The fierce wind assaults the face
On over a dozen giant eagles, there are both human Spiritualists and native Elf Warriors of the Golden Oak Tribe, with a clear division between them. It seems the elves are not keen on getting too close to humans.
Qin Tian kneels halfway, gripping a feather with one hand to keep his body stable, eyes fixed forward. With his exceptional eyesight, he has already spotted the distant black dots flying in.
"Be careful, the Blackened Giant Eagles are coming."
Alon loudly warns, and as soon as he finishes his words, all the elves present grab their longbows, ready to release arrows at any moment.
Yah~~~
Soon, a large group of black eagles appears in everyone's field of vision. Their size is almost the same as the giant eagles beneath them, but their feathers are jet-black, with blood streaks swelling in their supposed sharp eagle eyes, filled with cruelty and ferocity.
Twang~~~
