The next morning, Meg got up at the crack of dawn. He knocked on the door of the magic potion shop next door, gave the key to the restaurant to Xixi, and asked her to take care of Amy and Anna for a day.
"Don't worry, Mr. Mak. Although my cooking isn't as good as yours, I won't starve the two little ones," Xixi said with a smile.
"Thank you," Meg thanked her and turned to leave.
This battle was unpredictable. Meg didn't want Amy and Anna to take such risks.
He also needed to be more focused on this war. Any mishap could cause them to fall into a state of eternal damnation.
"He's going out, leaving the two children at home. I wonder what he's going to do." Xixi looked at Meg's back and shook her head in confusion. She walked toward the restaurant. Her task today was to play with the two children. She had already told the boss yesterday.
Speaking of which, the boss said that he was going out today, but he didn't say where he was going. These people … were really mysterious.
…
"Boss, I've trained this bald eagle for many years. You must ensure its safety and bring it back for me," outside the city, an animal trainer handed a whip to Meg and said seriously.
"Don't worry. We'll be back after visiting relatives in the south. If we're fast, we'll return the bald eagle to you tonight. Besides, the deposit I paid is enough for you to buy two more bald eagles. What are you worried about?" Meg, who had put on a big beard and darkened his skin by a few degrees, now looked like a 40-year-old uncle.
Barbara, who was beside him, was wearing a gauze hat that covered her whole head. She looked like a child, and her face couldn't be seen.
"Okay." The animal trainer nodded. What he said was right. This person gave the deposit very straightforwardly.
Mag reached out to pat the bald eagle's head before jumping onto its back. Babla also leaped onto the eagle's back. The bald eagle flapped its wings and flew up into the sky, quickly disappearing into the southern horizon.
This bald eagle's wingspan was about seven meters. It was just enough for two people to sit on its back, but it was a little crowded. Barbara, who was sitting in front, was almost hugged by Meg.
"Aren't we going to the north? Why are we going south? "Barbara blushed, and tried to make her voice as cold as possible.
"We have to erase all traces of our participation in this war as much as possible, so we're going south for a few kilometers before turning around and going north around Chaos City," Meg explained. He tightened the reins, and let the bald eagle continue to climb up.
"How troublesome." Babla pursed her lips. She didn't think that was necessary. You Xi moved uncomfortably, but she realized that Mag had already wrapped his arms around her, and she couldn't move at all. She blushed even more when she felt Mag's warm breath right next to her ear.
Meg didn't want to take advantage of the little girl, but this bald eagle was considered the animal trainer's personal mount. There was only one seat in the front and back, and he usually brought his wife and children out to play, so the design of the seat was very family-like. Sitting in the back, he could only stretch his hands forward and grab the reins hanging around the bald eagle's neck. This way, he could just wrap his arms around the front seat.
After all, the bald eagle was only a 1st-tier magic beast. Its intelligence was basically zero. It couldn't be like Ah Zi, who could just give it directions and it could find it on its own.
If you didn't care about it, it could turn around and throw you from a few hundred meters high. Or if it saw a female bird halfway, it could cause you to deviate from the flight path to the Pacific Ocean.
In addition to its lack of intelligence, the bald eagle's lack of wind protection was also a big feature.
It was the twelfth lunar month of the winter, the coldest time of the year. It was white everywhere. The snow that fell a while ago hadn't melted yet. Sitting on the eagle's back, flying at a speed of more than 100km/h at an altitude of 500 meters and facing the cold wind head-on, was not a comfortable experience.
Barbara, who was still a little restless, soon lost consciousness from the cold. Her hair was already covered with white frost.
"I say, you let me sit in the front just to block the wind, right?" Barbara suddenly realized something. She turned around and looked at Meg bitterly.
"I want to, but you have to be able to block it," Meg looked down at Barbara, who only reached his chin, and said helplessly.
Barbara, who was despised for her height again, blushed and said seriously, "I … I will grow again!"
"Physiologically speaking, the growth rate of a girl's height will slow down or even stop after the age of 15, but the chest will continue to develop." Meg said calmly. He glanced at Barbara's chest that was completely out of proportion to her height. If it grew again, it would be a bit exaggerated.
"Bastard!" Feeling Meg's gaze, Barbara blushed. If they weren't in the air, she would have jumped up and kicked him.
"Pop."
Without waiting for Barbara to say anything, Meg put a helmet on Barbara's head. Then he pulled out a windproof thermal blanket from somewhere and wrapped it around Barbara's body. He wrapped his hands around her body, grabbed the reins, and began to turn the bird's head to the north.
Barbara was stunned. The cold wind was instantly blocked, and a warm feeling surrounded her body.
The helmet was surrounded by warm and comfortable fluff, but the front was transparent glass, so they could clearly see the outside.
The soft and warm blanket blocked the cold wind and brought warmth.
As for the back.
The hard chest was as hot as fire, even hotter than the blanket.
"Let's rest for a while. We may be facing a fierce battle today," Meg whispered in Barbara's ear as he put on his helmet. Safety first.
And far behind the bald eagle, a purple-striped griffin followed slowly in the sky.
…
The morning sun shone on the mountain peak, illuminating the dark caves.
In the abandoned mine, there were still traces of mining left behind. The continuous battles in the past half a month had also left new traces on the stone walls.
At this time, teams of elven soldiers wearing the same armor had already assembled. They lined up neatly at the foot of the mountain, ready to launch the final attack into the underground cave.
"Lord Borg, the guards have assembled. Should we launch the final attack?" a young general asked respectfully as he rode up to Borg, who was standing on the high platform.
"Let the army wait. The high priest came from afar and brought the most elite warriors. We can't take the credit for suppressing the bandits." Borg shook his head. He looked at the thousands of elves who had also assembled in the distance and sneered.
"High Priest, the army has assembled! Should we launch the attack? "an adjutant asked Helena respectfully.
Helena glanced at Borg, and a trace of disgust flashed across her eyes. She retracted her gaze and looked at the underground cave with countless mines. She waved her hand and said, "Attack! Destroy the rebels! Kill all those who resist! "
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