"You girl, you're still so stupid. ”

When I first woke up, a woman dressed in black and cloaked was standing next to me, and when I looked up, all she could see was a pointed chin.

It's Michelle!

My friend, my companion, my lifelong enemy, but she is,

Mankind!!

We grew up together, compared to height, than to study, than to dress up. We studied together at the temple of Lord Latourt, my father. She is one of the few highly qualified individuals in the human race who can learn witchcraft. The only difference is that she can only master the sorcery of the water system.

This is the case with human beings, even a small number of excellent individuals can only learn to master a part of witchcraft.

"Are you doing?" I asked, hesitantly.

"You should have asked me if I was here to arrest you. Michelle returned coldly.

"If it were you, I'd go with you. I was a little surprised that I would say such a thing, and that my predecessor was influencing me? I looked at Michelle stubbornly, at her cloak eyes.

Michelle's body trembled slightly, "Don't talk stupid," Michelle turned around and threw me a book and a small bag, "Live well, don't do stupid things." Then the body collapsed like foam, leaving only a water stain on the ground, a high-level witchcraft of the water system, the Phantom Water Shadow.

I looked at the water stain in a daze, and tears involuntarily slipped down. I knew that now was not the time for sadness, so I wiped my tears and took a deep breath.

Looking at Karma who was pretending to be unconscious in the corner, and without asking him why, he directly rewarded him with a fireball, picked up the book and bag that Michelle threw to me on the ground, and on the cover of the book was a handwritten Juanxiu font "Water Witchcraft: Quan", which seemed to be Michelle's own summary and record. Inside there is also a map of the blockade of the Kra Mountains by the Holy Cult. I didn't think anything at the time, but now that I think about it, I feel a little strange, how did Michelle get such classified information?

I stepped out of the tent and kicked the whistle awake from the same stun. Continue in the direction of the Kra Mountains.

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Judging by the map given by Michelle, I think it is almost impossible to break through the defensive line. Michelle showed me a way, I researched it on the spot, and although the success rate was low, there was no possibility of passing it anywhere else.

After much thought, I decided to abandon Michelle's method and use what I had in mind: catch a flying monster and let it fly for me...... This place always wants to add a sentence to make me pretend to be forced......

Back to the point, the blockade of the Holy Cult Army is shrinking, and coupled with the rampage of adventurers, my time is very limited.

Fortunately, I have long found out that the big bird that can be my mount - the Hurricane Hawk. Adults can fly at an altitude of more than 1,000 meters on a daily basis, and the maximum flight altitude is 3,000 meters!

I turned the phantom water shadow into a doppelganger to attract the attention of adventurers and holy cult troops, for us witches, as long as there are relevant spell casting materials, I can use all witchcraft, so when learning, I am more inclined to learn about the local customs and the breeding habits of different species.

Now that I think about it, my bowels are blue, why didn't I learn more witchcraft spell casting recipes at that time? Wait, I was a little stunned, it seemed that my father was intentionally or unintentionally preventing me from learning witchcraft with mass destruction? I don't understand, so I put it aside for the time being.

The Phantom Mizukage cannot use sorcery, but it is not affected by physical attacks, and it is quick and powerful enough to buy me a fair amount of time.

The Hurricane Eagle I found was still a teenager, but had begun to live on its own, and it was enough to take me over the lines of the Holy Cult.

Originally, I was not very sure about subduing the Hurricane Hawk, after all, it could fly to a distance of five or six hundred meters in the air as soon as it flapped its wings. But now with Michelle's water-related spellcasting materials, I can use a sorcery called the Activation Rope.

This sorcery is to summon a tough rope made of water to tie the target in question.

The Hurricane Eagle's nest is on a cliff, close to the Cult's lines, and I'll have to use a little less sorcery.

I picked up a rock, took a slight aim, and threw it hard, and the stone flew two or three hundred meters away and fell into the nest of the Hurricane Eagle.

A large blue-gray bird about three meters tall flew out of the nest at once, and did not scream as some novels wrote.

In fact, most of the animals in the wild are hunted silently, don't say anything roaring is to deter opponents, just looking at the real world tiger coming out of the woods will scare you to not move, do you still need to roar to increase the momentum?

The novel is probably written this way for the sake of the number of words (laughs).

Without further ado, the Hurricane Eagle circled around the nest a few times and saw me standing on the ground, and the passive taunt of the god's blood took effect.

Without hesitation, the Hurricane Eagle swooped down on me, and I casually crushed the orb, the spellcasting material, and released a swarm of wind blades. Hurricane Eagle is a little angry, he is the spirit of the wind, dare to use the wind against me?

The Hurricane Eagle waved its wings in mid-air, and the invisible air currents blew away the Wind Blade at once, but the task of the Wind Blade to delay time was completed.

The high-level dragon breath dance of the water system, the surging dragon-shaped waves rushed upward, and the hurricane eagle was swept away by the water waves before it could react, and the guardian air flow wrapped around it was scattered, but the hurricane eagle itself was not injured, but was just swept away for a distance.

Before the Hurricane Eagle could stabilize its body, a long, water-colored cord slashed lightly through a graceful arc, tying a knot in its right leg, and then a huge force struck, pulling the Hurricane Eagle to the ground and smashing a shallow hole.

I was also a little surprised, I thought I could only pull it to make it unstable, and then use the lightning technique to paralyze it, and then drag it down.

It would be great to be able to save trouble, and I quickly rushed to the Hurricane Hawk, which was smashed to the ground and felt dizzy, and hit it in the forehead with a servitude technique.

If you fail, you pick up a stone on the ground next to you and smash it down on the little head of the Hurricane Hawk... After two or three repetitions, the Hurricane Hawk succumbed. I suddenly felt that I had the temperament of a Buddhist monk. "Oh, demon, eat a poor monk and a generous (physical). ”

"Captain, the movement seems to be coming from here. A small group of Saints cut through the grass and made a close eye with me, and the Saints reacted and shouted, "Witch, send a flare!"

I watched calmly as they watched on guard as the archers fired flares into the sky.

With a gentle wave of his hand, he jumped on the back of the Hurricane Eagle, and the Hurricane Eagle flapped its wings, kicked up a large cloud of dust, and flew into the sky.

All the members of the Holy Sect Army were dumbfounded, what kind of operation was this?

It seems to be different from what I imagined, I thought that my painting style should be stepping on the back of a hurricane eagle, chic and elegant.

But the reality was this: I shuddered with my eyes closed and hugged the neck of the Hurricane Eagle. Why didn't I know I had a fear of heights?