Before the griffin could land, the net flew over its head. At the same time, Ramsden and Didrite dodged out from behind the trees and shot with their crossbows. They threw away their crossbows after firing a shot, and picked up another crossbow that was loaded beside them.

For five seconds, the thumping sound didn't stop. A lot of things happened in that short period of time, and they were all lightning, but Feige could remember them all. He saw the griffin struck by the crossbow arrow, and the blood beads formed a long column of liquid that spurted out of the wound and was scattered by the violently flapping wings, he saw the feathers peel off, flutter, hover, and fall, he ran with all his might, avoiding the claws that clung to his head, he saw the net hanging over the griffin's head and chased after him, and he saw the shining crossbow that he had planned to catch.

He lunged at him, rolling on the ground from mid-air with the help of a crossbow bolt tied to the net. At this time, the sound of the griffin hitting the ground roared behind him, accompanied by a shrill scream and the sound of howling wind. Feige felt a push in his back, and his speed accelerated. But that's just right, he rolled twice on the ground, and then raised his crossbow high: "I caught it!"

"Cross-run!" Tron shouted.

By this time, Wu Ma Ma and Tron had already jumped out of their hiding places, each grasping one end of the net and starting to cross positions. Feige was going to do the same thing as Ramsden. The net is easy to break free of, but the net of the Eagle School is specially designed to make the net tighter and more complicated to wrap up as long as it is simply crossed once.

Feige immediately ran in the direction of Ramsden, but after three steps, he stumbled for some reason and almost fell to the ground. "Hold on!" Ramsden's round face had turned red, and he was running as hard as he could, and Fitch was not to be outdone.

By this time, Tron had already raised his sword and spear to fight with the griffin, and Didrite had finished shooting, drew his heavy sword, chanted the name of the goddess of truth and thunder, cast a divine spell, and began to charge.

"You're hurt, on the back. Ramsden and Feige exchanged their crossbows, overlapping and wrapping them around. "Hold on, run back, and get out of the way!"

Hurt? Feige only felt it at this time, and his back really hurt hotly. However, it should be just a flesh wound, and it doesn't matter if you bleed a little. Even if it bleeds to death, this wound is the easiest to resurrect - it is better than breaking bones. Because of this, he couldn't help but smile lightly, even a little contemptuously. Ramsden was shocked by this look.

Feige and Ramsden completed the swap run, which was a little slower than Witch Mama and Kyle, but it didn't affect the plan. The griffin had a bear trap on its chest and right front leg, and several crossbow bolts stuck in its neck and buttocks, and blood flowed out and flew into the air. It struggled, but its head and wings were still wrapped around the net, which tightened as it flicked from side to side, restricting its movements. Every time it raised its head and bit down on the rope with its sharp, strong beak, Tron's sword and spear stabbed at it.

The griffon suddenly turned, its sharp beak pecking at Tron's sword and spear. Only two "clicks" were heard, and the metal blade was bitten off, and the fragments were thrown out by the griffon. Tron immediately threw away the barrel of the gun in his hand and leaped backwards to dodge the claw's swing, drawing his short sword behind his back.

"Short swords are useless!Use an axe, attack the wings!" said Kyrie with his crossbow and shot, and although he was only one-handed, he fired as fast as Witch Mama.

"Didlet, you're in charge!" Tron snapped up, tossed his dagger at the griffon, and drew his axe. The dagger slammed into the net and bounced off, causing no damage, but it also attracted a moment's attention.

Didrite raised her heavy sword with both hands, took two steps, and actually accelerated into a blurry afterimage. She quickly approached the griffon, lightning shining on the blade. "Thunderbolt Slash!"

"Don't!" Feige feared that this powerful attack would cut the net to pieces, but the blade of the sword had simply slipped through the net and nothing had touched. It was just a shining thunderbolt falling from the sky, like a brilliant javelin, piercing the griffon.

!!The griffin's body was directly cut short, and its four legs were forked, cutting deep grooves in the ground, so that it was not smashed down. Lightning struck the back of its neck, its feathers turned to ashes in black smoke, and the smell of its flesh being roasted was the same as that of trap jerky not far away.

Feige let out a long sigh of relief, he had already run back to the bushes before him, and pulled out his heavy crossbow under the camouflage net. Before he could take aim, he heard Ramsden shouting "Be careful!" and the sound was clearly directed at him, so Feige didn't even look at it, and hurried behind the trunk.

"Bang!" the griffon crashed into the tree with the net, and discarded debris flew past Feige's ear. Despite being attacked by multiple people, the griffon still has Fitch as its primary target. With all its might, it stuck its head and claws out of the net, grabbing as far as it could. On two occasions, Feige felt that he was going to die, and on both occasions he was saved by Tron and Dedewlett's blocks, respectively.

"Chop off the wings! can't let it fly!" Caley threw away his crossbow, grabbed the flail, and rushed up, "Tron, wings!"

"Leave me alone! Listen to Kylie, chop off the wings!" Feige lay on the ground with his legs on the trunk of the tree, and slid out on his back. The blood swiped a wide line beneath him, helping him move slightly out of range of the griffon's attack. The heavy crossbow was fired at this time, but unfortunately it was crooked.

Feige took a deep breath and concentrated on the incantation. As "SUA" flew out of his mouth, he was engrossed, and what he saw, heard, smelled, and touched in his senses became very objective and even a little distant in that moment, as if through a computer screen. Only spells, only bear traps that move with their minds, are part of the real world.

The last two clips fly up in turn, one for the head and one for the feet. The griffon responded immediately, backing away and raising its head. And Feige actually made up for the third "SUA" in this short moment, controlled the two bear traps at the same time, and went straight to the junction of the griffin's wings and body.

"Click!" "Click!" the bear trap snapped hard, and the griffin raised its head in pain. After Fige cast the spell, his mind was in a trance, and his vision became hazy. He vaguely saw Cale leap into the air and slam the griffon's head with a flail, he saw Didriet fight the griffin's beak with his heavy sword, completely blocking its movements, and he saw Tron grab the net and climb onto the griffin's back and start chopping wood?

He noticed that he had a nosebleed, and then he fainted consciously.

This time he didn't die, and it wasn't an out-of-body soul caused by meditation, he just fainted. After an unknown amount of time, he felt as if a soft tongue was licking him. It certainly wasn't Didlet, so he decided to wake up.

Midnight Briquettes saw that he was awake, so she licked his paws, "haired", and jumped off his chest.

"Wake up, lie down and don't move, the wound on your back hasn't been glued yet, so don't tear it open. Tron leaned against the trunk of the tree and sat down beside Feige: "The griffon has been killed, you are the most seriously injured, and the others are only lightly injured at most." Ramsden is cooking, Witch Mama and Didrite are dismembering the bodies, and Kylie is on guard. ”

"Then why don't you do anything, and be as depraved as I am?" Feige glanced at Tron.

"I must have broken a rib and dislocated my shoulder from too much force, so I also fell and was treated as a casualty. "T-t- There's a lot of blood, and you're going to have to be empty for a while, but it's not life-threatening. ”

"Seriously, I'm not going to die. Feige sat up straight.

Tron wanted to stop it, but considering that it might be some kind of stubbornness, like not wanting to be the only one lying on the ground, or at least having to sit up to be the winner, or something. He smiled and shifted to the side, making way for his back to rest against the tree.

Feige felt a little hot in his back, and he probably had another small wound that had broken open. But it didn't matter, he smelled the herb and knew that it had been smeared, so he didn't have to worry. If these people can put him lying down, it means that there is nothing big about his back.

Midnight cocked his tail and paced slowly. Its steps are elegant, and the hind foot always lands exactly where the front foot has stepped on. Holding it around its belly, Feige picked Midnight in his arms, then pointed to the corpse of the griffon in the distance and said, "I have avenged you." ”

Feige did not avenge the death of the paladins on the road, which was the result of their carelessness, lack of alertness, and lack of training. In his opinion, the griffin killed Midnight's family, which can be called hatred. Looking down at midnight, the little black guy seemed to understand the connection between the griffin, himself and his unseen family, and what revenge was. But it couldn't speak, so it licked the back of Feige's hand, then bit his finger lightly, and then lay down on its side, looking at the dismembered griffon with tears in its eyes.

"It's done before dark, let's rest for the night and start walking back tomorrow. Tron breathed a long sigh of relief: "Goddess bless, this troublesome matter has finally been solved by us!"

"Yes, Goddess bless. Feige also felt a lot more relaxed—more likely due to blood loss.

"Feige. Tron leaned over and said in a low voice, "Your performance is amazing. It is brave to provoke the griffin to lure it into a trap with one's own bait, to attack with a mind to move the bear trap, it is whimsical, and to continue fighting after being injured and to use all its strength is tenacity. You're so good!"

"Wait a minute, am I doing well, is that a bad thing?"

"Of course not!" Tron looked at Feige in a daze.

"Then why are you so quiet?"

"Haha!" Tron craned his neck and yelled, "Feiqi, you're good!"

A flock of birds in the distance were startled, and the griffin corpse was shaken with anger, but Feige plucked out his ears and pretended to be calm and said, "I know, I know, why are you so loud? I can't keep a low profile!"