When Maisie joined the war with the Nightingers, the situation was instantly reversed.

The devil roared in anger, forced to give up chasing the flexible lightning, one tumbling and swooping down and rushing straight toward Maisie.The arm, which had not yet fully recovered, raised its spear again, and quickly widened, cracked in the path on the epidermis, and the blood mist spewing out.

This time, the shot was still very heavy, but the spear thrown was no longer the original power, at least the nightingale could capture the trajectory of the spear pole.

“Missie!”She patted the beast below her body, then unfolded the fog and took a step forward.

“Hmm – howl!”At the same time, the shape of the Maisie was rapidly reduced and once again became a pigeon.

The huge goal suddenly disappeared, and the spear flew between the two men with a whistling sound and fell to the sea.

And the next moment, the nightingale, which appeared from the fog, returned to the evil animalized Maisie's back, and the whole dodge flowed water.

The devil let out a painful howl, only to see its arm began to shrink inward, and finally broke down, like a dehydrated branch.But its left hand is still clenched the reins, maneuvering the mount straight into the two people, looking at the position seems to want to be exhausted.

Maisie obviously would not be like it, as it was about to collide, when she suddenly sank and passed by the enemy.When the balance is restored, the nightinge on its back has disappeared.

The latter appeared like a ghost behind the devil.

The enemy is busy trying to untie the ropes of the fixed body, and the nightingale will naturally not give the other person this opportunity.

She pulled the trigger like an angry, and the gunshots continued to rang out.

This round of shooting not only broke through the carapace behind the devil, but also ran through its chest.The enemy made a series of hoarse chokes, which soon fell into the blood mist.

In the end, the evil beast that lost its master was also killed by lightning, fell into the sea, and soon disappeared.

The plane slowly landed on the coast.

“What should I do next?”The Nightinger looked anxiously at Anna, and at such a time only she could remain calm.

“It took so long for a hot air balloon to reach the town at midnight, even if you were flying at night,” Anna said word for word. “Her Highness Roland must be carried by lightning and Maisie, and he will start first.”

“No problem!”The huge head of the beast opened the mouth of the blood basin on the side.

"I'm not going to give it to you."The little girl's look a little low, probably feeling that she was an explorer, but she was afraid of fighting the enemy, which caused everyone to be in trouble.

The Nightinge touched her head, "No one is good at this, it's not your fault."

The witches tied the unconscious Prince to Maisie's back, and the broken hands were carried by lightning, and the two soon vacated and flew down the Redwater River toward the town.

“What about us?”Wendy asked, "I don't have much magic left."

“Keep flying, how far you can fly.The enemy may send a second team to search, too close to the snow-capped mountains, and we must leave as soon as possible.”Anna said, "When the safe zone is over, we'll find a hidden place to camp."

Her decision was unanimously approved by the remaining witches.

The telescopic number rose again, and there were only five people left in the hanging basket.

“How did the devil find us?”Soroa puzzled, “The hot air balloons and baskets are painted with sky camouflage, and it is difficult to distinguish when using a lookout mirror at a height of more than two thousand meters.”

"A great devil," Hilvi's eyebrows pressed, "is crouching at the top of a black spire with a head larger than his body, and with countless eyes on it.I just looked at it... and its eyes came to me.Then hundreds of demons poured out underground, and the whole area seemed to be boiling.”

“Is there such a monster?”Sorrowa took a cold breath.

"More than that, the two flying mounts are also very strange," said Anna Si; "the blood that comes out of their guns is not black as ink, but as dark as blue - which is completely different from the mixed evil beast encountered by the demonic moon."

"It's like the devil," added Soroa, "the first demon I saw the nightingale shoot was blue blood."

“Are they not evil beasts?”Hilvy asked.

"I don't know... but it's great that Macy can be like them," Wendy lamented, "if she hadn't saved the Nightingale, we'd be in danger."

"She has evolved," said the silent Nightingale, suddenly, "and I saw that the magic in her body was no longer a rotating cyclone, but a fixed-looking pair of unfolded white wings."

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The lightning held the arm of His Highness, and felt guilty in his heart.

The devil is just like a treacherous, and is not strong enough in the air to cope, and if she can leave the hanging basket at the beginning and go to the enemy, His Highness will not be seriously injured.

Standing up to protect the companion is an explorer's duty, when exploring the fjord, any danger is thunder and death, with everyone breaking through one difficulty after another, whether it is against the sea thieves or against the deep sea behemoths, he did not retreat.

For the first time, the lightning realized that it was still far from the outstanding explorer.

However, the father also mentioned that fear can be disintegrated through cognition and familiarity, and skills can be mastered by repeated training.

She made up her mind, and when Her Highness was wounded, she begged him to give him a special pistol, and asked her Nightingale to teach herself the skills of shooting and fighting.

“How is your Highness?”Macy's muttered, compared with the sound of the pigeon, when her voice was staggered, like the wind blowing out of a stone cave, "I felt his body getting cold."

The little girl tightened her fist and turned and flew to Maisie's back.

I saw Roland's eyes closed, his lips pale, with the messy gray hair, and even more lifeless.The blood on the clothes had been frozen, and the black wounds looked terrible.She put her hand gently on the other's neck, and the faint throbbing proved that the prince was still alive, but the touch of her fingertips was so cold and frightened.

“How much magic is there?”The lightning estimated the next journey, "We have to go at full speed."

“All right!”

When the two arrived in the border town, the little girl already felt dizzy, too high speed will not only quickly exhaust the magic, but also a great burden on the body.She gritted her teeth, and with her last strength, she fell directly into the vestibbery of the castle, shouting at the guard who heard the movement and coming with the gun, "Call Miss Nanawa, your Royal Highness the Prince is injured!"(Unfinished.