Chapter 225: a sword

It was a huge cock, one meter five, the red feathers covered the whole body, the bright red cockscomb was very dazzling in the sun, the wings were one, the golden red flames picked up from the wings, and they circulated on the wings, a pair The small black eyes stared straight at McGonagall and seemed to be hostile.
When McGee first saw it, he thought it was a hybrid of and ostrich. Presumably this is the legendary flaming chicken. The living World of Warcraft and the chicken legs in the refrigerator are still not the same, the hot atmosphere. Blowing in the face.
I thought I had to change a place. I didn't expect this guy to hide behind the stone, but also jumped out of it. When McGonagall got up, he held Amy behind him and stepped back five or six steps.
"Wow, big cock, are we grilling and eating, or steaming and eating?" Amy’s eyes widened, and the raging chicken swallowed, with small stars in her eyes. It is.
"Hey!" The flaming chicken seemed to feel a huge threat. Some of them looked at Amy with horror. Although it was a small one, it had a feeling of being unbearable.
"Huang Wei's will be more delicious." McGonagall couldn't help but smile. For the snack food, what is Warcraft, it is just the ingredients.
"Millet, you stand next to me, wait for me to solve it." McGonagall handed the ugly duckling in the bag to Amy and said seriously.
"Well, my father is cheering, is the yellow chicken really delicious? Xiaomi wants to eat it!" Amy said with an ugly duckling.
The ugly duckling just looked up and looked at the flaming chicken, then he continued to sleep in Amy’s arms, as if he could not lift it at all.
"Hey!" The flaming chicken yelled at the back of his neck, his voice was extremely impactful, his eyes turned to stare at McGonagall, with a bit of contempt and provocation, and his wings flapped a few times. The flames of the group rose and condensed in the wings, and it seemed that there was a big trick brewing.
"Hey? Is this the voice of a flaming chicken? Is there someone on the west who found a flaming chicken?" At the foot of the mountain, many people looked at the west on some accidents. Generally speaking, the west has already Few Warcraft are infested.
"I remember a man with a little white face, carrying a little girl up the mountain? Was it met by them?"
"That's awful, the fighting power of the flaming chicken is also in the middle of the first level of Warcraft, especially the flame, if the ordinary people are burned, afraid to become coke!"
"The man is too unreliable. Is it because I want to take the little girl to the hot springs? This is dangerous!"
Many people counted and sorted out the spoils at the exit of the Xingxiling Ridge. Before seeing Meg carrying Amy up the mountain, this would be a discussion.
For a veteran mercenary, a flamingo is not a natural thing, but for a rookie mercenary, a flamingo is enough for them to scratch the scalp and even catch their lives.
However, life and death, they have become commonplace, perhaps a pity, but let them run up the mountain to confirm the safety of two strangers, they do not have this leisure.
"You mean that there is a man in gray dress, carrying a little girl wearing a mage robe up the mountain?" Gay just rode the horse, and he later went to pick up a few other tasks, his level can be After picking up a few tasks, if you are lucky, you may be able to complete several tasks in one day, and you can't help but stop talking about them.
"Yeah, there aren't many levels going up. It doesn't come up with the scream of a fiery chicken. I don't know which guy can't beat it." A middle-aged mercenary nodded.
"Fire chicken! Oops!" Gay's face was a little anxious. He turned over and took the horse to the side of the tree, carrying a black long javelin and a bow and arrow toward the mountain.
The little elf girl is very cute. His little granddaughter is almost as big as her. When she is not doing her task, she is playing around with him at home every day.
His son is also a mercenary, but he never thought about bringing his little daughter to this Stranglethorn to play. This is the age of school. Isn’t this a child, the chicken can still hear, hope to have time to catch up. Come on, the pace has increased a bit.
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McGonagall looked at the flaming chicken standing on the big rock and took the sword to the left front for a few steps. This is the first time he faced Warcraft, he could hold a long sword, but there was no fear in his heart. Instead, A little... excited?
Correct!
It is the feeling of excitement, the speed of the heart beats faster, and the blood in the body is also accelerating, but this is definitely not because of fear.
It is the body that is eager to fight, a long-lost battle.
"It's a grievance to you." McGonagall glanced at his own hand and said quietly in his heart that such a body that almost reached the limits of humanity could not even lift the sword in the past three years. The pearl dust is probably the feeling. Let's go.
Now, he is like unraveling the seal on the body, uncovering the first heavy seal, re-holding the sword, and fighting again.
A warfare rises from his heart, a strange and familiar feeling, once the battle scene flashed through his mind, those are the most valuable combat experience.
"Oh!"
The flaming chicken screamed sharply, and the wings were one. The six fireballs on the wings suddenly flew toward McGonagall. It seemed that they were preparing to burn McGonagall.
The size of the basketball fireball has come, and the temperature has risen a lot. This is the talent of the flaming chicken. If you can't avoid it, even the knight's armor will be burned. This is also the flaming chicken at the first level. The reason why Warcraft can squeeze into the upper middle level.
"If it is only this degree, it is not enough." Meg's mouth provoked, his legs were slightly curved, his steps were light, and his body was easily jumped three meters away.
Six roaring fireballs smashed into the ground where McGonagall stood, and a deep pit was blown up. The dirt and stones on the edge were even melted.
"My father is very good, come on! Come on! Come on!" Amy screamed with a small hand.
A single blow, the flaming chicken is also somewhat annoyed, but this flame ball is obviously not able to release indefinitely, so the fan flies up and flies directly, as the eagle generally dive toward McGonagall, a pair of claws with cold light It seems that it is intended to attack McGonagall directly with the body.
McGonagall narrowed his eyes. The flaming chicken wings were more than two meters wide, and the legs were strong and powerful. The black claws were like a black sharp knife.
The hardness of the bones of the flaming chicken is clearer than anyone else. The ordinary kitchen knife can't cut the blade and can't cut it. This kind of claw can easily break the knight's armor and catch the person's head.
McGonagall stood in the same place and then waved a sword forward.