Chapter Fifty-Three: Winged Man II

Mo Xuan asked Corbert in a slightly surprised tone, "Wingman?"

"Yes, it's the Winged Man. Corbett said as a matter of course, and then saw Mo Xuan's inquisitive eyes, and said curtly: "I only know that they are winged people, and I don't know anything else." ”

"Oh, old man, I thought you knew everything, but you didn't know either, haha... Finn laughed loudly. These days, although these magicians have not had a major conflict with the barbarians, some small frictions in the quarrels are indispensable, and the clumsy words are really no match for these magicians who recite incantations every day that are more difficult than smooth words. I really can't let go of this opportunity.

Corbett didn't say anything about Finn's laughter, he wasn't an all-knowing and all-powerful god, and of course there were things he didn't know.

But although Colbert didn't speak, the magician beside him was not convinced, these days, not only Mo Xuan's performance was amazing, but Colbert also did a good job under Mo Xuan's authorization, and when he had time, he would also solve spell problems for these magicians, which was appreciated by most mages. The magician said with contempt in his mouth, "Do you know?"

In their opinion, if the mage is just a representative, then the warrior is a representative of ignorance, these stupid big men carry axes in their hands, and under the inspiration of courage, they can fight monsters that are several times their size and do not think about whether it is worth it at all, and the barbarians are the representatives of the warriors, known as the race that dares to cut down dragons with axes and swords, so they call the barbarians ignorant in ignorance.

Unexpectedly, Finn pouted: "Of course I know." ”

Immediately, the magician's expression was stunned, and then he looked at Finn suspiciously: "Barbarians don't disdain to lie, why do you plan to break this record?"

Immediately Fain was furious: "Bastard, who do you say is lying, I say that I know is knowing, in the name of the ancestors." ”

In an instant, the heart of the magician was shaken, just like some people fear God, some people are afraid of ghosts, and some people are afraid of their wives, the barbarians' attitude of reverence for their ancestors has overcome everything, and they swear in the name of their ancestors, so it means that this matter is absolutely credible, but they think so in their hearts, but their mouths are unceremoniously: "Then you say, if you don't say it, how will I know if you are lying." ”

On the side, Mo Xuan watched the two people arguing, stopping Colbert, who was about to persuade, and he was also ready to listen to what Fein had to say.

"Let's just say that these little winged men, who live in the mountains next to our barbarian tribe, have set their homes ・・・・・・ high mountains. Gradually, under Finn's explanation, everyone knew the origin of these winged people.

This is a group of winged people living in the north, they live in a more distant place than the barbarians, and it is very mysterious that even the barbarians don't often see them, the only thing they know is that they divide the group by the color of their wings, and the first few of Mo Xuan are from the Graywing tribe according to their division, but how they were captured by the werewolves Mo Xuan is unknown.

"Alright, take them with us. Mo Xuan was very interested in the winged people in front of him, but these winged people seemed to be frightened, they only knew that they were trembling, and they didn't say a word, so Mo Xuan had no choice but to take them with him.

Slowly walking towards the chariot, Mo Xuan looked into the distance, and the undulating curves of the earth in the distance could be faintly seen in the clear sky.

"Yes. Suddenly, Mo Xuan found something, stopped his steps, turned around and pulled up the grass beside him, and kept looking.

And the people next to Mo Xuan didn't know why Mo Xuan was like this, but they were very knowledgeable and honestly stood aside and didn't bother Mo Xuan.

After gesturing the length of the grass with his hand, Mo Xuan then walked to the grass next to him and took a closer look.

The people next to him didn't dare to speak, watching Mo Xuan walk around, for fear of disturbing his train of thought.

After a while, Mo Xuan stood up and walked towards the chariot with a gloomy face.

As he walked, Mo Xuan said to the people beside him, "It seems that our grassland operation is about to end. ”

When the person next to him heard Mo Xuan's words, he was directly stunned in place, and plucked out his ears as if he couldn't believe it.

Mo Xuan continued: "I observed just now, the grass is withering faster and faster, and it can't cover our body anymore, without the cover of these grasses on this grassland, it may be very difficult for us to get rid of those pursuers, so I am ready to be collected." ”

After Mo Xuan finished speaking, the people next to him noticed that before they knew it, the grass had become shorter and shorter, and the grass that was originally a person tall was now chest-high, and it was indeed difficult to hide their traces.

Everyone also understood the seriousness of the matter, and their free life was over, and the next thing was the end of the world.

Indeed, Mo Xuan and the others didn't know that the Wind Werewolf Tribe was now mad at them, and more than 100,000 Wind Werewolves began to surround here like a big net, but although they knew that they were in this direction, they didn't know the specific location, so they could only follow behind Mo Xuan and the others, and the Wind Werewolf tribe's captive wolf was not the kind of long-distance running type of mount, the Wind Werewolf tribe's wolf belonged to the type of flexible, fast, small, close-range charge, and entanglement of the army. Compared to the horses that Mo Xuan used to pull the cart, there was a big gap in endurance, and it was very difficult to track.

"Duhard, find the next place to replenish the water source, and then we will replenish the water source and start the triumphant escape, I am very much looking forward to the angry expressions of those wolf cavalry, it must be wonderful. Mo Xuan pretended to be relaxed and said.

When the people next to them heard this, although they understood that Mo Xuan was comforting them, they still felt relaxed.

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In the Marshal of Arrowstone, Potlime invites the clean-up and refreshed Archmage of Gucci to the reception room

"Master Ge Qi, now you can speak. "The cup full of boiling water in the hand of the Potleme Scrub, in this cold wind and swishing weather, holding such a cup of boiling water in his hand, makes the whole body feel warm.

Gerch's face was still a little red, he had just asked about his clothes, and he was almost stunned, only then did he understand why Potlime had that expression, and he fixed his mind and said, "Our potions have all been prepared, and now we are waiting to check them." ”

"Is it the kind of potion that attracts mosquitoes?" asked Portleme.

"That's right. Gucci said, then took out the vial again: "This is the sample." ”

"Well, I'll send someone to inspect it. There was a moment of silence for Potlime said.

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