The birth of Thunderbird temporarily dilutes Hoffa's persistence in breaking through the bottleneck of metamorphosis. He takes time every day to help Joey feed Maya. I don't know why, he felt very kind to the new life. When he looked at her, he felt like he was looking at his own child.

This bird is totally different from the ordinary magical creatures in the forbidden forest.

In just a week, she has grown to the size of an owl.

But her body is much thinner than the owl, it has long tail feathers, silver gray wings, pale yellow eyes, and brown beak.

There is no doubt that this is a beautiful and elegant creature.

She can already fly, but she doesn't have three pairs of wings like Taras. It has only two wings. Like a falcon with a long tail.

"Thunderbirds will live a long time, and they will have more wings as they grow older, which is a sign of their maturity and development," Joey explained

Every day, Hoffa watched Maya as she ate. He stroked her smooth feathers and pinched her slender bones.

At first, when she was young, Hoffa could do it.

But a week later, when she was the size of an Australian Golden Eagle, Hoffa couldn't do it.

She would no longer ask for food under Hoffa's hand. Instead, she would stand high at the top of the tree house. Hoffa had to raise her hand to get the food to her mouth. She was very proud. And smart, she rarely calls, but she can clearly distinguish her name from Hoffa's intention.

The bigger the bird, the more it will eat. But after the Thunderbird plumped, Joey cut down on Maya's feeding.

At the end of April, when Hoffa came to the tree house in the woods, he found that Joey did not prepare any more food. Instead, he stood at the door armed. Maya stood on his shoulder.

"No food today?" Hoffa asked.

Joey shook his head: "when Thunderbirds grow up, they don't need ordinary human care. On the contrary, it will grace ordinary human beings, it can feel the needs of human beings, also can feel the pain of human beings.

In ancient America, when people there encountered drought, they would go to look for Thunderbirds and kneel down to pray for them.

If Thunderbird is in a good mood, it will spread its wings and soar in the sky. Everywhere it goes, there will be rainstorms. Long, long ago, a tribe had to depend on it to survive. "

"But this is Europe," Hoffa told Joey.

"Europe is not short of rain. Why did you bring it here?"

"Its first three generations of owners have died, and the tribes they care for have been slaughtered by the American colonists. If I can, I hope to find a relatively peaceful environment for it. "

You're in the wrong place, Hoffa thought. This is going to be one of the most chaotic areas in the world.

"Let's go. It's her first time to hunt on her own. Come and have a look." Said Joey cheerfully.

They walked around the Black Lake one after the other. Before they went far, Hoffa saw a ferocious boar cooing in a wooden cage.

Hoffa looked at Joey speechless and said, "good hunting, you are replacing the dead with the living?"?

Joey shakes his shoulders and Thunderbird flies out. At the moment, its wingspan is close to two meters. For ordinary birds, it is already very big. But for Taras, she is still a little small.

With a wave of his wand, Joey opened the cage where the wild boar was kept.

Maya flew forward, patted her wings, stretched out her claws, and wanted to hunt each other fiercely.

But the wild boar was also very strong and fierce. It roared at the side of its head, and its sharp teeth hit Maya's belly. Then, it ran furiously against the Thunderbird.

Dong!

With a dull sound, the leaves rustle down.

The boar smashed her into the tree.

Seeing that Maya suffered a loss, Hoffa could not help but want to step forward to help her.

I didn't expect Joey to hold Hoffa.

"Don't worry, it's its business."

Hoffa looked at the Thunderbird. "Is this... Going to be ok?"

Joey held his arm and said calmly, "Thunderbird doesn't need sympathy or comfort. In fact, human comfort and compassion will only make it weak. It needs to fight, it's the law of nature. "

Sure enough, after being bumped into the tree, she gave a sharp cry and her wings slapped.

Suddenly, the sky darkened. Just above Hoffa's head, a small dark cloud suddenly appeared. The dark clouds gathered together and crackled.

The arm thick lightning almost blinded Hoffa's eyes.

The boar was convulsed by the electricity, and Maya flew forward, whistling and clawing through each other's throat.

The strong boar didn't suffer much. After a few kicks on his four legs, he died on the spot.

The first successful hunting, Maya excited hissing and flying, she flew up about 20 meters in the air, constantly circling in the air. Lightning flashed by, and those dark clouds, like her friends, were constantly rolling and deforming around her, becoming various shapes.Hoffa was watching Thunderbird in the distance, watching her playing with the clouds at will. Suddenly, he had a glimmer of insight, and the faint light in his heart became brighter.

How similar is the scene of Thunderbird changing the shape of dark clouds to the scene of grindevo changing the terrain!

Hoffa turned to Joey and asked, "Joey, Thunderbird? Can you do metamorphosis? "

Joey grinned and turned his head.

"Metamorphosis? What are you talking about? Thunderbirds are just magical animals. Maya doesn't control metamorphosis. Dark clouds are attracted by her, that's all

Attraction?

Hoffa opened his mouth wide. "What do you mean, attracted?"

"Those dark clouds are not manipulated, they are changed automatically. Maya just attracted them to her side and played with them. Generally speaking, magical creatures are born with such a mental field. "

Mental field? Automatic change?

Watching Thunderbird roll around happily in the dark clouds, playing with thunder and lightning wantonly, the insight gradually became bigger and bigger in Hoffa's mind.

He began to have a deeper understanding of the nature of deformation.

In this way, Thunderbird did not force to change the external objects, but changed his mental field to attract the arrival of dark clouds.

He thought of Morgen again.

It's low-level, boring, stupid and meaningless to try to change things with magic. A true master of metamorphosis should try to change himself. Once he changes himself, everything will change accordingly]

change himself.

Change yourself!!

Hoffa suddenly raised his head, the dawn was bright.

A flash of electric light passed through his brain, and the window paper that had puzzled him for a long time was suddenly pierced.

Hoffa understood!

He finally understood!

He closed his eyes and his spirit came to the ground with magic. At this moment, he no longer forced to control the deformation, but really felt the breath of the land, really felt the demands of everything, and changed his spiritual field.

At this moment, Milarepa's meditative method finally came into use, and his keen spirit magnified.

He hears the whispers of the elements, he sees the great power of the world, he tries to change himself and become one with them.

At this moment, Hoffa seemed to be on a huge piece of rubber clay. The soil slowly surrounded him and formed a huge hand like a throne under his feet, holding him up.

Joey's eyes widened and he couldn't stop screaming.

"Boy, what are you doing?"

The ground began to shake slightly, and the leaves in the Forbidden Forest began to fall.

Hoffa rose higher and higher. He opened his arms and stood in the forbidden forest, laughing.

With his laughter, the ground trembled even more.

"I see! I see! "

Old Joey yelled, "boy, stop it!"

Boom!

The answer was a big arm.

The arm, made of clay, rose from the ground and held Joey firmly in the air.

It's not over yet. Countless clay forms various shapes at Hoffa's feet. They kneel down like creatures, as if witnessing the birth of a different legend.

Joey said angrily, "what kind of magic is this? Let me go!"

"I see!"

Hoffa laughed happily. He waved his wand and didn't speak.

Joey fell back to the ground.

At this moment, the bottleneck was broken.

Hoffa's metamorphosis has entered a new realm. He doesn't have to force to control magic, to control metamorphosis. He has entered a state in which the mental field attracts the other party to change.

After breaking through the bottleneck, Hoffa realized that it was just the same with his two months' broken grip.

He didn't need to say any incantations, and he didn't need any exaggeration. He just needs to change himself to accept the environment.

Although it's not as exaggerated as greendevo, it's splitting an entire island. But in essence they are very close.

Step by step, Hoffa stepped down from his giant hand. The soil automatically formed a ladder under his feet. Maya danced around his head and stood on his shoulder.

The huge weight made Hoffa lean, but he still caressed its smooth tail with great pleasure.

"Thank you, Maya," she whispered

Thunderbird chirped happily and fanned his wings, as if to say, you're welcome.