I'm telling fortunes in North America. I'm really not a wizard.

The female members of the Crow team felt very aggrieved.

She had just secretly landed on the plane and hadn't even gotten familiar with the surroundings when she was stared at by this mountain cat.

This mountain cat's behavior is very strange. I don't know what it is thinking. Why does it have to make things difficult for me?

Although I have turned into a crow, it is normal for a cat to catch a crow, but there are so many birds!
You can't keep staring at me...a bird is coming to chase me!
He even chased from the East Coast to the West Coast. This is too exaggerated.

Moreover, he turned himself into a crow, able to fly in the air, move flexibly, turn, and use the air currents to soar effortlessly.

Although you have to keep an eye out occasionally for large predatory birds like eagles in the sky, the flight is generally quite free and you fly in a straight line, which is much less tiring than running on the ground.

But who could have thought that the mountain cat on the ground seemed to be crazy, chasing him all the way from the East Coast to here.

I didn’t lose him.

To know your flying route, you don't have to fly along the road, but fly in one direction.

Along the way, we crossed dense forests, passed over turbulent rivers, and even muddy swamps in some places, and sometimes crossed human towns.

For a larger bobcat, these are all factors that would hinder its running.

But this mountain cat was able to follow him closely and never lost him once.

This is simply unimaginable.

But if you think about it from a mysterious perspective, it seems very reasonable.

Even if the female Crow team members were stupid at this point, they completely understood that the mountain cat in front of them was definitely not simple.

Her heartbeat accelerated sharply, and her breathing became rapid. The dark wizard's gloomy face flashed through her mind, and she couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart: Could this mountain cat really be a magical creature sent by the dark wizard?

Could it be that he followed me here from Europe?

Or, does the dark wizard remain the same, but the owl has turned into a lynx?
They are all cats, aren't they?

But thinking about it, it seems unlikely, because I have not been exposed in Norway.

Maybe not...

She had not eaten a single bite of food during the several days of running.

For a bird that needs to constantly flap its wings to fly, such hunger is undoubtedly fatal.

Every time she flapped her wings, she felt her strength fade away little by little, her muscles ached, and she even began to see double vision in front of her eyes.

But even so, she didn't dare to land. She shuddered at the thought that if she landed on the roof even briefly, the mountain cat would appear in an instant at an astonishing speed.

In desperation, she could only regard the thin wire as her life-saving straw.

As she stopped on the power line, the biting cold wind blew past, ruffling her feathers.

She had just turned into a bird and she tried hard to keep her body steady. She moved carefully every time, fearing that she would fall down if she was not careful.

She knew very well that only on this electric wire could the mountain cat not get close, giving her a brief respite.

Even the branches were full of danger in her eyes, because the branches were relatively thick and the bobcat might be able to climb up. Only this thin and narrow wire became a safety barrier between her and danger.

Thinking of the smell of food he smelled when passing through the town not long ago, the crow felt hunger coming like a surging tide.

Her stomach was cramping and she could even hear it growling.

But she was a crow now, not a human, so she couldn't hear the sound of her stomach. Looking into the distance along the electric wire, she could see the smoke from the houses ahead, and there was food there too.

The crow's keen sense of smell allows it to smell the aroma of food from more than ten kilometers away.

But as soon as he looked down and saw the mountain cat that was following him like a shadow, all his thoughts were suppressed by fear.

Even if she just wanted to pick up some leftovers on the ground like an ordinary crow, she didn't have the courage to do so.

Every time she tried to get closer to the ground, the mountain cat's posture ready to strike made her hesitate. She could only suppress her hunger and continue circling in the sky.

In order to find out why the bobcat was chasing her so persistently, she decided to try to communicate with it.

Everything about this bobcat shows that it possesses extraordinary intelligence.

Although she has now turned into a crow and can neither communicate in bird language like a real crow nor understand the language of cats, she firmly believes that with her own will and hard work, she will be able to regain the ability to speak human language.

Crows are extremely intelligent birds. Scientists have found that their intelligence level is usually equivalent to that of children aged a few years to a teenager.

In past wars, crow messengers even appeared on the battlefield.

Those well-trained crows shuttled across the battlefield carrying important intelligence, bringing changes to the war situation.

Although this practice gradually disappeared in the long river of history for various reasons, perhaps the battlefield environment was too complicated, resulting in deviations in information transmission, or perhaps crows found it difficult to accurately remember information in a tense atmosphere, but that period of history was enough to prove the intelligence of crows.

What's more, she is not a real crow, but a person with human thinking who turned into a crow. As long as she tries her best, it is not out of reach to restore her ability to speak.

"Cough cough..."

The female Ravens stood on the wire, their voices weak and hoarse.

Her feathers lost their original luster and became messy, and her body trembled slightly due to hunger.

She looked at the bobcat below and tried to open its mouth to make a sound.

There was a vigilant gleam in the bobcat's eyes, and it kept staring at her as if she was the most dangerous prey in the world.

In fact, it has been in this form all the way.

Never slacked off.

Even though it ran non-stop, without sleep or food, it was still able to maintain such vigorous energy. It was really strange.

The female Crow team member spoke with difficulty, a little hoarse, and with a sharp bird accent: "Bobcat, why... are you... chasing... me?"

Sure enough, the mountain cat responded to her words.

Hearing the crow's question, the mountain cat's eyes, which had been staring at her, narrowed slightly, revealing an elusive expression.

Then, it made an unexpected move - it slowly crossed its front paws and put its hands in its pockets.

Then it opened its mouth and made a few "woops".

Although it was just an animal sound, strangely, the female Crow team member could clearly understand the meaning: “The breath of the devil, you have the breath of the devil on you.

It bears the mark of the evil devil and will bring disaster to this land just like it did hundreds of years ago.

Now, get out of here and go back to the other side of the sea!"

(End of this chapter)