Indeed, as John had thought before, this time he did not come out to hunt by himself, but to sit by and watch the little dragon vulture hunt. The little dragon vulture was much more active along the way than before, and every time it spotted its prey, it had already launched an attack before John could make a move, and the whole hunt did not require John's involvement. It was evident that the little dragon vulture seemed to want to show John his hunting skills, and each time he chose a different prey, first a python, then an agile jungle leopard cat, a group of monkeys that lived in groups and were even the overlord of the river, a huge carnivorous fish.

John hadn't paid attention to it before, but then he figured it out, wasn't this proof that the griffin cub wanted his parents to show off his hunting skills and show that he could live on his own without relying on his parents? Breaking open the belly of the giant fish that was still struggling on the river beach, and throwing all the unwanted entrails back into the water, John washed the fish in the river water, found a vine, passed through the gills of the fish and hung it on his body, and put away the prey that had been placed on the little dragon vulture but was now spilled on the ground, and took the little dragon vultures and walked to the cave. The harvest was quite good, but it was far from enough to survive the winter. Fortunately, I still have space to ensure that the things I put in it will not deteriorate, otherwise it would be a pity if these things break.

After walking a few steps, John remembered something, and patted his head with his free right hand: he obviously had a space to put things, but now he stupidly carried things on his back, and his head was dizzy? While thinking so, he put everything into the space, and walked to the cave of the king, where he and the little dragon vulture were wandering. On the way, he met Lily with firewood on her back, and John put Lily's firewood into the space by the way.

Back in the cave, John took all his prey out and began to remove the flesh from the prey with a knife. The little dragon vulture stood nearby, and every time John threw the flesh off the bone, the little dragon vultures would hold it to his side and chew it slowly. John didn't just leave the meat removed, but roasted and dehydrated it on a stone slab on the side and made it into jerky. After all, I do have space, and I am not afraid of food spoiling, but I can't always keep all the food here for myself, right?

Lily understands the horrors of winter better than John and the little dragon vulture, and after seeing that John and the little dragon vulture don't have some prey, they get these things next to them, but what can they do? One is the master, the other is the master's mount, and in terms of their own status, what can they do if they don't work by themselves? After piling up the firewood, Lily took the freshly roasted jerky that John threw over, waved her wings, and flew out to find firewood. After all, in the past, it was not uncommon to kill slaves to reduce consumption due to lack of resources during the winter, and Lili didn't want to be killed due to her laziness now, and the lack of firewood and food in the winter.

Despite what Lily was thinking, John was still doing his own thing as before. To be honest, the resources that Lily is now collecting are prepared according to the weight of John, Lily and the little dragon vulture, but in fact, John's resources are very sufficient, and he doesn't need to worry about his own supplies, and the little dragon vulture, just the meat of the rock dragon, has long met the needs of the little dragon vulture, so there is no need to prepare its winter things.

But it's funny to see Lily running around like this, and John didn't explain it. Anyway, if you have your own, the food will naturally not be broken, and the firewood will be lit all the time when it is cold, and you don't need to buckle the rope. Isn't that nice? With this mentality, John watched Lily go about his game as if he were having fun.

Well, after watching it for two days in a row, John was idle, and the little griffin was bored yawning beside him. "Let's go, let's go out and see if there's anything to do. John stood up and patted the little griffin on the back. As soon as he heard that he was out playing, the little griffin came to his senses, stood up and shook his numb body, and flew out of the cave with John.

After leaving the cave, John realized that it was indeed autumn: although the woods outside the cave still looked green, if you looked closely, you could see that some of the leaves had turned yellow, and there were many fallen leaves on the ground, which was unimaginable in summer.

After autumn, it is not only John's family who need to stock up on food for the winter, but other demon beasts also need to prepare food for the winter, whether it is herbivore or carnivorous, none of them are spared. In other words, the prey at this time should be at its fattest, and when winter begins, it will already start to store nutrients and food on its own.

"It seems that we can have a good harvest today. John touched the eagle's neck, and the eagle rubbed his head against John's face.

Reaching out, he pulled out the exile's broadsword. Thinking that his obsidian greatsword had been broken and that he would probably have to use it for a while in the future, John reached out and stroked the blade gently, then flicked the knife and put it on his shoulder, opening the Eye of True Sight. A jungle leopard appeared not far away, crouching its body, aiming at a one-horned rabbit not far away. John pointed over there and said, "Little one, pick one for yourself." The little dragon vulture screamed and flew towards the leopard. John laughed and said, "What a greedy little fellow." He didn't care, and flew over there with the little dragon vulture. Watch as the vulture's onslaught knocks the leopard to the ground, and the hare runs away. John was not in a hurry to catch the rabbit, but flew in the air and followed the rabbit to see where it was fleeing.

The rabbit was alert, and instead of running back to the burrow at the first time, he ran around an area twice before finding a hole in a tree and burrowing in.

"Got there?" John turned to look at the baby dragon vulture, which was eating the leopard. Regardless of the fun over there, John's true eyes looked at the hole in the tree that the rabbit had burrowed into, which had been emptied by the rabbit at the root, and behind it was a large group of caves, which were connected by small narrow passages. Well, it seems that this rabbit has been preparing for a long time to survive the winter, and may have been digging this place as a nest for several years.

Of course, since it is a cave dug by itself, there will naturally not be only such an entrance. John looked down the cave, and when he counted it, he found seven or eight exits. "What does the Rough Stone World say about the three holes of the cunning rabbit, this is no longer the three holes. Touching his chin, John looked down the rabbit hole and thought.

But this can be regarded as adding to the fun, John moved a lot of rocks and branches, blocked those caves, and then found a passage closer to the ground, and directly stomped down, stomping the passage down, which is equivalent to directly blocking half of the rabbit's escape route. Then he dug down the broken aisle in the direction where the rabbit was. The rabbit was unlucky, and finally went out to collect some forage for the winter, and attracted such a big monster, and now his nest has been destroyed. The worst thing was that I wanted to escape, but I didn't expect to run two or three exits in a row, but they were all blocked, and I could only shrink into a corner, waiting for the fate of being captured.