"Quickly go and come back, I'll be waiting for your good news."
Lin Qingluo smiled warmly, patting the giant eagle's wing.
"Chirp."
The giant eagle let out a cry, flapping its wings and flying up into the sky. It circled twice above the camp before flying away swiftly.
*
"Look, that's the giant eagle raised by the Lucky Little Fairy!"
"It's flying so high!"
"There's someone sitting on it."
"I'm so envious. I wish I could also ride a giant eagle and fly in the sky, experiencing the feeling of riding the clouds and mist."
"You, don't even think about it in this lifetime."
"..."
The giant eagle's massive figure was exceptionally eye-catching. Every time it appeared in the camp, it attracted countless gazes.
The story of Lin Qingluo riding a giant eagle on the battlefield and killing two Beiming princes was repeatedly discussed, becoming a popular topic among the onlookers.
Over time, the soldiers and civilians in the camp began to call her the Lucky Little Fairy.