It was a huge rooster, about 1.5 meters tall. It was covered with fiery red feathers. The bright red comb was very dazzling in the sun. It flapped its wings, and golden-red flames shot up from the wings and flowed on the wings. A pair of The small black eyes stared directly at Mag, seemingly full of hostility.
When Mag first saw it, he thought it was a cross between a rooster and an ostrich. It must be the legendary flamingo. The living monster is indeed different from the chicken drumsticks in the refrigerator. The fiery breath Coming at you.
I originally thought I was going to change places, but I didn't expect this guy to be hiding behind a rock, and even jumped out on his own. As Mag stood up, he protected Amy behind him, and took five or six steps back.
"Wow, what a big rooster. Should we roast it or steam it?" Amy opened her eyes wide, looked at the flaming chicken and swallowed her saliva, with little stars in her eyes. .
"Gu Gu!" The flamingo seemed to feel a huge threat, and looked at Amy with some horror. Although he was a little kid, he felt like he couldn't be offended.
"The braised ones will be more delicious." Mag couldn't help but laugh. For a snack connoisseur, World of Warcraft and the like are just ingredients.
"Xiaomi, stand aside and wait for me to solve it." Mag handed the ugly duckling in the small bag to Amy and warned seriously.
"Well, come on, father, is the braised chicken really delicious? Xiaomi really wants to eat it!" Amy said with anticipation while holding the ugly duckling.
The ugly duckling just raised his eyelids and glanced at the flamingo, and then continued to sleep in Amy's arms, as if he couldn't get excited at all.
"Oh oh oh!" The flamingo raised its neck and called again. The voice was extremely impactful. His eyes turned to stare at Mag. With a bit of contempt and provocation, he flapped his wings a few times. Groups of flames rose and condensed on the wings, seeming to be brewing some big move.
"Eh? Is this the sound of a flamingo? Did someone find a flamingo on the west slope?" At the foot of the mountain, many people looked towards the west slope in surprise. Generally speaking, the west slope has already There are very few monsters out there.
"I remember there was a pretty boy carrying a little girl up the mountain just now, right? Did they meet him?"
"That's terrible. The combat power of the flamingo is considered average among first-level monsters, especially the flames. If an ordinary person is burned, they will probably turn into charcoal!"
"That man is too unreliable. Does he want to take the little girl to a hot spring? This is very dangerous!"
Many people were counting and sorting the loot at the exit of Thorn Ridge. They saw Mag carrying Amy up the mountain before, and now they were also talking about it.
For experienced mercenaries, a flamingo is nothing, but for rookie mercenaries, a flamingo is enough to scratch their scalps and even cost them their lives.
However, things like life and death are somewhat commonplace for them, and they may feel a pity, but they have no such leisure when they are asked to run up the mountain to confirm the safety of two strangers.
"You are saying that there was a man in gray clothes carrying a little girl in a mage's robe up the mountain?" Guy happened to pass by on horseback. He later went on to take on several other tasks. His level can be used at the same time. Take on a few tasks, and if you're lucky, you might be able to complete several tasks in one day. Hearing their conversation, he couldn't help but stop and ask.
"That's right, it wasn't many levels up, but the sound of flamingos was heard from the top. I don't know if any guy can beat him." A middle-aged mercenary on the side nodded.
"Flaming chicken! Oops!" Guy's face suddenly became anxious. He turned over and dismounted, casually tied the horse's reins to a nearby tree, and ran toward the mountain with a long black javelin and a bow and arrow.
The little half-elf girl is quite cute. His little granddaughter is about the same age as her. When she is not doing tasks, she pesters him at home to play games every day.
His son is also a mercenary, but he has never thought of bringing his little daughter to this Thorn Valley to play. She is at the age where she should go to school. Isn’t this a blind child? You can still hear the crow of the rooster. I hope I can catch up in time. Come on, the pace has quickened a bit.
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Mag looked at the flamingo standing on the big rock, and walked a few steps to the left with his sword in hand. This was his first time facing a monster, but holding the long sword, he didn't feel any fear in his heart. On the contrary, A little...excited?
right!
It's a feeling of excitement, the heart is beating faster, and the blood in the body is also flowing faster, but this is definitely not because of fear.
It's the body that's longing for a fight, a hearty battle that hasn't been seen for a long time.
"I'm really wronging you." Mag glanced at his hand and said silently in his heart. Such a body that has almost reached the limit of human beings has been unable to even lift a sword in the past three years. This is probably how Mingzhu Mengchen feels. Bar.
But now, as if he was undoing the seal on his body, he opened the first seal, held the sword again, and could fight again.
A fighting spirit rose from the bottom of his heart, a strange yet familiar feeling, and past battle scenes flashed through his mind. Those were the most precious battle experiences.
"oh!"
The flamingo chirped sharply, flapped its wings, and the six fireballs condensed on the wings immediately flew towards Mag, apparently preparing to burn Mag to death.
A fireball the size of a basketball flew in, and the temperature rose a lot. This is the flame ball, the innate ability of the flamingo. If it cannot be avoided, even the knight's armor will be burned. This is the first level of the flamingo. The reason why World of Warcraft can reach the upper-middle level.
"If it's just this level, it's not enough." Mag raised the corner of his mouth, slightly bent his legs, moved lightly, and his body easily jumped three meters away.
Six roaring fireballs hit the ground where Mag was originally standing, blasting out a deep pit and even melting the soil and stones on the edge.
"Father is so awesome, come on! Come on!" Amy clapped her little hands and shouted happily.
After missing a hit, the flamingo seemed a little annoyed, but the flame ball obviously couldn't be released indefinitely, so it flapped its wings and flew directly, swooping towards Mag like an eagle, with a pair of sharp claws glowing with cold light. , apparently intending to attack Mag directly with his body.
Mag narrowed his eyes slightly. The wingspan of this flaming chicken was more than two meters, its legs were strong, and its black claws were like sharp black knives.
McGonagall knew better than anyone else how hard the bones of the flamingo were. An ordinary kitchen knife could not cut even a curled blade, and such sharp claws could easily break through a knight's armor and crush a person's head.
Mag stood there and then swung his sword forward.
