Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 248 Stupid Bird
Since it's a rapid-fire crossbow, its rate of fire is naturally exceptional. In just nine seconds of spell duration, four arrows were fired, slaying two enemy birds.
— feathers.

Even with the aid of magic, hitting a moving target while in flight is by no means an easy task under such high-speed maneuvering conditions.

The rest of the Despair Birds? That's all!
The female elf beside her breathed a sigh of relief but didn't finish them off. In just a short while, the remaining four truly frightened birds had already scattered and fled, disappearing into the vast sky.

As the saying goes, even a passing goose will be plucked; how could Master Zhang possibly let go of this spoils of war for nothing?
Even if we can't pluck a single feather, we should at least leave the wild goose behind!
The others may have run away, but the leader, the Despair Bird, cannot be wasted.

Just as the leader was hit by two arrows and fell headfirst, the Necromancer Dragon, whose cooldown had ended, instantly summoned a gargoyle, which swooped down in the direction it had fallen.

Before long, the gargoyle returned to the mage's side carrying the Despair-Headed Bird, which was not much smaller than itself, and threw the feathered beast onto the cloud.

Looking at this bird up close, it's plump and chubby, with glossy feathers. It looks quite healthy and delicious, and surprisingly, it's still alive!

It must have been thanks to the effect of the illusion spell that neither arrow struck a vital spot.

Tsk, quite tenacious. Zhang Yuan extended his right hand, curling his fingers to give the other a friendly flick on the head, but unexpectedly, this thieving bird didn't appreciate it. Instead of happily and peacefully taking the opportunity to lay down its burdens from its previous life, it started begging for mercy:
"My esteemed mage, my noble mage, please don't kill me! I still have a use for you, I have important news!"

It was just bad luck for it; it was so focused on running away that it ran into this tough nut to crack.

Look at this group of dragons. Although they look a bit strange and don't have the important characteristic of dragon might, they should only be sub-dragon species. But this is already going too far, not to mention the mage who is obviously the leader.

"Oh? Then tell me, how dare you attack us? And what important information do you have?" Zhang Yuan, who found a talking bird quite interesting, didn't mind playing around with it.

"My lord, you can just call me Doflamingo." Seeing that he seemed to have a chance to escape, the fat bird perked up again and shamelessly nuzzled his head against the mage's palm.

"Injustice, sir!" Doflamingo flapped his wings frantically, crying out his innocence: "How dare I! We were fleeing for our lives! Behind us, behind us, there was a black dragon!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Canaan group's expressions changed drastically. Only the mage remained calm and immediately activated his ability to ride the mist.

As the cloud's inherent ability unfolded, a thick fog formed a closed spherical dome, enveloping the entire dragon chariot and the dragon pieces pulling it.

The dragons were barely visible in the mist, so visibility must have been extremely poor. But Zhang Yuan had the liveness map, so he just flew straight ahead.

There was no fog on the clouds where everyone was, so the silly bird could clearly see the undisguised killing intent on Zhang Yuan's face, which had turned completely black.

"Master, spare us! Master, spare us!" Doflamingo was practically lying on the ground. "We were just scared out of our wits that we were flying around like that."

"And sir, although that young black dragon is powerful, he is no match for you and all the dragons under your command! Think about it, this is a dragon, and its body is full of good materials." The thief bird tried its best to persuade and entice.

Zhang Yuan didn't respond, just stood there with his arms crossed, coldly watching the talkative thief. The thief felt incredibly guilty, and beads of sweat appeared on his already shiny head, making it look even shinier.

A young black dragon was within his capabilities, but fighting a real dragon in the air was risky, and whether it was worth it was another question.

Besides, I'd heard that there's more than one black dragon in the Swamp of the Dead. If we kill the smaller one and the older one comes along, that wouldn't be good. Right now, our priority is to get on our way; we don't have time to play the game of eliminating the root of the problem.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuan glared at the troublemaker who had brought him this trouble, while Kaigen, without saying a word, picked up an axe. "This stupid bird is quite plump, let's chop it up and make some old duck soup. It's cold outside, so it'll be good for us to nourish ourselves."

“You black bastard, no, Kegan, it was unintentional. In a sense, it even gave us a warning,” the mage said kindly, making the short guy next to him think he had seen a ghost.

Terrified by Kegan's words, Doflamingo, whose hair stood on end, desperately huddled close to Zhang Yuan as if he had grasped at a straw.

The mage gestured to Talinda to pull the arrows out of the thief bird. Without bandaging it, he simply had the Winter Wyvern cast an extreme cold embrace on it, luxuriously healing its wounds.

Seeing that the thieving bird still had the tendency to be shameless, Master Zhang spoke up: "My dwarf teammate is not hungry 'now'. While he can still walk, let's hurry up and go."

After saying that, he took out his favorite dried fish from his pocket and gave one to the other person.

The thief bird, its long beak opening and closing several times, ultimately said nothing. After glancing at the mage, it turned and flew towards the wall of mist, disappearing as soon as it plunged inside.

"Boss, are you just going to let this hairy beast go like that?" Kegan, who had witnessed his captain's methods and style, couldn't understand it at all.

“Even if we kill it, we’ll only get some raw materials. But if we let it go, it might attract the attention of that black dragon and save us trouble.” Zhang Yuan chuckled. “A fat bird and a cloud of mist, hmph.”

Several teammates nearby were sweating profusely; their leader was still the same leader.

However, things did not go according to human will. Before five minutes had passed, a naked, bald chicken broke through the clouds from the left side of the dragon carriage and crashed headfirst into the clouds.

Upon closer inspection, it was none other than Doflamingo.

Only its
"Help! Help! Help!" came the familiar voice of a legendary professional player from the thief bird's beak.

You think you can just save me like that? Do you think you're some kind of arrogant dragon? Or some fathead fish?

The reason why this thieving bird fled back in such a panic is obvious: the black dragon must have attacked.

What a troublemaker.

Before they could figure out what to do with the hairy beast in front of them, a hoarse roar rang out from not far away, and the fog wall on the left side of the dragon chariot churned like boiling water, suddenly bulging out a large bulge!
The cloud burst open, and a ferocious dragon head emerged, accompanied by wisps of mist.

His face, gaunt and skeletal, resembling a skeletal python, had two triangular eyes that looked as if tiger's eye stones had been pressed into their sockets, giving him a vicious look.

A gaping maw covered with dagger-like fangs, its scarlet tongue sticking out like a snake's long, thin forked tongue, swishing around in all directions, dripping with mucus.

Unlike other dragons, its two long horns on its head do not point backward or upward, but rather straight forward, somewhat resembling the horns of a bull in a bullfight.

All these characteristics made the identity of the newcomer all too clear—Black Dragon!
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