✓ Operating log of the Tavern of the Dead

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The giant eagle flapped its wings, roared and swooped, and set off a foul-smelling gale. It tore the scarlet hunter's body apart and pounced on its new prey.

Elovol lowered her body and swayed a few times in the wind, but failed to grasp the ground, and a bone was blown over. Susie's eyes were quick, and she immediately stepped forward and took half a step to get the kitten back, and the wind was so fierce that before she could stand firmly, she was pressed down by Raphael's shoulder.

The Death Knight snorted, spun the rapier in his hand, and slashed the eagle's wings away.

The slender sword body suddenly bloomed with a dazzling white light, and the eagle was threatened, and suddenly stopped the momentum of the hunt, narrowly pulling away, still swept away by the afterglow, and was cut off half of its claws.

The viscous liquid splattered everywhere, emitting an acidic stench.

The pain of the undead is thin, and it is difficult to truly "die" unless the soul fire is completely destroyed.

Enraged by the injury, the eagle shook its wings in midair, the hurricane whistling with quenched arrow feathers, then ignited by pale flames, its blade splitting through the wind, and the Death Knight leaped into the air, leaping high in the air and drawing a cold arc of light.

The corrosive blood burned before it hit the ground, and a neat wound was torn open from the bird's chest to the left wing, revealing a miserable white skeleton, and a soul fire could be faintly seen beating under the chest.

The eagle was forced to rise again, and it hesitated in the air, arguing with itself.

It has two heads, which means that it has a wider field of vision and quicker thinking when hunting, but at this point, the more cowardly head is recoiling, while the other head is still angry. They disagreed, staggered around the air twice, and quarreled loudly.

The one with a radical temperament also pecked the other head twice with hatred.

Susie:......

Ah, what is this, I beat myself?

At this moment, the ground suddenly began to tremble slightly.

The tremor was strong enough to be perceived, and a long, hoarse whistle rang out from the back of the tavern. The shadows of the trees swayed, and then a pair of jet-black bone wings spread out behind the tavern, and it swaggered wide to reveal sharp bone spurs, and then forgot the shock both heavily and slowly.

Waves of air rolled up in smoke and dust.

The huge body slowly broke free from the rolling noise and jumped up.

- It's a dragon.

This is perhaps the most recognizable creature of any fantasy-related world.

It has a sleek body, wings that roll up a storm, and a powerful tail that is powerful enough to crush even the hardest rocks.

Susie raised her head, looking at the arrogant figure soaring in the air, remembering the Nord traveler in the Elder Scrolls, standing alone on the snowy mountain in the silent night, the fire spirit beside her turned in a circle and slowly extinguished, at this time the dragon shadow passed through the sky, both lonely and romantic.

The eagle finally came to a consensus that it was important to escape, and it turned around, but the dragon was even more swift than it, catching up with it from behind, and its claws hooked the eagle's wings, tearing through a piece of paper like a young child, and a piece of wings nearly two meters was torn off and thrown to the ground.

The battered eagle roared, flapping its remaining wings and spreading its claws in an attempt to fight back. But leaving only a few pale white scratches on the dragon's pitch-black bones, the dragon grabbed the eagle's sternum directly, opened its mouth to bite off half of its head, and hovered in the air like a majestic roar, letting out a whirring laugh.