Grand Arcanist of Azeroth

Chapter 44 The Flying White Chocobo

"Let go of me if you have the ability! This is a shameless sneak attack!"

Turalyon, who was lying on the ground, struggled hard, but couldn't shake the big metal hand behind him.

Seeing Turalyon being rubbed against the ground, Uther, who had the best relationship with him, persuaded him.

However, arcane scavengers possess extremely high intelligence.

Its judgment ability is very high, and it is impossible to easily let go of this energy gift package because of Uther's few kind words.

"Please don't make unreasonable obstructions, otherwise it will be regarded as provocation."

The mechanical and rigid warning from the arcane scavenger dispelled Uther's idea of ​​continuing to intercede.

Let this hot-headed guy calm down first.

Turalyon, who was abandoned by his friends, could only utter the roar of an incompetent.

"Let go of me! I want to fight you!"

As the holy energy in his body became less and less, his struggles and growls also became smaller and smaller.

When the last bit of holy energy was drained, the arcane scavenger thoughtfully carried him out of the camp.

Seeing that Turalyon couldn't even stand up, Uther hurriedly gave him a blessing of strength.

Supplemented by the holy energy of the Blessing of Power, Turalyon finally got rid of the soft-legged shrimp state.

He looked back at the big purple guy in the camp, and silently made a note of it in his heart.

"It was my carelessness just now, that's why I was successfully attacked by it. Next time, I must give it a good look!"

Regarding Turalyon's reluctance to recognize reality, Uther shook his head helplessly.

"Stay away from that big guy in the future, it's not something you can shake."

Hearing what Uther said, Turalyon was very unconvinced.

"How is that possible! That's just an arcane puppet."

Uther interrupted him rudely.

"No, this arcane golem is different! I've never seen an arcane golem so smart and flexible!"

Turalyon calmed down and thought about it carefully, and found that it was indeed what Uther said.

The big man's movements are very flexible.

And when attacking, it is very routine and has a strong purpose.

Once it falls into its routine, the successive attacks will be suffocating!

Thinking of that big man guarding himself against thieves, Turalyon felt very anxious.

"Then what should I do? It always likes to follow Ms. Alleria."

If you can't fight and can't fight, you can't go around and you can't get around. This is a dead end with no solution.

Uther said indifferently: "I don't think Ms. Aurelia has any interest in you, so why do you want to get close?"

This vernacular sentence was like a knife, piercing straight into Layan's heart.

But he still refused to give up his pursuit of the goddess.

For the next few days, the first-generation paladin would always trigger the arcane scavenger's attack mode, and then stage a cat-and-mouse game.

The original paladins and the original death knights were much the same.

They also haven't developed a decent proprietary skill set.

In addition to the strong offense and defense, all the skills are priest skills.

The original intention of Archbishop Faol to develop the powerful profession of paladin is very simple.

He just wanted to combine fighter and priest into one.

Priests can fight like fighters, or fighters can heal themselves while fighting.

Turalyon used to be a priest, and his melee combat was at the level of a rookie.

When encountering this arcane scavenger with one set of combat routines after another, he has no other possibility other than being caught up and rubbed on the ground.

As for the head-on confrontation with the arcane scavenger, Turalyon's three-legged cat fighting level will be defeated at a faster speed.

In fact, Uther, the most powerful among the first generation of paladins, has little chance of winning against the arcane scavenger.

The mithril armor infused with arcane energy, hit by ordinary weapons, can't even hit a white spot.

Once caught by the opponent's big metal hand, the battle is completely over!

Uther is the patron of the Holy Light, and his strength has completely crushed his peers since he was a child.

But no matter how strong his strength is, there is a limit, it is impossible to shake the arcane scavenger that weighs more than ten tons.

The only thing he could do was to silently watch Turalyon being punished, and then take this guy away with dignity.

Otherwise Arcane Scavenger doesn't mind getting a stronger Holy Light Cell.

When Herald learned about the feat of the arcane scavenger from Alleria, he realized that magic can absorb even holy energy.

The characteristic of absorbing magic that does not refuse energy is really against the sky!
The blood elves in the game have absorbed the holy energy of the naaru.

Even posing as a paladin with stolen holy energy.

Unexpectedly, the reality is the same as the game, there is not much barrier between energy systems.

After feeling a lot of emotion in his heart, Herald came downstairs to the chocobo hut and woke up Xiaobai who was sleeping.

Ever since this guy got in touch with the Tree of Life, he has become more and more fond of sleeping.

If it continues like this, it will almost become a Druid who loves to sleep.

Although there is a shortcoming of love to sleep, Xiaobai's overall condition is getting better and better.

Its size is larger than its peers.

The strength, agility, and endurance have been greatly improved, and it has completely broken through the limit of the chocobo.

Apart from not mastering special magical skills, it is not much different from Warcraft.

Its running speed has reached an astonishing level!

Herald brought it to the Tower of Sunfury, extravagantly paid double the teleportation fee, and teleported it from Silvermoon City to Dalaran.

Then the fastest chocobo of Quel'Thalas showed people what it means to be fast.

"What just passed?"

"Looks like a white chocobo."

"Are high elves' mounts that fast?"

"I think should not be."

"Maybe it's a special breed."

The white chocobo that the farmers were discussing was running at a speed of more than two hundred kilometers per hour.

This speed is said to be running, but it is actually a bit inconsistent.

The running state of the white chocobo is closer to flying close to the ground.

Or light skills such as flying on grass in martial arts novels.

If you put a pair of big wings on the white chocobo, it can definitely fly!
Dalaran is located in the northwest corner of the Hillsbrad Foothills.

So Herald only needs to keep his mount running southeast.

This continuous low hilly terrain is very suitable for chocobos to run here.

Herdsmen grazing under the hills occasionally see a white chocobo flying low.

The legend that the white chocobo can fly was born in the eyes of the herdsmen.

Herald, who was on his way in a white chocobo, was not in the mood to experience the fun of low-altitude flight at this time.

He was suffering from a disgusting addiction to magic.

Addiction is a kind of spiritual torture, which can only be overcome with tenacious will.

Many weak-willed high elf mages couldn't step out of Quel'Thalas at all.

Even Dalaran, where the concentration of magic energy is not low, they still can't adapt.

Herald was also affected by the magic addiction, and he appeared sick to the outside world.

In fact, he is still somewhat resistant to magic addiction.

It's pretty good to be able to behave like this!
Although ill, Herald can still cast spells normally.

The white chocobo can glide between the hills, mainly because he has blessed the slow fall technique.

Otherwise, no matter how powerful this guy is, he won't be able to glide like a real bird.

The white chocobo, which ran wildly and glided all the way, arrived at the high elf camp outside Nanhai Town in two hours.

Seeing the white chocobo flying over with flapping wings, all the high elf rangers standing guard were stunned.

High elf rangers knew chocobos well enough that they couldn't believe what they saw.

"Uh, how come chocobos can fly?"

(End of this chapter)