Netheril Glory Chapter 565: Priestess

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

　　

　　 was grabbed by Punk and raised in mid-air to call out for help. Netp

　　

　　 "Stop, Master Priestess has arrived, and you, the inferior human, dare to be arrogant"!

　　

　　 With the call of the Kitty Hawk, several Hawk soldiers in armor ambushed outside the door opened the wooden door with one paw and rushed in. Punk was a gift to the priestess in their eyes Now, the gift actually rebelled, how could they not be angry.

　　

　　 "Of course I know that the priestess is coming, this thing does not need your reminder."

　　

　　 Faced with a loud shouting from five or six Hawks soldiers with spears, Punk sneered sneer, and then threw the Hawk Harpy as a thrower toward the door.

　　

　　Punk now no longer needs to be hidden, because he can feel a weird formal Hawk Harpy is leading more than 500 adult Hawk Harpy fighter to approach this tree house. At close range, Punk has full control to catch enemies alive, so naturally it doesn't need to continue to be lame as a guest.

　　

　　Though she was thrown away by the hands of the master mage, she was accelerated by a huge force to a supersonic level, and his body was kneaded by air pressure in the air. The irregular meatball, and then carrying a harsh sound burst, slammed into the room with several eagle body fighter crashed together.

　　

　　 "Bang!!"

　　

　　 A cloud of blood exploded on the small tree house, half of the tree house was directly blown away by the shock wave, a huge red hole appeared directly opposite the Punk, and all the pieces of wood around the ground Stained scarlet by blood.

　　

　　This is the power of the master level magic. Just throwing from the hand of a mage can reach the level of an ordinary formal level magic. Removing a wooden house with a wall thickness of more than 20 cm is as simple as tearing paper .

　　

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

　　

　　Punk scattered a thin layer of energy wall propped up to stop the spurting blood, and then excitedly watched the frightened group of "eagle body banshees" on the sky outside the wooden house with blue eyes Army".

　　

　　 This small army is guarding a fascinating eagle body lady wearing many jewelry all over her body.

　　

　　 This eagle body hen with obvious high status has black and bright claws, her whole body reveals a charming but evil atmosphere, and the staff in her hand is more peculiar, where the handle is flat. The head of the strange huge wooden stick was actually embedded with a basketball-sized eyeball, and this eyeball also revealed a horrifying feeling that was watching all the souls of creatures at any time.

　　

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

　　

　　 "Sure enough, the problem is with the priestess, no... it should be on her staff."

　　

　　Punk didn't care about the "gazing" of the strange eyeballs, and he squinted his azure eye pupil slightly while speaking to himself with joy in his patience.

　　

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

　　

　　In the perception of Punk, the "strange breath" wrapped in the priestess almost condensed into substance, and this breath has even affected her body shape, causing the eyes of the priest princess to become gray-brown and claws. It became twisted and sharp, and even sharp teeth grew in the mouth.

　　

　　Punk can also feel that the staff held by the priestess is constantly communicating with the priestess with a strange breath, every breath will be drawn into the vertical pupil of the eyeball, when the breath is spit out again Will grow a little bit.

　　

　　Punk looked at this group of adventurous Hawks, and nodded in satisfaction after making sure that these guys would not pose any threat to themselves:

　　

　　 "Maybe curiosity is really a good thing, it always brings me gains."

　　

　　Unlike the joy of Punk, the mood of the eagle priest is only frightened and desperate.

　　

　　After listening to the description of the surviving hunter Hawkgirl, she thought it was only a formal wizard. With the confidence of 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 caster? See the undead hunter, you come out to the old lady, this is the "little" mage you said "low power, ignorance, unbearable"? What kind of hatred do I have with you? Do you want to pit me into death?

　　

While the priest priest has brainwashed her clan, she has not brainwashed herself yet, so she is still a little bit concerned about her strength. When the priest saw the blue pupils under the hood of the color geography , She knew she was in trouble.

　　

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

　　

　　The priest’s forced suppression of the fear in the heart gave a "last order" to his hundreds of fighter with a trembling voice:

　　

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

　　

　　 The eagle priestess’ voice is not as high-pitched as it is full of a bewitching mental fluctuation. After this trembling command was given, the priestess did not hesitate to turn around and fled away in the opposite direction. Come.

　　

　　Those fighter who were affected by mental fluctuations did not react to the manager’s immediate escape~IndoMTL.com~ They all screamed and swooped towards Punk with their rough spears.

　　

　　 "For the tribe"!

　　

　　 "For the omnipotent priestess".

　　

　　 "Black Claw is the strongest"!

　　

　　 "Dirty beastman die"!

　　

　　Various slogans shouted out through the sharp throat of the eagle body fairy into a piercing noise enough to shatter the glass, and its power is no less than a "practice grade conjuration magic-noise technique" Too.

　　

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

　　

　　 The strongest of these Hawks is only the peak of the ninth-level apprenticeship. Even if their attacks are desperate, they will not be able to break through Punk even the most basic defense, and Punk attacks these "cannon fodder" But he couldn't even bear a slap.

　　

　　 "Why do the bosses of these magical creature tribes use the bottom of the box to pit their hands, is it to sacrifice a group of loyal men to live a few seconds longer?"

　　

　　 Watching this group of lost eagles quickly approached, Punk shook his head mockingly.

　　

　　 "Bang!!"

　　

　　 The hand of the mauve mage gently waved through the air like bullet ash, leaving a spatter of purple afterimages and... a sparse Lala blood rain.

　　

　　 "Are you still running? Did you run?" )!!