They rented three horses, two for riding and one for luggage. As a qualified alchemist, Feige carried his alchemy tools with him along the way, plus dozens of semi-finished potions. He even had a small box divided into two hundred separate boxes, full of ingredients.

These alchemy items represent a wonderful time in Fege Hall's life. What remains in this past, which is now Feitch Hall, is an unbearable withdrawal reaction.

"The end of taking medicine indiscriminately!" Feige gritted his teeth and lay on his horse's back. He is not in pain, but all other sensations that his body can experience, including but not limited to numbness, itching, soreness, and stiffness, occur simultaneously or in turn. He can even experience the cold and the heat at the same time on the same organ, which is really torturous.

If you want to get rid of this feeling, you can either take out a "magic dream" from the medicine box and eat it, drink it to quench your thirst, and fall into reincarnation forever, or you can hold on to it yourself, over and over again, and experience tens of thousands of torments.

"No matter how painful the torture is, it's just a physical reaction - I will never let my spirit be affected by the nightmare!" Feige threw all the nightmares in the medicine box into the river, and tied himself to the saddle when he became ill so that he wouldn't fall off. Because withdrawal is so uncomfortable, long horseback riding is not so unbearable in comparison.

But Feige only thinks this way when he quits, and other times he complains over and over again: horseback is very uncomfortable.

As long as you don't know how to ride a horse, even if you use a "comfortable saddle", put on several layers of thick, soft clothing, or even choose a lady's sitting position – that is, a sideways position with both legs on the same side – a long ride can be torturous. At this time, Feige will miss the wide and comfortable off-road vehicle immensely.

He had an off-road vehicle, and although he never had time to drive around in the wilderness, the image of facing the wind, facing the clouds, and wearing the sun was imprinted in his mind as long as a memory. But the preconceived fantasy was severely shattered by the reality in front of him. The muddy and rugged roads, the wild howling woods, the poor, numb villagers with wary eyes all told him that this was another world.

What's the name of this world? Sunderland, or one of the other thirty names? No one cares about the outside world anyway, so there's no need to name it uniformly. Even Feige, who is well-read in order to study the devil, doesn't know much about the world. His meagre geographical knowledge told him that they were currently on the border of the Duchy of Aria, and that the town of Collingwood in front of him was basically the northernmost town of the Duchy, and that the Icepeak Fortress was still thirty miles ahead.

That's already considered "going abroad". The Icepeak Fortress, and the chain of fortresses that run from north to south along the border, are not legally part of the Duchy of Aria, but are the territory of the Church of Truth Thunder. The Church stationed Holy Knights, Priests, and Cultivators in the fortress to defend the western direction of the Principality. In the mountains there, there are all kinds of great threats such as ghosts and beasts.

Righteous people with a sacrificial spirit can also volunteer to join the ranks of the defenders of the fortress. Serving the Thunder of Truth represents a new life, and no matter what the guilt can be forgiven, after a lifetime of service. Of course, homicide and theft of an apple are certainly not on a par with the latter being pardoned. So, over the years, the Truth Thunder Church has improved its policy by giving indulgences to high-performing "volunteers" and allowing them to leave freely.

Lords who are sheltered by the Church will approve indulgences, but they are just a piece of parchment, and they cannot protect against swords, guns, and halberds—only a fool would believe that they are amulets.

Feige has a clear mind, and Grand Duke Saloyan, nicknamed "Iron Man", is very harsh. He will certainly look at the face of the church, approve the indulgences, and will no longer judge Feige for "chemical castration". But he would definitely find another reason, such as Fitch glaring at one of the Grand Duke's dogs, and then execute him for a new crime.

Fortunately, the Grand Duke couldn't do anything in the Ice Peak Fortress. Breaking the "penal colony" would mean that the game between the nobles would change from "point to point" to "never die", and it would also destroy the relationship with the church.

Besides, the fork in the road demon is very confident, and ordinary people can't see through Feiqi's current physical condition, and will never arrest him as a "devil walking in the world" and purify him.

So, even if his butt and thighs were worn out and his bones were aching, Fitch had to get to the fortress as soon as possible.

"Young master, look, the fortress is on the hillside!"

For those accustomed to all sorts of modern tall buildings, the Icepeak Fortress is anything but spectacular, but it's still impressive. Beneath a towering snow-capped peak, on the steep sunny side, a stone castle with fortified walls and three arrow towers stands proudly.

It was a solemn and silent castle, and an atmosphere of murder greeted it. Traces of the battle can be seen from a great distance: breaches in the walls, a collapsed arrow tower, and a huge crossbow that reaches out of the walls and points to the sky. If you get a little closer, you can see that on the top of the castle wall and on the outside of the arrow tower, there are many iron spears embedded in the stone crevices and pointing to the sky. This was clearly not to guard against an enemy attacking from down the hill, but to deal with an air threat.

What is the threat in the air?

Feige looked up, the blue sky was blank and white clouds, and a small bird of no apparent species flew over and chirped. There is no industrial pollution here, everything is natural except for the castle, and it is definitely a good place for leisure tourism and retirement.

"Looks pretty good. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a shadow flew overhead, and the three horses immediately raised their front legs and neighed in panic. Feige failed to hold on to the saddle and was thrown to the ground, making close contact with the stone.

A flying beast with an eagle head, wings, four claws, and black and yellow feathers appeared overhead, staring at the three horses and two people below. It spreads its wings, its body slightly to one side, and gracefully and calmly draws an arc back from the front. In the process, its eyes never leave the prey below.

"Griffon!" Eddie shouted. He took control of his mount, and in this moment of urgency he turned around and came to Feiqi's side. Eddie leaned down and tried to stretch out his hand: "Young master, come up, let's run together!"

Passing over Eddie's shoulder, Feige could clearly see the griffon's expression and even guess its thoughts. Griffins are constantly evaluating their prey, estimating weight and calculating meat quality. It can only take one prey at a time, and it's clear that the emaciated Feige is a no-brainer.

The griffin had been an adult for a long time and had plenty of experience in hunting, so he gave up trying to catch Eddie. While capturing one man and one horse at the same time is the most profitable option, people may have weapons. If you take out those metal spikes and injure your legs or wings, you won't be able to gain more than you gain.

Feige's horse was frightened and frightened and sent it running towards the woods—the griffin hated trees, too. And the horse carrying the luggage, the mildest and most blunt, was slumped to the ground under the threat of the griffin, and the feces and urine flowed together. Seeing this, the griffin chirped excitedly, spread its paws, and began to swoop.

"Get down!" Fitch shouted. He grabbed Eddie's hand and dragged him down with all his might. His strength was lacking, but the weight advantage of age still worked. Eddie screamed and fell to Feige's side with a pop. At this moment, the griffon swept over their heads, their sharp claws whizzing against Eddie's saddle.

Hulala, sigh and rhythm...... The griffon's three claws hit the pack horse accurately, piercing it directly through its belly. Then, the front legs that were not involved in the attack kicked on the ground, the wings flapped violently, and the wind swept the sand and rocks. The griffon flew into the sky with the carcass of the horse.

"We'll be safe without a second one. Feige explained to Eddie, who had a nosebleed. At this moment, the peripheral eye of his eyes saw that the giant crossbow machine on the walls of the Ice Peak Fortress was turning, obviously in the direction of the griffin.

Feige thought that the distance was too far, and at a distance of 500 meters, modern rifles would not necessarily be able to hit. Although the griffon's speed has decreased due to the drag on the horse's weight, this will be good for aiming. But what if it misses......

He had figured out what might happen next: the griffin was frightened and might lose his horse. If it is hungry and does not want to give up, it is also an option to choose a lighter prey that does not affect its speed. It's likely to grab either Fitch or Eddie and flee at high speed.

"Don't!"

As soon as Feiqi's words fell, he saw that the crossbow machine had been activated. A silver arrow leapt from the walls at high speed, making a graceful arc towards the griffon. Eddie also saw this scene, and the master and servant stared at the giant crossbow arrows tightly, and their hearts rose to their throats, and they couldn't make any sound.

The griffon is very alert, perhaps sensing hostility or sensing danger with its sharp eyes. The bolt was already flying in the air, and it suddenly made a twist to dodge its original flight path.

At the same time, it let out a smug chirp.

Feige gasped.

The bolts shook in the air, the tips and tails of the arrows shaking, increasing in amplitude, accompanied by a buzzing sound. Under the gaze of three pairs of eyes, the crossbow arrow also seemed to turn a corner, and hit the poor dead horse "accurately". In the rain of blood, the bolt pierced through the neck, then stabbed out, striking the package on the horse's back. It contains Fitch Hall's alchemy tools, as well as various semi-finished products.

In an instant, various potions were mixed together.

Boom! The package exploded.

The green flames ignited the griffon's feathers and burned inward. The horse blew into pieces and fell. The griffin screamed, and before it could fly far, it fell hard.

Feige's ears rang nonstop.