The cold wind whistled in his ears, and the slightest cloud mist swirled around him, penetrating a thin cloud curtain, and in the eyes of the punk, everything on the ground had shrunk to an extremely delicate level, only the pillar of light of the Magic Tower was still shining straight into the clouds, and the originally huge gray swamp looked like a small handkerchief covering the green Mosa Plateau in the sky.

It was normal to see such a scene, because the punk was flying over the clouds thousands of meters high in the sky at this time, but this time he did not rely solely on the spell "Resisting the Wind Out of Thin Air", but rode a huge griffon with pale cyan feathers.

Tidying up the griffin's feathers, Punk soothed the griffin's restless soul with some displeasure.

Looking at the humanized irritated eyes of the griffin, a summoned creature with a virtual soul, Punk shook his head helplessly:

"Sure enough, I'm still not good at riding these minions, they seem to be more suitable as tools of war than vehicles."

"People who invent spells just don't know how to enjoy them, look at what models they like to add to virtual souls? In addition to all kinds of berserk and killing instincts, it's a lot of courage to die and die together, if you want me to say that this kind of spell is really boring, isn't it good for everyone to develop a spell that can be used for enjoyment?"

The person who took over the punk conversation was undoubtedly none other than Ben Rachel, who flew alongside the punk.

This guy is riding a griffon now, but the griffon underneath his ass is not a summon, but a real golden-eyed ink-feathered griffon.

The griffon's feathers looked warm and soft, and the inky down was more meaningful than the mere white, and its flight was so unhurried that Ben Rachel could sit on its back and eat roast chicken thighs while drinking.

According to Ben Rachel, the griffon's bloodline was the purest of "ink feathers" and his notoriously docile character, and he spent thirty exchange points at auction to buy it.

However, no matter how much Ben Rachel emphasized the so-called enjoyment, the punk only felt that this kind of "enjoyment" was a simple waste of time and resources, spending thirty exchange points to buy a griffon that was no more than a trainee!

As for what Ben Rachel said, "No one invents a spell fit for enjoyment...... Punk was tempted to tell him that those spells were lost during the Netherel period, but they were generally useless and untechnical, and the spell models were very complex, so it wasn't just the "motivated spellcasters" who disdained them, including Veddragia, but even the current punks don't want to waste time learning and using them (by no means admitting that they're not good at riding!).

The punk very much agrees with the words of Hassan, the Grand Arcane of the Nethriel era: "Only spells that make mages stronger are good spells, and spells that pursue pleasure are just playthings!"

However, Punk didn't have the heart to argue about these things with the fat old man who liked to enjoy himself, and after completely ignoring Ben Rachel's answer, Punk simply injected magic to strengthen his control over the summoned griffon.

While displeased with the griffin's slow "turtle speed" of only about three times the speed of sound, and feeling the instinctive will to summon the griffin's virtual soul to fight eager to fight, Punk also watched absent-mindedly from time to time as the tender green fields under the sky shrunk into plush cloth and slowly faded away, and when the wind blew, he could keenly smell the spice smell of Ben Rachel munching on chicken legs............ At this time, Punk can't help but have a helpless question: "How can you say that a good adventure has become like this"?

It all started with Punk and Ben Rachel's collaboration in the mission hall.

In fact, when Ben Rachel did not hesitate to put forward the request to participate in this dragon slaying mission together, it was then that Punk knew that Ben Rachel, a fat old man, was worse than his own loss in this black market crash, at least Punk himself was not losing or earning, but Ben Rachel really accompanied all the family wealth.

Ben Rachel, who was poorer than the punk and even owed a foreign debt, had to do the task, but he guessed that the punk would also choose to use the task to earn exchange points, so the fat old man who was afraid of the risk came to the mission hall early to wait for the punk.

Ben Rachel was hesitant to "invite" punk to form a team.

According to the information leaked by Ben Rachel, the black dragon named Ovacin Sour Throat is stronger than expected, and since Jonny Zodas, who issued the mission, did not clearly write down these stakes, it shows that he is not the kind of naïve and stupid holy warrior, if he is regarded as a novice pit for the kind of one-brained faith, in the end, it may not be who will kill whom.

In summary, this dragon slaying mission is not the kind of work that goes out to fight and takes money to call it a day, whether it is the target of the mission, Ovacin Sour Throat, or the mission client, Jonny Zodas, they all represent an independent kingdom, and there is a huge power and intelligence network in the region of the Hoth Mountains, and it is easy for a person to be used as cannon fodder in the past.

However, if Ben Rachel and Ben Rachel team up, the situation will be different, after all, whether it is Jonny Zodath or Ovacin Sour Throat, they are only a single master, and they will not have the upper hand in the face of two master mages who also belong to the Truth Mind.

There was already a punk who silently glanced at this smiling fat old man, although he was very disdainful of Ben Rachel's attitude towards the world, but he had to admit that the current Ben Rachel was a seventeenth-level plastic energy master, and the spell casting level alone was even one level higher than that of punk, and his strength should not be underestimated!

The most important thing is that Ben Rachel's powerful intelligence network of "being able to inquire about the gossip of Kirkweilun's old lover" is what Punk needs the most now, and he really doesn't dare to fight a dragon who doesn't know anything about it!

So after careful consideration, Punk agreed to Ben Rachel's invitation to cooperate with a little hesitation, and agreed on the spot that the exchange points and the loot would be divided into 55 "old methods", but Ben Rachel's information must be provided to Punk for free, which existed as compensation for Ben Rachel's last unilateral breach of contract!

That's all there is to the cooperation, as for why the two of them are riding griffons to the port city now............ This is because Benrachel does not fly spells.

Don't get me wrong, he just doesn't know how to use flight-specific spells like "Extreme Flight", it's not that he can't fly, in fact, Ben Rachel can unleash "Flame Spray" behind him to achieve the purpose of ultra-high-speed flight like Astro Boy, but in this case, on the ground, the strong light of "Flame Spray" is definitely comparable to the magnified Chikasa (sun), and the high temperature will burn all flammable items along the way, causing widespread panic or something.

There is no way, in order to take care of Ben Rachel, a strange guy who specializes in shaping other spells, Punk can only accompany him on a griffin.