Chapter 1256: Rebels, killing!

Early the next morning, just after dawn, McGonagall got up, knocked on the door of the magic potion next door, handed the restaurant key to Hee Hee, and asked her to take care of Amy and Anna one day.
"Don't worry about Mai Bo, although the dishes I made are not as delicious as you are, but they will definitely not be hungry for two little guys." Hee Hee smiled.
"There is work." McGonagall thanked him and turned away.
This war is unpredictable, and McGonagall does not want Amy and Anna to bear this risk.
And he also needs to be more focused on facing this war, and any accident may cause them to fall into a ruin.
"I went out, left the two children at home, and didn't know what to do." Hee Xi looked at the back of Meg, and shook his head strangely and walked toward the restaurant, her today. The task is to play with two children, and I have already told the boss yesterday.
Speaking of it, the boss said that he has to go out today, and he did not say where he is going. These people... are really mysterious.
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"Boss, my white-headed eagle has been tamed for many years. You must ensure his safety and bring it back to me." Outside the city, a beastmaster handed the whip to Meg, seriously. Road.
"Don't worry, let's go back to the south to find a pro. If you are fast, you can return the bald eagle to you this evening. Then, the deposit I paid is enough for you to buy two bald eagle, what are you worried about." With a big beard, Meg, who has turned his skin black a few degrees, now looks like a forty-year-old uncle.
On the other side, Barbara wore a veil and framed the whole head. It looked like a child and could not see the appearance.
"Yes." The animal trainer nodded. This is true. This man’s guarantee is straightforward.
McGonagall touched the white head of the bald eagle and jumped over the eagle's back. Barbara also floated on the eagle's back. The white-headed eagle flies up and flies upwards. It quickly disappears into the south. Horizon.
This white-headed eagle wings exhibition is about seven meters. Sitting on the back is just right for two people. It is just a little crowded. Barbara sitting in front is almost surrounded by McGonagall.
"Are we not going to the north? Why go south?" Barbara's face was reddish, trying to make his voice cool.
"We should try to erase the traces that have been involved in this war. We used to fly a few miles in the south, and then turned around to bypass the city of chaos." McGonagall explained, tightening the reins and letting the bald eagle continue to climb upward.
"It's really troublesome." Barbara grinned and didn't think it was necessary. The game was uncomfortable, but found that he was completely surrounded by McGonagall, unable to move, feeling the heat that almost screamed at her ear. Her face is redder.
McGonagall doesn't want to take advantage of the little girl's cheapness. It's just that this white-headed eagle is a private mount for the animal trainer. He only has one front and rear double seat, and usually takes the children and his wife out to play, so the seat design is also very family-fitted. Sitting behind him, he could only stretch out his hands and grab the reins hanging around the neck of the bald eagle, so that he just surrounded the front seat.
After all, the Bald Eagle is only a first-order World of Warcraft. The IQ is basically zero. You can't just say a position or position like Azi, and you can find it yourself.
If you don't care about him, maybe when you can turn your back from a height of a few hundred meters, or if you see a female bird in the middle, you can take the route to the Pacific Ocean.
In addition to being not smart enough, not windproof is also a major feature of this bald eagle.
It’s the cold winter, the coldest time of the year, the whiteness everywhere, the heavy snow in the previous period has not yet changed, sitting on the back of the eagle, flying at a speed of more than 100km/h at 500 meters. Facing the cold wind, this is not a comfortable experience.
Barbara, who was still a little instigated, was quickly frozen and unconscious, and her hair had already formed a hoarfrost.
"I said, you let me sit in front, is it just to take me out of the wind?" Barbara suddenly realized what, some resentful look back at McGonagall.
"I think, that's why you can stop it." McGonagall looked down at Barbara, who was sitting on his chin, and was helpless.
Barbara, who was once again despised by his height, turned red and looked serious: "I... I will grow again!"
"Physically speaking, after the girl is fifteen years old, the growth rate of height will slow down or even stop, but the chest will continue to develop." McGonagall calmly, and looked at Barbara’s chest that is completely out of proportion to the height. If it is longer, it seems to be a bit exaggerated.
"Bastard!" Feel the look of McGonagall, Barbara's face is red, if they are not in the air now, she must jump and lick him.
"Hey."
Without waiting for what Barbara said, McGonagall had put a head-mounted helmet on Barbara's head, and then did not know where to pull a windproof insulation blanket wrapped around Barbara's body, hands ring On both sides of her body, she grabbed the reins and began to turn the bird [.] head to the north.
Barbara smashed, and the cold wind was instantly blocked, and the warmth felt around her body.
The helmet is surrounded by warm and comfortable fluff, but the front is transparent glass, which can clearly see the outside.
The soft, warm blanket blocks the cold and brings warmth.
As for the back.
The hard chest is hot like a fire, and it's hotter than a blanket.
"A rest for a while, we may face a bad thing today." McGonagall whispered in Barbara's ear, and also buckled his helmet, safety first.
In the far position behind the bald eagle, a purple lion cub slowly followed in the high air.
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The morning sun sprinkled on the peaks, illuminating the dark caves.
Abandoned mines can also see traces of the original mining stones, and the successive wars in the last two months have left new traces on the stone walls.
At this time, a team of elves in uniform armor have been assembled, neatly arranged under the mountain, ready to launch the final general attack on the grotto.
"Bei Daren, the has been assembled, is it a general attack?" A young general led the horse to the front of Berg standing on the high platform, Christine.
"Let the army wait, the high priest came from afar, brought the most elite warrior, this gimmick, we can't grab." Berg shook his head and looked at the thousands of elves that had been assembled in the distance, the corners of the mouth. There was a sneer.
"The high priest, the army is assembled! Is it an offensive?" An adjutant came forward and looked at Helena and respectfully.
Helena glanced at Berg, his eyes flashed a bit of disgust, regained his gaze, looked at the cave with countless mines, and waved: "Attack! Destroy the rebels! Rebels, kill them!"