Chapter 293 The Power of the Feathered Serpent God
Flames enveloped Rove, and he exuded heat waves all over his body, as if wearing a fluttering orange robe, in stark contrast to the night.
Rove was burning all over, and he could feel his blood boiling, but there was no pain, instead he was full of strength.
That powerful force, from the Feathered Serpent God's egg, poured into his body continuously!
The boy was holding the egg of the Feathered Serpent God. He touched and observed it lightly, and he could clearly feel the stone on the surface.
It's really a fossil, it's just...
Not dead!
It was beating, and every time it beat, it would make a deep trembling sound... Rove seemed to be holding a bloody heart in the palm of his hand.
At this moment, the Thunderbird fluttered its wings and hovered in midair, refusing to continue lowering its altitude. It was extremely sensitive to danger and could smell a terrifying aura.
That is the natural suppression from the blood!
The two wizards sitting on Thunderbird's back saw that it was still refusing to fall, so one of them took out a copper bell and shook it vigorously.
The bell jingled loud and crisp, like a small hammer hitting an anvil.
Hearing the sound of the bell, Thunderbird seemed to have been severely whipped. Its body couldn't help shrinking, and it let out a wail, and was forced to descend towards the ground.
The man as thin as a bamboo pole, after confirming the death of the patriarch, held the dragonglass spear in his hand, and rushed towards Thunderbird like crazy.
The man who was ringing the bell suddenly raised his wand, and the tall, thin man was struck by the spell and fell to the ground.
He struggled to remember, but Thunderbird bit his forearm fiercely, and threw him far away like a cat throwing a mouse.
The group of Indians rushed over angrily, but the lightning fell, and the current centered on the Thunderbird, spreading outward layer by layer in a ring shape.
The group of Indians shrieked, cursed, and backed away, with shrill, vehement terror in their voices.
"Don't chase anymore." The man stopped the shaking bell and ordered: "Attack that boy with the egg in his hand!"
Thunderbird looked up at Rove not far away, it flapped its wings frantically, like a thunderbolt, its body turned black and gold, and lightning flashed in its eyes.
Just hearing the lightning and thunder in the sky, another bolt of lightning crashed down, hitting Rove straight.
boom! !
The glare made Rove squint his eyes. He held up the egg in his hand. His eyes were like two lava pools. The young man waved his arms, and the flames shot out.
The fire and thunder collided with each other, and there was a loud bang in the air. From a distance, it looked like a layer of blue flames dancing wildly in mid-air, making the whole village as bright as day.
The scorching air wave spread toward the outside world, causing an extreme distortion of the line of sight.
All those Indians fell to their knees and sang the praises of Feathered Serpent towards Rove... towards the egg in his hand.
Soon, the ball of thunder was swallowed by flames, and a ball of orange-red flames rushed to the sky and gradually dissipated.
Rove finally understood why the opponent wanted to grab the Feathered Serpent's egg, because after sacrificing a certain amount of life, it could indeed feed back extremely powerful power.
Rove stretched out his arms, and two flames shot up suddenly, like two flaming whips. With a hiss, the whips rushed towards the Thunderbird like a snake, entangled its neck and wings.
Thunderbird struggled desperately, but the harder he tried, the tighter the flame around his neck became.
It opened its beak and let out a sharp, hoarse, painful cry.
Rove clenched the flame whip tightly and pulled it violently, almost breaking the Thunderbird's neck and wings, but it also lost its center of gravity, staggered and fell to the ground, knocking down the feathered serpent statue.
But this blow seems to have exhausted all the power the Indians gained from sacrificing their lives.
The egg stopped beating and turned back to a cold stone, and the flames on the young man also dissipated suddenly.
Rove sat slumped on the ground, his hands were trembling, his whole body was wet, covered with sweat, cold and sticky, and every breath was accompanied by violent panting.
That kind of fatigue is like a person who has not exercised for a long time and has run five kilometers in a short time.
Thunderbird fell to the ground and threw a wizard on his back sideways. His head was on fire, and his entire hair was on fire.
Howling in horror, the man saw another group of Indians rushing towards him, and he immediately disapparated and fled.
There was another wizard who didn't leave. He stood up and ran towards Rove who was sitting on the ground.
The man was wearing a purple robe, which was made of special magic material, which could insulate the electric current and resist the thunderbird's lightning.
He greedily looked at the egg in the young man's hand. It was something he had dreamed of, and at this moment... it was close at hand.
The wizard raised his wand and said loudly: "Avada..."
Before his words fell, Dana had already raised a bow in the distance, and the arrow hit his chest and pierced his lungs.
Rove stood up and walked over slowly. A dragon crystal dagger appeared in his hand. He used all his strength to stab it fiercely, piercing the man's ribs.
Rove walked over to the Thunderbird, which fell to the ground convulsing, bright red blood spurting from its bloody wound.
There is also an iron collar around Thunderbird's neck, connected to a fist-thick iron chain.
Rove looked at the Thunderbird, and suddenly there was a "ding" in his brain.
[Detected an enslaved Thunderbird, triggering side mission 1:]
Heals Thunderbird's wounds, bonus magic:
【Thunderbolt】
【Use magic power to create lightning to attack the enemy】
[Submission 2]
100% tame Thunderbird, bonus magic:
【Storm】
【Can summon thunderclouds to make heavy rain】
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Standing in a room, Margaery looked at the results of searching for a long time with satisfaction.
This is the creeper's room. According to him, there are gold, animal skins, and many other items.
Margaery was not interested in these things, but Rove seemed to like it very much, and asked her to look for the spoils... After she searched carefully, the results were indeed quite fruitful.
Just then, a wizard popped into the room with a smack, with flames still burning above his head.
The wizard hurriedly extinguished the flame, but due to the burning, the left half of his face was rotted into a ball, and the ear was completely ablated, leaving only a hole. Although the eyes were not blind, there were extensive burns all around.
The wizard saw a figure in the room, he didn't think much, and cursed directly:
"Creeper, you bastard! Didn't you agree to poison all your people to death! Look at what you did! Hurry up and get the herbs!"
But the figure didn't move. The man looked up and found that it wasn't a creeper, but an extremely beautiful witch, looking at him.
The wizard asked in astonishment, "Who are you?"
"I'm...the policeman." Margaery smiled.
The wizard raised his wand, but Margaery was faster, but instead of a wand, she was...
gun!
Margaery raised her pistol and fired six shots at the man. The girl stroked her temple hair and said gracefully:
"Sir, put down your wand immediately! Please cooperate!!"
The wizard fell into a pool of blood and was dying. Although he was not killed on the spot, he only had a faint breath left.
Margery looked at the one round left in the magazine, and decisively refilled another shot, then licked her sexy lips, and asked friendlyly:
"Sir, are you all right? Shall I call you an ambulance from New York?"
Man: "Cough...cough cough...cough!"
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