Half a year is not a long time, and for those mythical creature races, it may even be just a period of muddy time, and it will be spent like this.

But if something drastic is about to happen, this time is perfectly sufficient, such as a quietly hatched conspiracy, a secret piece of information of unknown origin, an irrepressible madness, causing the whole race to upheaval and revolt against it.

The curtain of shadows wanders outside the sun.

"Amani said this is an opportunity, we get a chance to be a strong ally. The giants who have lost their gods need a new patriarch, or rather, a new direction. ”

"The price is the death of the Giant King, and this thing has to be done quickly enough to leave as few doubts as possible."

"Also, she made an extra mention of the 'Goddess of Harvest' and another being who needs our help......"

"Secret authority is really practical. Then this time, it is better not to involve the war legion. ”

"They will guard the 'Rising Sun City'. Several other settlements in the vicinity have begun to take shape as towns and can continue to develop. ”

Sasriel said this, pausing for a few seconds before continuing: "After we received the half-blood elves who came one after another, some of the Bloods also arrived at the settlement to the east, but they still waited and watched. ”

"It's okay, wait for the matter of the Giant Clan to have a result, and then make a decision." Darriborg pinched his temples wearily, a gesture that didn't make much sense, but it gave him some mental relief.

Darzyberg looked at the map in front of him, red and green dotted lines, his targets and his enemies spread across them, making the land and sea look cluttered.

This reminded Darzyberg of the bird that frequently helped him maintain his condition: "Zoya is still with Ulorius, nothing sudden, right?" ”

"Yes, He has recently ...... I'm trying to learn to fly. Sasriel didn't hold back a smile, the corners of his mouth curled upward.

Darzyborg looked at Saslir suspiciously: "Your proposal? ”

"It's a good thing that He accepted the offer." Sasriel replied very frankly, without hiding his pleasure,"

"I hope Amani won't have any opinion on this when she sees Zoya again......"

"We should be glad she doesn't know where the name Zoya comes from."

Darzyberg laughed dryly, raised his hand and clicked on the circle with the densest red dots on the map: "This time we have to face a more frontal battle, and we can't take any more chances." ”

"Herabergen claims that they still haven't found any trace of the Nightmare Dragon."

Dargeberg was silent for two seconds and shook his head: "He is telling the truth. The more I come into contact with the authority of 'utopia', the more I can feel its specialness, and if the 'utopian dragon' has any plan, it will definitely not leave any clues for others. ”

Sasriel nodded to the north of the map: "Gregarry's 'City of the Dead' has been expanding at an exaggerated rate lately. Because of the specificity of the undead birds, I rejected Osaikus's offer to send someone to investigate, and it was not worth the loss of manpower for this. ”

Darzyberg stared at the place where Sasriel had been pointed, and thought for a moment with a slight frown: "Let's wait for the current trouble to end." You brought it up because you've already investigated? ”

"Yes, there are things out there that don't belong in the real world."

"It's okay, we'll figure it out." Darriberg paused, then added, "Or find a way to reason with the ancestor of the Immortal Bird Clan." ”

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"Hah! If this were on a real battlefield, you wouldn't even have ashes left! Medici's arrogant laughter echoed across the training ground, "You want fairness?" I tell you, the words of the victor are the truth! ”

Ulorius stood at the edge of the training ground, a thick hay mat in front of him, and a lark dangled its head out of it, shaking off the grass stalks stuck between the feathers.

The progress of letting this bird learn to fly, until now, is still zero.

Neither Ulrolius nor Zoya were distracted by the situation on the other side of the training ground, where Medici was "drilling" the new recruits who were about to join the War Legion or, to put it more appropriately, torturing rookies.

In terms of combat experience, Leodro is far from being a rookie, but in the face of innate mythical creatures, his counterattacks are almost futile, and all struggles are meaningless.

I only took a potion a few days ago, and after completing the sequence ability, not only did he not have the advantage of physical or mental strength when facing Medici, but he was also suppressed by the opponent's excessively high sequence, and repeatedly lost his mind in provocations.

However, what neither Medici nor Leodro knew was that such a confrontation of provocation and rage inadvertently promoted Leodro's role as "Storm Guard".

This allowed him to grasp his extraordinary power more quickly, effectively restraining his scattered spirituality, so that he would not be on the verge of losing control due to excessive consumption under the blows of Medici in recent days.

Osecus is not as idle as Medici, and it didn't take long for him to be promoted to "The Darkless", but he was simply pulled by Medici to familiarize himself with the ability for a few days, and after adapting to the perception after promotion in the battle, Osecus decisively rejected Medici's "invitation" and went back to continue to assist Sasriel in handling the work.

Medici didn't make a mockery out of respect for Sasliel, but he always had to find something to pass the time......

So Medici's goal turned to Leodro.

Leodro was lying on the hard ground of the training ground, his skin blackened by the fire, and he exuded a scorching smell of burning, mainly from the few clothes he had left—now only a few strips of rags that were decent to maintain.

Although it looked scary, Leodro's injuries were not that serious, and Medici controlled the lethality of the flames with such precision that it did not even prevent Leodro from getting back up.

Then he was greeted by a new wave of attacks.

Throwing out the bells and whistles of the fire crow, Medici used simple hand-to-hand combat skills to once again slam Leodro out of the air, causing him to fall heavily to the ground.

This time Leodro couldn't get up quickly, he lay on his back on the ground, looking at the golden sunlight above his head, and felt a blur in front of him.

Medici shook his arm, this level of engagement was not even a warm-up for him, and he bared his teeth at Leodro arrogantly, and strode towards Ulorius on the edge of the training ground.

Ulorius was leaning over, picking up the lark from the hay pile, and holding it high.

Zoya leaped hard at Ulorius's hand, spreading her wings as she leaped into the air—and froze there, falling straight out of the air, once again planted on a thick mat of hay.

Medici patted Ulorius on the shoulder and laughed out loud unceremoniously, before he breathed a sigh of relief: "Seriously, Orochi, I think Zoya is probably the dumbest sparrow I've ever seen." ”

Ulorius glanced at Medici strangely: "It's not a sparrow, it's a lark." ”

"I know, it's that kind of bird!" Medici gestured casually, but judging by his gestures, he was just punching in the air, and it had nothing to do with birds or anything.

Zoya shook off the grass clippings from her body, and her unwavering voice rang out, repeating the words he said the most of the day: "Do it again." ”

Ulorius leaned down and picked up the lark again, the same action he repeated the most of the day.

Medici observed the lark's free landing again, and couldn't help but sigh: "If you don't flap your wings, how long will this flight course last?" I'm afraid that when the Lord spreads the glory to the entire continent, you will still be here to gnaw on the haystacks. ”

Zoya was silent for a while, then stretched her wings and retracted them, repeating the process several times: "I remember, there are also cases where you can fly with your wings open, and those tools that fly in the air don't need to flap your wings......"

Medici reached over, grabbed the tips of Zoya's wings, and dragged the lark up: "What tool flying in the air?" What new things did those craftsmen make when they were lazy? ”

"It's not...... You let me down first. ”

The lark's body froze, dangling farther and farther away from the straw, but the tips of its wings were still clenched tightly by Medici's hands. Such a bad grasping method made Zoya very uncomfortable.

Ulorius next to him also looked nervous: "Medici, you heard what he said, put Zoya down first......"

Medici, of course, would not let go, and he even shook the lark back and forth more maliciously, and said triumphantly, "Then you should know about the dragon, right?" The dragon's wings flapped up and down when it flew, you see, just like this—"

"Medici, let me go." Although the sharp mouth opened and closed, the voice was still so indifferent, but Zoya's always gentle eyes showed a trace of cold anger.

The lark did begin to flutter its wings, but it was to break out of Medici's wrist and get as far away from him as possible.

Medici grinned and nodded: "Okay, that's what you said, then I'll let you go!" ”

He flicked his wrist with great force, throwing the lark into the sky as if he were throwing a ball of lead ball.

Medici didn't have any strength to deal with Zoya, anyway, he was sure that Zoya would always have a means to protect herself, such as the "reset" that goes back in time.

Ulorius's eyes widened, and he looked up at the small shadow of the lark, which made an arc in the air, rising more than a dozen meters before changing its trajectory and falling to the ground.

Instead of using his extraordinary powers, Zoya struggled to flap his wings, spreading them in the air and wind, and then swung them up and down with all his might.

The lark's figure gradually zoomed in on Medici and Ulorius' vision, and then it flapped its wings and swayed in a crooked arc through the air, finally landing on Leodro's body.

Leodro, who was already semi-unconscious, suddenly felt something hit his wound, and the instant pain made him regain consciousness, and a spirit got up from the ground.

The lark flapped its wings again and leaped into the air, flying straight in the direction of Medici, who stood nonchalantly as the lark slammed into his hard head.

Ulorius spread out his palms and caught the lark rolling in dizziness.

Medici clasped his hands around his chest and raised his chin: "Look, it's still my way faster, right?" ”