What happened after that, Rodin will never forget, this memory remains in his mind, always reminding him that in this bloody world, strength is everything. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Killing such a legendary creature should be a great subject for them to remember for a lifetime and to repeat it to their children and grandchildren.

However, there is no after.

Suddenly, a series of piercing voices came, and everyone suddenly died.

How fast did the griffons fly? Just a breath, without giving everyone time to react, a group of griffons roared.

"Poof" The sound of sharp claws passing through his body, in front of Rodin, Jeff still maintained his stunned expression, and a pair of deadly claws instantly pierced his chest. Blood splattered, mixed with minced meat, and shot Rodin in the face.

The griffon dragged Jeff into the air like a raging wind, letting out a sharp and sarcastic roar, and its claws slammed into pieces, shattering Jeff into countless pieces of flesh and blood, and the human body was as fragile as a papier-mâché doll under its claws.

In the sky, a burst of bewitching and bloody flesh rain suddenly fell.

The terrifying sounds of "poof" and "poof" are endless. The 30 or so guards were like turtles in an urn, and in an instant, five of them were concocted by the huge griffin beast and shattered into a rain of blood.

Rodin's mind went blank, and the wailings, screams, and shouts in his ears were endless. Time seemed to stand still, and a pair of invisible hands grabbed his throat, causing him to lose his voice in an instant.

"Don't run, fight!"

The familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and Fletcher, who was as timid as a mouse, actually burst out with unprecedented courage at this critical juncture. This shout, like a spring thunderbolt, woke Rodin from endless suffocation.

A pair of giant claws continued to enlarge in Rodin's sight,

"Move, move!"

Subconsciously rolled on its side, the airborne griffon pounced and slid forward for some distance. Rodin's face was like frost, his chest rose and fell violently, his lips trembled invisibly, and he pulled out "Elwin".

The griffon, which had returned in vain, seemed to be annoyed, and with a sharp roar, fluttered its huge wings, and charged towards Rodin.

Blowing against the wind, Rodin obeyed the instinct of his body, a stream of heat gushed out, a very agile reflexive side-spin, at the moment when the griffin's huge body was about to collide, and it passed by, with the inertia of rotation, holding the sword in both hands, as if he had practiced countless times, stabbing out, the sword entered and exited the dragon, a clear light slashed, and the sharp blade pierced into a soft place without any suffocation - a sword burst chrysanthemum.

At the same time, a huge dragging force came from his hand, and "Elwin" came out of his hand, and was dragged by the griffin beast of the popping chrysanthemum, and let out a howl of great sorrow.

When the remaining four griffons heard this, they immediately put down their pursuers and surrounded Rodin.

"Don't be afraid, Rodin has already killed a griffon. There are four left, and we have more than twenty of them. ”

Fletcher shouted again.

The main reason why the escort team fell into this situation was due to the successful sneak attack of the griffon beast lightly, which disrupted the formation of the team and broke the morale. The surviving guards, after a tragic baptism, were all covered in blood, and gradually, regained their courage.

And Rodin's sword was like a divine help, and Fletcher's cry was like a heart booster, further stabilizing their originally panicked emotions. The sheriff died tragically, his compatriots died tragically, how cruel the monsters were, let them go, how can their wives and children, relatives and friends be safe?

A momentum of death with the enemy quietly spread.

"Brothers, if you fight, you'd rather die standing than live on your knees!"

There was a sound of long swords unsheathed, and five or six crossbow arrows scattered were also picked up, and they shot continuously at the charging griffon.

At this time, the three griffons were hit by several arrows, and the figure that had been rushing forward was stunned, and its speed slowed down significantly. The rest of the guards rushed forward in a swarm, and the unarmed Rodin took advantage of this gap and ran desperately to the side.

However, there was another griffin that chased after him relentlessly, and in a few breaths it pounced on him.

Rodin turned his back to the griffon, and after the sword just now, the whole person felt a sense of weakness, and only had time to deflect half of his body, and the other half was hit hard. An incomparable force came, and Rodin was like a tattered cloth bag, instantly knocked out from a distance, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Whoa", spit out a mouthful of red blood, and the body was generally unable to exert its strength, and the pain in the chest was burning.

Step by step, like a devil's minions, the griffon came to Rodin, condescending, with a cruel and angry look in his eyes.

Rodin seemed to hear the death knell ringing, and his life was over.

Explosion of seeds, small universe explosion.

Why? When death comes, there is no shadow of the so-called golden finger at all.

It turns out that I'm just an ordinary little person.

Shouldn't I be thankful that I still have so much time to whine before I die.

Thinking like this, his body seemed to regain a little strength, however, the griffon didn't give him a chance at all, and its sharp beak was like a knife, like the sword of Damocles hanging over his head, and stabbed down suddenly.

"Uhh

The pain, which could not be expressed in words, was so painful that Rodin was paralyzed and lost sensation throughout the right side of his face, and lost half of his vision forever.

In the sight of its blood-stained left eye, the griffon gently opened its large mouth and swallowed the eyeball that was clinging to the dense blood vessels.

"Huh. There was a nervous laugh as thin as a gossamer, and something in my heart shattered like glass.

"Rodin, I'm here to save you. No sooner had Fletcher finished speaking than the griffon spun around quickly, its right wing flarging in a ferocious slap. Fletcher, who was holding a sword and preparing to sneak attack, was fanned out five or six meters.

Suddenly, it felt a man crawl up on its back, along its body all the way to his head.

Then there was a stinging pain in the neck, and the blood slid down the fur, and the griffin began to move wildly.

Rodin was lying firmly on the back of the griffin like an eight-clawed spider, one wing clasped tightly between his feet, and his hands tugging at the dark brown hair on its neck. As the griffon swung violently, the hollow right eye splattered with a hint of red.

"If you die, you have to drag a cushion on your back, bite this beast to death!"

Under the double pressure of the threat of death and the excruciating pain of his body, his reason was completely submerged, and the madness hidden in his body was released silently, and in an instant he turned into a hungry lone wolf, grinning to the extreme, almost deformed mouth mechanically opening and closing, and tearing at the griffon's neck like a storm.

In the body, the rock breathing method, which could only run in a stationary state, spontaneously worked at an unprecedented speed. A breath of breath kept running along the limbs, and everywhere it passed, it was hot and hot, but it continued to give birth to strength.

The mouth was full of flesh and blood, the throat was constantly rising and falling and swallowing, half of the face was covered with blood, and the right eye was black and swarthy, empty and terrifying.

The left eye narrowed into a slit, with occasional murky, frantic glimmers of light.

"Give me back my eyes, or I'll eat you, just as you did. Haha!"

Not far away, Fletcher looked at Rodin, who looked like a madman, and suddenly came back to his senses, approached the griffin beast that was deformed by painful movements, and dodged several times.

"Almost, almost. ”

A scramble to dodge and move.

"Poof", the steel sword in Fletcher's hand finally plunged between its chest and abdomen, not to the hilt.

Fletcher let go of the steel sword and pulled away, leaving the griffon, dying and wailing.

And Rodin's gluttony was still going on, his mouth full of bright red, and he couldn't stop gnawing.

As if stripped of its bone marrow, the griffon slowly fell to the ground, not moving except for its chest heaving.

Jumping down slowly, Rodin showed a bloody smile, and his body was like a skeleton, swaying from side to side, shaking non-stop. A rag was removed from his clothes, covering his hollow right eye.

Fletcher stared at Rodin's miserable and frantic state, and his heart tingled.

Trembling slightly, he said, "You can rest first, I'll go over there to help." He hurried towards another battle area. There, the battle entered its final phase, with eight lives in exchange for the death of two griffons.

The team members were all wounded, but they were in high spirits and their eyes were resolute.

The two surviving griffons were even more miserable, drenched all over their bodies, with most of their wings cut off and their bodies full of arrows. They were back to back, their orange eyes revealing a sense of despair and sadness. Constantly narrowing the range of movement, shrinking and howling.

As another round of attacks unfolded by the team members, their fate came to an end, and more than a dozen steel swords swarmed up, slashing and slashing.

One of the griffons, with all his might, swooped down on the other at once, covering it tightly with its body, leaving no gaps. Withstood and withstood all attacks alone.

A stream of crimson flowed from its pierced wound, and its owl-like pupils turned to the crowd, blinking, pleading, pathosing.

"This brute, you still want to beg for mercy after killing so many of us?"

"Owh. A small amount of flesh and fur was spat out by Rodin, and most of it went into his belly.

After regaining his senses, he retched again at the thought of his murderous behavior just now.

At the same time, an extreme surprise welled up in my heart, it stands to reason that a large amount of blood was lost, countless abrasions, sternum fractures, and another gluttony just now, tearing the wound, almost half of it entered the coffin. The reality was that, apart from the fatigue of excessive blood loss, he felt stronger and more energetic than ever.

Is it a return to the light, or is the golden finger exploding, super resilient?

Wrong!

Feel it carefully, in the stomach and intestines, a warm heat continues to spread outward and flow to the whole body. Nourishing his badly injured and dying body.

Could it be that the griffon's blood is so magical?

"No matter what, with my current injuries, I may go back and die of an infected wound. ”

The griffin's raw flesh had a strong fishy smell, but Rodin did not dislike it, and lay on the dead griffin's body to eat meat and drink blood. The expression was hideous and painful.

"Bang bang bang. There was a sound of footsteps like a drum, and Rodin stopped swallowing in an instant, wiped the flesh from the corner of his mouth, and left the griffin's corpse. In his current state, even he is scared, let alone the other team members.

Ten minutes later, all six griffons were beheaded, and only fourteen of the original thirty-one guards remained, less than half.

At the scene of the battle, the land within a radius of hundreds of meters was covered with blood, minced meat, human, and griffin, and an extremely strong fishy smell spread far away. The people who survived the catastrophe did not feel relaxed, and the corpses of their comrades everywhere in their sight made them feel extremely heavy and silent.

I don't know how long it took, I don't know who started it, the scarred crowd began to spontaneously pick up the broken corpses of their comrades,

We must not let our comrades-in-arms end up dead without a corpse!

Rodin was originally excited about the magical effect of the griffon's flesh and blood, but when he saw this scene, he suddenly felt a faint sourness swell up in his left eye.

"Woo. Fletcher burst into a cry.

"Why? Who have we offended, beasts, why have they come to harm us? “

They won, slaughtered the enemy, protected their loved ones. They also failed and lost their comrades.