"How is it possible? How can the Diya army numbering nearly a thousand, and not cannon fodder like walking corpses, but the main force composed of truly powerful undead creatures, break through the defense lines of Her Majesty the Queen and Ken Lohag and appear quietly? Here?" Venigo knocked on the table in distress. A thousand troops are not as few as imagined. Moreover, powerful undead creatures can be detected through the power of magic. Venigo didn¡¯t believe that Her Majesty¡¯s accompanying court mage would be so careless as to forget to deploy various detection magic behind the defense line. "This is not a problem we have to worry about." Sophie replied. Venigo stretched out his hand to hold Sophie's calloused hand and smiled. Sophie's hand trembled slightly, but she did not withdraw it, but her face turned red inexplicably. "Is their target Yuzelu Town, or is it?" Honey raised her hand cutely and asked loudly. "Even if their target is not my Yuzelu Town, this battle is inevitable." Venigo explained, "There is almost no defensive force in the rear, and the undead can easily attack Kenlo's base camp. In this way , the coalition cannot maintain it. " "So we have to kill them?" Shirley said, tilting her head. "Our strength is not enough to eat such a big meal." Venigo shook his head and said, "Just interfere with them. Presumably, Her Majesty the Queen and Kenlo's troops are also thinking of ways to mobilize elites to surround and kill these people. Let¡¯s support the troublesome troops.¡± ¡°Even if it¡¯s just to hold them back, it¡¯s not an easy task,¡± Sophie said. Indeed, there are not many decent troops in Yuzelu Town. There is not much problem between woodcutters and ordinary zombie troops. If they encounter elite troops, these few hundred people will not be of much use. "Chirp!" Venigo shrugged, stood up, walked to the window and opened it. Outside the window, a strange bird that had grown to a height of 1.5 meters screamed proudly, shaking its helmet and making a cheerful cry. "What's wrong with the pickup?" Venigo asked. The pickup truck tried to squeeze in through the small window, but obviously compared to its already large body, this task was undoubtedly too difficult. Finally, the little ptarmigan knocked a big hole out of the window, jumped into the room, rushed to Shirley and rubbed against her proudly. "Well, I'm actually closer to Shirley now. I'm jealous." Venigo complained. Shirley giggled, stretched out her hand, picked out an ice chip and threw it to Pika. Pika took it in his mouth three times and swallowed it, blinking at Venigo. "What? Do you want some snacks after eating the popsicles?" Venigo said with a smile. Suddenly, Pika suddenly raised his feathers, as if entering a fighting state. It looked around vigilantly, flapped its wings, and brought up a gust of wind. "Did you find anything?" Venigo frowned. He snapped his fingers, and immediately, several magic-eyed falcons passed quickly above his head, and at the same time, two moles on the ground under his feet crawled into the rat hole from the corner and dived into the ground. For a moment, Venigo looked at Pica, who was still in an excited and aggressive state, with confusion and confusion. The pickup suddenly jumped out. Venigo yelled something bad and hurriedly chased after him. Sophie picked up the sword calmly and summoned her mount Gululu. Honey also rode on the big cat and chased after her. "Wait for me!" Shirley shouted happily and ran out after her. She stepped on the ice blades under her feet and slid along the ice she had formed. Her speed was no slower than the others. In contrast, Venigo was the slowest one, and he was quickly passed by others. Venigo slapped his forehead, and then he remembered that he had forgotten to construct his dream. ? Quick construction, Royal Knights system, level 50 ninja, completed. Speed ??enhancement, strength enhancement, physical recovery. Strengthening completed. Infused with divine power, the Storm Dragon statue was selected and given the characteristic: wind control. So Venigo took advantage of the breeze and ran to catch up with the others again, catching up with the pickup truck that was half running and half flying. "What's wrong, Pikachu? What did you find?" Venigo asked. The pickup chirped a few times, but it couldn¡¯t speak, and it was hard to guess what it meant by just barking. However, Venigo could vaguely hear the bellicose excitement in the young bird's call. It seems to have discovered something that can serve as an opponent, such asanother Thunderbird? Venigo suddenly thought of a question. So, the Thunderbird eggs that were previously taken away by the Green Shield Chamber of Commerce and whereabouts are unknown, and the Diya army suddenly appeared at this time? The color of Pika's coat has changed from the original ugly gray-white to dark yellow. As it grows up, this color will turn into a beautiful bright yellow, and it will be exposed to thunder elements.Walking away and showing obvious electric sparks. But now, it is still an ugly bird. "Command, strengthen cells, simulate feathers, and execute flight mode." Venigo ordered in his heart. The Jenova cells hosted in Pika faithfully carried out Venigo's orders. They simulated feather-like protrusions suitable for flying, and stimulated Pika's muscles to produce stronger power. Then, Pika, who was just flapping his wings to assist running, found that he was actually flying. "Go find the target." Venigo said. The excited little thunderbird chirped and flew clumsily into the distance. It quickly adapted to the feeling of flying. Although it was not flexible, it was fast enough and disappeared from Venigo's sight in the blink of an eye. Venigo also followed closely. Soon, Venigo discovered the target. Pika and another strange bird with black fur were fighting together in the air. That bird was just like another Pika, but the difference was that Pika relied on the symbiosis of Jenova cells to have the ability to fly. And that black thunderbird obviously has extremely powerful magic. ??Necromantic magic. Venigo let out a sigh, and he discovered that there was another creature not far away who was looking at the two thunderbirds fighting in the air with the same curiosity as himself. "What a coincidence, I met a colleague here." Venigo chuckled, "The tamer of the other thunderbird?" The creature lowered its head, looked at Venigo, and said expressionlessly: "The other So, it was you who ruined us before." His tone was stiff, his grammar was full of errors, and he obviously rarely spoke. "Don't do it yet. Although I'm not afraid of you, don't you want to know who of the same batch of thunderbirds we tamed has better results?" Venigo waved his hand towards him and suggested. The creature obviously hesitated. He put down his hand and looked up into the air. Speaking of which, should I use it more appropriately? After all, although this creature has a human body shape, its appearance is not human at all, but like a doll that has been played with, showing despair and malice no matter how you look at it. The pickup truck is at a disadvantage. Unlike its ripened counterpart, it is at a disadvantage in terms of size and strength. Furthermore, the black thunderbird obviously has the characteristics of an adult thunderbird - its feathers emit powerful electric sparks from time to time. It's a pity that such electric sparks have no impact on the pickup truck, which is also a Thunderbird. The pickup screamed, it kept avoiding the pecks of the black thunderbird, and it was in a panic. But it soon discovered that wearing a helmet was beneficial. The round and smooth top helmet could remove the opponent's pecks, turning the originally dangerous attack into a minor injury that could be endured. Pika immediately fought back ferociously. It has a weapon made by Venigo on its beak, which has a longer attack range than the Black Thunderbird. As a result, Pika learned guerrilla warfare without a teacher, and began to take advantage of his small size and speed to circle around the black thunderbird. When he found the opportunity, he rushed forward and stabbed the opponent despite his pecks. After several confrontations, both sides were scarred. At this time, Venigo's opponent shouted loudly, summoning the black thunderbird to fly away into the distance. "Well, it seems we are evenly matched." Venigo spread his hands. Before the opponent could speak, he rushed forward, drew his weapon and slashed at the opponent's neck. Cangya. A set of six sharp and simple narrow-edged daggers, no more than 80 centimeters in length. Cang Ya failed to kill his opponent. At the same time as Venigo took action, the ugly humanoid monster also swung the weapon. Its weapon is like an open fan. It spins around the wrist several times at high speed at the moment of release, blocking Venigo's weapon. Without thinking, Venigo drew out another tooth and stabbed his opponent in the side. His opponent grinned silently as if mocking Venigo, and its weapon rotated at high speed, cutting into Venigo's arm like a sharp circular saw. Venigo dropped the weapon casually, drew out the third tooth again, and held it upright in front of his chest to block the fan-shaped weapon coming like an axe. Venigo's face turned slightly pale and he took a step back - damn, his opponent was so strong. The ninja who had strengthened his strength couldn't block that casual blow. Venigo sighed, and he simply took out all the Cangya, except for the handle in his hand, and threw them all to his side. Immediately afterwards, Venigo flicked his fingers at his opponent, and the invisible magic power turned into a string of shurikens, splashing sparks on the opponent's steel fan. Without thinking, Venigo took advantage of the opponent to block the shuriken and slashed at him with his sword. He activated his speed advantage, quickly rotated around his opponent, and struck the opponent's weapon with six swords in a row. They were all easily blocked by the opponent. I don¡¯t know what material to useThe metal fan-shaped weapon is obviously thick and wide, but it is like a knife in the opponent's hands. It attacks like a giant ax and defends like a buckler, causing Venigo's attacks to fail repeatedly. "What a hassle," Venigo complained. "Interesting." His opponent commented, throwing away the weapon in his hand. The steel fan flew out after grazing Venigo's shoulder. Venigo regained his footing, shrugged, and watched his opponent flee. ¡° Opponent, it seems there is something urgent