The correct way to open the elf

Chapter 480 Bi Fei
God bless them, these feathered people can recognize almost all of their own clansmen. Even if they can't remember some of their names, they can still recognize their faces.

But here, they realized that there are so many intelligent lives in the world that can communicate.

This world is the truly complete world, with the sun, moon, stars, wind, rain and sunshine. It is called the main material world.

And their home, in the eyes of these intelligent beings in the main material world, is an incomplete fragment of the world that is incomplete and will slowly disappear, that is, a plane.

For a moment, Shirley and another member of the Feather Clan could not believe this news.

However, when the plane barrier on the edge of the underworld, which was on the verge of collapse, appeared before them, they could no longer find any reason to refute.

The elves arranged by Illya used cameras to help them record the scenes of Cattail City and photos of the underworld.

The appearance of the Feather Tribe in Cattail City naturally caused a lot of commotion. After all, the pair of wings of the Feather Tribe alone was enough to satisfy the curiosity of the intelligent creatures in Grion. If they were on Earth, the people in the West would have knelt down long ago.

Humans had a trading port in Cattail City, so they naturally heard about this and reported it back to their respective empires.

When Cromwell came to Cattail City again, Shirley and her fellow tribesmen had already boarded the train to the heavenly plane.

These Feathered Tribes who use flying as a daily means of travel are different from ordinary Gryn natives in that they have opposite levels of interest in airplanes and trains as two means of transportation.

Compared to airplanes flying in the sky, they prefer trains and cars running on the ground.

Weizhi told Cromwell that the winged race had left and returned to the Gate of Heaven, so Cromwell set off and flew to the location of the Gate of Heaven.

The old Saint Mage was a little disappointed. He couldn't come up with an effective solution to the plane war on the human side, but Cattail City didn't need him at all.

Sometimes Cromwell sincerely felt that he, as a Saint Mage, might be the most cowardly Saint Mage in the history of Grion.

As Cromwell approached the Celestial Gate in mid-air, he heard shrill alarms ringing in the camp near the Celestial Gate.

At first, Cromwell thought he was under enemy attack, but when he lowered his altitude, he discovered that all the weapons on the high platform of the fort outside the Gate of Heaven were aimed at him in mid-air.

But before he could do anything, the alarm sound disappeared and the weapons lowered their black barrels.

Feng Yu walked out of the room, shielding his hands from the sun and looking up: "What's going on?"

"Reporting to the command, the radar just showed an unidentified flying unit approaching. It is the Cromwell Fazal. The alarm is lifted."

"What is this old man doing here?" Feng Yu muttered.

"What's going on? You don't welcome me?" Cromwell landed beside Feng Yu with a little emotion.

"What are you talking about? How can we not welcome you? Our air warning radar detected an unannounced flying unit approaching the sky, so we went on alert.

After confirming it's you, the alarm has been lifted! "

Cromwell asked in confusion: "What thunder?"

"Radar can be thought of as a kind of exploration equipment similar to a magician's spiritual power. If you enter its detection range, you will be discovered, thus alerting the soldiers.

Because no one notified you in advance, the guards here didn't know what flew over, so they activated the defense measures. "

As a Saint-level mage, Cromwell naturally had the ability to understand. He thought about it for a moment and then realized it. He then asked a very professional question: "How far can that thing detect?"

"Uh, about fifty miles."

Feng Yu casually mentioned the distance for ultra-low-altitude targets. According to Cromwell's previous flight altitude, he would have been discovered at a distance of 150 miles.

It's not that Feng Yu intentionally concealed it, but for low-altitude targets, this data is correct.

Cromwell said in an ambiguous tone: "Have you ever seen a magician who can extend his spiritual power to fifty miles? He's almost the same as the God of Magic."

"Don't worry about those details. Come on, I'll introduce you to two friends." Feng Yu laughed and changed the subject.

"Feather Clan?"

"Yes, a race that can fly like you. I envy you so much."

In Grein, a continent once dominated by elves, the humans who came later failed to form religious beliefs, and naturally there were no descriptions of angels.

But even so, when Cromwell saw Shirley and his companions, he was still shocked.

Feng Yu said to Shirley and another Feather Clan member who had walked out from behind him, "This is the strongest individual in the main material world, the pinnacle of magic, the Saint-level mage Cromwell. I'm sure you've seen his agile and heroic figure when he was flying just now."

Shirley and another Feather Clan member spread their wings slightly and performed a courtesy exclusive to the Feather Clan. Cromwell nodded slightly as a return gesture.

"How did you contact them?" Cromwell asked Feng Yu.

Feng Yu rolled his eyes and said, "Shirley and the others can speak Elvish."

"Oh? Ah! Hello, I'm Cromwell, nice to meet you."

"Hello, Cromwell."

Cromwell asked sheepishly, "Can you really fly?"

"Of course." Shirley said, and the male feathered creature beside him soared into the sky.

It seems that this young man from the Feather Clan was so shocked by the colorful world of Cattail City that when he saw a colleague, he was eager to show off his only skill.

Cromwell didn't move at all, he just rose from the ground and flew beside the young man from the Feather Clan, watching the Feather Clan flapping its wings in the air with interest.

Feng Yu said to Shirley beside him in an embarrassed tone: "Cromwell is considered very old in his group. He has some problems with his brain. Please don't mind it."

Shirley looked at Cromwell in the sky and shook her head, saying in surprise: "He...he can actually fly like the legendary Feather God without flapping his wings. Could it be...he is a god?"

"How is that possible? He, like the two great magicians of the elves, relies on magic to fly. He is no match for you Feather Tribe."

When the young man from the Feather Clan fell back to the ground in disappointment, Cromwell also fell to the ground lightly without raising even a speck of dust, which made the young man from the Feather Clan very depressed.

"They are such an amazing race, they can fly without even having to master magic."

"You are also amazing. Your flying skills put me to shame."

"There are only a few of us humans who can fly with magic. You are really amazing."

(End of this chapter)