Chapter 226: Wow, big pig! (For Ripley, add 5/6!)

This sword is very common, just like a captain action.
But this sword is very fast, and the eyes of the people are almost unable to keep up. It is almost too late for the flaming chicken to press the claws on Meg's head.
The tip of the sword crossed the neck of the flaming chicken, and the word was turned upwards, which cut a fatal mouth.
The flaming chicken made a desperate humming sound, and then fell straight from the front of McGonagall. The blood blew out from the throat of the throat, squatting on the ground in desperation, the flames on the body beat a few times, completely extinguished, black The eyes were full of unwilling staring at McGonagall.
"The father is very good! Awesome!" Amy holding the ugly duckling and screaming with a small hand, the ugly duckling's face was distorted, and looked up at Amy with a look of resentment.
"The world's martial arts, only fast not broken." McGonagall looked at the raging chicken on the ground, slowly recovered the long sword in his hand, and suddenly there was a feeling of loneliness rising from the bottom of his heart.
"Big cock, go well, I will enjoy your meat." Amy holding the ugly duckling in front of the flaming chicken, seriously relieved.
There was still a sizzling chicken squinting at the face, his feet sighing, and he was completely suffocated, and his eyes were not closed.
"This Nizi..." McGonagall couldn't help but smile. The invincible sense of loneliness that had just risen was gone.
Just the sword is the first sword in the shadow thirteen style, the captain style, the so-called captain style, in fact, is not a fixed posture, pay attention to how to train the simple sword of the captain to the extreme.
It is a style, which actually contains countless types.
Simple, but unstoppable, this is the real killing technique.
This style, McGonagall still likes it very much. When the is more than , it will be fine when you want to fight. You come to me for a hundred strokes, playing too tired and boring.
"System, this is the completion of the task? I did not expect that I will complete the task so soon? And your survival rate calculation is not allowed? At this level, I can easily solve it by myself." In my heart, I said a little smugly, the flaming chicken has already arrived, and the purpose of going out of the city today is reached. It can be said that it is very smooth.
"The task progress is 50%. Please host the flaming chicken to return home. Only then can the task be completed. Please don't take it lightly. In the wilderness, any carelessness may cause you to lose your life." The sound of the system sounded with A little bit of warning means.
"System, you are not right! Don't you say captive? I have killed it now, but I have to drag it back?" McGondon was somewhat dissatisfied.

The task of captive flaming chicken is to give the host a deeper understanding of the ingredients. The chef who stays in the kitchen is not a good cook. It also makes the host understand that the ingredients are not easy to get. I cherish the ingredients in the kitchen and supply the ingredients. The person is grateful and respectful..." The system replied earnestly.
"Do you want to raise the price?" McGonagall interrupted.
"How do you know?" The system was amazed.
"Can you be more obvious?" McGonagall turned his eyes, and he could see through his little abacus and tricks. I didn't expect this movie to sell more and more vegetables. In order to raise the price of vegetables, Let him personally experience the process of obtaining a piece of ingredients.
"The task requirements are like this, please host the task as soon as possible." The system said, ran directly.
McGonagall looked at the flaming chicken on the ground, such a chicken, said that there are also fifty pounds of weight, but it is not impossible to take it, but it is not so good to take Amy’s words for a while.
"It seems that it is still necessary to get a mount. Although the bicycle is good, the requirements for the terrain are too high, and most of the time it is not applicable." McGonagall was helpless in his mind, in the era of no big road. Still have to follow the rules of the times.
"The purple lion donkey didn't know where to go when it was. It was the real wind and the convenient mount." McGonagall remembered the mount of Maggie Alex, one of them was too big. The dragon's gryphon, accompanied by his growing friends.
Three years ago, in the same battle, it was also seriously injured. Under the orders of McGonagall, there were two Griffin Knights who followed it and died.
"Then go back, today's food will be there." McGonagall took the sword and prepared to tie the flaming chicken.
"This is...has it solved?" Under the mountain, Gay stopped, and some accidentally looked at the direction of the mountain. He just heard the scream of screaming, and the flaming chicken was only dying. The call was made, and the movements on the mountain disappeared, indicating that the flaming chicken had been resolved.
"It seems that I am a little kid, dare to take the children out, still have a bit of skill." Gay smiled and shook his head, relieved, ready to go back down the mountain.
"Hey!" Just then, there was a deafening noise from the mountain, accompanied by a drumy, generally dull footstep, like a monster that was rushing down the hill.
"Copper wild boar!" Gay looked back at the mountain with a shocked look, changing his face, carrying a javelin in his hand and rushing toward the mountain.
Copper skin wild boar, three-level World of Warcraft, flat impact even five-level knights are not afraid to face hard, if it is washed down from the mountains, the six-level knight is afraid to rush to dodge.
If McGonagall and his daughter run into such an aggressive and tempered Warcraft, I am afraid that he will not arrive with him.
"Copper wild boar? How come this ghost thing is coming outside!"
"Not good! It is down the mountain, run quickly!"
"That father and daughter are completely cold, let's go, the wild boar down the mountain, we can not afford it!"
The mercenaries under the mountain were also shocked. Many weak mercenaries and mercenary groups were rushing to retreat. The third-level Warcraft was not a joke. It was a bit of sympathy for Meg.
......
This screaming really surprised Meg, who was preparing to pack the flaming chicken, and looked up and his eyes were rounded.
On the hillside, an elephant-sized wild boar rushes in the direction of them. There are two and a half meters long straight fangs in front of them. There are two rows of sharp teeth in the big mouth. Black spiked pig hair.
The water in the spring pool is slightly vibrating, such weight and speed, the frontal impact and a heavy truck are probably comparable.
"The trough! System, you don't want to prove that your calculations are correct, deliberately make such a wild boar?!!" McGonagall snarled in his heart.
"Wow, big pig, father, can we still eat wild pork at night?" Amy also stood up holding the ugly duckling and looked at the wild boar that came straight, but she was not afraid at all. Full of expectations.