Netheril’s Glory

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“Help, who will help me, help me …”!

Harpy was scared by Punk, grabbing his head and raised in the air, calling for help.

“Stop, Lady Priestress has arrived, you inferior human beings dare to impudent!”

Following the call for help from Little Harpy, several Harpy Soldiers wearing armor ambushed outside the door ran open the wooden door and rushed in. In their eyes, Punk was a gift to Priestess, and now the gift actually rebelled, how could they Not angry.

“Of course I know that Priestess is coming, this thing does not need your reminder.”

Facing the loud shouting of 5 6 Harpy Soldiers holding lance, Punk sneered sneerly, and then fiercely threw the little Harpy in the hand as a thrower towards the door.

Punk does n’t need to hide anymore now, because he can feel that a somewhat weird Formal Level Harpy is leading more than 500 adult Harpy Warrior to approach this tree house. At such a close distance, Punk is fully confident to capture Enemies, naturally no longer need to continue to crappy as a guest.

The small Harpy thrown out by the Master Level Mage Hand was very large, but was accelerated to a supersonic level by huge force. His body was kneaded into an irregular meat mass by air pressure in midair, and then carried The sonic boom fiercely collided with several Harpy Warrior rushing into the room.

“boom!!”

A cloud of blood mist exploded on the small tree house, half of the tree house was directly blown away by the shock wave, a huge bright red hole appeared directly opposite Punk, and the pieces of wood around the area were stained with blood It became scarlet.

This is the power of Master Level spell. Just a throw of Mage Hand can reach an ordinary Formal Level spell level. Removing a wooden house with a wall thickness of more than 20 cm is as simple as tearing paper.

“Great,” Lady “Priestress, I have been waiting here for a long time”!

Punk dissipated a thin layer of energy wall propped up to stop the burst of blood, and then excitedly watched the frightened “Harpy Army” on the sky outside the wood house with his blue eyes.

This small army is guarding a charming Harpy wearing many jewelry all over his body.

This obviously high-ranking Harpy’s paws are black and bright, her whole body is even more revealing with a charming but evil atmosphere, and the staff in her hand is even more peculiar, and there is a huge wooden staff The head is actually embedded with a basketball-sized eyeball, and this eyeball also reveals a horrifying feeling of watching all the biological souls at any time.

There is no doubt that this Harpy is the ruler of this tribe, that is, the Lady Priestress in the mouth of other Harpy.

“Sure enough, the problem is with this Priestess, no … it should be on her staff.”

Punk didn’t care about the “gaze” of the weird eyeball. He squinted slightly and squinted the blue blue pupil according to the joy in his patience.

He just stared at Priestess and felt it carefully, and soon found some “interesting” places.

In Punk’s perception, the “strange aura” wrapped around Priestess almost condensed into substance, and this breath has even affected her body shape, causing Harpy Priestess’ eyes to become gray-brown, claws twisted and sharp, and the mouth Even even sharp teeth grew.

Punk could also feel that the wand held tightly in Priestess’s hands was constantly communicating with strange aura and Priestess, and every breath would be drawn into the vertical pupil of the eyeball, and when the breath was spit out again, it would grow a little bit bigger.

Punk looked at this group of hard-to-retreat Harpy, and was satisfied that the guys would not pose any threats to themselves:

“Maybe curiosity is really a good thing, it always brings me rewards.”

Unlike Punk’s joyful mood, Harpy Priestess’ mood is only frightened and desperate.

After listening to the description of the surviving hunter Harpy at first, she thought it was only a Wizard of Formal Level. With the confidence brought by the staff in her hand, this Priestess was somewhat confident in this battle.

But what did she see when she arrived at the scene? A Master Level Spellcaster? See Undead’s hunter, you come out to the old lady, this is the “little” Wizard you said “low power, ignorance, unable to withstand a single blow”? What hatred or blame do you have for me?

The violent Priestess has brainwashed her clansman, but she has not brainwashed herself, so she is still a bit heavy on her own strength. When Priestess saw the blue pupils under the blue hood, she knew I’m in trouble.

“No, you must run, run immediately, and you will die if you can’t run away!”

Priestess forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart and gave a “last order” to his top 100 Warrior with a trembling voice:

“What are you stupid people still waiting for, and don’t hurry to attack, as the warriors of Black Claw Tribe, it’s time for you to be loyal to the tribe”!

Harpy Priestess’s voice was not as high-pitched as it was full of a bewitching mental wave. After this trembling command was issued, Priestess turned without the slightest hesitation and fled away in the opposite direction.

The Harpy Warrior affected by the mental fluctuation did not respond to the coach’s departure. They all screamed and swooped down to Punk with a rough lance.

“For the tribe”!

“Lady Priestress for omnipotent”.

“The Black Claw is the strongest!”

“Dirty orcs are going to die”!

Various slogans were shouted through Harpy’s sharp voice and turned into a harsh noise enough to shatter the glass. Its power was no less than a “Novice Level Conjuration Spell-noise technique”.

But Punk didn’t care about the dive of this group of “bombers.”

The strongest of these Harpy is only Level 9 Novice Level Peak. Even if their attacks are desperate, they will not be able to break through Punk ’s even the most basic defenses, and the “cannon fodder” of Punk ’s attacks will bear even a slap. Can’t live.

“Why do the bosses of these magical creature tribes press the bottom of the box to pit their men? Is it to sacrifice a group of loyal men to live a few seconds longer?”

Watching this group of irrational Harpy approach quickly, Punk mocked the head.

“boom!!”

Light purple’s Mage Hand gently waved through the air like bullet ash, leaving a dotted purple afterimage and …… a sparse Lala blood rain.

“Running? Did you run?”

Punk looked at Priestess, who had flown far away, and smiled, releasing the spell he had prepared.