Chapter 770 Echo and Joel. Silvermoon
“Hiss hiss hiss hiss —————!”
The four-winged eagle let out a high-pitched, strange cry, probably not expecting the other party to take the initiative to come to its door.
It couldn't wait to open its bird's mouth, without dodging or letting go, and bit straight at Logia.
Then everyone saw this shocking scene!
Logia instantly transformed into a giant desert wolf, slapping the monster bird's face fiercely, the force of which was like a muffled thunder! The eagle's head was completely tilted to one side, and the hooked beak, which was originally enough to pick up an adult, instantly changed shape under this blow, and the front half even broke off, spinning and flying out.
At this time, it was too late for the mixed-breed to adjust its posture again, and the two giant beasts slammed into each other.
Logia spat out another mouthful of blood, but three of her feet firmly grabbed the opponent and refused to let go, and her sharp teeth also bit deeply into the evil beast's flesh.
Suddenly, there was more weight on its body, and the evil beast obviously realized that something was wrong, and desperately flapped its wings, trying to regain its height. But trying to carry a wolf girl of equal weight to fly undoubtedly greatly exceeded its ability, and no matter how it flapped its wings, the two giant beasts continued to fall.
“Andrea!” Ash shouted to her companion.
“Knowing that you have to rely on me to clean up,” Andrea threw the buqiang to Echo, and used running and jumping platforms, while summoning a magic longbow.
At this time, a wolf and a bird also fell heavily to the high platform.
A white light flashed, and the desert wolf pressing on the four-winged eagle suddenly disappeared without a trace. Ash knew that Logia had either exhausted her magic power or lost consciousness. But being able to do this, the victory or defeat has been decided. She directly stripped off the outer robe of a dead Sandfolk warrior and rushed towards the evil beast.
When she got closer, she noticed that there were many scattered wounds on the back and abdomen armor of the evil beast, some were abrasions, and some were small holes, which were covered with green mucus and wisps of blue blood. These wounds should have been left by the First Army, but none of them could cause fatal damage to the evil beast.
Ash found the Third Princess, who was motionless in the crack of the wings, and carried her down from the high platform.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the longbow in Andrea's hand had bloomed with a dazzling golden light.
The mixed-breed evil beast, which had not fallen lightly, shook its head, and staggered from the ground, but found that a golden sun seemed to light up beside it.
“Hey, where are you looking?” Andrea sneered, “Fly again.”
“Roar————!” At this time, it came back to its senses, panicked and opened its wings, trying to escape, but it was too late.
A cluster of unseeable bright light burst out from the magic bow, and the sound of thunder was injected into the body of the evil beast - in an instant, countless golden lights suddenly appeared from its body, like a scorching sun breaking out of its shell, and swallowed it in glory!
When the roar subsided, a circular opening several meters wide appeared in the center of the high platform, and only a small section of the burly four-winged eagle's torso lay on the edge of the opening, and minced meat was scattered everywhere like raindrops.
In this rain of flesh and blood, Andrea stood proudly, and the golden light flowing from the bowstring set off her long hair with dazzling brilliance.
“What are you still holding the longbow for? Are you wasting magic power?” Ash stood up from the platform in annoyance.
“Of course, it's to let the people here remember my powerful appearance... Ah, bah bah," she suddenly covered her mouth halfway through her speech, "It's all your fault for tempting me to speak, what should I do if minced meat falls into my mouth!"
Ash couldn't think of any other expression besides rolling her eyes.
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Chief Gulz of the Mad Flame Tribe took his daughter from Ash's hand with a heavy face, his shoulders trembling slightly, "Logia she..."
“She's still alive, but the situation is not optimistic. Even the best herbs can only delay death with this kind of injury,” Ash shrugged, “unless she can get treatment immediately.”
“You…have a way to cure her?”
“That's right, and she can get better as if she had been before the duel.”
Gulz widened his eyes in disbelief
, stared at the extraordinary witch for a long time before slowly opening his mouth, "Then... what is the price?"
“You will know soon,” Ash spread his hands, “But what I want to ask is, do you acknowledge the result of the Sacred Duel?”
“The Mad Flame is not an Iron Whip. We will not deny the victory in exchange for blood and honor. And…” Gulz sighed deeply, “At this point, no one can deny your clan leader's name anymore. If you don't believe me, listen…”
Of course Ash had already heard it.
Whether under the high platform or on the Scorching Fire Road, wherever there were people standing, they all shouted a name in unison.
“Osha! Osha! Osha!”
In this cheering crowd, Echo stepped onto the duel stage step by step.
“I am the clan leader of the Osha clan, Joel. Silvermoon, but I have another name, Release That Witch's Echo!” Her voice drowned out all the noise and clearly reached everyone's ears, “Since being framed by the Iron Whip clan, I have lost everything I owned. Not only were my clansmen exiled, but I was also sold into slavery, from Azurewater Port all the way to Graycastle King's City. There, I was fortunate enough to be rescued by a witch organization, and then I went to a small town in the Western Region, and my name was changed to Echo.”
She paused, and then said, "Compared to Joel. Silvermoon, I prefer this name - although I have gone through hardships, the happiness I have gained is much more than when I was in the desert. It was once an inconspicuous border town, but now it has become a prosperous and wealthy city. The changes during this period were mostly brought about by a lord, who is Roland. Wimbledon, His Majesty the King of Graycastle, and he ultimately changed my destiny!"
Ash was stunned, "This...doesn't seem to be the same as what we rehearsed before."
“Yeah,” Andrea chuckled, “But it should be what she wants to say most. Anyway, we just need to applaud her below.”
At first, Echo seemed a little nervous, but after talking about her experiences and interesting life in Neverwinter City, she became more and more smooth, "I know you all want me to say these things. After all, that is the territory of the Northerners. No matter how beautiful it is, it has nothing to do with us Sandfolk. That's right...maybe it was like this before, but now it has become different!"
“A sentence that His Majesty often says is that Neverwinter City does not ask about background. His city has ordinary people, witches, and even alien races from all over Graycastle! This is enough to prove his kindness and tolerance. Now he plans to rescue the Moge Sandfolk from this bloody and barren desert and bring new water sources and oases to everyone, just like he did when he helped the witches - I am here on the order of His Majesty Roland. Wimbledon, in the name of the clan leader, I will pass this message to everyone: He has decided to become the Great Chief of the Moge tribe, unify the entire desert, and regard all of us as his people!"