"Seeing this, I felt for a moment that the last days didn't seem to be all bad."

Holding a yellow-brown storm feather on her green white fingers, she summoned the wilted Storm Griffin cub, and Xue Feifei touched its head with curiosity and some pity.

After being successfully contracted, the cub had completely lost its previous will to resist, and instead regarded Xue Feifei, who was holding the Storm Feather, as its owner. Sticking out his head obediently and flapping his wings gently, he doesn't look domineering as an adult at all, but a little cute.

Very flattering.

Next to her, Fang Jin also summoned his contracted griffin cub. Then he cut a python that he had just killed into pieces of minced meat and fed them to them.

The growth rate of the storm griffin is still quite fast, not to mention that it is not as big as an adult now, as long as it is raised properly, it can grow in size in a few months. If you don't pursue combat effectiveness and only use it for riding, supplemented by special rations for griffins obtained from black merchants, you can meet the requirements in four or five months at the earliest!

If it was just to pursue an ordinary flying mount, then Fang Jin and Xue Feifei could call it a day and return now.

But he still has a little higher pursuit in his heart.

It's rare to climb to the top of Tiandu Peak, and there is no reason to be so easily satisfied. He wanted to try again and see if he could get his hands on an elite griffin cub. Even if it really doesn't work, at least catch a few more ordinary cubs back.

After feeding and teasing for a while, Fang Jin recalled the griffin again, and found the second nest target with Xue Feifei, who had become more and more close.

………

While Fang Jin was still trying to steal eggs in Huangshan, outside Shu County, where the Rescuers' Guild was located, a dusty convoy slowly drove into the county seat from the southwest.

They were a professional warband from Yuedong's side.

The warband has been around for a long time, but there aren't many of them. At most, when the beast tide attacked half a year ago, it once reached thirty-four people. Later, there were several dangers, many casualties, and new professionals joined, but in general, the power has been shrinking.

So far, there are only eleven professionals left, of which only seven are in the bronze rank.

They couldn't sustain themselves in the Yuedong area, so they had no choice but to go to He'an in the northeast and prepare to take refuge in the official base.

However, the convoy was not very lucky, and it was attacked four or five times dangerously along the way. Not only were several family members killed, but the trucks carrying most of the supplies, food and oil were also burned in the fighting.

In desperation, they heard from the professionals they met that there was a very powerful guild nearby, so they decided to temporarily change the route and drove more than ten kilometers to Shu County.

Finding a nearby place to rest is undoubtedly a blessing in the last days.

But the leaders of the convoy didn't seem to be very happy.

"I hope that guild in Shu County is easy to deal with."

Seeing the convoy gradually entering the county, the melancholy on the face of Lu Shou, the leader of the war group, became more and more obvious.

You must know that this is the second year of the last days, and many professional forces already have a strong sense of territory. Outsiders are usually wary of outsiders, or have a certain degree of malice. Selling supplies at a high price is already the most basic. Some despicable ones even turned their faces and killed people directly after finding out the details of outsiders.

Their small war group, with only a dozen or so people, although they don't have much oil and water, it is not difficult to deal with it.

In particular, listening to the few professionals I met by chance said that the guild called the Rescuer was still very strong, Lu Shou's worries were naturally even stronger.

Some people may wonder why they don't know that the Guild of the Rescuers has such a big reputation. This is actually easy to understand: the Yuedong region is located in the southwest border of Anhui Province, which is a very remote town, and it is not on the main transportation route. After the outbreak of the end times, almost no out-of-town professionals will pass through them. In addition, the strength of the war group itself is not strong, it belongs to the kind of corner of the country that can get by, in the case of the end of the world, it is normal not to have heard of the Savior's Guild!

Next to Lu Shou, Zhang Zhilin, another master of the battle group, was also a little nervous.

It's just that it's all here, and it's useless to worry so much. So, Zhang Zhilin comforted: "Didn't we ask, saying that the reputation of the Rescuers' Guild is quite good." What's more, how strong the power can be in a small place, don't look at those few people boasting like a flower, it may not be much stronger than our war group in the past. ”

"That's right."

Lu Shou nodded, he also felt that it was unlikely that a small place like Shu County would have a strong force. As long as it is not a crushing advantage, you will be more vigilant on your side and leave immediately after the supply, but there may not be an accident.

Several other bronze ranks, most of them had similar thoughts, and the atmosphere in the car couldn't help but ease a little.

"Or tell the members not to make trouble. Even if you encounter any provocations, you can endure them. Another master, Zheng Jie, said that he, Zhang Zhilin and Lu Shou were the strongest three in this small battle group, and they could play a decisive role.

"It's fine."

Lu Shou was as good as a stream, opened the car window, and loudly explained to the people behind him.

By this time, the convoy was getting closer and closer to the guild territory. Through the car window, the first few professionals looked ahead, and suddenly looked stunned.

"That's ...... What the? ”

The driver who drove the car was Zhang Zhimeng, a member of the Gray Iron Class of Level 6, who was Zhang Zhilin's younger brother. At this moment, he pointed to the air in the distance with a shocked expression, completely unable to comprehend what he was seeing in front of him.

In the canopy, a silver enchantment closed the sky, enveloping the entire guild territory!

Lu Shou and Zheng Jie were also stunned and didn't know what to say, the real guild was obviously beyond their imagination.

With this consternation, the convoy slowly approached the guild territory. After being inspected, registered, and cleared at the outlying checkpoints, the convoy drove through the last 5 kilometers to the original headquarters of the Guild of the Rescuers.

However, they were even more shocked by the lively and peaceful scene here.

Thanks to the strong force of the Salvation Guild, the original station next to the guild's territory, except for some family members of the settled Salvation Guild, has been opened up into a very safe trading market.

After the development of the last few months, coupled with the guidance and promotion of Fang Jin behind it, the place has gradually evolved its own rules: every weekend, there will be two days of assembly time here. The Survivors' Guild will sell some of its own potions and equipment here, and will also buy all kinds of supplies needed.

There is a demand for business opportunities, there is a security guarantee, and everything will come naturally.

Especially in the last month or two, the reputation has spread, not only the members of the Baishanhe-Chaohu Alliance, but even the guild forces in the northern part of Anhui Province have driven hundreds of miles to here.

The entire trading market has become extraordinarily prosperous.

Professionals who maintain order, both parties involved in buying and selling, official supply and marketing groups of some forces within the alliance, and families of survivors who provide various services to the workers to make ends meet...... scattered and scattered, there were as many as seven or eight hundred people in total.

Perhaps for the age of civilization, this scale is nothing at all, not even a small wholesale market.

But in the midsummer of the second year of the last days, it was already a prosperity that Lu Shou couldn't even dream of!