It was a huge rooster, one meter five, with fiery red feathers covering its whole body, its bright red comb shining in the sun, its wings fanned, golden flames rising from its wings and circulating on its wings, and a pair of small black eyes staring straight at McGonagall, as if hostile.

When McGonagall first saw it, she thought it was a cross between a rooster and an ostrich, presumably this was the legendary flamingo, and the living monster was still different from the chicken leg in the refrigerator, and the fiery breath came to her face.

I thought I was going to change places, but I didn't expect this guy to hide behind the rocks, and jump out by himself, McGonagall got up at the same time, protected Amy behind him, and took five or six steps back in succession.

"Wow, such a big rooster, should we eat it roasted or steamed?" Amy's eyes widened as she watched the flamingo swallow and swallow her saliva with little stars in her eyes.

"Goo!" The flamingo seemed to feel a great threat, and looked at Amy with some horror, although it was a small point, but there was a feeling that it could not be provoked.

"The yellow stew will be more delicious." McGonagall couldn't help but laugh, for snacks, Warcraft or something, it's really just ingredients.

"Xiaomi, you stand aside a little and wait for me to solve it." McGonagall handed the ugly duckling in the bag to Amy and told her earnestly.

"Well, come on, father, is the yellow braised chicken really delicious? Millet really wants to eat! Amy said expectantly holding the ugly duckling.

The ugly duckling just raised his eyelids and glanced at the flamingo, and then went on sleeping in Amy's arms, as if he couldn't lift himself at all.

"Whoa, whoa!" The flamingo craned his neck again, his voice was very impactful, and his eyes turned to staring at McGonagall, with a bit of contempt and provocation, his wings flapped a few times, and a ball of flame rose and condensed in his wings, as if he was brewing some big move.

"Huh? This is the sound of a flamingo, right? Could it be that someone on the western slope found a flamingo? At the foot of the mountain, many people looked at the western slope with some surprise, generally speaking, there are few magical beasts on the western slope.

"I remember a little white-faced man carrying a little girl up the mountain just now, right? Did they meet me? ”

"That's terrible, the flamingo's combat power is also considered to be in the middle of the first-level demonic beasts, especially the flame, if ordinary people are burned, I'm afraid they will turn into charcoal!"

"That man is too unreliable, does he want to take the little girl to the hot springs? It's dangerous! ”

Many people counted and sorted out the loot at the exit of Thorn Ridge, and it would be a lot of discussion to see McGonagall carrying Amy up the mountain before.

For a seasoned mercenary, a flamingo is naturally nothing, but for a rookie mercenary, a flamingo is enough for them to scratch their scalps and even take their lives.

However, life and death are already a bit commonplace for them, and they may be a pity, but if they want to run up the mountain to confirm the safety of two strangers, they don't have the leisure to do so.

"You mean a man dressed in gray carrying a little girl in a mage's robe up the mountain?" Guy happened to be riding by, he went to pick up a few other missions later, his level can take on several tasks at the same time, if he is lucky, he may be able to complete several tasks in a day, he couldn't help but stop and ask when he heard their conversation.

"That's right, it's not many levels up, and the cry of the flamingo is heard from the top, and I don't know which guy can beat it." A middle-aged mercenary on the side nodded.

"Flamingo! Worst! Guy looked a little anxious, turned over and dismounted, tied the reins of his horse to a nearby tree, and ran up the hill with a long black javelin and a bow and arrows.

The half-elf girl was very cute, and his little granddaughter was about the same age as her, and when she wasn't doing tasks, she pestered him to play games at home every day.

His son is also a mercenary, but he has never thought of bringing his little daughter to this valley of thorns to play, this is the age when he should go to school, isn't this blind with a child, the rooster can still be heard, I hope I can arrive in time, and the pace sped up a little.

……

McGonagall looked at the flamingo standing on the big rock, and took a few steps to the left with the sword, this was the first time he faced the monster, but holding the long sword, there was no fear in his heart, but a little ...... Excited?

Right!

It's the feeling of excitement, the speed of the heart beating faster, and the blood in the body speeding up, but it's definitely not because of fear.

It's the body that is eager to fight, a hearty battle that has not been seen for a long time.

"I've really wronged you." McGonagall glanced at her hand and said silently in her heart, such a body that has almost reached the limit of human beings, but in the past three years, it has not even been able to lift a sword, and this is probably how it feels when Mingzhu is covered in dust.

And now, as if he was unlocking the seal on his body, he had opened the first seal, regained his grip on the sword, and could fight again.

A sense of battle spirit rose from the bottom of his heart, a strange and familiar feeling, the past battle scenes flashed in his mind, and those were the most valuable combat experiences.

"Oh!"

The flamingo let out a sharp chirp, and with a flap of its wings, six fireballs condensed on its wings suddenly flew towards McGonagall, apparently ready to burn McGonagall to death.

The basketball-sized fireball flew in, and the temperature rose a lot, this is the flamingo's innate ability blaze ball, if you can't avoid it, even the knight's armor will be burned, which is also the reason why the flamingo can squeeze into the middle and upper level in the first-level Warcraft.

"If it's just that way, it's not enough." The corners of McGonagall's mouth were raised, her legs were slightly bent, and her steps moved slightly, and her body was already easily three meters away.

Six whirling fireballs slammed into the ground where McGonagall had been standing, blasting a deep crater that melted the dirt and stones on the edges.

"Father is so good, come on! Come on! Amy clapped her little hands and exclaimed happily.

The flamingo also looked a little annoyed when the blow missed, but this flame ball was obviously not able to be released indefinitely, so it flapped its wings and flew directly, swooping towards McGonagall like an eagle, a pair of sharp claws glowing with cold light, it seemed that it was planning to attack McGonagall directly with its body.

McGonagall narrowed her eyes slightly, the flamingo had a wingspan of more than two meters, its legs were powerful, and its black claws were like black sharp knives.

Macgonagall's bones are harder than anyone else's, and ordinary kitchen knives can't cut even the blade, such claws can easily scratch through knights' armor and crush people's heads.

McGonagall stood still, then swung her sword forward.