After flying away from the swamp, Lear’s mood gradually soared.
A long journey, over a thousand kiloters.
He still clearly rembered a few months ago, this stretch of road took him more than half a month.
After enduring all sorts of hardships and distress, he finally reached the swamp after a long trek.
But now, he could ignore most of the monsters in the wilderness.
No more traveling on foot!
Lear patted the Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King running in the sky underneath him, his lips curling upwards.
Six Great Demons with dark red wings guarded the surroundings, preventing any potential dangers.
The Bubble Beast floated at the rear with bubbles packed with armor.
A dozen staff from the White Crow Comrce Association were both astonished and uneasy as they looked down at the scenery from inside the bubbles.
For them, such a situation had only appeared in imagination.
Even with the bubbles, the flying speed wasn’t slow, maintaining a steady pace of hundreds of kiloters per hour.
And with the Magic Map, there was no fear of getting lost.
Lear did not want any unexpected incidents and proceeded according to the direction he ca from.
The chanical Flying Dragon soared ahead, clearing the path.
Its all-tal body shimred under the sunlight, giving an impact of coldness and strength.
Even though the Dragon’s Might did not burst out completely, the biological instinct emitted from it still frightened the monsters in the wilderness below.
Large groups fled in all directions.
Lear couldn’t be bothered with these wild creatures wasting ti.
The higher the tier of life, the rarer the quantity. Flying for over two hundred kiloters without encountering any life threatening their journey.
Three hours further into the flight, the chanical Flying Dragon suddenly let out a low roar and halted, its gaze fixed in a certain direction.
Lear sensed sothing was amiss and instinctively turned his head following the Dragon’s gaze.
At the horizon, streaks of lightning crossed mid-air.
Silver serpents danced wildly.
Even under the sun’s rays, they remained glaringly visible.
Within the lightning, figures bathed in thunder ca storming forward.
Chirp～
A clear call echoed across the sky.
A na suddenly popped into Lear’s mind... Level 13, Thunderstorm Bird!
This was the first powerful monster encountered upon entering the wilderness.
The intelligence system had given a hint.
At that ti, it seed like everything was covered by crows flying in, and these Level 13 creatures hunted the crows.
Those lightning bolts approached swiftly, seeming to want to pass through.
But at that mont, the chanical Flying Dragon cast a glance at them.
Its amber eyes turned cold, and Dragon’s Might dispersed.
The bird flock was suddenly startled and quickly dispersed in all directions...
Their speed was as fast as lightning, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
The whole process happened so quickly that even the people from the White Crow Comrce Association didn’t have ti to react.
Upon seeing this, Lear’s expression turned sowhat subtle.
Previously, he relied on burning Giant Dragon Dung to escape the disaster; unexpectedly, now Dragon’s Might was utilized...
But the difference was, the Dragon’s Might now was not emitted from Giant Dragon Dung, but from a Level 16 Flying Dragon!
Similar things, but the essence had changed.
The opposing flight speed was too fast; by the ti Lear returned to his senses, it was already out of sight.
Shaking his head, he continued the journey without further thought.
There were no more flying wild creatures encountered next; instead, several wild monster gathering spots appeared on the ground.
The most powerful among them was a Beastman Tribe, having even established a small city with over tens of thousands in numbers.
And the most formidable enemy encountered was discovered while skimming over a lake—a Level 19 twin-headed wilderness wolf.
It commanded a pack of over thirty Level 15 wolves, patrolling the lake’s edge.
Other beings sensed the Dragon’s Might, full of fear, yet this twin-headed wilderness wolf showed fierce murderous intent.
Not a hint of fear was visible in its eyes.
If it could fly, it might have already commanded its subordinates to attack directly.
Lear perceived the terrifying danger it emitted from mid-air.
Without stopping, he accelerated his departure from this lakeside.
Over five hours later, half of the journey had been completed, with 500 kiloters remaining to Lorand City.
This range had already entered the area patrolled by Lorand City’s military.
Lear, noticing the Bubble Beasts showing signs of fatigue, decided to find a temporary resting spot.
But just before descending, a tragic roar suddenly echoed from ahead.
Like the mournful cries of a beast severely wounded and dying.
Turning to look, he listened intently.
The roar sounded like an eagle’s call mingled with bird chirps, accompanied by the rumbling of thunder.
His gaze turned cold, Thunderstorm Bird?!
The sa flock encountered earlier?
Waving to continue letting the army fly onward.
About two kiloters later, a surprising scene unfolded before his eyes.
Over a hundred ferocious Level 13 Thunderstorm Birds encircled a group of unique creatures.
These had heads like falcons, strong lion-like bodies, and wings behind them spanning over ten ters.
Their amber eyes emitted sharp, arrow-like light, and their curved, iron-like talons and beaks could easily tear through a warrior’s heavy armor.
The rider on their backs wielded long Sky Riding Spears, exuding an unparalleled bravery.
Griffin!
It was Lorand City’s Griffin Legion!
Lear’s interest imdiately surged.
This Griffin Knight squad consisted of about four units, each now bearing injuries.
Looking quite miserable.
Thunderstorm Birds could unleash terrifying lightning when flying.
Capable of scorching everything!
The lightning struck the Griffins fiercely, enveloping both them and the knights on their backs.
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