Chapter 936: Serpent Priestess, Can We Talk Now? |
The declaration of the Golden Eagle warrior echoed in all directions.
On the four-tiered earthen mound, around the surrounding earthen platforms scattered with stars, a large crowd of shamans, warriors, and civilians, either angry or confused, emerged and looked up.
Baronsimo stood cautiously, one hand gripping a knife, the other hand clutching something unknown, hiding himself in the shadow of the mage’s hut, ready to strike;
Bernard, on the other hand, was already full of anger, untying the bone club in his hand and charging out:
"What did you say!"
The Golden Eagle warrior's attention instantly shifted. He paused for a moment on Bernard, seemingly confused: this tall man was unfamiliar to him. Was he the "White Ghost" he knew? He needed to think a bit.
However, he soon focused on Baronsimo behind Bernard:
"There's another White Ghost here! Red Hawk Tribe, what are you waiting for? Hand over the White Ghost immediately!"
Garrett frowned slightly. While his hands were flying, casting numerous shields on himself, he looked around:
Away from home, he followed his teacher's advice, always preserving one-third of his magic power, no matter how pitiful or dying the patient was.
This time, it indeed came in handy, not only to shield himself but also to add two shields to Cirilla, without the slightest panic. Cirilla was already eager to act, reaching out to grab the golden cage beside her, only to be stopped by Garrett several times:
Why rush to fight?
Let's first see the attitude of these natives! If they are hostile, we must find a way to escape, far away from them! The healing spells thrown out earlier, and the cowpox vaccines given to them, would be like feeding dogs!
Fortunately, these natives did not disappoint him. With a whistle, the Red Hawk chief, who claimed to have fought the Golden Eagle warriors, soared into the sky:
"Honorable Golden Eagle warrior!"
He spread his arms, blocking the winged warrior with a spear. The power given by the Red Hawk God couldn't keep him suspended freely, forcing him to fly in circles while shouting:
"These people are not 'White Ghosts'!" Swish! He flew by.
"They are not enemies bringing death and war!" Swish! He flew past.
"They are our friends!" Swish! He flew by again.
"They are the benefactors who treated our sick and saved our healthy warriors from the plague!" Swish! Flying back and forth, circling twice...
Garrett: "..."
This... we are trained not to laugh...
He turned his face aside, glancing at the Golden Eagle warrior out of the corner of his eye, trying hard to keep a straight face. Even Cirilla stopped her angry hand, no longer pulling at the golden cage, but gathering strength, silently accumulating power...
When the time comes to catch someone, I'll beat you up!
The Golden Eagle warrior Traka did not come down to catch anyone. Instead, he and the Red Hawk chief engaged in a circle, fighting each other, the sky dazzling:
The Red Hawk chief, holding two thin blades, rose, dived, rose again, and dived again. Each dive was accompanied by sharp whistles. Several times he skimmed past the Golden Eagle warrior, whose wings trembled slightly, cut into ripples;
Traka, holding a spear, stabbed forward, swept horizontally, and thrust upward. The spear's tip emitted golden light. Several times the Red Hawk chief approached, only to have to turn sharply to avoid the spear's attacks. Not to mention being pierced by the spear tip, he didn't dare touch even the edges of the golden light.
"Cirilla, watch closely." On the ground, Garrett whispered with the Silver Dragon girl beside him, pointing to the battle above, speaking softly:
"The spear is very lethal. If you have to take off and fight later, be sure not to get hit... have you ever fought a flying warrior? Move if you can, keep your distance if you can, their aerial maneuverability is very strong!"
"I have fought! I have killed! Ah—" Cirilla suddenly covered her mouth. Blinking, she looked up, pretending she hadn't said anything. Garrett shrugged, suppressing a sigh:
Cirilla had been with him for years, with no time to go out fighting. Feeling guilty, it was probably when she secretly killed those envoys of the Radiant Church in the Dwarven Court?
The time a dagger got stuck under a toenail?
There were a few who could fly relying on equipment, which was normal. But, fighting a Golden Eagle warrior like this, flying with wings, should be different?
Just as he said this, the battle in the sky suddenly changed again. The Red Hawk chief spread his arms, let out a long cry, and suddenly a hawk's phantom enveloped him—
With wings folded, he rushed down. Beak, wing tips, claws, all parts were surrounded by fine distortions, as if being cut by wind blades. Opposite him, the Golden Eagle warrior also raised his spear, golden flames burning all over his body:
They collided heavily.
A Golden Eagle, a Red Hawk, rolling and fighting in the air. Wing flaps, beak pecks, claw strikes. The sky was filled with brick-red, gray-blue, and golden feathers, falling like snowflakes...
Brick-red and gray-blue feathers fell on the roof, breaking it; falling to the ground, the ground exploded. Golden feathers, wherever they landed, instantly ignited flames.
"Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk..."
Garrett quietly admired. So far, his strongest attack was still a super-boosted fireball, which might not work well against this Golden Eagle warrior with golden flames.
Or, he needed to develop some sharper means. Maybe liquid nitrogen-enhanced ice rays? Or, liquid nitrogen-enhanced ice walls, multiple reflections, to reflect the rays back?
While thinking, there was a loud bang overhead, the Red Hawk chief screamed, falling crookedly to the ground. The Golden Eagle's chest had a long tear, golden flames pouring out, the figure becoming increasingly illusory.
The Golden Eagle warrior Traka quickly retracted his appearance, rising, rising, flying out of the mound, shouting:
"Red Hawk chief! Do you really want to defy the orders of the Eagle God's Kingdom? Aren't you afraid of the twelve Golden Eagles gathering, flattening your small tribe, and selling all your people as slaves?"
"Hehe... Little Traka, you seem to be in trouble..."
From afar, a charming, seductive laugh came with the night wind. The sound wasn't loud, yet it felt like a small hand, gently scratching everyone's heart. On the high platform of the mound, a moment later, there was a heavy breathing sound.
Even Garrett was momentarily dazed. Beside him, there was a heavy cold snort, he quickly glanced at Cirilla, hurriedly taking out a silver-threaded cap. Putting it on, tightening it, securing it. When ability is insufficient, rely on equipment, Faraday cage is the key to dealing with enchantments!
The Golden Eagle warrior suddenly turned his head, eyes blazing. Far away, a point of golden light silently lit up, quickly flying over. Up close, it was another older Golden Eagle warrior, quietly arriving with a serpent priestess.
The priestess was enveloped in a glow, roughly black and white, finely faint. When she arrived, the two Golden Eagle warriors naturally flanked her.
She gently twisted her long hair, the phosphorescence at her fingertips lightly flickering in her hair, looking down:
"What's the matter? Why are you fighting?"
"They're hiding White Ghosts and won't hand them over! The Red Hawk chief even fought me for the White Ghosts!"
Traka hurriedly complained. On the ground, the Red Hawk Tribe, the Bison Tribe, the Panther Tribe, the chiefs of several major tribes all retorted:
"These guests are not White Ghosts!"
"They healed our people! They are benefactors!"
"We respect the Eagle God's Kingdom and are willing to fight alongside the Golden Eagle warriors, but you can't just step on our heads with orders, fighting directly when there's disagreement!"
Noisy, noisy. The priestess smiled gently, raised her hands to signal calm. Her eyes scanned around, just about to speak, suddenly her whole body stiffened:
Cirilla grasped two golden bars with both hands, squeezed hard, pulling them together. One hand pulled up, the other hand crumpled them, stuffing the golden light into her mouth.
While chewing, she grabbed another two golden bars, squeezing them...
"This..."
The priestess floated down, cautiously keeping a dozen meters away from Cirilla, softly asking. Cirilla, crunching happily like eating crackers, looked up at her, immediately waving an arm around herself.
Crackling...
All the golden bars were clutched in her hand, pulled back to her front defensively:
"What's the matter? These are mine! You used them to imprison me, so now they're mine!"
Cirilla, cheeks puffed, chewing and glaring at the priestess. The priestess's gorgeous red lips moved slightly, momentarily speechless, only her hair tips flickering with a faint snake hiss:
These golden lights were divine power granted by the Eagle God, carrying the power of the sun's fire. Though thin, not everyone could grasp them bare-handed, let alone eat them as snacks!
This silver-haired girl in front of her, was she a new god?
Garrett had been watching Cirilla, seeing her red lips move, silver teeth nibble, the golden light crumbling. Watching, listening, sensing every change in her energy and
vitality.
After watching for a while, confirming Cirilla was fine eating them, he stepped forward, speaking loudly:
"We are not the 'White Ghosts' you mentioned. In fact, although we came from afar, we have always been enemies with the White Ghosts you speak of, fighting many battles over the years. Just a few months ago, we fought a great battle—"
He threw out several trophies: a broken silver crown, a shattered sword, a pale gold humerus... each bearing the unique holy power of the Radiant Church. Garrett pointed to these fragments, calmly saying:
"I killed these people. Did you fight them for a long time before?"
"You—"
Traka's expression changed, almost blurting out, only to be stopped by a gust from the older Golden Eagle warrior. Garrett ignored it, smiling:
"I guess these 'White Ghosts' are colluding with the Plague Maiden, giving her new plague seeds to enhance her power to attack the Eagle God's Kingdom. And I can help you gain the power to resist this plague."
"—Now, can we talk?"
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