Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 113 Bird Body

Click.

After one crisp sound, there was another crisp sound.

First there was a crack, then another, spreading like cracks in the earth. Eggshells as big as rice grains fell off, and then a small gray-black bird's beak stretched out and pecked continuously, causing the hole to expand, and pieces of eggshell continued to fall off.

From the broken shell, the wet baby bird pawed its head out, its eyes closed into two thin slits, and the hairless skin on its face was wrinkled, like a little old man.

The eggshell lay crookedly, with the chick's chin pressed against Lin Bo's palm. It exerted force with its hind legs, squeezing its body out little by little, making thin, crisp, anxious cries until it escaped from the eggshell.

After one peregrine falcon, another, three in total. They crouched on the mage's palm, their damp white fur clinging to their bodies, tangled like freshly washed hair. As soon as they shed their shells, they immediately raised their heads and squeaked, begging for food.

The night watchmen holding them were as silent as stone statues.

The little seagull on the side looked at the three cubs lazily and made a disdainful cackle.

Hearing the sound, Tiewei Yi came down from the third floor, making a beeping sound, and then went to the storage room on the first floor and searched for some vegetables, some wheat, salted fish and bacon.

But peregrine falcon chicks are carnivorous, and when they're born, they eat the minced meat their parents regurgitate. Iron One tried to feed them cautiously, offering vegetable leaves and wheat grains, but the chicks simply pout and move away.

Lin Bo opened his eyes and shook his head at the robot beside him. Tieweiyi lowered his head and went downstairs with the dinner tray.

The master chanted the real name softly.

"(True Word) Peregrine Falcon."

When he spoke the name, the chirping chicks suddenly fell silent, like infant soldiers listening intently, awaiting a command. Even the rocks and trees would shudder at the sound of the true name, and these newborn creatures were no match for the power of the Word Spirit.

Lin Bo gently put the little ones back into the bird's nest.

After searching the lighthouse kitchen, he realized he had run out of fresh meat and decided to go to the mushroom garden. He spoke again, revealing the Peregrine Falcon's real name.

The body was shrouded in a veil of illusion, and the mind was immersed in semantics, until even the runes of the original name in the mind were obscured by the illusion.

The body of the night watchman gradually shrank. With the rapid prompt tone of Iron One, he turned into an adult peregrine falcon standing on the ground, half a meter long, with brown-black feathers and a brown-yellow belly. His eyes were bright and sharp, flashing with the extreme wildness of nature.

Limbaugh is thinking like a peregrine falcon, and he is it.

The peregrine falcon looked at the open window, flapped its wings and legs, and flapped its wings smoothly, turning into a powerful and rapid crossbow arrow. In an instant, it disappeared into the room and flew into the moonlit and starry night sky.

Upward, embrace the rising air currents from the sea, feel the strong wind brushing against your wings; downward, witness the silver-shimmering waves, the moon projected on the inky black sea, the waves converging into a huge white spot.

The planet's magnetic field and the light of the stars and the moon all guide its direction.

As if in the blink of an eye, the peregrine falcon had crossed the sea and reached its destination, then slipped into the East Cliff Grotto.

The gulls were resting at this time, startled by the sudden high-speed flight of the bird. They could hardly believe their eyes and uttered startled cries.

"The bad peregrine falcon is here again!" "It's not dead?"

The rioting seagulls surrounded the peregrine falcon, and the strong hostility was like a sword or spear pressing to its throat.

A memory and a name emerged in Peregrine Falcon's mind - Bronze Moon.

So, when the seagulls were about to attack, the peregrine falcon's body began to swell, its feathers melted into clothes, its tail feathers turned into the hem of a windbreaker, and its eyes, which flashed with ferocious wildness, turned into calm human eyes.

The flock of birds stopped flying, circled the wizard twice, and then dispersed with a cackling sound.

Limbo returns from his transformation.

[Skill judgment successful...]

He rarely used his Transfiguration spell, but he hadn't forgotten it. Occasionally, transforming himself made Lin Bo feel very comfortable, giving him a sense of ease and joy from temporarily escaping the tedious human life, even if it was only for a minute. However, he couldn't immerse himself in the wild and untamed spiritual world for too long, otherwise he would completely forget his true name and be assimilated by the body of a wild beast.

As an after-meal exercise, it is probably a good choice.

A short time later, Peregrine returned to the lighthouse with a bag of mushrooms, went into the kitchen, and transformed back into human form.

Lin Bo used a blender to grind the fish, meat and mushrooms into fine powder, put it in a bowl and took it to the second floor.

"Ga." The little seagull stood beside the bird's nest, looking at the three chicks with a look that was half disgusted and half curious.

"(Magic words) They are very cute. You were the same in the past, very small." Lin Bo walked to the table with a smile, put down the bowl of fish paste, and asked the little seagull if he wanted to feed the chicks.

"No!" The little king returned to the wooden rack angrily and closed his eyes to avoid looking at the night watchman.

Chirp - the sound a baby bird makes when begging for food.

"I'm so hungry. I'm so hungry..."

As the night wind dried their down, the three chicks turned into white balls of fur. They were still very thin, with only skin and bones left. They opened their mouths wide, waiting for their parents to feed them.

Lin Bo carefully scraped a little fish paste from the edge of the bowl with his fingers, and then smeared it into the birds' beaks. They swallowed it with smacking mouthfuls, and they could never get enough.

A peregrine falcon chick can double its weight within 24 hours after hatching and needs to eat nearly 20 meals.

Some thoughts about peregrine falcons surged in Lin Bo's mind. He knew how to take care of these three chicks without their parents.

The little seagull had quietly turned its head to observe how the night watchman patiently and carefully fed the three little peregrine falcons.

After a while, the chicks finally ate their fill and stopped complaining of hunger. They then huddled together in the nest, like a human pyramid, to keep each other warm.

Lin Bo smiled and took out a piece of blessed algae silk cloth, cut off a small piece, rolled it into a cloth nest, and put the baby bird in it. The soft algae silk cloth had a good thermal insulation effect and it was warm.

The little king flew down and landed beside the fish paste bowl. He opened his mouth and let out a slow cry: "I'm so hungry, so hungry..." His little eyes stole a glance at the wizard at the table.

Lin Bo realized that the little guy was imitating a baby bird to compete for favor, so he smiled, put down his pencil again, scraped some fish paste with his fingers, and fed it to the greedy baby.

"(Magic) Little one, take care of them for me, okay?"

The little king refused and returned to the wooden rack after he had eaten his fill.

Lin Bo continued drawing. After the break, he picked up his books and notes again and practiced the art of controlling.

The floating iron balls fell to the ground and turned into words for the umpteenth time. There were three empty medicine bottles lined up on the table. An intense fatigue swept through his mind. He stopped writing, sighed, and leaned back in his chair to rub his forehead.

The chicks' begging for food began again.

But before he could sit up straight, the begging sound became intermittent. Lin Bo squinted his eyes and saw the little king feeding him with fish paste in his beak.

Its movements were a little clumsy, but it was careful, and its attitude wasn't very good, but it was fed frequently.

At first the chicks were not familiar with the smell of the seagulls and were thrashing about in the nest in fear. They preferred the night watchman, but after being fed a few times they calmed down and happily ate their food.

"(Magic Words) is really well done."

The little seagull was startled by the mage's whisper, and turned around quickly as if guilty, only to find that Lin Bo was still resting with his eyes closed, but with a smile on his face.

"Ha." The little king grunted, went on strike unhappily, and returned to the wooden rack to squat and sulk.

Before dawn, the chicks were fed five more meals, and the algae-linen cloth with feces was shaken out. Lin Bo had been reading and studying, all done by the unhappy little seagull.

(End of this chapter)