After half a month of searching, the group managed to trap the dangerous griffin. No one died, no one suffered injuries that could not be healed, and it was a complete victory.

"Can't be disabled", because being disabled means quitting the Monster Hunter profession. A few small mutilations are nothing, and the absence of an ear will not affect combat ability. But as long as the injury reaches a certain level, the human body cannot be regenerated like some monsters after all, so all the previous training, hard work, and hard work can only end in front of the injury, which becomes a regrettable memory.

"Cheer up, you haven't returned to the fortress yet, don't let your guard down. Kalie grabbed Feige, "How did you fall off it?"

"Accidentally, the soles of my feet slipped. I'm fine, just a few scrapes. "Feiqi moves his limbs," the goddess blessed. ”

"It's not the goddess who is blessing you, it's three months of training. You've learned to control your muscles even when you're at your most tired, which saves your life in an emergency. Calet pointed to Feige's knee and said, "From this place, the wound doesn't have to be big, a small arrow is enough." And then you can't take risks for the rest of your life. Remember what I told you?"

"Legs are more important than hands. "You can't fight without hands, you can't move without legs.

"Yes, so take care of your legs, know where it's going, and stop making excuses that you're not careful. Kylie poked Feige in the head with his finger, "Get back to the group, keep up!

Feiqi nodded, dusted himself off, and returned to the group, following behind Witch Mama. He was a little distracted just now, so he slipped when he stepped on a loose stone. However, in order to avoid being pressed until midnight, I could only stiffen and move, so I slid down the slope for six meters, which scared everyone.

He had wandered his mind for midnight before. The little black cat is in a very poor state, to be precise, it is about to starve to death. Now, it can only drink a little Red Bull and live on the sugar in it. Nothing else, including the broth that Didriet had blessed with her magic, it couldn't eat. Hunger, weakness, and vomiting brought it to the brink of death.

The little black head was tilted weakly on Feige's body, his eyes were large, but he had no strength. Midnight is still alive, and even though it barely has a heartbeat or breath, and has not made a "hairy" sound for a long time, it is still alive. Feige kept encouraging it to hold on because ...... Maybe Mistress Kiprin will have a way.

Now Feige didn't even think about what reward the griffon's head could get in exchange.

For midnight, everyone entered a state of forced march. In order to keep up with the line, Ramsden even threw away his favorite frying pan. This is mainly due to the fact that Feige has earned everyone's respect for his outstanding performance in battle, and by no means because Midnight is particularly cute and has become a part of the team.

Definitely not because of cuteness – Carley is pretty sure of that. "Running, it's the best workout. Winter is coming soon, do you think you can be lazy? Impossible! Run!"

Didrite fumbled with the emblem, then stole his finger at Ramsden and Feige. The power of the divine magic flowed through, greatly reducing fatigue. The two of them secretly threw a grateful look, and then quickly opened their legs and accelerated forward.

When the walls of the Ice Peak Fortress appeared in everyone's sight, everyone breathed a sigh of relief—except for Feige, whose hearts were even more nervous. Old man Kiplin is the last hope, and if even he can't do it, then Midnight's fate will be very tragic.

Feige sees Giles and Eddie at the entrance to the fortress, where he also temporarily abandons Giles and Eddie and runs straight to the tower. Kelley shook his head and explained, "He has an urgent matter to find Lord Snowy Owl, so don't worry about him. Are you doing well?"

Giles nodded, and said in a very brief way, "Okay." You guys?"

"Griffon's head, it's finally okay to make a deal. We've also found a second mutant gland that can be used in Feitch Hale's augmentation rituals. ”

"Good. Giles pointed in the direction of the hall, "Let's rest." ”

Feige didn't even notice that the table in the hall was already full of food, but he wasn't to blame. On the one hand, he was worried about midnight, and on the other hand, the food was cold, ham, bread, cold soup, etc., and there was no rising and diffusing aroma, which was not noticeable.

The old man of Kipling basks in the sun on the balcony of the tower, which will gradually become a luxury in the cold days to come. He curled up in a slightly swaying chaise longue, his body wrapped in heavy fur, warm and lazy. However, the old man did not fall asleep, he only had to tilt his head sideways to look down on the fortress through the balcony, and of course he could see Feige galloping all the way.

"Feiqi, pull me up first, I'm trapped under the covers, and it's hard to turn my head. Giles still doesn't know how to take care of people...... "The old man counted the time, and felt that Feige was almost there, so he spoke first. "Bring me here so I can see you, and at the same time you take your breath and gather your thoughts before you speak. ”

Ten minutes later, the two men had left the balcony and entered the library. Feige lit the lantern, and the old man brought a thick book, and the two of them opened it together.

"Domesticated ghost cats were popular for a while because they were able to eliminate sneakiness in the home and even detect hidden evil spirits and necromancers. But adult ghost cats can only be domesticated by themselves, raised by themselves, and used to protect themselves, and cannot be sold to others after domestication like hunting dogs, and it is very troublesome to domesticate ghost cats, so they have not really become popular. The old man explained to Feiqi: "Fortunately, there are still people who have domesticated and left some records, otherwise we really have nowhere to check." ”

"Thank you to the Goddess of Truth Thunder for the importance of knowledge and experience. "Feige is telling the truth.

There are three pages of records of ghost cats in the book "Warcraft Domestication Experience", which is quite a lot, but only a small paragraph in it is about ghost cat cubs. There have also been attempts to raise cubs in the past, but all of them have failed. Later, it was discovered that the ghost cat needed continuous support from its mother during its growth, and only by constantly drinking milk from its mother could the ghost cat gradually establish normal digestion. Without this step, it lacks the most important ability of all living beings: eating.

"The ghost cat's recipes are very mixed, in some places it eats lizards, in some places it eats fish, and in some places it can even hunt ghouls. However, it is not possible or necessary for a ghost cat to have the ability to digest all food at the same time. They are chosen to adapt their diet to the local environment by inheriting the feeding ability from their mother's milk. ”

"In other words, without enough milk, the ghost cat can't eat?"

"It's a flaw, obvious. Old man Kiprin sighed, "The mother-child bond of the ghost cat is far more important than that of other creatures, and the ghost cat cub will even inherit the obedience to the domesticator from the milk. So you see what is written here, the breeding and domestication of ghost cats is far more troublesome than other creatures, they may be subordinate to one person for generations, not a family, and they will not be outsiders, so this line of work died out before it became popular, and only these records remained. ”

"Is there nothing I can do about it? unless I'm going to catch a suckling ghost cat now?"

The old man sighed, sat down dejectedly, and reached out to touch the midnight that was lying on the desk. Midnight was motionless, as if it were dead, but it was still breathing stubbornly, proving that it was alive with its soft black fur that trembled slightly. "Feige, if you can find a nursing ghost cat, then it can be saved. But this season, neither the ghost cat nor you can be active in the Sunset Mountains, so this possibility is not at all. I...... I still can't figure out why this little guy is still alive, it's beyond the average survivability. So ......"

The old man Kiprin paused, looking very hesitant, but Feige didn't dare to delay, and grabbed the old man's hand: "So...... There must still be a way, right?"

The old man stopped talking, his mouth pursed tightly. He dodged Feige's gaze, his head down, but he didn't avoid Midnight's two big eyes. So the old man sighed, took a piece of chalk, and wrote a string of numbers on the wooden desk: "05-7-4-12:6". Then, he patted Feige on the shoulder, tapped the number, and left without saying a word.

What kind of dumb riddle is this? Feige didn't understand it right away, but he knew that Lord Snowy Owl wouldn't be out of the picture, and that the solution to saving Midnight was there. His eyes widened, his brain was sharpened, and he firmly imprinted this line in his heart. It's a string of numbers, what can the numbers be used for, is it some kind of encoding?

He looked up and knew he had found the answer. He was in the library, what else could the code be? Old man Kiplin told him more than once: Books can be read, but they must be put back in their place, so that they can be counted. So that string of codes must be the fifth row of bookshelves, the seventh frame, the fourth layer, the twelfth book. As for 6?

Feige quickly found the book, a silver-sealed spell book called Vibrant. Flipping through the cover with the sensation of electrical stimulation, the sixth chapter is written "Vitality Transfer".

This is a spell book that studies how to resurrect, and the methods used are very evil. When the caster is old, he looks for a suitable young body, cultivates and transforms it through a series of methods, and then transfers all his will to the past, and finally destroys the soul of the young body, so that the dove occupies the magpie's nest. In Chapter 6, Vitality Transfer, there is a nurturing ritual.

In an emergency, the blood of the young body can be used to maintain the vitality of the old mage, so that he can barely survive until all the cultivation is completed and the standard of soul transfer is reached. This ritual comes from the study of vampires, and is much less effective than vampires, and can only hang the last breath of the recipient from dying.

The instructions for the ceremony are followed by a large list of side effects, but it is certain that they are all for the donor, and the recipient is safe. Feige memorized the contents, then took his book and midnight, found all his tools, and went to the meditation room at the top of the tower. He needed a quiet place to perform this "evil" ritual, and the meditation room was the best place.

The steps of the ritual are very simple, after all, this is a life-saving thing in an emergency, if it takes a long time to prepare, then the old mage who urgently needs the ritual will already die. Feige quickly got the prework done, he sat down cross-legged, placed Midnight on the knee of his left leg, and then needed to make a slash in the palm of his hand to bleed.

He was in a state of agitation and euphoria all the time, which led to a trance. The rush and worry made his eyes tremble, and the knife rested on his wrist.

Blood was enough, and Feige smiled bitterly and died back in hell.