After a loud boom, Ramsden lit the smoker, and the decoy began to evaporate. It was a foul, pungent smell that brought out the remnants of the griffon's jerky and leather as it passed through the smoker, and then intensified to resemble the smell of the dead griffon. Combined with some special herbs, it can create the blood, pain, struggle, and fear of its death, which greatly stimulates the target griffon.

Feige hid behind a large tree, crouching, covered with a brownish-yellow camouflage cloth, so that it was more in tune with his surroundings. Directly across from him, across the clearing where the bait was, Witch Mama and Kairet hid in the trees. Feige's task is to catch the crossbow arrows fired by Witch Mama, which are tied to the net, so it will not be too difficult to catch. And when he caught it, he just had to spread the net as far as he could, so that the griffon could be enveloped underneath it - he didn't have to tug the net to compete with the griffon, which was the best thing.

The wind blew, with the smell of a trap, in the direction of the griffon's lair. In fact, everyone only knows the approximate location of the griffon's lair, but fortunately, the wind will solve all this.

The wait before a battle takes place is very difficult, and it has a huge tension that constantly tugs at the nerves of the fighters, creating anxiety and excessive tension, and even causing forgetfulness. It's best to find something to do for yourself at this time, and Feige is no exception.

He untied the package he had been carrying and slowly placed him in front of him. Except for sleeping, this package has never left his body, even when he went to save Midnight Briquettes. To remain hidden, his movements are very light, and the slow rhythm is like a breeze blowing the fallen leaves on the surface of a lake.

He unwrapped the package, pulled out the contents, and placed them in front of him. It was four bear traps, many years old, and the specks of rust were a testament to its time. They can all be used, as Feige experimented with at Icepeak Fortress: set them up with a crowbar and enough force, then wait for the creature to step on the pressure spring in the middle of the trap, and then there will be a "pop".

With lightning speed, the sharp jagged clamp quickly closed, instantly releasing the energy stored in it. This bear trap is designed to deal with violent bears, it is heavy and powerful, and even a wooden stick with a thick arm can be directly clamped. If a person is unfortunate enough to step on this trap, the leg will definitely not be able to be wanted, and whether the life can be left depends only on luck.

Bear traps are powerful, but the monsters are cunning. Moreover, unless you know in advance where the beasts will pass by, the bear traps will not be able to exert their power. It's heavy, it's rigid, and it doesn't fit the Eagle School's style of reconnaissance and long-range killing, so I've been sleeping in the fortress's storage room.

Feige hadn't yet begun to learn the ropes of setting traps, but he had come up with new ways to use bear traps. With the practice of the Mind Moving Object spell "SUA", you are just able to move the bear trap. Bear traps can then be transformed from rigid fixed traps into a means of attack. He prepares the bear trap to "fly" towards the griffon, just as the Pac-Man who swallows fruit in the game rushes towards the gray electronic ghost. A clip can only take one bite, but this one is hard enough.

For this idea, he has been practicing spells all the way, just so that his spell use level can continue to improve, and the more stable the better. He had never been lazy, and now it was time to put it to the test.

Let's hope the friends don't get scared by their own thoughts - Feige breaks the clamp with a crowbar - and if it seems funny, they'll be surprised and surprised!

I woke up in the middle of the night, poked my head out, and looked around curiously. It licked its paws, then wiped its face with its paws, yawned hard, and then gave a soft "hairy ......" at Feiqi.

This ghost cat is strange, for so long, he has never tried to find his parents, so honestly follow Feiqi, stay in his scent. Feige reached out and touched it, and it rubbed its neck and the back of its head obediently, and its chin exposed. Is this unreasonable or heartless? He also didn't know how to explain what had happened to Midnight, let alone how to tell it about the future.

"They say you can only eat the milk of a ghost cat and nothing else. Hopefully not......" Feige whispered to Midnight, "I don't believe the ghost cat can be so vulnerable, and I don't believe you will be so vulnerable." Hold on, let's live a good life for them, how about it?"

"Mao?" Midnight didn't seem to understand what Feige was saying, and just began to lick his clothes, looking up at him from time to time.

Hungry, hungry at midnight, Feige immediately understood the meaning in its eyes.

He touched himself and ate only air-dried meat and a handful of nuts in a small pocket. He had no choice but to give all these things to Midnight: "This is stolen from a squirrel, you can eat some......"

Midnight waved his palm, swept the nuts away, and began to burrow under Feige's stomach.

"The briquettes come out, I'm not the mother. Feige pulled the black cat out, "Do you want to drink? ”

The three are very light beers that are used as a substitute for water, spirits that are very strong to keep out the cold and relieve pain, and then Red Bull. Compared to the water bladders of this era, the shelf life of canned beverages is against the sky. Before leaving, Feige spent the whole night in meditation, not sleeping for a second, just using lanterns, attracting spirits, transcending the prayers, and exchanging drinks.

Red Bull is able to save until the end, providing a lot of heat and a pick-me-up at critical moments such as vigils. He has been careful to keep it, and he does not hesitate to consume some more physical strength. Now, he opened a can and put it under his midnight nose to sniff.

Black Cat first gave up on spirits, then hesitated for a long time, and finally chose Red Bull. It licked a few bites, looked up at Feige, and seemed to say with its eyes, "That's it? Am I going to die?"

Feige is also helpless, but he can only keep a straight face and force Midnight with a serious gaze, but also force himself, he must succumb to reality. It was at this time that an angry cry came from the sky—the griffin had arrived.

The crowd didn't have to wait long, and when Fitch finally opened all the bear traps and hid them under the camouflage cloth, the griffon came to the top of everyone's heads. It hovered above the clearing in the forest, staring at the smoking pyre below. It sniffed out a familiar scent, the scent of its lost griffin mate. But it couldn't distinguish the corpse with the naked eye, which made it suspicious.

Its greatest focus is on revenge, which is to kill all suspicious enemies, not to recover and bury the body of its partner. Tron thought of most of them, but mad griffons were so rare that they were so biased in their assessments.

This deviation prevented the griffon from landing, and it looked like it was still hovering in the sky and scouting.

"Oh no, it's dangerous!" Feige's mind raced. The griffon's gaze is stronger than that of an eagle, and it can see rabbits hiding in the grass at an altitude of thousands of meters, so sooner or later it will be able to detect the camouflage of the hunting group. Moreover, Fitch and the others on the ground are safer, and Witch Mama and Kailie are more dangerous. They hid in the trees, and in order to make the nets fly, they also sawed off many obstructive branches, which made them more exposed. At the same time, once discovered, they are not easy to hide in the trees.

The griffin flew around again, but it still showed no signs of landing. What should I do? Feige thought a lot in that moment, and his eyes were stained red with the devil of hell. Questions, answers, trade-offs, plans, he had at least ten ways to safely hide and save himself, but he only had one option to lure the griffin down so that the whole task could be completed smoothly.

"Hide it here. Feige pulled Midnight out, placed it with the Red Bull jar, covered it under the camouflage canvas, and walked out. He walked straight to the pyre in the clearing, and let out a hearty laugh at the griffons in the air.

It was completely out of the plan, and everyone was stupid. A question popped into their minds at the same time: "Is Feige crazy? How can this be saved? or even ...... Do you want to save him?"

Only Kylie squinted, and the depths of his gaze burst with excitement and excitement. He had understood what Feige was going to do, and he almost couldn't help but applaud his ability to decide. "Keep it up, keep it as usual!" he repeated the gesture over and over the tree for everyone else to see.

Feige strode to the pyre, and with his spear lifted the herbs that covered it, and took out a piece of griffin jerky. After being baked and fumigated with the bait, the thing became fishy, but it was still edible. Feige shook the jerky, put it in his mouth in front of the griffin, and chewed it.

"Aah!!h

"SUA!" Feige cast a spell in the direction he was hiding, then ran back quickly. The griffon stared at his trajectory, correcting the direction of its impact. This kind of thing has been done thousands of times in its life, and thousands of prey have died like this. So, with a whorp, full of confidence, it snapped its wings, rolled down, and began a killing charge with minimal wind resistance.

Then he was confronted by a floating bear trap.

The griffin has never encountered such a strange thing in his life, and the bear can't fly, so what is the function of the bear trap to fly? And it's used to deal with fat bears like Roshan, I'm just a skinny bird who hasn't eaten for a long time, and I don't talk about morality? Is there a bottom line?

At this time, it saw the second bear trap that was flying slowly, and knew that there was no morality and no bottom line in this world.

"Click!" the first bear trap slammed into the griffon's chest, closing in an instant. Sharp serrations pierced the feathers and skin muscles, biting directly into the bones. Blood flowed down the cracks between the metal teeth, and wasn't the hideous appearance of the bear trap the mouth of a monster?

The Bear Trap activates upon touch, and its power is not reduced by Feige's useless swordsmanship or fateful archery, but is increased by the opponent's transformation from a ferocious bear to a griffon. The griffon's body structure, especially its skin and feathers, evolved to fly, unlike a giant bear that has to fight tigers, lions, elephants, and rhinos head-on. With this clamp, the griffon almost cried out half of his life in his throat. It panicked and spread its wings in an attempt to slow down.

"Shoot the net!" Tron shouted, "Ramsden, Didlet, shoot!shoot!dodge, Fish, shoot in one round!!"