After briefly explaining his thoughts to Theseus, Hug asked, "Is there any way I can effectively attract those Atrimirs?" I mean, let them find me and chase me......"

"It's easy."

Theseus replied lightly, "You may still be underestimating your attraction to these predators, ah, of course, it's not enough to just expose your power, but you can add to it...... Like that big rat of yours. ”

"Snicky, you say?"

"Who else but it...... I remember back then, it and its kind had been on the recipes of those big birds, which were abundant, nutritious, and easy to catch, making them ideal staple food compositions. ”

At the same time as Theseus said these words, a small scream was immediately heard from the depths of Silk's spiritual world, and it was the helpless protest of Snich the Running Rat, who was now trying to stuff its entire body into the rat hole in order to escape Theseus's questions and the kind of tragic facts that Theseus had stated.

However, this was simply impossible, it was now too big, and no matter how hard it tried, it could only reluctantly stuff its head into the caves that were provided to the Ernst rat colony.

Like an ostrich with its head stuck in the sand.

Snich had learned a great deal from the will of the Ernst family, but it was evident that it would not be able to use it yet, but if it had been a little smarter, it would have realized that its hasty evasion was the most powerful answer.

"Well, all you need to do is unblock your own magic and call out the big rat, or borrow some of Mother Earth's unique blessing breath from it, and mix the two together...... I can assure you that this is definitely the most attractive bait. ”

"Your description sounds strange."

Theseus quacked and laughed, "Ha, is it because it sounds like a nest teaching?" I can tell you, there are actually fish in the abyss, and they can even be fished, and I will tell you more about it later......"

Seeing that Theseus was about to take the conversation to something strange, Hug immediately cut off the conversation, and then he turned to look at the Sharp-beaked Owl soldiers who were looking at the sky in horror.

Even if they were more closely related to the Black Sun Society, they had never seen such a large flock of Yasharu birds.

And what really made them fall into a state of stupora were the three huge figures that appeared at the end of the field of vision.

"That's ...... Is that an empty boat? But why do airships have wings? ”

"You can see clearly, it's a bird!"

"Fuck, I know it's a bird, but how can a bird be that big?"

At this time, many soldiers had already begun to whisper, so Xiuge coughed violently twice, and after attracting the attention of these soldiers, he reprimanded sharply: "Look at your appearance, how is it different from those enemies who are about to be punished...... You're not seeing an empty boat, and you're not an ordinary bird of prey! Give me a good reverence for it! That's real, a direct descendant of the god who once ruled the heavens of Van Grace! ”

When these words came out, the "sharp-mouthed owls" who had been talking about it before immediately closed their mouths honestly, while the members of the Black Sun Society, who were also staying nearby and only obeying Tatiana's own orders and were in charge of assisting in the defense, were quite satisfied with this.

They are basically followers of the Moon Eagle, and if not they, at least they have faith in the Moon Eagle.

In the eyes of these people, the fact that Baron Fiorlando, a believer in the behemoth hills, was able to say such a thing in public was enough to prove his respect for the Moon Eagle and the members of the association who believed in him, and this behavior was even enough to be seen as a surrender and overture to Tatiana and other members of the association.

Sure enough, after Baron Fiorlando said this, he took the initiative to turn his head and grin at these association mages who were openly assisting in the defense but actually watching.

The smile was sincere and humble, which did not match the royal blood of Saint-Steele that he carried.

An association mage who admired and recognized Baron Fiorlando stepped forward, nodded in a friendly manner, and then said, "Baron Fiorlando, you don't have to be like this...... Don't forget our purpose – to be absolutely honest with our gods and beliefs. ”

"I understand, but I can also assure you that what I say is not based on compromise or other reasons, but on genuine recognition and admiration."

As he spoke, Xiuge raised his head slightly to look at the sky, and a sincere voice of emotion came out of his throat: "What a magnificent miracle, if there is no association, without the efforts of so many followers, how could Van En usher in such a spectacle again?" ”

"That's true."

The association mage recognized Xiuge's words, and through this brief exchange, he really felt the sincerity of Baron Fiorlando, so he lowered his voice and kindly reminded: "Baron Fiorlando, in fact, everyone knows that what happened in the Rock Lake Mine has nothing to do with you, it is a tragedy deliberately planned by our enemies...... Although some of the people in the association will be wary of you after that, you have also proven your loyalty to the association and your own excellent abilities. ”

As he spoke, he flashed a metal insignia belonging to Kzlov: "After tonight, you can go and meet Mr. Kzlov, and if nothing else, you should be able to get more important instructions from him." ”

"I understand, I understand!"

Baron Fiorlando was obviously extremely touched by these words, and his face trembled violently twice, as if he was about to shake all the pressure and grievances of this time to the ground, but he finally controlled his emotions, and reached out with gratitude to shake the mage of the association: "I promise, I promise that I will see Mr. Kzlov soon, I ...... I'm looking forward to it! ”

The Mage smiled and nodded, and shook the Baron's palm vigorously in response.

As a member of Kzlov sent to spy on Shuge, he thought that such surveillance was basically meaningless now, and he even had some objections to Kzlov's over-caution in his heart, because it was obviously a sign of distrust of the loyal members of the association, and it would be very easy to damage the enthusiasm of the members in the long run.

During the period of his dealings with Baron Fiorlando, he also witnessed the various efforts of this baron with others, and when he saw Baron Fiorlando disregarding his own safety and rushing into the spy stronghold burning with deadly magical flames to seize valuable intelligence information, he couldn't help but sigh - what kind of pressure can force a person to look like this?

He wanted to say a few more words to the baron, but suddenly, a cold feeling suddenly passed through the palm of the other party's hand, and the mage of the association suddenly raised his eyes, but his gaze directly met the baron's eyes.

The mage of the association was surprised to find that in the pupils of the baron's eyes, there was an extremely psychedelic and strange color, and he faintly noticed a trace of abnormality, but before he could screen and think, a sense of disorder took over his mind, and then, a sudden sense of crisis suddenly descended from above his head.

……

After a friendly conversation and handshake with the Mage of Society, Baron Fiorlando returned to his work, and the rest of the Mage stood by in schadenfreude as the Baron struck the lazy soldiers with his shiny staff.

"Well fought, if you want me to say, these guys should be sent directly to the front line, let them go directly to fill the trenches...... Hey, mercenaries only, most of these guys don't even have a decent faith, they're worse than the inhabitants of the city! ”

"Don't talk nonsense, at least in the hands of Baron Fiorlando, they still have some use, better than those captured miners, right?"

"Hah, that's true."

While chatting and laughing, the mage who had been talking to the baron had already walked straight back, so the mages in the casual conversation turned their heads and asked curiously, "I saw that you just shook hands with him, what did you say?" ”

Hearing his companion's question, the mage turned his head, and he seemed to be in a bit of a trance, until the person next to him asked a second time, and he didn't react, turning his slightly glazed eyes.

However, as soon as he spoke, his expression changed suddenly.

As if suddenly sensing danger, he jerked his head up at the three Atmir Tsukiji in the sky who had joined the flock of Asaru birds, and then he cried out in horror: "No, damn it, the enemy is attacking! ”

This reaction surprised the people next to him, and Baron Fiorlando on the other side was also attracted by this movement, he looked at him in confusion, and asked in a loud voice, "What's the matter?" What's wrong with you guys? ”

However, at this time, these Black Sun Formation mages did not bother to answer, because at the moment when the Baron asked the question, they realized that an astonishing disorder magic suddenly burst out from the body of their colleague, which was based on the magic of the Abyss, and seemed to be mixed with some aura derived from the beliefs of other gods.

The mage, seemingly bewitched by some hallucination, suddenly raised his hand and used his chaotic magic to haphazardly construct several sturdy protective spells, then took out the spellbook and forcefully tore out two pages from it despite his companion's resistance.

In the next instant, the originally extremely "pure" magical environment was completely disrupted.

On this passage leading to the central plaza of Overwatch, several huge black-purple pillars of magical fire suddenly erupted, and under the manipulation of the mage, the lethal magic transformed by the Black Sun Society pointed to the sky.

As the magic was cast, the special aura hidden in the mage also exploded completely, and they shot into the sky with those conspicuous dark firelight, outlining a seductive and dangerous trace under the magical image of the six-winged giant eagle and the figure of the descendants of the moon eagle.

It would be impractical to want to hit the Atymirs high in the air with magic here.

However, the mage of the association had fallen into the hints of Shuge and the miniature illusions created by the Roots of Fate, and in his field of vision, several huge airships flying at low altitude appeared above him.

He had never seen such terrifying war machines, they were painted a blinding bright red, and their surfaces were painted with some kind of unfamiliar logo that he had never seen before, they looked like huge whales swimming slowly out of the clouds, and not only that, but their heads were even deliberately painted with a bloody mouth belonging to a ferocious fish!

Stimulated by that cold magic, he lost almost all of his judgment, and could only use his instinct to cast the most lethal magic he could master, trying to cause damage to these giant airships that dared to fly low.

"Tsk, it's dirty, I'm just going to take this ...... Hurry up, don't waste time, this is the best 'nest material'......"

Theseus's strange laughter kept coming, and although Hug did not respond to him, the measures taken were highly converging.

In the chaos he had created, Xiuge gave up suppressing the magic and aura in his body, and with a crisp snap of his fingers, countless translucent roots of fate quickly "grew" out of the hidden corners of the surrounding area, and the illusion that was originally only aimed at that mage instantly expanded, enveloping everyone in the vicinity.

This time, Shuge didn't expect the illusions of the Roots of Fate to trap everyone, but for now, all he needed was these illusions to create more chaos for him and help him succeed in winning a few seconds.

At the moment when the crowd's attention was severely distracted, the figure of the messenger in the mirror had already appeared from Xiuge's side, and he walked directly in the middle of the road in the appearance of Xiug Ernst, and beside the messenger in the mirror, the hairy mouse was counted down, and the running rat in a state of extreme tension jumped out of thin air, and it exuded its presence as a "prey" under Xiuge's order, and pounced towards the nearest target to itself.

The magic signals used to call for support rose quickly, but before they could reach the top, several large shadows had already swooped down from the sky, and the magical warning signals that were still in flight disappeared like candles blown by a strong wind.

The Atymirs, who had been summoned by the magical ritual, were already in a state of extreme excitement.

Once again, they feel the breath of their favorite prey.

Right down there, right down that street!

It's so vivid, so clear...... Even after a long period of time and a long sleep, the smell is still so sweet.

(End of chapter)