Fairy’s Box

"This house is much more imposing than the Black Seat!"

Cara glanced at the layout of the Earl's Mansion, her mouth twitched in amazement, and her eyes widened immediately after seeing a group of ghostly maids respectfully serving in the hall:

"Damn, there are so many pomegranates!"

"Kara! You're finally here!"

Yale walked over first, gave him a warm hug, and then showed a puzzled expression: "No, you should arrive in two days!"

"Because of the storm! And it happened to be a good wind, so it blew me over."

He puffed up his chest proudly, and said with a smile: "You have to thank me for this. If I hadn't been on the mast and carried the storm to death all night, your Haiyan would have been finished."

"So I really have to thank you very well."

The black-haired knight punched the opponent's chest, and then said to the nearby maid: "The Seris puree that is sealed in the innermost cellar, bring me a tie."

"Don't drink, don't drink!"

Kara hurriedly shook her head, her hands swung like the propellers that started the ground, and she shouted solemnly, "I'm here to do serious business with you, how can I drink indiscriminately any more, quit it!"

"This is not the Carla I know!" Bruno held a half bottle of fruit wine, looked at the bottle, and then at the other party, instantly showing a very shocked expression.

"Don't say so much useless."

Nicole quickly leaned over, clenched her fists nervously in front of her chest, and asked expectantly, "How is Clark, when can he come over?"

"Clark and Lydia are working hard, there is only a thin line between the natural disaster, it should be soon, you can rest assured." He patted the female knight's shoulder, relieved, and then shook his head regretfully:

"The two of them are definitely fine, but Beverly and Arcia... It is estimated that there is no way to advance to the natural disaster in this life."

"It doesn't matter, they have other talents, and I also have a lot of vacant positions here."

The black-haired knight didn't know the urine of his two roommates. One was preoccupied with cooking and hooking up with women, while the other was full of songstress Alice.

However, although these two guys are a bit unprofessional, they both have their own specialties, and they are not mud that can't be helped.

"Right!" Kara quickly looked around and asked curiously:

"Where's Charlene, didn't she come here with you?"

"She's sleeping!"

Yale hurriedly answered before the two injured friends, then turned around and glared at each of them with fierce eyes.

"sleep?"

He first showed a dazed look, then noticed Nicole winking, and Bruno who was covering his mouth to hold back a smile, and a sly smile suddenly appeared on his face:

"Oh, I get it……"

"You know the shit! I'll go to London and London with me, and I'll arrange something for you now!" The black-haired knight had a complete attack in anger.

...

Celtic, Windy Mountains.

The sun was hazy in the overlapping peaks, and the cold and rugged mountain road was slippery and winding. Duke and his subordinates wrapped their bodies in the foul-smelling silt, and hid in the shadow of the stones below the highest peak.

Inside the deep and heavy smog, a black shadow passing by with extreme speed could be faintly seen, and the vicious screams of the harpy continued to be heard. Their screams are very strange, sharp as if they can directly pierce the eardrum, and they don't need to breathe for a long time, and they can last for several minutes in one breath.

In the darkness, Duke's eyes were fixed on the sky, his body was lying motionless in the shadows, his heart was pounding, counting the time for the monster to leave the lair.

He must complete the mission ordered by His Majesty the King, and provoking the relationship between this group of harpies and the Rosevians seems to be the easiest and most effective way.

In order to make the conflict between the two irreconcilable, it is necessary to destroy the lair of this group of monsters, and then frame the blame on the governor of the Rosevians. In this way, even if the governor is willing to reconcile, the harpies will probably not give up.

Provoking their internal fight first, and then provoking the relationship between the water lizards and the Rosevians, his mission is almost complete.

While calculating the time for the harpie to leave the nest, the warriors of the kingdom patiently waited for the opportunity until it was evening. Before hundreds of harpies rode the gust of wind and flew back to their lair, another group of harpies swept out of the cave on the top of the mountain and rushed into the sky.

During the two batches of harpies changing defenses and foraging, there was a gap of about 30 seconds, and this was the chance the Rune warriors had been waiting for!

"Go!"

Duke let out a low roar, and immediately shattered the silt on his body. He rushed out of the dark shadow first, trampling the mud with his feet, and rushed straight into the harpy's cave.

The light in the cave is very dark, and it seems that there is no end in sight. The rock wall is quite smooth, and the ground is covered with a thick layer of feathers, but the smell is a mess.

The Celtic warriors ignited their grudges and quickly squeezed into the depths of the cave by the brightness of the flames. A pile of tattered and simple utensils were vaguely seen, and it was unknown whether they made them themselves or obtained them from robbery.

About thirty yards forward, the feathers at the top of the hole thickened rapidly, and the temperature also rose in a straight line. At first glance, the feathers were all half-human-high pale-white banshee eggs.

"The Banshee has spawned!"

Duke showed surprise, and injected the power of his soul from the crescent moon-shaped flying blade he took out from his waist, and threw it out instantly:

"Crush them!"

The two blades instantly turned into two silver lights that shuttled out, silently passing through the air, and dozens of silver threads intertwined like lightning, echoing in the space, spreading from the side of the rune warrior to the end of the cave.

Kaka Kaka-Crack!

Within the range covered by the silver thread, all the eggs of the banshee shattered, and the egg white and yolk instantly overflowed to the ground, covering the thick layer of feathers. Among them, a small part of the eggshells had no egg whites and egg yolks, only a little harpy that had not yet developed to its embryonic form. After being directly exposed to the air, it quickly died in pain.

Immediately after the silver thread disappeared, Duke suddenly put his hands above his shoulders, only to hear a humming sound of air vibration, and the two crescent-shaped double-edged blades had returned to his hands.

After taking back the two blades, the Rune warrior turned his attention to his subordinates who were igniting vindictiveness, and said in a cold voice, "Remember, your family is in the hands of the king, and after you die, the children you leave behind will be able to survive. become a nobleman."

"We understand." They replied indifferently.

"Remember your mission!"

As Duke spoke, he threw an Eagle Wing badge on the ground, and immediately ran to the outside of the cave. Glancing at the gloomy and depressing haze above, he immediately dodged a few vertical jumps, and his figure completely disappeared from the peaks.

"let's start!"

Dozens of Celtic warriors were left, pulling out the Roservian standard longswords around their waists, and after scavenging all the utensils in the cave, they walked slowly to the outside of the cave, posing as the one that just came out of the cave. attitude.

In the depths of the smog, the screams of the harpies approached very quickly, and in the rumbling sound of their wings, they communicated:

"Humans! Kill them!"

"Dare to appear outside our lair, kill!"

"Don't do it first, they are not weak, and they are probably Rosevians."

"Then drive them away!"

"Yes! Drive them away!"

The warriors of the Highland Kingdom stopped, flashed their bright long swords, and walked to the front of the queue as the first person, and said in a quirky Celtic tone:

"We are warriors of the Gallic kingdom, and our king ordered us to hunt the harpies!"

"Kill us? Just a few of you?"

The ugly faces of the harpies showed sarcasm, suddenly moved their noses, smelled the smell overflowing from the depths of the cave, and instantly became furious:

"You killed our children!"

"so what?"

The leading Gallic warrior clenched the long sword in his hand, swayed twice towards the sky, and sneered:

"You **** with flat hair, how dare you collude with the Rosevians and try to invade the Highland Kingdom together. Today, we are ordered by the king to destroy your filthy clan!"

"Kill them!"

Knowing that her lair was over, the harpy lost her mind in an instant, and a sharp storm broke out from her wings, with a terrifying hissing sound, smashing into the ground like thousands of arrows.

"Kill these monsters!"

The highland warriors themselves wanted to die, all they wanted was to smash their bodies into pieces, and they didn't bother to dodge at all. They just desperately poured their fighting qi into the long swords in their hands and quickly threw them at the harpies in the sky.

boom--!

The violent blade slammed into the ground, and the mountain trembled violently. Even the smog that lingered all year round was temporarily swept away. The front of the cave was flattened by three feet, and the highland warriors were also being cut by the wind blade. In an instant the corpse was gone.

However, the dozens of long swords that went up against the sky also achieved some results, and many harpies who were so angry that they were mad were scratched because they didn't have time to dodge.

"Highland Kingdom! Celts! We want revenge!"

"They killed our children!"

"Let's allies with the Rosevians and slaughter them together!"

Angry banshees roared and swept in the wind, circling one of the strongest harpies, demanding that they join forces with the Rosevians to avenge their shame.

"..."

The headed harpie remained silent, her huge wings flapped slowly, and she was holding a long sword of Roservian standard in her hand, which formed a sharp contrast with the impatient others around her.

"Leader, avenge us!"

"Our children were killed by these abominable lunatics before they hatched!"

"Vengeance! You must fulfill your duty as a leader!"

Seeing that it remained silent, the harpies became more and more impatient, screaming and neighing around each other.