The clouds roll high in the sky, the eagle passes over the cirrus clouds, the ears of wheat on the vast land float and fall like waves, they swing with the wind, roll like waves, I don't know where to pounce, there are windmills and waterwheels on the golden heroic soul plain slowly turning, on the Longjian Mo, there are country boys driving cattle and sheep to walk comfortably, blowing the shepherd flute melodiously.

Above the sky, there are goshawks soaring alone, the human houses and patches of wheat fields on the plain of the heroic soul fly behind it, the rivers and mountains in the distance are silent, a round of the sun hangs alone, its neck turns slightly, looking down on the earth with golden eyes, lonely and proud.

With a terrible roar, the eagle struck the earth, and its sharp talons grabbed a trembling hare between the ears of wheat, and the hare looked at the earth farther and farther away from him, and was at a loss.

The country boy who was herding cattle looked at the eagle returning from hunting, and was envious and amazed.

For thousands of years, human beings have dreamed of being able to travel high in the heavens like eagles and cross the heavens, but for most of the time that humans have been in the world, this is only a delusion.

In the rare texts handed down from ancient times, there are records of human beings trying to fly to the heavens from time to time, and then died tragically.

Mortals regard the creatures of the heavenly realm and the demon realm as gods, perhaps because the beings there have the ability to walk freely in the void.

Mortals fear mages more than warriors, perhaps because they have more ability to leave the shackles of this land.

But in fact, very few magicians can have the ability to fly, and the vast majority of magicians cannot fly.

Wind Soaring is a general magic, no matter which faction of magicians can learn, but only after reaching the realm of the Magister can they learn to use it, so only the strong above the realm of the Great Magus can turn into a streamer to hit the heavens.

Perhaps, the reason why the powerhouses above the Great Magus realm can be so respected is that in addition to the threshold of the magic guide that blocks countless mages, there is also the reason why they have the ability to fly freely.

Except for the strong above the realm of the magic master, the other magicians have no ability to make themselves fly, maybe some low-level wind magic can make the mages' bodies lighter, making them faster in battle, but there is still a far, far away from the realm of wind and flight.

Those things like flying cloaks and magic flying carpets that circulate in mainland magic novels are either myths or nonsense.

As for martial arts practitioners, it is very difficult for martial artists to turn their fighting qi into the ability to fly. The Great Magus uses the Endless Wind Element to achieve the purpose of flight, with the help of the power of heaven and earth, and the warrior contains the fighting spirit in his body, and if he wants to fly, it is naturally more difficult than that of a mage.

The only martial artists who can fly completely freely are martial arts masters, even if they are grandmaster realm powerhouses who are also in the fifth realm with the demon master, they may be able to use their fighting energy above their legs, so that they can jump very high, but it is impossible to achieve real flight.

Since the Endless Era, those beings who can or cannot practice have looked up to those beings or gods who crisscrossed the heavens and the earth, envious and amazed.

Until the age of the Empire, there was a man who changed this qiē, and he crossed the land like a brilliant star, so that those creatures or gods who crisscrossed the heavens and the earth were envious and admired

The sharp claws of the proud eagle grabbed the dazed and dying hare, and flew to the seemingly silent and silent rivers and mountains in the distance, the reason why it seems to be because the continuous rivers and mountains seem to have remained unchanged for thousands of years in the distance, and have been silent for thousands of years since ancient times, like the tower it saw on this plain.

The tower in that human city is really so high, and the proud eagle has never understood why the mountains raised by heaven and earth are not as high as it, and why he can't fly to the top of that tower.

The eagle approached the mountains, and the verdant mountains sang, as if the ministers welcomed the triumphant return of the king.

The autumn breeze gently caresses the mountains and forests, like a woman's soft wattle gently brushing the strings, playing a natural and fresh natural sound. The birds sing in chorus, the autumn cicadas sing sadly, and the turbulence between the ridges gradually becomes a song.

The eagle glides through the mountains, like a king patrolling his territory.

It should have gone home for the perfect hunt and a delicious dinner, but its golden eyes suddenly shrank and its chirp became so fierce that it saw what frightened it.

It shouldn't have been so fearful, it was the king of the sky, and as long as it soared, the mighty ligads of the forest would be small in its eyes. Because it is powerful, it is proud, but at this time it suddenly discovers that there are beings in this world that are more powerful than it in the sky, so it becomes afraid.

As the eagle roared violently across the sky, the singing of the mountains became chaotic.

A black dot suddenly appeared in the distance, and the eagle's good eyesight made it the first to spot it, and the black dot flew so fast, many, much faster than it, and in just a moment, it turned from a black dot into a black light, which lay across its golden eagle eyes.

A massive, somewhat disc-like thing roared over the verdant mountains, the disc high in the middle and narrowing towards the edges, and elemental light swirling from the sturdy metal body.

The disc with a high middle and narrow edge flew at great speed, and two square openings opened in the rear tail, and brilliant light flames erupted from the two square mouths, pushing the huge disc forward, and the scorching flames made the water elemental in the sky boil, and then condensed, leaving two long white smoke in the void.

Wherever the giant disk flew, the branches of the unyielding green pines couldn't help but surrender to it, these pine branches were not bent by the heavy snow every year, but they bowed their proud heads to the inexplicable power on the huge disk.

This behemoth with a diameter of more than ten zhang, in addition to the two square mouths behind the bottom, like the mouth of a giant dragon constantly spraying brilliant flames, its entire bottom has complex lines, those lines do not know how to depict them, it looks like water waves are constantly flowing, endlessly releasing invisible and colorless energy downward, making the green pine bow its head, turbulent and vibrating, disturbing the song of the verdant mountains.

The eagle ducked aside in fear to make way for the strange disk, and the hare under its talons fell off and fell to the earth, although the hare was already dead by the sharp talons through its belly, but it was also glad that he had escaped the mouth of the eagle.

The huge disk, which was high in the middle and narrow at the edge, rumbled and flew towards the human city in front of it, but in a moment, it turned into a black spot in the far sky, and only the two long white smoke it left in the sky proved its existence.

The eagle circled angrily around the two white smoke in the void, but helplessly, that huge strange disc would not come back to pay for its dinner.