The griffon, with a ball of flame on its hip, flapped its wings desperately, trying to fly higher and faster.

What used to be a simple movement is now extremely difficult, the flames of the hip burning the skin, and the wounded left wing hurts with every flapp.

Bursts of sleepiness kept coming, eyelids kept fighting up and down, and the strength seemed to be gradually dissipating, and even the wings were almost flapping.

Boom~

The griffon, which flew crookedly and sometimes high and sometimes low for miles, finally couldn't hold on anymore and slammed down the hillside like a heavy stone.

"Quick, just ahead!"

Geralt, who was running after him, saw the monster falling, and immediately shouted in surprise and sped up his pace.

"Run faster, run faster~"

Panting and following behind, Huck was running desperately overhead, and a beautiful golden warbler flapped its wings happily, and from time to time opened its little mouth to shout.

The young witcher had to admit that he was a little more tender than the white wolf.

In just a few miles, under the full gallop, the judgment was made.

Now the distance between the two is at least 100 meters, which shows how big the difference in strength is.

By the time Huck reached the bottom of the slope where the griffon had fallen, the neighing of a monster and the roar of a white wolf could be heard from above, and it was clear that the two had already fought each other.

The narcotics had already worked, and the wounded griffon was exhausted, but it wasn't ready to rest on its laurels, still trying to keep itself awake and frantically attacking the humans in front of it.

The Royal Gryphon is very experienced in combat, and it is obviously not the first time it has fought with humans, and its every pounce and bite is extremely fast and unusual, which catches people off guard, but unfortunately it is facing a master demon hunter.

Geralt is very experienced in dealing with such a large monster.

He was not tough, always using his nimble movement and extreme speed to dodge the griffon's bites and claws, leaving one scar after another on it.

The Alpha Seal is extremely effective against such large-scale monsters, and whenever the Griffon is ready to launch a round of onslaught, the white wolf can always seize the moment, and a magic seal will interrupt its movements, causing it to fall into a moment of sluggishness.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the sharp silver sword will always slash heavily at the monster's body, cutting a deep scar.

Exhausted and unconscious on its left wing, the griffon knew there was no chance of escaping back to its lair.

The monster that broke the cauldron and fought for its life became more and more ferocious and insane, it didn't care about the damage of the silver sword, as long as it wasn't critical, it didn't even have any intention of blocking or dodging.

The griffon attacked frantically, trying to tear apart the humans in front of it with its pointed beak and claws, and its desperate play disrupted Geralt's attack.

In order not to lose both, the white wolf had to give up the low-hanging fruit of victory again and again.

This passive situation was quickly broken, and fist-sized fireballs flew from a distance, smashing on the griffin without any money, and once again igniting its feathers.

In particular, several fireballs hit the base of the griffon's injured left wing, destroying it with great force, completely tearing the wings apart, and cutting off all hope of its escape.

Huck hastened the griffon's demise, and the two of them took turns casting Alder's seal, interrupting all of its counterattacks.

The growing drowsiness made it blurred, and soon it could no longer feel the pain in its body, let alone flap its wings to extinguish the flames on it.

The once majestic and invincible air overlord began to stagger, as if he was drunk, and felt that the world was spinning, and the scene in front of him became full of shadows, and phantoms appeared.

Unwilling to fail, the monster struggled for a long time, and finally fell to the ground weakly, without moving.

Emily stopped her attack when she saw the griffon begin to 'punch drunk', and she warily chanted a spell and shot a magic arrow.

The magic arrow hits its target, leaving an egg-sized hole in the griffon's left wing.

Blood splattered, flesh flew sideways, and the flesh wings, which had lost the protection of their thick feathers, lost their defense, and could no longer resist powerful magical attacks.

Although the sorceress's temptation did not find anything abnormal, the witches did not take it lightly, but cast several Alder Seals in a row, and finally determined that the monster in front of them had completely lost the power to fight back.

Without mercy or hesitation, Huck quickly stepped forward, and with the blessing of his powerful attack skill, the silver sword slashed hard at the griffon's neck.

The burned, scorching neck was slashed deep by the silver sword, and blood poured out, splattering the witcher's body.

Huck ignored the foul blood and swung his silver sword again, delivering the royal griffon's fatal blow.

The huge skull detached from its body, and blood splattered out of the neck cavity like a fountain under the pressure of the body, splashing several meters away.

After killing the monster, an exhausted Huck sat on the ground and gasped.

Of all the people present, he seemed to be the most tired, Geralt seemed to have some energy left, and the sorceress was completely fine.

Emily ignored her surprised witchers, put on rubber gloves, took out the bottle and began to collect the griffon's blood, her mouth still urging Huck to quickly dismantle her prey.

Large monsters are rare and difficult to kill, and the alchemy materials on their bodies are even more precious.

In order not to lose the effectiveness of these materials, the exhausted witchers had to get up immediately and begin the vigorous collection work.

The griffon's feathers were removed one by one, followed by the griffon's blood and claws, and the monster's heart and eyes...

Ten minutes later, Huck suddenly stopped his movements, raised his head in surprise, and shouted, "Griffon mutation inducer!" ”

Seeing a green body object he took out, the other two immediately surrounded him.

"Absorb it quickly~"

Without waiting for the white wolf to speak, the sorceress immediately hurriedly urged.

Seeing Geralt nodding as well, Huck didn't hesitate and immediately began to absorb.

[Absorb the griffonmon's mutation inducer for the first time, and extract the monster ability as follows: Eagle Eye.] 】

[Eagle Eye: Make your eyes as sharp as a falcon, you can see targets thousands of kilometers away, and when you use the skill, the magic power consumes 2 points/second. 】

Streams of heat flow from the hands and then spread throughout the body, one of which goes to the eyes.

His eyes were suddenly sore, and bursts of numbness spread all around his sockets, and tears immediately poured out.

"Hey, why are you crying?"

A sorceress's surprised voice sounded beside her.

Ignoring her fuss, Huck looked at the subtitles that appeared in front of him.

[Constitution +0.1, Skill Points +1, Skill: Eagle Eye.] 】

Open the career panel, the constitution has become 2.4, the skill point has become 2, and there is one more skill in the active skill: Eagle Eye.

Looking up at the eager gazes of the two, Huck smiled and said, "I can see as far away as an eagle..."