The griffin circled, finding no fresh prey hiding behind the rocks, and flew away with a chirp. It was also wounded, occasionally dropping drops of blood and feathers from mid-air, but still retained most of its combat power. Everyone looked at Kyle, and Kylie looked at Tron, who stared at the direction the griffon had left and shook his head.

"It's too cramped, there's so little place to hide, and there's not even a creature as nimble as a ghost cat, let alone us. No, we can't fight here. He didn't take his eyes off the griffon until he saw it leave. "I saw the griffin slowing down, so its nest was in that place, not far away. Well...... I already have a plan. ”

Kyle poked his head out and squinted for a moment. "What's the plan?"

"The griffons are southeast of us, and there is a sparse woods on the gentle slope of the valley in the middle, where we are ambushing. ”

Kylie shook his head: "Although the woods are good, they are in the valley, and it is not easy to run or hide, which is not a good plan. ”

"No, I'm sticking to my plan. Tron said, "Judging from the battle just now, this griffin is indeed berserk, and it cannot be judged by the habits of a normal griffin. Predation is no longer its main desire, so the nest is not a constraint for it. Once the next target is spotted, it will fly away at any time, so we can only continue to track. Time and speed are not on our side, so we have to take this opportunity. ”

He pointed to the sky, "The current wind is blowing in the direction of the nest, which is good for us. Set a trap in the woods and use the scent to lure the griffons over, and you can't do it without a good wind. Let's speed up our actions, and we can set everything up in the afternoon, and then we might be able to lure the griffons over before the evening. Don't forget, no matter how crazy the griffin is, it has just finished a kill, so it can calm down a bit. If you start setting traps right away, you may be able to complete the mission before dusk. We couldn't have a better time!"

After saying that, he looked at Kylie, a little anxious in his eyes, but more confident. Tron was ready to do it if Kylie still vetoed it, then he would carry it out as captain. Along the way, he thought things very clearly: hunting griffons was dangerous, so any advantage had to be seized and used - the current situation was much better than expected, at least there was no surprise attack on the road, and there was a window of time to set traps.

"Then do as you say. Kyle blinked, agreeing to Tron's plan. Feige noticed that he was speaking faster than usual and seemed a little agitated. Still a little excited?

The crowd jumped out of cover and began to descend the mountain, Fitch's position between Witch Mama and Didlet. He was thinking about the upcoming battle, but he heard a call in his ear, "Meow......

As if his soul had been jerked, he suddenly stopped, and collided with Didlet. This made him stumble forward and almost fall. But at this time, he heard the cat meow again, in the direction of the ghost cat's lair.

"What's wrong with Feige?" Tron heard the commotion behind him, jumped to the side of the road, and then looked back.

"I heard a cat meow, right in my ear, didn't you hear me?"

"No cat meows. But you mean the ghost cat? We still have enough food, so there's no need for more branches. Tron glanced over the side: "One fell into the valley and died, and the other one was seriously wounded, but still fighting." But you can check it out when you come back. ”

"Not for meat!" said to Fitch, when would the hunters settle their food and clothing, or else they would always turn all sorts of things into food. "I felt like a voice was calling out to me over there. I'd like to go over and check it out. ”

"Do you have to go?" Tron looked at Feiqi, hesitating. Along the way, Feige behaved well, outpacing his age, but obeying orders like Witch Mama and Ramsden, and never complaining. It's the first time Feige has made a request.

"I'll have to take a look. I had a feeling that the voice was calling me, something ......"

"Go ahead, but you've only got fifteen minutes. Beyond that, you won't be able to keep up with the line. Tron stretched out his hand: "Give me the backpack, you can run faster with a little less weight." ”

"Thank you. Feige tossed Tron the backpack with food and some camp sundries, and he also had a bulging canvas bag that was tied to his waist and looked like it was weighing a lot. This one was not given to Tron. "I'll get back and forth as soon as I can!" said Feige.

"I'll go with you!" Didrite thought for a moment and said, "I'm sure I'll be able to keep up with the team, and Feige seems to have fun going on here, and I can protect him too." ”

"Fifteen minutes, catch up as soon as possible. ”

Feige's gaze lingered on his companion descending the mountain for five seconds, and then he set off to run in the direction of the ghost cat. He wondered why no one else heard the cat meow, only he could hear it so clearly. There was something strange about it, so he asked the paladin beside him.

"Di Li, didn't you really hear the cat meow?"

The elf girl shook her head: "I really didn't hear the cat's meow, only the heavy wheezing of the big ghost cat over there." Don't worry, that's what happens sometimes. I was inspired to become a paladin of the goddess of truth and thunder. It was a voice that only oneself could hear, from the depths of the heart, and no one around me could hear it, no matter how close it was. So, you might be the paladin of the ghost cat? hehe, I'm kidding. ”

The Paladin of Cats may be interesting, but the momentum is too weak. Feige didn't think the cat could save him from the devil, so it was better to save himself as someone who could use spells.

Thinking of the devil, Feige suddenly figured out why he could hear the cat's meow! From a human point of view, his hearing could not be better than that of Kailey, so the cat meow that only he could hear was actually from the devil's hearing! The contract demon's essential power allowed it to hear the summons associated with signing a soul contract. Some of the most powerful contract demons have excellent hearing in this area, even across the world. The fork in the road should have been able to do it in its heyday.

So, what he heard should be the ghost cat's contract call. So he slowed down and listened.

'To save them, I am willing to give everything, strength, life, soul, you can. Gods, devils, or hearts of nature, no, no hearts of nature! gods or demons, save them. ’

The gods do not respond, or the absence of a response is a response. The Goddess of Truth Thunder is kind and compassionate, but she does not interfere with natural processes. If an evil necromancy causes a crisis, she will show her power to interfere. But the biological world is weak and strong and competition for survival, that is a natural thing, and she will not interfere.

For the same reason, Nature's Heart does not act. Feige jotted down the name "Heart of Nature" and responded to the call of the ghost cat as a demon. This response was completed with his thoughts, just as a baby can cry and suck without learning.

I'll try. ’

The ghost cat suddenly opened its eyes, looked at Feige, and retracted its sharp claws hidden beneath it. She was badly wounded, and in order to live a little longer, she pressed the wound under her. The large, dark figure was half-hidden in the blood-stained dirt, limp and limp with the smell of decaying death. The long, fluffy black hairs no longer escaped the mist, and the blood made them shiny and smooth, even shiny in the morning sun. The ghost cat is no longer a hunter in the shadows, but a beacon that attracts vultures and crows, and this will be its final fate.

'Let them live, everything I have is yours.' Devil, I am willing to make a contract. ’

'Can you tell I'm the devil?' Feige stopped in front of the ghost cat, his eyes met. The ghost cat's eyes were dark and deep, reflecting his figure in a subtle way. Feige looked around, but didn't see Didlet's reflection, which was strange.

'Are you an angel?' the ghost cat raised its tail, as nimble as an elephant's trunk, and turned in a different direction. 'They're there. Let them live, everything in mine is yours. ’

I'll see. ’

As soon as Feige moved, he heard a terrible scream from the ghost cat in his soul. 'Promise me at once!'

Sharp, glittering claws suddenly appeared, sweeping across Feige's eyes. Didlet yanked Fitch as her sword was raised, slamming her scabbard into the cat's paw, and it was only then that she shouted "be careful".

Only a "bell" was heard, and the heavy sword pushed Didrite back three steps. She let go of Fitch, fell to the ground, and quickly got back to her feet. Just as she drew her sword and prepared to fight back, Feige stopped her, "It's okay, she won't make the same mistake again." ”

"How do you tell the male and female?"

"It doesn't matter. "Feige stared at the ghost cat with a clear meaning: 'That's what you're begging?'

'Save them, devil, it's all yours. If you don't save them, I don't want you to come near them. ’

'Get out of the way, shut up, and wait. Wave your claws again, and you'll understand what is more terrifying than death!'

What is more terrifying than death? Feige himself doesn't know, but that doesn't stop him from using it to scare cats. A cat that understands how to make a contract with the devil must have intelligence and imagination, and this intelligence and imagination can help Feige convince the cat himself.

Feige walked past the ghost cat with his head held high, this time without the claws that suddenly appeared from under his black body. Dedelit watched the risky move nervously, her teeth warping. She clenched the hilt of her sword hard, her knees slightly bent, and she made a gesture ready to charge. However, she is confident that she will kill the ghost cat, but she is not sure enough to rescue the cat from Feiqi.

Fortunately, Feige quickly stepped out of the cat's threatening range and followed the direction pointed by the black tail to the edge of the cliff. This is where another ghost cat fell, the black corpse of which has only a black spot the size of a fingertip in the valley. He looked left and right, and finally on the cliff across the valley, he saw another small black dot.

Only one kitten remains, and the others are nowhere to be found. The griffon's final attack swept away the ghostcat's nest made of twigs, blades of grass, and dirt. Now, part of the nest hangs on a steep cliff, and although it is broken, it still holds a young black ghost cat. Now, the nest was half-dangling, swaying in the mountain wind. A pair of dark eyes crossed Feige and looked at the dying figure behind him, a look of helplessness and pleading.

There is a gap of more than four meters between Feige and the ghost cat, and they are facing a fall distance of more than 100 meters.

The devil can make a contract, it's very simple, with a flick of the wrist, you can conjure up a contract. But the devil still has to have the power to fulfill the contract!