At 7 o'clock in the evening, the last ray of light in the sky disappeared.

The bad thing is that there is no moon tonight. Although there are many stars, it is not enough to illuminate the night sky. Therefore, except for the range illuminated by the bonfire, other places are dark and only some blurry shadows can be vaguely seen.

By the bonfire, the caravan guards temporarily built three simple wooden sheds, supported by many tree trunks with wrist-thickness as support, and covered with a thick layer of thatch. Each shed hid three guards, one with a wooden shield in his hand, and the other two with iron spears.

Not far away from the truck, there was a big tree that was held together by one person. Relying on the trunk, a shed was also built, where archers Allen, Roland, and Avana hid.

As for the caravan owner and the servants around him, they were all lying under the truck.

The guards are ready.

“Wow~~Wow~~~”

Whenever the night wind blows, there will always be one or two strange screams coming, sometimes far away, sometimes near, sometimes in the east, sometimes in the west, which makes people frightened.

Alan hid in the wooden shed, leaning against the big tree, holding a bow in his hand, and an iron arrow resting on the string, preparing. Whenever a strange sound came, he would shoot the bow as soon as possible. After several times, his forehead was covered with sweat.

Seeing that he was so nervous, Avana whispered: "Alan, take it easy. Those hawks are testing us and don't over-expend our energy."

Allen raised his sleeve and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "I understand. This damn birdman, I will definitely give my skills to try my best later!"

Avana looked at Roland on the other side again and found him standing against the tree, with his hands wrapped around his chest, holding a silver-white staff in his right hand, and chewing a grass stem in his mouth, his expression as if he was on an outing.

Compared to Allen, he seemed to be not worried about the upcoming Hawks.

Although it’s too nervous, it’s not a good thing to be too relaxed. Avana frowned and whispered: “Dirat, the wolf-headed eagle-body is as fast as lightning, and its power is amazing. It can easily grab a horse into the sky. Their sharp teeth can bite the neck, and their sharp claws can instantly break the person’s belly..."

"Ph~"

Roland spitted off the grass stem in his mouth and turned to smile at the female mage: "Miss Avana, I know everything, don't worry."

Avana's brows tighter and her face was colder, as if she was covered with frost: "Dirat, you'd better be really ready instead of talking big!"

Roland shook the staff in his hand, as a response.

After a while, many black shadows appeared in the sky, about 30 meters high, all of which were wolf-headed and owl-body. They made a harsh whistle while flying.

The volume of the whistling sound is not very loud, but it can cause strong resonance in the eardrums, which shocks the ground and makes people's ears buzz. After listening for a long time, it makes people dizzy and indescribable irritability.

Avana yelled: "The Eagle is here, and there are 13 people. Remember, when they dive, they will definitely be accompanied by huge screams. Don't retreat at this time, and be brave enough to poke the iron spear on it!"

"Understood!"

"Allen, find an opportunity to shoot them to death!"

"clear!"

Alan pulled the longbow in his hand a little bit wide, staring at the eagle circling at the high speed in the sky without blinking, looking for an opportunity to take action.

But these hawks are flying too fast and are very smart. They will deliberately pose as if they are about to dive, and once they find that Allen raises his bow, they will immediately give up and quickly increase the height.

After repeating this a few times, Alan's arms began to tremble slightly. In a state of tension and anxiety, his strength and energy were consumed very quickly.

The continuous failures made Allen's heart full of anxiety and he couldn't help but curse: "This group of damn birdmen!"

Suddenly, he heard the voice of Master Dilat coming from the side: "Man, those birds are afraid of your arrows, so they try every means to consume your strength."

"I know!" Allen was extremely upset.

"Then you can pretend to be exhausted and trick them down."

This sentence made Allen's eyes lit up, and he slapped his thigh hard: "Yes, they can lie to me, why can't I lie to them?"

Allen was just too nervous, and his thinking was in a dead end for a moment. After Roland made a point, he figured it out. After pretending to open the bow a few times, he pretended to be exhausted, loosened the longbow, and kept shaking his arms.

‘Wow~~’

The eagle man was always paying attention to Allen. Seeing Allen let go of his bow, he screamed and pounced on the simple wooden shed on the ground.

"Crazy~~~"

A hawk jumped onto the wooden shed, grabbed a few wooden sticks, and then turned back to heaven.

The dive speed was amazingly fast. It was still high altitude the moment ago, but in just one second, it reached the top of the wooden shed.

Their wingspan is more than 3 meters. When they dive rapidly to the ground, their wings suddenly spread and flap hard. The airflow brought by them is extremely powerful, making people unable to open their eyes and unstable feet. Coupled with the shrill scream, as the distance approaches quickly, the frequency will increase rapidly, giving people great mental pressure.

Under the dual interference of airflow and spirit, the soldiers hiding in the shed will perform well, not to mention attacking, and being able to stand firm is already considered to be a good performance.

Even the archer Allen could only barely shoot an arrow, but it shot in vain.

He shouted, "No, they are too fast!"

Avana discovered something even more terrifying: "These birds are tearing down wooden sheds...ah~ Be careful in the sky!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw a hawk man grab a horse, flew straight to a height of more than 30 meters, and threw the horse heavily, with the target being a simple wooden shed.

A horse must have seven or eight hundred kilograms. It will throw it from a height of more than 30 meters. The impact caused by it is not something that a temporary wooden shed can withstand, and even the truck will be smashed!

If the soldiers in the wooden shed do not dodge in time, they will definitely be killed, but if they leave the wooden shed, they will lose their shelter and let the hawks rage.

The situation has reached a very critical moment.

At this moment, Roland, who had been relaxed and comfortable, suddenly moved, and pointed the white staff in his hand at the horse in the sky, and a faint white light flashed by.

‘Maloen Feathering!’

The horse, which was originally flying down from the parabola, suddenly dropped its speed. When it was blown by the night wind, it floated out like leaves. It floated for a long time before slowly landing on the ground.

Avana breathed a sigh of relief and praised loudly: "Good job, Dirat!"

Roland smiled slightly, what is this little trick? How can it be worthy of such praise?

Seeing that the horse-throwing tactic was cracked by Roland, the hawks immediately hated Roland, treated him as the main target, and began to circle around the big tree.

Avana saw the Hawks' intentions and hurriedly reminded: "Be careful, Dirat, they are staring at you."

Roland nodded: "Well~ This is really bad news."

Even though he said that, he could not see any tension on his face, and he even looked a little absent-minded, as if he didn't feel at ease with this matter at all.

His condition made Avana feel very dissatisfied and couldn't help but shout: "Be serious, Dirat, don't joke about your own life!"

"Okay, I get it."

The cold and warm mage lady was worried about him, so Roland had to act cautiously.

After a few minutes, the hawk in the sky seemed a little impatient. One hawk turned around, gathered his wings, and swooped towards Roland!

"They are here. Dilat, be careful!"

Avana shouted, and the mana fluctuations on her body flashed quickly. The next moment, a layer of about a thin layer of emerald green light appeared on Roland.

It is obvious that this is a defensive spell. Judging from the intensity of mana fluctuations, it should be a low-level spell, which is more than enough to block the attack of the Hawkel.

But the problem is that Roland's current understanding of the spell did not know the name of the spell. He only felt that the spell contained a rich natural power.

Roland was a little confused: ‘Is it a natural spell? But isn’t this the racial talent of Mu Ling? How could Master Glenmay use it?’
Chapter completed!