Qin Song slowly came to the giant eagle. Although his figure seemed small, he inherited the feathers of the world. The two giant eagles were born with his body distorted, and they had a strong aura.

Huantong and Heiyi were raising their heads on the ground at the same time, lowering their bodies, and obediently stretching their heads over, one left and one right, rubbing Qin Song intimately.

As he reached out to touch their smooth and shiny feathers, Qin Song smiled with satisfaction. The feather crown on the Vajra's head became more and more handsome, standing upright with bright red, like a blood-colored flag.

Gently patting their cheeks, Qin Song turned around and pointed at the sky: "Fly, little guys, the sky belongs to your battlefield."

Huantong flapped her wings excitedly, moved her golden claws and turned around, facing the sky. Black wings followed its pace and stood side by side with Huantong.

In the anticipation of everyone's eyes, the two condors began to flap their wings...

However, after a while, they still flapped their wings, but their huge bodies remained motionless.

Joe was confused and scratched his head: "Are they both afraid?"

Veronica smiled and said, "Maybe it's the first time, I'm a little nervous."

"etc……"

Alice's mind flashed and reminded: "I remember Qin said that the larger the eagle, the greater the lift it needs. Therefore, they usually choose to build nests at high places, so that they can use gliding to solve the problem of taking off on the flat ground and insufficient lift."

Her speculation coincided with Qin Song. The size of these two eagles had long surpassed Ando's figure, and the latter still needed to glide on the cliff. Qin Song thought about it, came to the middle of them, stood with them on the towering city wall, facing the sky.

Then, he slowly spread his arms.

The two condors seemed to understand what he meant and learned to spread their wings.

Then, Qin Song jumped without fear, spread his invisible wings behind him, and began to glide in the sky.

Huantong hesitated for a few seconds, stretched his neck, and jumped. The huge size made it fall and sway for a short time, but the genes in the bloodline awakened and instinctively swelled its broad wings.

At this moment, an amazing scene happened.

As it slams its wings, a strong wind was generated out of thin air, and a series of whimpering sounds were made.

The colorful feathers reflected the sunlight, and the entire huge body suddenly flew up, soaring upwards, flying higher and higher, stretching their wings in the sky, and making loud cries.

Trepid~~~

Its cry inspired the fighting spirit of Black Wings. It flapped its wings on the spot, slowly spreading, and jumped down from the city wall.

The pitch-black feathers rustled in the wind, and the huge wings also whistled by the strong wind, carrying its body straight into the sky.

The two eagles were completely released, and the blood of the divine bird woke up.

They quickly mastered the flying skills, and kept hovering, singing, chasing each other, entangling each other, enjoying the joy of soaring in the endless sky.

"Success!"

Qiao's excited little face turned red, and it felt like he saw the child he had worked hard to raise, and he finally learned to walk, full of pride and pride.

"Yeah." Veronica touched her head: "There is no doubt that you have a credit for it."

Qiao Qiao put her hands on her hips, full of confidence: "That's not."

Alice couldn't help but chuckled, her eyes completing the cute crescent shape: "Our cute Joe is the chief breeder of the fortress."

Looking up, the blue sky, the eagle soaring posture was stretching, and the sun seemed to be radiating a passionate light. Qin Song did not disturb such a beautiful picture, and returned to the city wall lightly.

"Commander, it seems that they are already competent for bomb dropping!" Harald was more concerned about the changes they brought to the battle situation.

"Don't hurry, let them fly happily for a while."

After all, it was its first flight, and Qin Song planned to see how strong their durability is and how long they can last.

"By the way, Harald, I heard you have an old lover who brought your child to the fortress?"

Harald smiled, his face full of pride. Over the past period of time, his relationship with Moaila has been developing rapidly and has developed rapidly.

The reason is that in addition to his original feelings for Moaila, he also has a real appreciation.

Moaila is a blacksmith's daughter, but she has a straightforward personality, firm will, and has a rare responsibility. Harald, who is used to her military career, is no longer a young man who likes a beautiful girl with a delicate body and a soft waist. She can only control the wild and hot lady with a sense of accomplishment.

Of course, the most important thing is that Moaila is overbearing, her bed is hot and not clingy at all.

"Well, her name is Moaila, the daughter of a blacksmith. We have a son, seven months old, and Andy Canterbury."

"It's been seven months..."

Qin Song patted his shoulder: "Congratulations."

"Thank you." Harald blinked: "Commander, after my many tests, the bottom line of the Miller family needs to be understood."

Test? You are testing Mo'era's bottom line...

Qin Song complained in his heart and nodded, "Tell me, let me see."

"They are actually willing to cooperate with us, but the premise is to ensure the noble status of the Miller family. If, I mean, if one day, they will be able to counterattack Stia, they will still want to continue to occupy the corresponding territory and titles. Of course, in order to repay our kindness, their territory can be divided into pieces for us, including the entrusted people, taxes, military, etc., and they can all be let go."

"Their bottom line is a bit high."

Qin Song pondered, the Miller family's hereditary nobles, and the magicians in the family also played a major role in the association, and were unwilling to give up the interests in their hands, which was expected.

"This is just Sir Miller's bottom line. Commander, you know, the actual authority of the Miller family, in the hands of Slary, that is, Sir Miller's father, is the real person with the right to decide. And he is a magician, a magician with a decline in magic. His appeal should not be limited to power and money. Just..."

"Just what?"

Harald touched his nose with an inexplicable smile, and glanced at Alice in a strange way, lowered his voice: "Moèra is not capable of finding out the magician's bottom line. However, there is a good opportunity now, but the commander needs to take action himself."

Seeing his mysterious appearance, Qin Song was a little puzzled: "What opportunity?"

"Sir Miller's daughter, Slary Miller's granddaughter, Kalina Miller's intermediate magician of the Mages Association." Harald leaned closer and whispered: "Actually, this was a big joke, and I didn't take it as a serious matter. But Moella told me that Kalina Miller is a key figure in the Miller family, and she grasps the real bottom line."

"Karina Miller?"

"Yes." Harald nodded, briefly described the bet she made with platoon leader Booker, and then smiled and said, "Since she came to see me, she asked about your news indirectly. She was just hesitant, probably because of her face, and she didn't understand it. I..."

Harald glanced at Alice again, and saw her looking up at the condor intently, feeling a little relieved.

Kalina has indeed looked for him many times, and he also understood what Kalina meant. But he is not a fool, and he knows the relationship between Commander and Alice very well. If he promised Kalina, it would be like giving away a woman to Commander. If this matter is explained clearly, it would be fine. If it is not explained clearly, it may cause big trouble.

"Commander, why don't you take action yourself and try her bottom line?"

The maid who serves tea, water, and puts on the bed and folds the quilt. This feudal dregs - well, it's quite exciting...

As Qin Song's identity, it would be too easy to have a few maids to serve their living equipment, and even Alice would not object. After all, this is considered a noble privilege, and it is not an exaggeration.
Chapter completed!