Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

It was a huge rooster, 1.5 meters tall, with fiery red feathers covering the whole body, and the bright red comb was very dazzling in the sun. With one pair of wings, golden-red flames sprang up from the wings and flowed on the wings. The small black eyes stared straight at Mag, seemingly full of hostility.

When Mag saw it for the first time, he thought it was a hybrid of a rooster and an ostrich. It must have been the legendary flamingo. The living Warcraft and the chicken legs in the refrigerator were indeed quite different, with a fiery breath. Come on.

I thought I was going to change places, but I didn't expect this guy to hide behind the stone, and even jumped out by himself. When McGahran got up, he protected Amy behind him, and stepped back five or six steps one after another.

"Wow, what a big rooster, should we roast it or steam it?" Amy's eyes widened, watching the turkey swallowed, and there were little stars in her eyes up.

"Cuckoo!" The flamingo seemed to feel a huge threat, and looked at Amy with some horror. Although he was a little girl, he felt untouchable.

"Braised yellow will be more delicious." Mag couldn't help laughing. For snacks, Warcraft and the like are really just ingredients.

"Xiaomi, stand aside and wait for me to solve it." Mag handed the ugly duckling in the small bag to Amy, and said earnestly.

"Well, father, come on, is the braised chicken really delicious? Xiaomi really wants to eat it!" Amy said expectantly while hugging the ugly duckling.

The ugly duckling just raised his eyelids to look at the flamingo, and then continued to sleep in Amy's arms, as if he couldn't lift his spirits at all.

"Wow!" The flamingo yelled again with its neck raised, the voice was extremely impactful, and its eyes turned to stare at Mag, with a bit of contempt and provocation, and flapped its wings a few times. Groups of flames rose and condensed on the wings, as if some big move was brewing.

"Huh? Is this the sound of a flamingo? Could it be that someone found 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 Warcraft haunts.

"I remember that a man with a pretty face went up the mountain with a little girl on his back, didn't he? Did they meet him?"

"That's terrible. The fighting strength of the flamingo is considered to be above average among the first-level monsters, especially the flame. If ordinary people are burned, they may turn into coke!"

"That man is too unreliable. Could it be that he wants to take the little girl to a hot spring? It's dangerous now!"

Many people counted and sorted the spoils at the exit of Thorn Ridge,

I saw Mag carrying Amy up the mountain before, and there was a lot of discussion this time.

For experienced mercenaries, a flamingo is nothing, but for rookie mercenaries, a flamingo is enough to scratch their heads, and even take their lives.

However, life and death are commonplace for them, and they may feel a pity, but they don't have the leisure to run up the mountain to confirm the safety of two strangers.

"You mean a man in gray went up the mountain with a little girl in a mage's robe on his back?" Guy just happened to pass by on horseback, and he went on to pick up several other quests later, his level can be If you are lucky, you may be able to complete several tasks in one day. Hearing their conversation, he stopped and asked.

"That's right, it's not too many levels to go up, and the sound of flamingos can be heard right here, and I don't know which guy can beat it." A middle-aged mercenary nodded beside him.

"Flamingo! Oops!" Guy suddenly became anxious, got off his horse, loosened the reins to a nearby tree, and ran up the mountain with a long black javelin and a bow and arrow.

The little half-elf girl is very cute. His little granddaughter is about the same age as her. When she is not doing tasks, she pesters him to play games at home every day.

His son is also a mercenary, but he has never thought of bringing his little daughter to play in this valley of thorns. This is the age when he should go to school. Isn't this leading the child blindly? The rooster crowing can still be heard, I hope I can catch up in time Come on, the pace has accelerated a little bit.

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Mag looked at the flamingo standing on the big rock, and took a few steps forward to the left with the sword in hand. This was the first time he faced a monster, but holding the long sword, he didn't have any fear in his heart. A little...excited?

right!

It's the feeling of excitement, the beating speed of the heart is accelerating, and the blood in the body is also circulating faster, but it is definitely not because of fear.

It is the body that is eager to fight, a hearty battle that has not been seen for a long time.

"I really wronged 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 not even been able to lift a sword in the past three years. This is probably the feeling of the pearl. Bar.

But now, it was as if he was breaking the seal on his body. He lifted the first seal, held the sword again, and could fight again.

A sense of fighting rose from the bottom of his heart, a strange yet familiar feeling, the previous battle scenes flashed in his mind, and those were the most precious battle experience.

"Oh!"

The flamingo screamed sharply, flapped its wings, and the six fireballs gathered 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 Flamingo's innate ability. If you can't avoid it, even the knight's armor will be melted. The reason why World of Warcraft can squeeze into the upper middle level.

"If it's only this level, it's not enough." Mag raised the corner of his mouth, slightly bent his legs, moved his steps lightly, and easily jumped three meters away.

Six roaring fireballs hit the ground where Mag was standing, blasting a deep pit, and the soil and stones on the edge were even melted.

"Father is amazing, come on! Come on!" Amy shouted happily, clapping her little hands.

The flamingo seemed a little annoyed when it missed a hit, but the flaming ball obviously couldn't be released indefinitely, so it flapped its wings and flew straight up, swooping towards Mag like an eagle, with a pair of sharp claws glowing coldly , it seems that he intends to attack Mag directly with his body.

Mag narrowed his eyes slightly. The turkey had a wingspan of more than two meters, its legs were strong and powerful, and its sharp black claws were like sharp black knives.

Everyone knows the hardness of the flamingo's bone, Magbi. An ordinary kitchen knife can't cut even a single bit when it reaches the curly blade. Such sharp claws can easily scratch through the knight's armor and shatter a person's head.

Mag stood still, and then swung his sword forward.