Chapter 44 The flying white chocobo
"Let me go if you can! This is a shameless sneak attack!"
Turalyon, who was lying on the ground, struggled hard, but could not shake the big metal hand behind him.
Seeing Turalyon being pressed to the ground and being rubbed, Uther, who had the best relationship with him, persuaded him.
However, Arcane Scavengers are extremely intelligent.
Its judgment ability is very high, and it cannot easily let go of this energy gift package just because of Uther's few kind words.
"Please do not make any unreasonable obstruction, otherwise it will be regarded as provocation."
The arcane scavenger's mechanical warning gave up Uther's idea of continuing to plead.
Let this guy with a hot head calm down first.
Abandoned by his friends, Turalyon could only roar like an incompetent man.
"Let me go! I want to duel with you!"
As the sacred energy in his body became less and less, his struggles and roars became smaller and smaller.
After draining out the last bit of sacred energy, Arcane Scavenger kindly carried him and threw him out of the camp.
Seeing that Turalyon couldn't even stand up, Uther quickly gave him a blessing of strength.
Supplemented by the divine energy of the Blessing of Might, Turalyon finally broke free of his limp form.
He looked back at the big purple guy in the camp and silently made a note of it in his mind.
"It was because of my carelessness that I was successfully attacked by it. I must give it a good look next time!"
Uther helplessly shook his head in response to Turalyon's unwillingness to recognize the reality.
"Stay away from that big guy in the future, it can't be shaken by you."
Hearing what Uther said, Turalyon was very unconvinced.
"How is that possible! That's just an arcane puppet."
Uther interrupted him unceremoniously.
"No, this arcane puppet is different! I have never seen an arcane puppet be so smart and flexible!"
Turalyon calmed down and thought about the incident carefully, and found that it was indeed what Uther said.
The big guy's movements are very flexible.
Moreover, he has a very routine when attacking and has a strong purpose.
Once you fall into its routine, the attacks one after another will be suffocating!
Turalyon felt very anxious thinking about the big man guarding him like a thief.
"Then what should we do? It always likes to follow Ms. Alleria."
It can't be beaten again and again, and it can't be avoided. This is a dead end with no solution.
Uther said nonchalantly: "I don't think Ms. Alleria has any interest in you, why are you eager to get close to her?"
These plain words were like a knife, cutting straight into Layan's heart.
But he still refused to give up his pursuit of the goddess.
In the next few days, this first-generation paladin would always trigger the arcane scavenger's attack mode, and then stage a cat-and-mouse drama.
The situation of the first generation Paladin and the first generation Death Knight was similar.
They also haven't developed decent exclusive skills.
In addition to strong attack and defense, all skills are priest skills.
Archbishop Fao's original intention of developing the powerful profession of Paladin is very simple.
He just wanted to combine warrior and priest into one.
A cleric can fight like a warrior, or a warrior can heal himself while fighting.
Turalyon was previously a priest, and his melee combat skills were at the level of a novice.
Encountering this arcane scavenger who had one battle routine after another, there was no other possibility for him except to be caught up and pinned to the ground for friction.
As for a head-on battle with the Arcane Scavenger, Turalyon's three-legged cat fighting skills would be defeated much faster.
In fact, Uther, the most powerful among the first-generation Paladins, had little chance of winning against the Arcane Scavenger.
Mithril armor infused with arcane energy can't even produce a white dot when hit with ordinary weapons.
Once caught by the opponent's big metal hand, the battle is completely over!
Uther is the patron of the Holy Light, and his strength has completely overwhelmed his peers since he was a child.
But no matter how great his strength is, there is a limit, and it is impossible to shake the arcane scavenger weighing more than ten tons. The only thing he could do was to watch Turalyon being punished silently, and then take this guy away with dignity.
Otherwise Arcane Scavenger wouldn't mind getting a more powerful Holy Light Cell.
When Herod learned about the feats of the Arcane Scavenger from Alleria, he learned that magic can absorb even sacred energy.
Ji Magic's characteristic of not rejecting energy from all sources is really unbelievable!
The blood elves in the game have absorbed the sacred energy of the Naaru.
He even used stolen divine energy to impersonate a Paladin.
Unexpectedly, reality is just like the game, there are no big barriers between energy systems.
After feeling some emotion in his heart, Herard went to the chocobo cabin downstairs and woke up Xiaobai who was sleeping.
Since this guy got involved with the Tree of Life, he likes to sleep more and more.
If this continues, he will almost become a druid who loves to sleep.
Despite his tendency to sleep, Xiaobai's overall condition is getting better and better.
Its size is already larger than that of its kind.
Strength, agility and endurance are greatly improved, completely breaking through the limits of Chocobo.
Apart from not having any special magic skills, it is not much different from World of Warcraft.
Its running speed has reached an astonishing level!
Harad took it to the Tower of Sunfury, and extravagantly paid double the teleportation fee to teleport from Silvermoon City to Dalaran.
Then the fastest chocobo in Quel'Thalas showed people what it meant to be fast.
"What just passed by?"
"It seemed to be a white chocobo."
"Is the high elf's mount that fast?"
"Probably not."
"Maybe it was a special breed."
The farmers The white chocobo in question was currently running at a speed of more than two hundred kilometers per hour.
This speed is said to be running, but it is actually a bit inappropriate.
The running state of the white chocobo is closer to flying close to the ground.
Or light skills like flying on grass in martial arts novels.
If you give a white chocobo a pair of big wings, it can definitely fly!
Dalaran is located in the northwest corner of Hillsbrad Foothills.
Therefore, Herad just needs to keep his mount running to the southeast.
This continuous low hilly terrain is very suitable for chocobos to run here.
Herdsmen grazing their cattle below the hills will occasionally see a white chocobo flying over at low altitude.
The legend of the flying white chocobo was born from the sight of herdsmen.
Herard, who was traveling in a white chocobo, was not in the mood to experience the fun of low-altitude flying.
He was suffering from a nauseating addiction.
Addiction is a form of mental torture that can only be overcome with a strong will.
Many weak-willed high elf mages simply cannot leave Quel'Thalas.
Even though Dalaran's magic energy concentration was not low, they still couldn't adapt.
Herad was greatly affected by his addiction to magic, and he appeared to be sickly to the outside world.
In fact, he is still somewhat resistant to magic addiction.
It's pretty good to be able to behave like this!
Although he was very sick, Herad could still cast spells normally.
The white chocobo can glide between hills, mainly because he is blessed with the slow fall technique.
Otherwise, no matter how powerful this guy is, he still can't glide like a real bird.
The white chocobo, which ran and glided all the way, arrived at the high elf camp outside Nanhai Town in two hours.
Seeing the white chocobo flying over with flapping wings, the high elf rangers standing guard were all stunned.
The high elf rangers knew the chocobos well, and they couldn't believe what they were seeing.
"Uh, how come chocobos can fly?"
(End of chapter)