C69 Stupid
A magus of the fourth step?0
Everyone from the White Feather Tribe was stunned after hearing Qing You's self-introduction.
Since when did such a high-level mage appear in the cat people's camp? Weren't it very difficult for the Beastmen to awaken their magical aptitude?
At this moment, the people of the White Feather Tribe no longer thought about it.
In the same situation, a mage's attack was indeed more powerful, but in a situation where he didn't have anyone to protect him, it was hard to find a reasonable time to launch an attack.
When a mage took the initiative to challenge a warrior of the same rank, he basically begged the opponent to kill him in one blow.
This kind of behavior could be said to be extremely arrogant.
"Sure."
Although the warriors of the White Feather Tribe had their own glory, it didn't mean that they were pedantic idiots.
Since the opponent was courting death, giving him the opportunity to make a comeback, there was no need for the white-feathered warrior to refuse.
No one noticed that as soon as Quiet And Steadfast entered the arena, the cat assassin assassins were all looking at them with extreme sympathy.
However, at this moment, the White Feather clansmen were secretly rejoicing that they would soon be able to turn the tides, so no one noticed this detail.
The white-feathered warrior of the fourth step watched the quiet and peaceful scene in front of him, unable to conceal the smile on his face.
A warrior fighting a mage, the other side was simply giving it to him for free!
The wings on his back suddenly flapped, and at the same time, he took a step forward. The white-feathered warrior raised his spear and thrust towards the quiet and secluded area.
Just as he was about to defeat her in one move, he noticed that the harmless cat girl on the other side suddenly laughed. Following that, her body abruptly exploded into blazing flames.
When his weapon came into contact with the flame, it was actually burnt red and started to melt.
The white-feathered warrior was shocked. Just how high did the temperature of this flame need to be to melt the tip of that metal spear in such a short period of time?!
He hastily retreated to prevent himself from entering the flames together.
Seeing his entire body wrapped in flames, the white-feathered warrior felt a slight headache. Against such an opponent that was completely covered in flames, he didn't even know where to start.
However, the quiet and secluded Divine Wood Arena didn't make things difficult for him for long. A rain of fire fell from the sky, covering the entire Divine Wood Arena!
The white-feathered warrior was completely stupefied. Where the fuck am I supposed to hide?
Helpless, he could only flap his wings and fly out of the arena in a sorry state.
He wasn't the only one. The observing White Feather clansmen could only fly out. The cat assassins also hung from the treetops, waiting for the flames to extinguish.
She quietly stood in the middle of the sea of fire like a goddess of fire. The sea of fire that filled the sky slowly gathered around her before disappearing, as if it had never appeared before.
The White Feather clansmen floated in the air, staring dumbly at the scene occurring on the arena stage.
If they hadn't been convinced when they fought those cat assassins, then the move that had been used in the fight had left them in a state of shock.
At this moment, they were completely convinced that the Cat Clan really did have the human expedition army that had destroyed six to seven thousand people. The fact that the White Feather Tribe could go out as freely as before was all thanks to them clearing the Black Mountain Range of all threats.
The White Feathered clansmen slowly descended from the sky. They faced the quiet mountain, tightly folding their wings behind them. They slowly lowered their heads towards the quiet and secluded mountains.
Lili was overjoyed. This was the way the Feathered Race admitted to expressing themselves. Through her own strength, she had finally obtained the recognition of the White Feather Tribe!
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