Chapter 261 Priestess

(Sorry for the typo in the title and chapter number<(__)>)

"Help, someone help me, help..."!

Scared by Punk who grabbed her head and lifted her up in the air, the harpies shouted for help.

"Stop, the priestess has arrived, you lowly human being dare to be presumptuous"!

As the little harpies called for help, several harpy soldiers in armor and ambushing outside the door pulled open the wooden door and rushed in. In their eyes, punk was a gift for the priestess, and now the gift They actually resisted, how could they not be angry.

"Of course I know that the priestess is coming, but you don't need to remind me about this."

Faced with the loud questioning of five or six Harpy soldiers holding spears, Punk sneered sinisterly, and then ruthlessly threw the little Harpy in his hand as a throwing object towards the door.

Punk doesn't need to hide anymore, because he can feel that a full-scale harpy with a strange aura is leading about 500 adult harpies approaching the tree house, at such a close distance , Punk has full confidence in capturing the enemy alive, so naturally he doesn't have to continue to pretend to be a guest lamely.

Although the little harpy thrown out by the hand of a master mage was huge, it was still accelerated to a supersonic level by a huge force, and his body was kneaded into an irregular shape by the air pressure in mid-air. The meat ball, carrying a piercing sonic boom, collided fiercely with several Harpy warriors who rushed into the room.

"boom!!"

A blood mist exploded on the small tree house, and half of the tree house was blown away by the shock wave. A huge bright red hole appeared directly opposite Punk, and the pieces of wood all around were stained with blood. became scarlet.

This is the power of a master-level spell. Just a throw by a mage's hand can reach the level of an ordinary formal-level spell. To tear down a wooden house with a wall thickness of more than 20 centimeters is as simple as tearing paper.

"Great, Priestess "Master", I have been waiting here for a long time"!

Punk dissipated the thin layer of energy wall that was erected to stop the spurting blood, and then excitedly stared at the group of frightened "harpies" in the sky outside the wooden house with his blue eyes.

This small army is guarded by a voluptuous harpy clad in lots of jewels.

The claws of this harpy who obviously has a high status are black and shiny, and her whole body exudes a seductive but evil atmosphere, and the staff in her hand is even more peculiar. There is actually a basketball-sized eyeball inlaid on the head of the stick, and this eyeball also reveals a terrifying feeling of watching the souls of all creatures at any time.

There is no doubt that this harpy is the ruler of this tribe, that is, the priestess that other harpies talk about.

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

Punk didn't care about the "watching" of the weird eyeballs, he narrowed his blue pupils slightly while talking to himself in patient joy.

He stared at the priestess to perceive carefully just now, and soon discovered some "interesting" things.

In punk's perception, the "weird breath" lingering on the priestess has almost condensed into substance. This breath has even affected her body shape, causing the eyes of the harpy priestess to turn gray-brown and the claws to become distorted And sharp, there are even jagged sharp teeth growing in the mouth.

Punk can also perceive that the staff held tightly in the hands of the priestess is constantly communicating with the priestess with a strange breath, every trace of breath will be sucked into the vertical pupil of the eyeball, and when the breath is spit out again, it will grow stronger little bit.

Punk looked at the group of harpies who could not advance or retreat, and nodded in satisfaction after confirming that these guys would not pose any threat to him:

"Maybe curiosity is really a good thing, it can always bring me harvest."

Unlike the joyful mood of punk, the mood of Harpy Priestess is only panic and despair.

At first, after hearing the description of the surviving hunter, Harpy, she thought it was just a formal-level mage. With the confidence brought by 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 spellcaster? See the hunter of the undead, come out to my old lady, is this the "little" mage you said is "low-strength, ignorant, and vulnerable"? What enmity do I have with you? Are you going to pit me to death?

Although the ignorant priestess has brainwashed her people, she has not brainwashed herself, so she is still a little bit hesitant about her own strength. When the priestess sees the pair of blue pupils under the color geography hood, she will I know I'm in big trouble.

"No, I have to run, run immediately, if I can't run away, I will die"!

The priestess forcibly suppressed the fear in her heart and loudly issued the "final order" to her hundreds of soldiers in a trembling voice:

"What are you idiots waiting for, hurry up and attack, as warriors of the Black Claw tribe, the time has come for you to be loyal to the tribe"!

The voice of the harpy priestess was not so high-pitched, but also filled with a kind of deceptive mental fluctuations. After giving this somewhat trembling order, the priestess turned around and fled in the opposite direction without hesitation.

Those harpies affected by the mental fluctuations didn't respond to the coach's fleeing. They all screamed and swooped down on Punk with rough spears in hand.

"For the Horde"!

"For the omnipotent priestess."

"The Talon clan is the strongest"!

"Die to Dirty Orcs"!

All kinds of slogans shouted through the Harpy's thin voice turned into a harsh noise that could shatter glass, and its power was no less than that of an "apprentice-level conjuration spell-noise spell".

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

The strongest of these harpies is only the peak of the ninth-level trainee level. No matter how hard their attacks are, no matter how sharp their attacks are, they can't break through even the most basic defense of Punk. I can't bear the slap.

"Speaking of which, why do the bosses of these tribes of magical creatures use their tricks to trick their subordinates? Is it just to sacrifice a group of loyal subordinates to let themselves live for a few more seconds?"

Seeing the group of harpies approaching quickly who had lost their minds, Punk shook his head mockingly.

"boom!!"

The lavender mage's hand waved gently in the air like bullet dust, leaving behind a scattered purple afterimage and... a sparse rain of blood.

"Still running? Are you able to run?"

Punk looked at the priestess who had flown far away, smiled and released the spell that he had prepared long ago.