high castle elves

"This is...Mirsi's mother??" Alamir looked at the giant eagle covering the sky and couldn't help being shocked.

Divine, shocking, beautiful, he even wanted to use the word great to describe this magical and huge animal.

He finally understood why some Mimais giant eagles were worshiped as the incarnation of gods by some wild tribes, some goblins, kobolds, and even humans in the desert.

Because she is so beautiful...

Her huge wings covered the sky and the sun, and her claws seemed to be made of gold, with a creepy cold light flashing on them. When she flew across the sky, the clouds were her footnotes. The waving of her wings brought up the fierce mountain wind, and she His eyes were like huge gems, and his huge eagle's beak opened slightly, making a cry like thunder.

It was already evening at this time, and the moon had just risen. From Alamir's perspective, it seemed to be holding the moon in its mouth...

Then, he burst out laughing.

Because Milsi, who was filled with admiration and admiration, rushed towards his mother like an arrow, but was blown away by his Aunt Sephiroth's wings? ?

Cuckoo? ?Judging from the emotions coming from the animal companion's link, Milsi is in a bit of a daze now. It flaps its wings slowly and makes a cooing sound from its mouth, as if to say——

Did you hit me? ? ?

Milky never expected that when he saw his mother arriving, he flew over excitedly. He was about to tell his old mother how much he missed her, and when he was about to act coquettishly, he was suddenly slapped in the face. With one wing, it is certainly confused.

Next, a scene appeared that made Alamir laugh happily...

In the blue sky, Milsi's feathers were flying wildly, and the giant eagle named Sephiroth's sharp claws beat Milsi to the left and right, and the danger was everywhere.

Now it's your turn... Alamir suddenly thought of Mirsi, who had been laughing so hard these past few days while watching him being beaten that his wings were crooked with laughter. Now that his mother is here, she also Come to "train him".

With a happy mood like watching a neighbor's child being beaten, Alamir watched Milsi scream in the sky as he was beaten, feathers flying across the sky, flying to hide behind his Aunt Vesnaka, but he was Mom flapped her wings back.

Hahaha, Alamir looked at Mirsi who was getting worse and worse, and felt like a great revenge had been avenged.

"Want to go up and have a look?" A teasing voice appeared in Alamir's ear.

Ah?Seeing Vesnaka's subtle expression of looking forward to a good show, much like a parent who saw someone else's child failing in the exam at a parent-teacher conference, Alamir nodded inexplicably.

Crash - the huge wind blew the corners of Alamir's clothes, and Alamir couldn't help but jump back to avoid the sudden appearance of the beast - in front of him, another huge, snow-white Mimmess eagle Appeared..........

Coming up, the eagle's eyes like topaz blinked, showing loving eyes.

Mother? ?For some reason, this word suddenly appeared in Alamir's mind, so he jumped lightly, like a leaf, and landed gently on the back of the giant eagle transformed by Vesnaka.

Boom - A huge roar sounded in Alamir's ears. The giant eagle transformed by Vesnaka kicked hard on the ground, spread its huge wings, and rushed in like a sharp arrow. In the sky, the sound of the air being torn could be heard in Alamir's ears.

After rising to a high altitude, Alamir had to walk steadily, trying to stand firm on the back of the eagle, and then watched Milsi "get beaten".

He didn't want to be like a "child" holding his mother's neck, like Vesnaka carrying him.

Even if she is a giant eagle now, he doesn't want this.Alamir has a feeling recently that Vesnaka seems to be trying to make him recognize him as his "mother" through training, eating together and other "parent-child experiences"...

Although she was very cautious, Alamir, as a psion, was still sensitive to this tendency, so Alamir tried to avoid too much contact with her.

However, Alamir, who had been smiling happily just now, frowned at this moment. He tried his best to resist the strong resistance in the strong wind set off by Sephiroth's wings, and looked at Milsi's current miserable state: one of his claws was bloody and bloody. , there was a deep wound on his back, and one wing was slightly broken. If it weren't for the huge wind brought by Sephiroth, which formed a huge wind group around him, Milsi would have fallen.

A feeling of fear, helplessness and surprise came directly from the spiritual link.

Isn't it a bit too much... Although he understands that the education of beasts has always been cruel and unreasonable, but looking at Milsi's increasingly weakened life breath, Alamir wants to do it. The feeling of ordering something.

So he quietly reached into his magic pocket.

"You doted on this child too much. This is what he should experience..." Vesnaka's voice came from underneath him, "This is the inheritance of the Mimais Eagle, Mirsi Having noble blood shouldn’t be like this..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Alamir suddenly looked into a huge eye... Sephiroth on the other side suddenly turned his head, and then glanced in Alamir's direction.

Alamil's shadow was reflected in the huge pupils, and between the huge pupils, Alamil's head suddenly buzzed!

He saw it.

He saw a giant eagle soaring on the top of the mountain, how the strong wind blew through its wings, and the invisible forest below him, which looked like green waves. He also saw how the giant eagle crossed the sea, beat the waves, and was full of food. Fish and shrimp, the next second, how did this giant eagle fly across the desert, the blazing wind burning his wings, and how he used his lightning breath to fight against the blue dragon who also mastered the power of thunder and lightning.

inherited!Alamir suddenly had a sudden realization. Sephiroth seemed to have passed on something extraordinary to him. It was most likely the inherited memory of the Mimmy Eagle!

From the cold and huge eagle eyes, Alamir read the meaning of gratitude and slight blame, like an old aunt with a cold face and a warm heart.

Slowly, changes occurred around Alamir. His body no longer remained stable in the wind, and was swaying in the wind like a willow.

The wind around me is whistling briskly, telling the story of its unrestrained, cold and frivolous nature...

The mixed gray elf in the wind seemed to hear the singing of the wind.

From unfamiliarity to familiarity, from resistance to fusion, Alamir felt like he had transformed into the wind at this moment, and neither the high altitude nor the strong wind could harm him.

The high-altitude wind gently surrounded him, and Alamir levitated gently.

He finally understood why a creature like the giant dragon, the Mimmy Eagle, was so fast and could easily hover in the air.

Because they have mastered the secret of the wind, it can even be said that they are the friends of the wind!

The Fairy Secret Sword, the Poetry of the Wind!Alamir suddenly remembered the blood-stained long street in Schendarion...

Now, Alamir is also a friend of the wind.

Thank you, Aunt Sarofis... Alamir sent a spiritual message to the giant eagle on the opposite side.

The giant eagle made a cry that sounded like gold and stone clashing together, as if she was happy that Alamir had mastered the secret of the wind. Next, she looked back at Mirsi, as if seeing other people's children and then looking at her own bear. The child became more and more angry the more she looked at him, so she turned her head and continued to beat Milch cruelly and harder.

Haha... If Alamir was still a little worried that Milsi would be beaten, but now that he knows that Aunt Sephiroth has no ill intentions, Alamir just wants to cheer for this aunt. .

He is just a child, please don't let him go...

While thinking about it, Alamir's figure became more and more ethereal, as if he were moving like a ghost on Vesnaka's broad eagle back.

The wind was no longer his hindrance, but also his assistance. Alamir felt that he had gained a deeper understanding of the wind style of the Fairy Secret Sword.

Only when you are thousands of meters above the ground and truly feel the charm of the wind can you understand what the wind is...

Alamir knew that this was a gift and "thank you" from Aunt Sephiroth to him... Alamir was shaped like the wind, and he even had the illusion that he was the master of the wind.

Absolute cloud energy, carrying the blue sky, taking advantage of the righteousness of heaven and earth, and controlling the debate between the six qi... Alamir's figure becomes more and more ethereal and fast, and he actually feels like the etherealness of Liezi Fengxu Yufeng feeling and unreality.

The Taoist has an internal feeling when he observes nature. The Nine Yin True Qi in Alamir's body is spiraling and powerful, seeming to echo the surrounding sky wind. A series of cyclones appears under his feet. Every time he takes a step, a cyclone is left in place. The phantoms actually left as many as three phantoms.

Spiral Nine Shadows, improved again!

Alamir felt neither sadness nor joy in his heart, with a half-smiling smile on his face. His eyes seemed to be slightly closed, like a ghost. His real body and phantom body kept switching back and forth on the back of the giant eagle.

At this time, the moon rises, and the moonlight shines on the creatures in the sky. Below is the snow-capped Caldo Mountain, and further away, there is the flowing wine river and the endless deep forest valley. Looking at the giant eagle in front of you, Alami I couldn't help but think of a legendary creature called Kunpeng.

The Peng migrates to Nanming, the water hits three thousand miles, and the one that surges upward is ninety thousand miles... Looking at the huge eagle in front of him, Alamir couldn't help but sigh at the greatness and harmony of the Creator. magic.

Xiaoyao, Xiaoyao... Subconsciously, the famous poem called Xiaoyaoyou suddenly sounded in his mind.

I also remember the steps of the Ancient Tomb Sect's Dragnet Palm...

Slowly, Alamir's figure changed, and his steps became more and more mysterious. He took a breath with each step, and exhaled the breath with the next step. Slowly, his steps changed, according to the direction of hexagram 64. , after he finished stepping, he had returned to the starting point, several phantom bodies were mixed into one, his inner breath had also traveled for a week, and his true energy had become stronger.

Could this really be Lingbo Weibu? ?Looking at the set of steps that he had "explored", which contained the meaning of freedom and the 64 hexagrams, Alamir really suspected that this was the Lingbo Weibu that had lost its breathing method.

But this coordinated "breathing method", which Alamir discovered with the help of Feng, is not sure whether it is right or wrong, but judging from the trace of his newly added vitality, it is obviously harmless.

Although I don’t know if the Qing Kung of the Ancient Tomb Sect is really related to Li Qiu Shui of the Xiaoyao Sect, this set of steps uses dynamic movements to practice internal skills and is practiced at high altitude. Alamir decided to name it Biluo Step!

Looking at the bright moon in the sky, feeling the wind around him, and looking at the white snow, mountains and rivers under his feet, Alamir suddenly felt heroic in his chest, drew his sword and roared!

"My Ramil..." Vesnaka's voice came from Alamir's feet, with surprise in her voice, and then she called briskly to Sephiroth opposite. A sound that seems to be showing off? ? ?

Sephiroth over there turned his head and looked at Alamire suspiciously, and then the next second, he struck Milsi even harder!

There is no way, the child next door has improved again, and there is no teacher to teach him to improve. Then look at his "naughty child", and the other parent's seemingly unintentional "baby exposure", how can Sephiroth not be angry? ?

Alamir did not realize the "unity and friendship" between Vesnaka and Sarofis, a pair of "good friends". At this time, looking at the vast sky, an idea suddenly came to his heart.

So he tapped his toes lightly, and his whole body tumbled, as straight as a sharp sword, with his head down and his feet up.

At the same time, a heavy sword appeared in his hand, the tip of the sword pointed downwards, and it slashed straight down!

This is a sword technique that falls from the sky...

Air and wind are no longer obstacles, but assists!The acceleration of the wind, the pull of gravity, and the boost of the spiral Qi generated from behind the soles of Alamir's feet made Alamir slash straight to the ground like a small meteor!

Stab - the wind and sword energy arrived first, like sharp blades, cutting the big tree in front of Alamir in half. The huge wind pressure cut the remaining branches into pieces and flew in all directions.

Just when the long sword was about to reach the ground, Alamir released his hands from the hilt of the sword. At the same time, he flashed strangely and stood on the hilt of the sword. Then he pushed hard and pulled up strangely. .

This time, the epee accelerated again, turning into a dazzling light and shadow, and plunged straight into the ground!

Boom - The heavy sword with terrifying heat penetrated straight into the ground, shaking up the white snow in the sky. The heavy sword penetrated into the hard frozen soil, like a hot knife cutting through butter, and sank straight in, leaving only a handle.

Under Alamir's feet, with the epee tree as the center, a powerful heat appeared, and the surrounding land cracked. The next second, a huge pit appeared, spreading to the surrounding area of ​​[-] feet!

Alamir stood in the pit. The heavy sword tree took the place of the original big tree and was planted "deeply" in the ground.

At the same time, a long sword appeared in Alamir's hand, and with the force of the kick, Alamir was like a sword fairy walking in the air. The remaining wind elements turned into invisible and sharp wind blades through the fairy secret sword. , slashing straight into the distance.

The sword blade made of wind not only chopped the tree trunks and leaves, but also chopped the white snow and the rocks below it, and also chopped the moonlight.

The Secret Sword of the Fairy, the Poetry of the Wind, the second section, the chant of the blue falling wind!

Alamir fell on the huge sword hilt like a leaf. There was a huge pit under him, and in the distance were rocks and trees chopped up by the wind blade. The scene was a mess.

The mountain wind blew the corners of the elf's clothes, and the moonlight poured down from the top of his head. Under the reflection of the white snow, the sky and the earth showed an icy color. The three-headed eagle was flying in the sky. Thinking of the surging river in the distance, Alamir raised his hand. The long sword gently blew off the snowflakes on the sword. Looking at the bright moon in the sky, he slowly murmured:

"Awakening of a bright moon, it shines on my arms full of ice and snow, and the mighty mountains and rivers. The eagle has not yet risen from the clouds, but the sword energy has already crossed the autumn..."

Then, his vision suddenly went dark and he didn't know anything anymore.