After mastering the resurrection technique, they begged me to extend their lives.

For An Xiao's creations, the collapse of the sky could happen in an instant.

Everyone knows that the harpy leader, who can hold sway over this area, is definitely not someone who can be easily fooled.

But her impatient manner was just like that of a hungry bird that hadn't eaten delicacies in its life, completely contradicting her calm and composed demeanor in front of her subordinates just now.

"No, we can't just sit here and wait to die. We absolutely can't let the boss be swallowed up by her like this."

Inside the small tent below, Hela and the others huddled together, their hearts filled with anxiety.

They saw An Xiao being carried by Salo into the bird's nest in the very center of the mountain stronghold, her fate unknown.

"She wanted to eat it all herself, ignoring her other harpy subordinates, which shows how dictatorial and greedy she was."

Hino gripped his sword tightly, pondering that if he rushed out to fight the little eagles now, he could at most take down a few enemy soldiers.

As if sensing her thoughts, Hela shook her head and said:

"Sword Maiden, don't even think about it. With your current state and attributes, you're probably only a few levels stronger than me. You can take on Saro one-on-one, but if you're focused down by more than sixty harpies, you'll be reduced to ashes by fireballs in an instant."

"What can we do then? Just stand by and watch our master fall into misfortune?"

Hino was extremely anxious, and her fingers, which were gripping the sword sheath, were trembling slightly.

Airi glanced at her, then hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

It is only when something big happens that the subtle things that are not noticeable in ordinary times can be seen. Xinuo's concern for Anxiao has obviously gone beyond the ordinary relationship between creator and creator.

The current situation is that Salo won't kill An Xiao; at most, he'll leave behind his genes. But even that has already caused Xinuo unbearable pain, which speaks volumes.

"Airi, you're the smartest among us, do you have any good ideas? Time is of the essence."

Hino interrupted her thoughts.

She knew that, all along, whenever a problem arose, Her Highness the Princess could come up with a solution, which was far better than her own brute force approach.

"Let me think about it."

With the important matter at hand, Airi took a deep breath and pondered all the information related to the harpies.

He slowly began to speak: "We are currently on the lower level of the camp, while the chief's lair is at the highest point."

Judging from the sound of flapping wings, there are several small harpies guarding the outside. You and Miss Hela should be able to easily take care of this in a moment.

"Yes."

"According to the information, the harpy tribe is only skilled in fire and lightning elemental magic, which can be distinguished from their fur color."

"The blue-haired Saro knows lightning magic, while the brown-haired harpy witch only knows fireball. Neither of them knows ice magic or water magic like Miss Hela."

"you mean……"

Hela reacted immediately and looked outside.

Nests made of haystacks and dry grass are where the eagle-bodied people live.

The slope connecting here will surely carry the fireworks upwards with the help of the wind.

"Got it. Shall we take the plunge? Bet our lives."

If you win the bet, you can rescue your master and everything will be fine.

If I lose the bet, the worst that can happen is I die again, but this time, I might never wake up again.

Hino was clearly prepared.

Charging into battle is her forte.

But Hela sighed, a hint of helplessness on her face, "Being with you resurrected is really stressful."

As the only surviving "teammate" in the group, she was disregarded and had no choice but to stand up and firmly grasp her staff.

"Let him be buried with us. I have tinderboxes. I'll set the biggest nest outside on fire later. Once the fire gets bigger, even if Salo is already halfway down, he'll definitely be smoked down to check. Then we'll split up and figure out a way to rescue the boss."

"Thank you for your hard work, Miss Hela."

Airi nodded solemnly.

Immediately, he summoned Vita and the other creation beasts who were gathered together, and used the "creation channel" to send them some cross-species commands.

...

...

At the same time, in the mountain village.

"Such beautiful skin, such a fragrant male body."

"An Xiao, I haven't smelled this scent in so long, you make me feel so excited."

The harpy woman, Saroo Windcutter, was admiring the body of her "prey".

She was extremely interested in An Xiao's sickly physique, and felt a sense of pleasure in conquering her. She thought that she might greatly increase her attack speed and critical hit rate under such visual impact.

"Ms. Salo. You're so powerful, are you going to force yourself on me? If word gets out, your subordinates will think you only bully powerless people like me. Don't you think that's shameful?"

An Xiao's hands were bound and tied up, and her upper robe had already been removed, leaving only her close-fitting shorts as the last line of defense.

At this point, it was impossible not to be nervous. Looking at her fingernails, sharp enough to easily cut a throat, and the muscular thighs with bulging purple veins that looked like they could kill someone at any moment... An Xiao had no doubt that if she really activated her powers, it would be a question whether she could even hold out until dawn.

In times of crisis, we must never give up.

There's still a sliver of hope!

Just stay calm, stay calm.

"Haha, human, what are you still expecting?"

Saroo Windcutter was not angered by his words at all. On the contrary, she believed that it was the tribal chief's job to be the first to enjoy the most perfect prey.

"If anyone disagrees, let them challenge me. You just need to know that tonight, even if the sky falls, I will definitely enjoy your delicate little thing until there's not a trace left."

As she spoke, she gave a slight jerk of her right arm—

An Xiao was instantly frozen to her nest bed by a gust of evil wind, unable to move at all.

It seems to be her exclusive "Wind Binding Technique".

Gritting her teeth, feeling the biting wind particles binding her limbs like ropes, An Xiao silently counted down the days, still undergoing intense steaming:

"When Nivea brought me here, I overheard some of your men talking about how you only steal men and show off, and that you always send them on the front lines instead of facing the risks yourself."

"Huh? How could that be? Nivea has always been loyal to me, and there's absolutely no way she would gossip about me behind my back. An Xiao, if you keep talking nonsense, I'll first pull out your tongue, then cut off one of your fingers and seal it in a jar as a warning, understand?"

Saroo seemed somewhat annoyed; she disliked the idea of ​​her position within the tribe being shaken by any factor.

But to be honest, what I'm doing right now doesn't really take my subordinates into consideration.

I really did crave it.

Especially after meeting An Xiao in person.

"Ms. Salo. I'm giving you one last piece of advice. If you release me now, I can pretend nothing happened. I'll take my men and leave the stronghold directly, and we'll leave each other alone. But if you insist on doing what I'm about to do—"

An Xiao narrowed her eyes and gripped something she had been holding in her hand even tighter.

"I cannot guarantee that your sisters in your lair will survive until tomorrow."

Seeing that communication was ineffective, An Xiao decided to play her last trump card.

Are you threatening me?

Saroo seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world. He ripped off Saroo's underwear, licked his lips, and sneered:

"Do you know that the way you're struggling right now only excites me more?"

"."

The harpy woman seemed to have been blinded by desire.

Her eyes were burning with desire; she didn't believe that these mere humans and their companions could possibly have any tricks up their sleeves in this heavily guarded village.

"Ugh."

at this point.

An Xiao sighed helplessly.

In the coldest of voices, with sorrow:

"Man always disbelieves in things he has never seen before before his death. So be it, I didn't want to invite it here. You're the one forcing me."

That's all.

As the harpy's expression gradually hardened, he crushed a magnificent feather in his palm, which contained remnants of a rare mixed magic attribute of wind and thunder.

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