Chapter 1526: There are no tigers in the mountains, orange cats are called gods.

Twilight forest road is far away, although the speed of the giant eagle is not slow, but after all, it is only a three-level Warcraft, so until the sun hangs down, a tribe built between the canyons appears in the eyes of everyone.
The canyon is extremely wide, and the tribe is built at the mouth of the canyon. Two hundred-meter-high stone pillars stand on the mouth of the canyon, with numerous large and small caves.
Large and small stone houses are dotted in the canyon, and in the center of the canyon, a square stone city is built, a wall of ten meters high, and there are magnificent stone temples in the city.
On the way, Irina modified a part of the memory of the animal trainer and erased the scene in which Amy took Klo to the back of the bird and replaced him with the story of not returning to the tribe.
The animal trainer is just a normal orc. With the level of magician Irina, this kind of thing is not enough, but it also saves a lot of explanation.
"You adults, the front is our Fak tribe, the central city is the place where the chiefs and nobles live, and the periphery is the residence of ordinary people." The animal trainer smiled and introduced to everyone, when approaching the canyon, Deliberately depressed a few voices: "The two pillars are the places where the sacred beasts live. They must not scream loudly when they pass, so as not to be shocked to the sacred beast, causing the attack of the sacred beast. They are extremely fierce, once they are eyeing them..."
"喵呜"
The ugly duckling did not know when he suddenly jumped out of Amy’s arms and stood in the position of the eagle’s head.
At this moment, the black holes of the big and small on the two pillars suddenly appeared in a pair of eyes of different colors, and at the same time they screamed as if they were responding to their own king.
"what is that?"
The orcs on the ground sniffed up and looked up. The eyes fell on the orange cat standing on the eagle's head. The golden red sunset fell on it, as if it were coated with a golden coat. It is particularly eye-catching.
The cats echoing on the two pillars are even more honorable.
"Is this the golden legend of the gods!" A pale old orc screamed with excitement, his legs bent, and he slammed on the ground.
"God beast!"
The orcs heard the words all over the place, looking at the ugly duckling standing on the eagle's head.
"Is this... Is it a cat slave in a different world?" McGonagall looked at the orc who had smashed the ground below, and looked awkwardly.
It’s really: there are no tigers in the mountains, and orange cats are called gods.
The guys who are known as sacred beasts are cats that are hidden only in the caves. There are all kinds of felines, and there is indeed no shortage of fierce cats.
"Why are these orcs so excited to see a fat duck?" Amy looked at the bottom with some incomprehensibility, or the first time I saw the ugly duckling so popular.
"Because the ancient books have words, everything should be weighted with big oranges." McGonagall said with a smile.
"喵~"
The ugly duckling turned back and screamed at Amy, seemingly showing off his popularity.
"Ugly duckling, don't swear, you see where you are standing, the head of the little eagle eagle is starting to sway, and the neck is going to break you." Amy was somewhat disgusted.
Giant Eagle’s head did have some uncomfortable slight swings, and it was not known whether it was scared or because it could not withstand the pressure.
"喵~" The ugly duckling screamed a little wrongly. From the eagle's head, some reluctantly returned to Amy's feet, rubbed her calf with her head, and then took a look at her feet.
"Be able to let the gods and beasts so care and trust, you must be an extraordinary person." The animal trainer quickly picked up the rainbow fart.
The ugly duckling’s groaning caused quite a stir in the Fak tribe, and many orcs were rushed to watch the news with the news of the so-called gods.
However, the giant eagle glided over the canyon and fell into the inner city.
"Mr. McGonagall has you. This trip is over. Thank you for taking the ride. Please bring your luggage and welcome the next ride." The trainer stood with a smile and stood beside the giant eagle crouching on the ground. Said to everyone.
"Thank you." McGonagall nodded slightly, taking the crowd out of the giant eagle. Not far away, a fat orc was coming with a group of people. From the information obtained by McGonagall in advance, the orc name For Jeremy, Gary's confidant, a nine-level orc, on the day of the riot, he opened the inner city gate and welcomed the rebels into the city.
This is ranked higher on McGon's list of murders, but the Grey Temple is to do his job and let them have a righteous identity to come here.
Jeremy’s gaze stayed for a while on the forefront of Meg, and then his eyes crossed over to the girls in the restaurant, his eyes suddenly lit up, revealing a bit of sinister smile, eyes swept over everyone. Soon it was frowning again, loudly: "Clo? How can you not see him?"
"Jeremiah, Master Crow, he has something to stay in the city of chaos, saying that he will come back later, let the younger bring them back to Mr. McGonagall." The animal trainer replied quickly, bowing his head and not looking straight. Jeremy.
"This bastard, dare to so scorn the task I gave him, you, let him immediately roll me back!" Jeremy shouted coldly.
"Yes..." The tamer's calf trembled across the giant eagle, and immediately flew away with a giant eagle.
Jeremy's gaze fell on McGonagall. He looked up and down him. It looked like a plain human, ordinary human. He asked, "Are you a McGonagall of the City of Chaos?"
"Yes, I am McGonagall, who was invited to come to the dinner for the new chief of the Fak tribe." McGonagall did not humble.
"You are so delicious in cooking? Let the kings of the Los Angeles Empire be full of praise?" Jeremy looked at Meg, an ordinary human being, and looked so young, really delicious. food?
"There is no praise." McGonagall looked at Jeremy and smiled. "Because the King of the Los Angeles Empire only cares about eating, he didn't have time to praise me."
The fat on Jeremy's face was pumped, and the guy boasted that he was really shameless.
"Very good, this dinner is very important. As long as you can make the chiefs happy, the benefits can't be yours." Jeremy looked at McGonagall and approached him two steps, pressing down a few voices: "But if If you mess up, you will know what is better than death."
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