Netheril’s Brilliance

"Help, who will help me, help..."!

　　 The harpy who was grabbed by the punk and held her head in the air was scared and called for help.

　　 "Stop, the priestess has arrived, you low-level human dare to be presumptuous"!

With the little harpy calling for help, a few harpy soldiers in armor ambush outside the door opened the wooden door and rushed in. In their eyes, punk was a gift to the priestess. Now the gift How could they not be angry if they actually resisted.

　　 "Of course I know that the priestess is coming, but you don't need to remind you about this."

　　 Facing the loud shouts of five or six harpy soldiers holding spears, the punk sneered slyly, and then hurled the little harpy in the door as a throwing object.

Punk no longer needs to hide anymore, because he can feel that a formal-level Harpy with a weird aura is leading more than 500 adult Harpy warriors to this tree house at such a close distance. Now that punk has full certainty to catch the enemy alive, naturally there is no need to continue to pretend to be lame guests.

The small harpy that was thrown by the hand of a master mage was huge, but it was accelerated to a supersonic level by a huge force. His body was kneaded into an irregular shape by air pressure in mid-air. Rou Tuan, carrying a harsh sonic boom, slammed into a few Harpy Warriors who rushed into the room.

"boom!!"

A cloud of blood exploded on the small tree house, and half of the tree house was directly blown up by the shock wave. A huge bright red hole appeared directly opposite the punk, and the debris in the surrounding area was stained with blood. Become scarlet.

　　 This is the power of master-level spells. Just the throw of a mage's hand can reach the level of an ordinary formal-level spell. Removing a wooden house with a wall thickness of more than 20 cm is as easy as tearing paper.

　　 "Great, priestess "sir", I have been waiting here for a long time"!

　　 The thin layer of energy wall that the punk dissipated in order to stop the shooting blood propped up, and then excitedly looked at the group of horrified "harpy banshees" in the sky outside the wooden house with azure blue eyes.

　　 The guard of this small army is guarding a coquettish harpy wearing many jewels all over.

The paws of this harpy, who is obviously of high status, are black and shiny, and her whole body is even more seductive but evil, and the staff in her hand is even more peculiar, in that unremarkable size. The head of the wooden stick was actually inlaid with a basketball-sized eyeball, and this eyeball also revealed a horrible feeling of watching the souls of all creatures at any time.

　　 There is no doubt that this harpy is the ruler of this tribe, that is, the priestess in the mouth of other harpy.

　　 "Sure enough, the problem lies with the priestess, it shouldn't...should be with her staff".

　　Punk didn't care about the "gaze" of the weird eyeballs. He muttered to himself with patient joy and narrowed his azure blue eye pupils.

　　 He just stared at the priestess and perceived it carefully, and soon found some "interesting" places.

In the perception of punk, the "weird aura" entwined on the priestess's body almost condensed into substance. This aura has even affected her body shape, causing the harpy female priestess's eyes to turn grayish brown and her claws to become distorted. And sharp, even with uneven sharp teeth growing out of the mouth.

Punk can also perceive that the staff held in the hands of the priestess is constantly communicating with the priestess with a weird breath. Every breath will be sucked into the vertical pupil of the eyeball, and when the breath is exhaled, it will grow stronger. Little bit.

　　Punk looked at this group of unrelenting harpy, and nodded in satisfaction after confirming that these guys would not pose any threat to him:

　　 "Maybe curiosity is really a good thing, it can always bring me something."

　　 Different from the joy of punk, the mood of the Harpy Priestess is nothing but panic and despair.

　　 At first, after hearing the description of the surviving hunter Harpy, she thought that only an official-level mage had arrived. With the confidence brought by the staff in her hand, the priestess had some confidence in this battle.

　　 But what did she see when she arrived at the scene? A master spellcaster? Seeing the hunter of the undead, you come out to my old lady. Is this the "little" mage you called "low strength, ignorance, and vulnerable"? What hatred do I have with you? You want to cheat me to death?

Although the dastardly priestess had brainwashed her own people, she hadn't brainwashed herself, so she was still a little bit overwhelmed with her own strength. When the priestess saw the blue pupils under the hood of Se Ge Knowing that I am in big trouble.

　　 "No, you have to run, run immediately, you will die if you can't run away"!

　　 The priestess’s forcibly suppressed the fear in my heart, with a trembling voice, issued a "last order" to her hundreds of warriors:

　　 "What are you idiots waiting for, don't hurry up and attack, as the warriors of the Black Claw tribe, it is time for you to be loyal to the tribe"!

　　The voice of the female priestess of the harpy is not high-pitched, and it is also filled with a bewitching mental fluctuation. After this somewhat trembling order was issued, the priestess did not hesitate to turn around and flee in the opposite direction.

　　 The harpy fighters who were affected by the mental fluctuations did not respond to the coach’s escape ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ They all screamed and swooped down to the punk with a rough spear.

　　 "For the tribe"!

　　 "For the omnipotent priestess."

　　 "The Black Claw clan is the strongest"!

　　 "Dirty orcs go to death"!

　　 All kinds of slogans shouted through the harpy’s sharp voice and turned into a shrill noise that was enough to shatter glass. Its power was no less than that of a "trainee-level spell magic spell-noise spell".

　　 But punk didn't care about the dive of this group of "bombers".

The strongest of these harpies is only the pinnacle of the nine-level apprentice level. Even if their attacks are desperate and sharp, they will not be able to break through even the most basic defenses of punk, but the "cannon fodder" of punk attacks is even one. Can't bear to slap.

　　 "Why do the bosses of these magic creature tribes use the methods to pit their subordinates? Is it just to sacrifice a group of loyal subordinates to live a few more seconds"?

　　 Seeing this group of harpy that have lost their sanity quickly approaching, the punk shook his head mockingly.

"boom!!"

　　 The lavender mage's hand gently waved in the air like bullet ash, leaving behind a little purple afterimage and...a sparse rain of blood.

　　 "Still running? Did you run away?" )!!