HLM -Chapter 1128 Little Meng’s Attack

The reason is that the name “priest bird” is actually a sarcastic jab at priests.

New immigrants called them priest birds not because they looked like priests, but because they could get drunk.

Tui birds are among the largest species in the honeyeater family. They normally eat fruits and insects but prefer to feed on nectar.

In particular, they love the nectar of New Zealand flax. However, sometimes the nectar ferments slightly and produces a bit of alcohol. When the tui birds drink this nectar, they get drunk—just like tipsy humans—and fly erratically, attacking anything they bump into!

Years ago, clergy led extravagant, chaotic lives. Christianity did not prohibit drinking, only drunkenness, but priests at the time sometimes found serving God boring and would drink when they had nothing else to do.

Thus, these birds earned the nickname “priest birds.” Later, when clergy reformed and became disciplined, they disliked the name and forbade followers from calling them that.

At that time, Christianity and Catholicism held high influence in New Zealand, and the faithful were devout and obedient. Gradually, the name “priest bird” faded away.

Wang Bo didn’t know this story, so he laughed heartily and said, “Aren’t these birds drunk too?”

Sam nodded seriously, and at that moment, Wang Bo couldn’t laugh anymore.

Atulu explained to Wang Bo that the tui birds had been drawn into the town by the Path of the Birth Flowers. Once they entered the flowerbeds, they happily began sipping nectar.

This scene had once enchanted tourists. Imagine it: in a bed of vibrant flowers, a flock of small birds, as cute as sprites and as colorful as nymphs, flitting about—how romantic!

Tourists eagerly approached them. Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem. But coincidentally, one flowerbed was full of New Zealand flax.

Thanks to the Springwater’s irrigation, the flax was flowering abundantly, producing plenty of nectar. Normally, bees would collect this nectar to make honey. But this time, the tui birds consumed a large portion. The nectar contained alcohol, and the birds became intoxicated.

Drunkenness is despised in society because it causes chaos. Drunk tui birds are no better than drunk humans. Male tui birds are particularly aggressive; they naturally chase other birds and sometimes attempt to invade other birds’ territories.

Now drunk, they became even more dangerous, directly attacking tourists.

Two people on the spot already had their faces pecked open. Soon, other tui birds joined in, injuring more people. The injuries weren’t serious, but it was unpleasant.

Wang Bo surveyed the scene. The tui birds were still attacking.

Their attack methods were limited: flapping their wings to make noise or opening their beaks and calling incessantly. Some birds, not too drunk, were timid and simply puffed up their feathers to appear larger when near humans.

“Damn idiots!” Wang Bo couldn’t help cursing.

“What do we do?” Sam asked wryly.

Tui birds are not protected species, but they are beautiful. In this “cute is justice” era, some foolish people had even formed a Tui Bird Protection Association to defend them.

If the police tried to exterminate the birds, these people would publicly criticize them, damaging their reputation and lives.

Wang Bo didn’t care about that. But he was reluctant to kill the tui birds. They were not only beautiful but intelligent, and it was fine for them to remain in Sunset Town while sober.

According to ornithological research, tui birds have remarkable vocal abilities. They can sing over 300 songs, making them one of the most complex songbirds in the world.

Additionally, tui birds from different regions of New Zealand have distinct “accents” and dialects. Some can even mimic simple human speech like parrots.

At this moment, their calls were especially varied. Wang Bo could hear melodious trills, tapping sounds, chittering, whooshes, animal-like panting noises, and harsh crow-like caws.

Killing them was out of the question. Wang Bo thought for a moment and said, “Drive them away. They don’t deserve to die.”

Sam smiled wryly. “They’re the air force. And as you’ve seen, their gliding is extremely good. How exactly do you plan to chase them off?”

Wang Bo smiled confidently and waved his arms at the sky.

Sam looked confused. “Boss, what are you doing?”

“Calling for air support,” Wang Bo explained simply.

After just a few arm waves, a black dot appeared in the bright blue sky. Quickly, the dot became a shadow, diving from high above like a missile tearing through the air.

“Oh sh—!” Sam exclaimed.

A black falcon shot downward at a breathtaking speed, the sound almost like a sonic boom as it approached.

Little Meng swooped down and abruptly braked, landing steadily on Wang Bo’s shoulder.

Wang Bo gently petted it and then took a peanut from his pocket, placing it into its beak.

Unlike ordinary birds that swallow food whole, Little Meng snapped the peanut with a “crack” before swallowing.

Wang Bo pointed at the misbehaving tui birds. “Little Meng, drive them away!”

Little Meng cooed softly, eyes narrowing to reveal two icy, blade-like glares.

Assessing the situation, Little Meng spread its wings and soared into the sky. Then it suddenly dove in a perfect inverted V, heading straight for a tui bird harassing a young boy.

The tui birds were large—the largest in the honeyeater family, roughly the size of pigeons but much stronger.

Compared to Little Meng, they were dwarfs.

With a sudden strike, Little Meng caught one with its sharp talons, then pressed it into the muddy flowerbed below.

If it had been a kea parrot, this treatment would have terrified it.

Normally, tui birds are calmer and more timid than kea parrots. But drunken courage emboldened them. These intoxicated birds were not afraid of Little Meng at all.

Seeing Little Meng repeatedly attacking, they even tried to gang up on it.

Little Meng evaluated the situation. It could defeat the birds, but it couldn’t complete Wang Bo’s task: driving them into the mountains.

After flying a round, it vanished.

Seeing this, Atulu exclaimed, “Boss, they’re too cowardly! Even more cowardly than me!”

Two minutes later, another black dot appeared, turning into a shadow. Behind it, more black dots appeared. The shadow became Little Meng, and the group of black dots transformed into kea parrots…