Final Lord

Chapter 61 Expedition Ceremony
"Ah..." Hearing that the king was unwilling to take them away, the four leaders looked very disappointed.

"I plan to take away 30 harpy hunters and 70 harpies," Wang Bufu said. "I will come back in two weeks and pick up more people."

"Of course, Lord. But what are you going to do with them?" Hera asked.

"Train and fight." Wang Bufu looked at Hera with interest and said, "Just fighting with living creatures is a dead end. Only by fighting monsters can you embark on the path of strength. Perhaps by the time they return, you will have a hundred leaders."

Hera asked in surprise, "You mean you want to train them all to level 3 in two weeks? How is that possible?"

"Why not?" Wang Bufu said with a smile, "Just wait and see. They're training, but you can't slack off either. In two weeks, as long as you reach level 9 and have the maximum experience, I'll help you advance to the Transcendent level."

"Extraordinary?" Hera was a little surprised: "We Harpies have Extraordinary advancement?"

"Of course there are. Not only that, but there are many different routes."

Heska was clearly unconvinced: "Lord Father, you haven't even reached the Transcendent level yourself, so why do you dare to ask us to advance to the Transcendent level? The boundary between the mortal and the Transcendent is not so easy to cross.

Besides, if we really reach the extraordinary level, who would be willing to be your subordinate?"

"Who said that since I haven't reached the Transcendent level, I can't help you advance to the Transcendent level?" Wang Bufu raised his head and said, "Martial force is important, but it is not the key to everything. Wisdom and experience are often more important than martial force.

You said Chaofan wouldn't be willing to be my subordinate? That's not certain."

"Weiyi!" Wang Bufu shouted loudly, "You can come out now."

"coming."

On the embankment, Wei Yi's longsword slashed through the haze. A blood-red flame swirled along the blade, crackling like lava erupting. She gripped the hilt with both hands and plunged the flaming sword upside down into the ground. Boiling flames instantly surged along the cracks in the rock, interweaving into two curtains of fire behind her.

The cavemen marched out in formation, their spears flashing coldly, their steps in unison. Though they were small in stature, the poison sacs on their chests made it clear at a glance that they were not to be trifled with.

Twenty-seven cat-sand beasts crouched in a wedge formation, their vertical pupils gleaming with a molten golden glow as the flames flickered, and low-pitched purring emanated from their throats. In the reflection of the firelight, the cat-sand beasts' shadows were stretched very long.

Wei Yi drew his sword and pointed it toward the sky. The stream of flames suddenly converged into a line of blazing white on the sword's spine, shooting straight into the sky!
"Extraordinary... this is impossible..." Hera's knuckles turned white. She saw with her own eyes the flames on Wei Yi's sword. It was undoubtedly an extraordinary level of power.

Heska's pupils shrank to the point of needles. When Weiyi raised her hand and pointed the flaming sword toward the sky, every feather on her wing bones screamed and trembled: it was an instinctive fear etched in her blood, like a fledgling looking up at the thundering phoenix piercing the clouds.

Wei Yi held the sword in her hand and walked step by step to the four leaders.

She raised her head and said proudly, "Flame Swordsman, Weiyi Gru, Human, Transcendent Level 1. Four leaders, thank you for taking care of my brother for the past three days.

There is no need for him to sleep with you. He is not old enough to need someone to sleep with him. Now, it is time to return him to us."

Heska shuddered, not daring to look Weiyi in the eye. She looked at Wang Bufu and asked in a trembling voice, "Is your sister extraordinary?"

Wang Bufu smiled slightly and said, "Weiyi is just one of my Transcendents. There is another Transcendent in my territory." "Two Transcendents..." Heska took a deep breath and said, "If you had shown your strength earlier, I wouldn't have dared to compete with you in a hunting competition. If you were to do a ghost jump off a cliff, our entire tribe of Harpies would have relocated."

"What's the use of me wanting Ghost Jumping Cliff? I want you." Wang Bufu patted Heska's wings, his eyes moving: "It's just extraordinary, nothing special. You will be one in the future, too, I said! Now, accompany me to choose the tribesmen who will leave with me."

"Ok!"

……

As dusk stained the harpies' feathers a rusty red, Wang Bufu's troops had already stopped at the eastern windward vent of Weeping Blood Rock. The one hundred harpies he had chosen to accompany him were all young harpies under the age of sixteen. Their individual combat abilities were relatively weak, making them dispensable to the harpy clan.

Hera plucked the longest gray feather from her left wing, held it in her beak and blew. At first, it was a single, intermittent note like a baby's night cry, but it gradually blended into the rhythm of the rushing dark river.

Heska's farewell dance begins with a dive blast. She soars and spins in the air, and the other two leaders fly around her, using the clashing of wing blades as a drumbeat. Their circling trajectories are dreamlike. This war dance represents the harpies' vow to follow her to the death.

When the last wisp of mist was blown away by the night wind, Heska and Hera landed at the end of Ghost Falls together and sang loudly.

"Soft wings split the sky,
The battle robe made of moonlight flutters lightly in the mist.

(Look!) They cross the fog bridge,
The trill of the feather harp is the horn of departure.

The down swirls into a nest, awaiting the return of the young owls.

There is no need to ask how many obstacles there are in the ghost jump.

If I see the setting sun dyeing my feathers into red gold,
That is the signpost for home."

Wang Bufu bowed to the harpies as a lord, got on the carriage, raised his hand, and shouted, "The night is perfect, let's set off and return to the Sunset Mountains!"

The moment the team launched, thirty second-level banshees simultaneously launched their [Whirling Dance]. They cut through the air, creating spiral waves of air. As the carriage curtains billowed, Wei Yi caught a glimpse of Hera burning some harpy feathers. Those feathers curled into gray butterflies amidst the farewell fireworks, chasing the carriage across the canyon.

Wei Yi lowered the curtain and asked curiously, "Brother Bu Fu, what are they doing?"

"Expedition Ritual." Wang Bufu said with a smile, "If the harpies are short of food, they will start a hunting expedition. Some harpies will leave the territory and go to other areas to find food.

They have to face not only the prey, but also the harsh natural environment and the powerful creatures in the local hunting area. The whole process is undoubtedly very dangerous."

"What if they can't hunt enough food?"

The king said lightly, "If they can hunt enough food, the food crisis will be alleviated. If they die, the number of harpies in the tribe will decrease, and the food crisis will also be alleviated."

"Hiss!" Wei Yi immediately understood the cruelty of this. No wonder the expedition ceremony was so grand; it turned out to be their final farewell. "That sounds so cruel."

(End of this chapter)