Versatile Mage

In the forest next to the West Fortress, Wang Xiaoyu stepped into the depths with the spirit.

"Are you sure that it really hasn't been mutinized?" Ling Ling asked with a serious head.

"I am not very sure, but it gave me a response that night, but I can call it through my Piccolo." Wang Xiaoyu said that he had already produced a small flute.

Putting the flute down, Wang Xiaoyu blew it loudly, and the flute sounded like a whistle with a leaf, although some pointed but also very nice, and can be spread far and wide along this dense forest.

The sound of the flute continued and echoed. The spirit raised his head and looked around, but did not see any signs of gray eagle.

Wang Xiaoyu continued to blow. After a long time, only the insects in the forest responded to it. He disappointed to let go of the flute in his mouth and said, "Maybe I thought it was too simple. Even the orthodox Skyhawk could not resist the pressure of the monarch-class creature, let alone the mixed blood. The mental power that can be tolerated is more limited."

Lingling comforted the road: "Do not try again, maybe in a farther place."

Wang Xiaoyu looked into the distance, picked up the flute and put it on his mouth. When he was about to blow it, he suddenly heard a tweet in the crown.

The tweet is like a flute and the sound is heard. This sound is very familiar to Wang Xiaoyu. This is the gray eagle he raised from childhood! !

The entire Western Fortress’s Skyhawk has been cruelly executed. The impure bloodline has saved its life. What makes Wang Xiaoyu’s surprise is that the Grey Eagle is very obedient to his instructions. He is flying happily toward himself. Beside yourself, use your head to lick yourself.

It has not been rebellious, and it is completely the same as usual.

Wang Xiaoyu’s heart was excited to hold the gray eagle, patted his head with his hand and said: “Do you know, we can do something big, we are always looked down on in the military, always being rejected If we can complete this task, we can definitely make the entire West Fortress look at us. We are not waiting for this day!"

Like the words of Wang Xiaoying, the Grey Eagle can make a loud scream.

"But this mission is very dangerous. If something goes wrong, both of us will die. I am also very scared, but I don't want to be a person who eats rice in the army. I want to do something for them. Gray Hawk, Now only you can help me." Wang Xiaoyu looked at the gray eagle with sincerity.

The Grey Eagle did not make any more calls. It just slowly opened its arms, as if to tell Wang Xiaoyu, we acted immediately.

"Well, let's go!" Wang Xiaoyu jumped on the back of the Grey Eagle. After sitting still, he said to the spirit: "You are here waiting for me. After collecting the eagle red grass, I will immediately send it to the West Fortress. ”

"I will guide you to a relatively safe road, but you can't completely guarantee your safety. Remember to leave if you are in danger. Don't force yourself. Your strength is that you can't deal with those white magic hawks." The spirit said seriously to Wang Xiaoyu.

Wang Xiaoyu smiled and gave the spirit a slightly rough military ceremony. He patted the feathers on the neck of the gray eagle. The gray eagle flew away and flew to the top of the canopy in a few seconds.

Lingling raised his head and watched the brave young boy and the gray eagle he was not waiting to see, flying to the far end of the night. Who could think that the crisis in Hangzhou City actually fell on such a 17-year-old The boy, hey, but he seems to be only 11 years old...

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"Well, I know, I hope he and the Grey Eagle can be safe." Mo Fan said this sentence and hung up.

He glanced at the west, and he was shocked by the fact that the white feathers were getting closer and closer. They seemed to hover over the fortress of the West Fortress. You can also see countless different devastating magic blooms in the dark as death fireworks.

The mages of Hangzhou City have begun to fight in the **** battle, I hope they can insist that Wang Xiaoyu bring back the eagle red grass, otherwise the war does not know how many casualties.

Now these things are not something Mo Fan can care about. What he has to do is to solve the problem of the totem Xuan snake first.

The blood drugs that have been infected with the disease have already started to come here. The number of these contraband items is very large. If you take a truck, it will not have much impact. H. It is obvious that this blood agent can not be used. The ones that are used are all cheaper and the totem snakes that need a lot of drugs.

It took a little while to transport it. After the night was completely deep, the blood agent finally arrived at Sudi.

Mo Fan sees the Teng Xuan snake still does not wake up, simply jumped to its head, a bottle of blood itself is not very big, it is impossible to toss the mysterious snake to take medicine yourself, Mo Fan simply A bottle and a bottle of stuffed into the teeth of the Totem Xuan snake.

Don't underestimate the blood that can pass through the totem of this totem. The blood of high quality can be several times or even ten times that of human beings. If the totem Xuan snake eats all the blood of this truck, even if it is Its blood tank is deeper, how can it be returned to two or three grids.

One bottle and one bottle were poured into the totem of the totem, and Mo Fan did not know how much medicine was fed at one time. It didn't take long for the blood of this truck to have swallowed a seven-eighth.

This kind of medicine also has obvious curative effect on totem creatures. It can be felt that the breath of totem Xuan snake is slowly being raised.

When Mo Fan was feeding the last box of the Totem Xuan snake, the eyes of the totem Xuan snake suddenly opened! !

The amazing pupil stared at the little Mofan standing above it's kiss, and Mofan was scared and almost fell to the lake.

"嘶嘶~~~~~~~~~~" The totem Xuan snake made a relatively low cry, and the face of Mo Fan who stood there was white, turned his head and looked at the Tang on the Sudi Month, pressing the blind man, "It, it, what does it say..."

Tang Yue smiled and his eyes bent into a crescent and said to Mo Fan: "He asked if you still have these, and he is thanking you."

Instead of letting the military's people destroy the blood, it is better to use it to supplement the totem's mysterious snake, so Mo Fan called Leng Qing again and asked her to send another truck.

"Oh...hey..." The totem mysterious snake made another cry.

Not waiting for Mo Fan to ask, Tang Yue smiled and translated: "The big guy said that this thing is very delicious, it likes it."

Mo Fan's mouth was pumping, and my heart secretly said that this blood is simply the waste oil in the blood. I have never seen anyone who eats ditch oil and eats so happy.

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