The hairless griffin struggled in the distance, trying to extinguish the alchemical flames that were still burning on the flesh. The sharp stones on the ground added more flesh-and-blood wounds, and made it wail one after another. But for Feige, the most dangerous moment seems to be over, at least he won't be caught in the sky by the flying beast.

Rising from the ground and pulling Eddie up, Feige looked at the fluttering griffon from afar. It can be said that this time he was able to escape, and the alchemical potion of the explosion played the most important role, especially the green flame that could be burned tightly on the flesh. Feige tried to recall, but neither the memories of the past nor the records in the alchemy formula notebook mentioned this alchemy flame.

"How do you know the recipe?" Feige thought.

Eddie covered his nostrils with a handkerchief, and managed to stop the nosebleed. He recovered from his fright and immediately realized that it was Feige who had saved him. Had he not been violently pulled off his horse before, he might have become a skewer of griffon's claws passing through it, and he would have died along with the pack horse.

"Young Master, thank you for saving my life. ”

"No thanks. Feige smiled at him, then pointed to the Ice Peak Fortress and said, "Look, the city gate is open, and someone is coming." ”

A man came galloping on horseback, and behind him there was a slow-moving flatbed carriage, driven by two teenagers. Dressed in light leather armor, the knight galloped with the horse's movements, rushing down the steep hill like a stream, and was clearly a good rider. If his head wasn't bare, which affected the overall image, this riding skill alone would have caused the noble ladies to scream.

The steed stopped beside the master and servant, and the dust stirred up along the way was blown by the wind, but not the slightest trace of Feiqi's body was touched. The rider jumped down, looking at the two of them with pale golden pupils, and there were no mood swings on his serious face.

"Merchant?" he asked, "or a traveler?"

"Neither, I'm heading to the Ice Peak Fortress to get a new identity there. ”

"Criminal?" he looked at Feige from head to toe, then at Eddie again, "Guilty, but still with a maid, it seems that you are a nobleman." ”

"I'm a man!" Eddie squealed like a cat with its tail stepped on.

Still expressionless, the knight pointed a finger to himself and said his name: "Giles." ”

"Oh, I'm Fitch Hall, from ...... Why are you going to walk away without listening to me? What are you going to do?"

Giles walked between Feige and Eddie and drew his sword from his waist. "Griffon, it's not dead yet. ”

The griffin is still struggling on the ground, and this is actually the most dangerous time. It saw the reflection of the metal on the longsword, and suddenly rolled over, facing Giles. With a wingspan of nearly ten meters, a sharp beak nearly a meter long, and four strong long legs with claws like short swords, all of them are deadly weapons.

Thankfully, it couldn't fly.

Giles bent down slightly, his eyes fixed on the griffin, carefully controlling his distance from it. Taking advantage of this time, Feige and Eddie hurriedly retreated, since they couldn't help, then at least don't make trouble, right?When they reached the position where they (thought they were) safe, Feige immediately began to pay attention: how did the warriors of the Ice Peak Fortress fight, and why did he carry two crossbows?

The griffin kept making warning calls, its paw raking at the ground, sparks sparking at the stones. Giles was calm and relaxed, and he kept a steady pace. He swirled his long sword, the sharp blade and the stunningly long hilt drawing circles in the air. The griffon's attention was drawn to the glow of the sword, and he didn't notice that Giles had removed the heavy crossbow from his waist.

The bolts were loaded in advance and shot out with the movement of raising the hand. The griffon was completely unaware of this situation and could not react at all. A crossbow bolt nearly a palm-long shot stabbed into its eye, bursting and squirting sparkling water, then a liquid mixed with blood flowed down.

The griffin went crazy, and kicked all four times, and even climbed on the ground with both wings, just to pounce as fast as he could, and bite the hunter in front of him to death. Giles took two steps back, threw away the heavy crossbow in his hand, and then held the sword in both hands. He pulled the hilt of his sword with both arms, and it actually made it longer!

The long hilt of the sword originally had a retractable mechanism, and when elongated, it could be more than a spear. Giles suddenly lunged forward and handed out a weapon of nearly three meters. Not knowing if it was a spear or a sword, Feige only knew that the sharp tip spiraled through the air and then stabbed exactly into the griffon's throat.

The charging griffin couldn't stop himself, and his neck was directly pierced. Its head was raised high, trying to straighten its front paws for a final revenge. However, thanks to the length of the weapon, Giles was able to safely hide out of the griffon's attack range while still being able to control the monster's movements through the weapon.

The griffin scratched in the air a few times, then fell to the ground and died.

Giles waited for a few more moments before slowly drawing his weapon. Feige was about to step forward to congratulate him—almost by the way—when he saw Giles stab the griffin with a spear and sword (naming it indiscriminately) a few more times.

The corpse shook and it would not be killed again.

"Your martial arts are awesome!" Fei Qi praised repeatedly: "You shoot arrows so accurately, you were the one who operated the crossbow machine from the city wall before, right?"

Giles nodded, without the slightest smug expression. He silently gathered the hilt of his sword, then took out a cloth to wipe the blood from the blade. He took care of his weapons very carefully, and there was a rare hint of tenderness in his eyes.

This is a great but kind of weird guy. Feige picked up the crossbow from the ground and handed it to him, but he just nodded his head and didn't say thank you. "The griffons won't come back to life, will they? Can I go and see them?"

"Nope. It's my booty. ”

"Your booty?" Fei Qi blinked, wanting to see what kind of character this man was and how he could get along in the future, so he said, "It was my alchemical potion that burned all its feathers." If it still had hair, it would have flown away. ”

"I can shoot it with an arrow. ”

"You're slapped. ”

"The green fire is caused by a crossbow. ”

"Do you mean to say that you knew in advance that the city wall crossbow would trigger my alchemy fire, so that's why you fired it?"

Giles frowned and said slowly, "I killed the griffin. ”

"I don't deny that. Fei Qi waved his hand and said, "However, the alchemy potion is mine, and without this, there would be no fire." If you don't think I have my share of the loot, then you should pay me for the loss of the alchemy. Oh yes, that horse is mine too. It was still alive when it was caught in the air, and it was the crossbow that shot it through the neck and killed it, so you have to pay for it. ”

Giles suddenly turned the long sword, and then inserted it back into the scabbard accurately: "Okay, you can go and see." ”

Feige was startled by the blade, and sweat was pouring out of his forehead. He glanced at Giles, crooked the corners of his mouth, and walked over to the griffin corpse. He blocked the view of others with his own body, and then summoned the Soul Dagger, less than three minutes before the griffon's death.

The Soul Dagger is made of sharp horns on the top of the Hellnet's head, dark red, with crystal-like profiles distributed on its surface. The edges of these profiles are as sharp as a knife's edge, but they don't hurt Feige. It reminded him of the Crystal Throne in Hell, which had a similarly sharp profile that wouldn't hurt him either, and perhaps there was some connection between the two.

The dagger is so sharp that it can easily pierce the griffon's skin. A warm sensation passed through the dagger into the palm of his hand, and Feige immediately realized: the soul had been collected, and the amount was small, but it was better than nothing.

Only the souls of truly intelligent beings are of great value, among which the devil and the fallen are precious. Although the griffin has some intelligence, it is still far from producing wisdom, and its "soul" is actually closer to the "spirit", just a small amount of money.

Small money is also money, money is life, life is time, and time is hope. Although Feige didn't want to pin his hopes on collecting souls, the reality was so cruel - who told him to be trapped in hell? After collecting a little money and quietly hiding the dagger again, Feige turned to look at Giles, "How much is this loot worth?"

Giles shook his head and said nothing. At this time, the carriage of the Ice Peak Fortress arrived, and two teenagers jumped out of the car. The older ones carried several bundles of rope on their backs, and their black hair was tied in a short ponytail behind their heads. The younger, round face, smiling all the time, sat firmly on the board of the car, controlled the reins with one hand, and stroked the horse's buttocks with the other to avoid the smell of blood irritating the animals.

"You're lucky that Giles happened to be walking on the walls and saw you being attacked. The beast is greedy, and it will first kill its main prey in the valley, and then turn its head and catch you again, so that there will be several meals of food. The older one took the bundle of rope off his shoulders and threw it around the griffon's carcass in a half circle. "My name is Tron, and my fat brother is Ramsden. Who are you, and why did you come to such a remote place?"

"Feige Hale," Feige introduced himself, "I'm in trouble and want to join Icepeak Fortress. ”

The movement of Tron's hand suddenly stopped. "Really, just you or the two of you?"

"I'm the only one. Eddie will be home in a while. ”

"That's fine, one less counts as one. Tron crooked his mouth: "It's not uncommon to come to the castle for indulgences. But the people who brought you to Ice Peak Fortress must hate you. ”

"Why do you say that?"

"Because it's not a good place, of course!" said Tron, who skillfully tied up the griffon's carcass with rope to make it easy to carry to the car. Giles watched the whole time, but only stretched his foot once, as if to point to a mistake in the tie-up. Tron immediately adjusted.

"What are the griffons doing when they're brought back?" Feige asked.

"Of course it's eating!" said Tron with a smile, "It's good luck this time, a fire saves the trouble of plucking." ”

The chubby Ramsden fixed the carriage and came to help, saying, "But you can't eat the burnt place." I see that the flame is green, and it must be poisonous, so that a lot of meat is wasted. And, with a horse, too. ”

"Don't worry, I'm going to Grandpa Kipling and ask for a bottle of purifying potion from him. Meat is a good thing, but it can't be wasted. ”

"Yes, it's a shame to be wasted. Ramsden said with a smile.