Pulling the two harpies in front of him, Ouyang carefully examined the creature.

These harpies are all female, with a beautiful face comparable to that of an elf, with beautiful shoulders and chests, a thin waist and round hips, such a figure can make most women in this world jealous!

Unlike the elves, their limbs are different, the arms of the harpies are the wings they rely on to fly, but they are not the same as the wings of birds, but more like a pair of arms full of feathers, and the five claws at the end are hands, and their legs, on the thighs, are the same as normal people, but below the knees are two slender talons.

Speaking of which, Ouyang had been paying attention to the Harpy Banshee for a long time, but no matter how he described it in writing, it was difficult to compare to what he had seen with his own eyes, and now facing them, a strange feeling rose in his heart.

The Harpy is classified as a subhuman, and in addition to the above differences, the two in front of her have different characteristics than humans. One is their hair, the hair of the harpy is not a thin hair, but a piece of feathers, stacked on the back of the head, like a peacock's tail feathers; Ouyang couldn't help but think of Mentor Vienna's yarn wings, which made him feel the urge to hold them in his hand and caress them carefully.

Today, Ouyang finally saw strange-looking intelligent beings in this world, except for elves, mermaids, and Beamon.

He pouted and sighed in his heart: Elune is above, this world is amazing!

"Can you speak, or can you understand us?" Ouyang asked, grabbing the younger one's wings and lifting her up.

"Ah~~" The harpy did not answer Ouyang's words, but let out a very sharp cry.

Suddenly, Ouyang was softened by this scream, no one likes this!

Ouyang was annoyed in his heart, put his face in front of the harpy banshee's nose, and roared in a retaliatory voice: "Shut up!"

No one can remain calm in the fat man's roar! The hearts of everyone present were shocked, and the young harpy was even more stunned, stopped screaming, and looked at the face in front of her in a little stunned, she must have felt that this fat man was nervous.

"Well, my roar is not bad, really, like a child, if you don't roar, you can't do it. Ouyang teased, not caring about her psychology, reached out and patted the captive's head, and the sentence "really good" almost didn't pop out with his laughter.

"Ahh

The people next to him were also dissatisfied, Huo Jiasi and Mirien had a tacit understanding that came from somehow, and slapped Ouyang on the back at the same time.

"I said you're not a dog, why do you have to use a bark! Say, what's your name, I know you can understand the lingua franca, tell me your name." As he spoke, Ouyang withdrew the hand on her head and pulled away her other grabbed arm, "If you dare to scratch me with your claws, I'll pluck out your feathers and tie you to the fire to roast you, and now you should still be able to smell the burning smell in the air." ”

Ouyang pointed to the dragon eagle in the sky.

The harpy raised her eyes to look at the golden figure, and put away the foot that was clutching at Ouyang's leg.

"Why did you tell you...... Emilian. Ouyang's threatening look worked, and the captive said her name very cooperatively. Unlike her high-pitched voice, she spoke softly, with the sweetness of a little girl.

"Okay, Emilian, I guess you're still a kid. Ouyang looked at the chest of this harpy and suddenly smiled.

Hidden under the linen was a small ravine, which looked charming against the surrounding colorful bird feather decorations, but the harpy was obviously much smaller than her companions.

As if to be embarrassed, Emilian screamed again: "I'm not a child, I'm an adult!"

"What a child, hehe, maybe we can be friends. Ouyang smiled, the seductive expression on his face was full of nine points, and even the plateau foot merchant who had just poked his head out of the wooden box felt inferior.

Any foot trader is trying to learn this "uncle seduces Lori" tone of expression, this fat man seems to be born a Chinese expert.

"We have no friends in Harpye!" said another harpy suddenly.

"yes, it's better if you don't have friends. Now, remember who you are, you are my captives!" Ouyang glared at her, in exchange for a heavy snort from the harpy.

"Kosha, you have taken care of our captives, and now I have something to say to this little Emilian girl. Ouyang instructed the mastiffs.

He regretted hurting the harpies a little, because the rebellious "we have no friends" reminded him of Lalandia and of the forest elves. In the same situation, what the forest elves will say is more likely to be "the elves will never give in".

Ouyang saw that the harpy had a kind of loneliness, and it was much easier to resolve loneliness than to resolve arrogance.

So Ouyang turned his head and showed an ambiguous smile to the harpy banshee who was entangled in spider silk, glanced back and forth at her full place a few times, turned around and dragged Emilian in his hand to disappear from everyone's sight.

Although the Colorado Plateau was also desolate, there were still small woods growing in the ravines and other low depressions, so Ouyang took Emilian into the small woods nearby.

The little girl struggled and screamed all the way, but she was helpless against the fat man's violence, and almost disappeared into the woods with her carried and thrown on a patch of grass.

As if aware of what was going to happen, the beautiful harpies brought out their characteristic screams to the fullest.

"Shut up!" Ouyang really couldn't understand why they liked to scream like this, "Don't you feel annoyed by such a sharp scream all day long?"

Emilia saw that the expression on his face was not as fierce as his tone, and gradually put away his screams.

"Tell me why you attacked us, or what made you dare to attack us. We have more than thirty Bimon warriors, and you have only a mere twelve. Ouyang stared at her amber pupils.

Seeing that what she had imagined had not happened, Emilia stood up cautiously.

"Don't try to run away, you're no faster than mine. Ouyang warned, and at the same time shot out a spider silk and flew over her head.

Emilia turned her head to look at the white silk that had fallen in the grass, and pouted, she had tried this thing very well.

"Harpia's nature is to plunder, and even if there are many of you, we will fly. She replied.

"No, you like to plunder, or you live by plundering, but you are not stupid, and this is not a reason for you to attack us. You're not attacking us for plunder, but for something else, or for one person, am I right," Ouyang looked away from her pupils, staring at the pair of long ears hidden among the feathers, and said, "Son of Avina!"

Ouyang's last few words were very soft, but they sounded like thunder to Emilia's ears, and her whole body was stunned.

"Ai ...... What are you talking about?" Emilia shifted her tone to confusion, but she couldn't hide the surprise on her face.

"I said, 'Son of Avina'. Ouyang repeated, but this time in the ancient elven language.

This time, Emilia's expression was even more shocked, but her eyes became sacred and yearning, yearning for the name "Avina" and sacred worship.

"How do you know who we are, and how do you speak the ancient elf?" it took a long time for Emilia to speak, this time she didn't use the continental lingua franca, her voice was still so soft, but much more fluent.

"Your name starts with 'Ai', I think your names are all like this, starting with 'Ai' in honor of your ancestor Avina, and 'Avina' comes from your god of faith, the moon god Elune. You have the same pointed ears as the elves, and you worship the same gods as the elves. Am I right?" said Ouyang Dao.

Cutting into the topic by the name and culture of the Harpy, Ouyang is not playing any tricks, there are too many stories about the Harpy, and when it comes to their culture, it just shows that he knows them well enough.

"How do you know this? There is no record of our history on the continent now. Emilia was amazed at how detailed the other was.

"Indeed, there will be no record of you on the continent, and now there are only negative claims about you circulating on the continent, that Harpye Harpy is the embodiment of plunder, the embodiment of calamity. Every time you appear in the world, you are accompanied by a large number of crows, you plunder their belongings and take their lives, while the crows peck at the corpses of their loved ones. Harpies are vicious creatures that fly quickly from valley to valley in search of unsuspecting prey, tearing apart their bodies so that crows can peck at them. When the red moon is in the night sky, the harpy becomes more dangerous than ever. Under the eerie moonlight of this ** moon, the Harpy was more wild and ferocious than at any time of the year, because at this time these monsters seemed to be in a frenzied and incessant plunder. ”

Ouyang paused and continued:

"Hehe, this is what is described of you on the mainland, and I have read about you from the books of Beamon. It's just that the poor world doesn't know that 'Harpye' means 'wind' in the ancient elven language, and you plunder to survive, not because of your nature, and you kill because of hatred, hatred for all the races on the mainland. Because they have destroyed your home, and the appearance of the ** moon is the time when the light of the moon god Elune is at its weakest, and it is also the time when your hatred is at its strongest, so you are at your craziest that night.

As for the crows that accompany you, it is because the crows are of the same race as you, and Avina was originally a 'storm crow', and it was the moon god Elul who gave her body and wisdom, and the crows are naturally inclined to approach you. As for your cry, it is a language, the language of your ancestors in ancient times, and you have inherited it to this day.

I'm right, the 'son of Avina in the past, the harpy now!'" Ouyang approached Emilia and brushed the feathers of her sideburns, revealing a pointed ear, the thin ear trembling slightly, and it looked snow-white and clear in the leaking sunlight.