Chapter 70: The Pursuit II (10)
The arrow that leaves his bow would never lose its strength until it reached the target. It was only natural because it was surrounded by an intentional air current.
About 30 seconds passed and then…
Plop-!
A magical beast covered in black feathers dropped in front of the Louvremont army with Azar’s arrow struck across its throat.
It was a bird-type magical beast, Darcrow, and was size of a three-to-four-year-old child.
His subordinates were startled after they found out it was no ordinary bird.
The man who passed Azar his bow hastily approached the magical beast to check it.
“Hey, boss! Look at this.”
On the Darcrow’s ankle was a small, rolled up parchment.
A magical beast was being used as a messenger bird. Everyone who was decently knowledgeable knew what this entailed.
The only kind of people who could tame a violent magical beast such as this one in the Empire were ‘dark’ elementalists.
