The protests of the half-blood elves grew louder and louder, and more and more elves gathered on the bank of the valley, and everyone even picked up stones from the shore and threw them into the river, and the splash almost fell on the elven warriors.

Several Silver Moon Elf warriors finally became a little flustered, although the boundary monument had been erected by the stream, but before they could bury the mud and sand, several elven warriors were forced to stop.

In the face of the furious half-blood elves on the other side, these Silver Moon Elf warriors didn't know how to deal with it.

The elves have preached freedom and equality for so many years, and the land on the Partington plane has gradually become privatized, and the villages of the half-blood elves have been constantly encroached upon, and under the decree issued by the elders of the Padstow elves, no half-blood elves have stood up to protest.

Now, the half-blood elves have been driven to the foot of the griffin fortress, and the last of the hunting woodlands have been enclosed in the hands of the elven nobles.

The half-blood elves became more and more agitated, and the stones in their hands were thrown farther and farther, and some of them fell to the shore.

The Silver Moon Elf warriors stepped back.

Roy and Sabrina stood at the back of the crowd, looking at the emotional half-blood elves, not knowing if they needed to be dissuaded or joined......

When the half-blood elves saw several Silver Moon Elf warriors begin to retreat, some of them stepped into the stream, and in the blink of an eye, they rushed to the opposite bank, knocking down the boundary monument standing by the river to the ground.

Several Silver Moon Elf warriors panicked and mounted their horses and retreated towards the jungle.

A group of half-blood elves stepped on the boundary monument that had fallen by the river, letting out a burst of cheers, venting their long-suppressed emotions in their hearts.

There were also some half-blood elves who had not set foot in the river valley, and there was a trace of worry in their eyes.

Because they knew that the temporary departure of the Silver Moon Elf warriors did not mean that the matter ended with the victory of the half-blood elves, but rather the beginning of a dispute.

There were also a lot of elves like Roy and Sabrina watching from behind, and these elves were almost all adventurers, bards, or merchants who lived in the Barrier Village temporarily, and everyone didn't pay much attention to this, maybe they had already left the Barrier Village by the time there was a big mess.

The elves along the ravine began to disperse, and Roy and Sabrina returned to the village with the flow of people.

……

The barrier village is really, really big.

It's more of a small village than a border town.

On the sunny side of the valley, almost every big tree has a treehouse.

Many of these treetops have a unique structure, nestled in the forest, and the stream in the middle of the valley is like a beautiful pastoral painting.

A horse bell rang in the woods, and in the distance, a healthy horse carried the carcass of a wounded griffon into the walled village.

The griffon's wings curled up together and were trapped on the griffon's body with a rope, the griffon's head drooping to one side, and a scorpion's tail dragging on the ground......

Several half-blood elf hunters happily accompanied them, their faces beaming with joy and pride.

The merchants who had been standing by the stream to watch the excitement ran towards the elven hunters, and everyone stopped the elven hunters outside the village, and some elves used the iron hooks in their hands to pull up the griffin's head and check the scars on the griffin's body.

"Why did you hurt so badly? Such a skin is not worth much. An elven merchant frowned and said to the elven hunters.

The elven hunters only smiled wryly and said:

"There's no way, we don't dare to approach it when we're alive, we can only wait until it's dead, and the skin will become like this."

"Three magic crystals, take the magic core inside the griffin...... Do you want to sell? We leave the skinners to handle it ourselves. The elven merchant took the opportunity to talk about business.

"Three magic crystals are definitely not good, the day before yesterday, that griffin merchant spent five magic crystals!"

The elven hunters shook their heads repeatedly......

While they were negotiating the price, Roy also came over, it was the first time he had seen an adult griffon so closely, its brown fine fluff was rubbed by the rocks, and it could be seen that it was dying in pain, and a hole the size of a fist had been opened in the back of its head, and the magic core in the skull should have been taken by the hunters.

The griffin has a full lion-like head, which is likely to be a young male griffin with a long mane around its neck.

Its four claws are very thick, almost as thick as a bear's claws.

The claws are exactly the shape of a plum blossom in a feline, with sharp claw tips hidden in thick pads.

The wings were strapped to the body, and it was a pair of huge fleshy wings, with only a thin layer on the skeleton, and even the fluff was very short, and even the blood vessels distributed on the fleshy wings could be seen.

The most special thing about griffins is that they have a scorpion tail...... But it is not a manticore, the pure-blooded manticored is a fourth-level magical beast, covered in dark red scales, with a sharp horn on the top of its head, and a highly poisonous tail, which is extremely ferocious when fighting.

In fact, in terms of blood, the griffin has a little blood relationship with the manticore and the thorntail lion, but the griffin is one level higher than the hedgehog crystal lion, and it belongs to the worst third-level Warcraft, and its combat effectiveness is not as good as many second-level Warcraft at its peak, not to mention, the leather on its body has been reduced to grabbing the market with the leather of the first-level Warcraft.

As a second-level magical beast, the thorn-tailed crystal lion, its leather is relatively valuable in the elf world, and it is very popular with young silver moon elves.

……

The griffon's eyes were closed, the blood running from the corners of his eyes had dried up, his face was a little shriveled and distorted, and the corpse was beginning to attract flies.

Although the elven hunters covered the griffin with some mint grass, there were still some small insects flying around the griffin.

This griffon is huge, weighing almost a few hundred pounds, and its body is extremely strong.

I heard that an adult griffin can easily catch a one-horned bison.

The front paws of this griffin have been exposed, which should be the scars left by the beast trap, and a third-level magical beast can still step on the hunter's trap and cannot escape, which is really unimaginable for Roy.

Generally speaking, a first-level demonic beast has a certain amount of wisdom.

The wisdom of third-level demonic beasts is almost the same as that of a human ten-year-old child, but not only will they step on the beast trap, but after being trapped, they will not be able to break free until they die, which is a bit outrageous......

Obviously, the fact that the griffin is defined as a third-level Warcraft is not in line with the Warcraft strength system.

Roy saw a lot of elves around the griffin, so he couldn't help but reach out and touch the fluff on its body, it was soft and soft, and it felt very good, but the body was a little hard, and there was a faint smell......

At this time, a merchant had already negotiated the deal, and the four magic crystals had successfully bought the young male griffon's body.

……

Roy remembered that when he was on the caravan, a half-breed elven hunter had said that the griffon could be domesticated into a mount.

Looking at its huge body, Roy thought to himself, it would be nice to be able to fly in the sky on a griffin, it would be much cooler than flying.

"Roy, let's go!"

Sabrina walked ahead and noticed that Roy hadn't followed, so she quickly turned around and called out to him.

"Here ......

Roy's daydream was interrupted by Sabrina, who hurriedly followed.

Inside the hotel, Instructor Nora had agreed with Marjery's guide on a way to climb over the griffon's rampart.

Marjery finally showed the professionalism of a guide this time, he was very familiar with the griffin barrier, and at his suggestion, Instructor Nora decided to climb this griffin barrier from Pass 3.

Along the way, the group passes through many hunting spots.

In the opinion of Marjery's guide, where there are traps and traps, although there will always be griffins, it is also a relatively safe place to lure griffons into traps if they are encountered.

……

The group only stayed in the village for two nights.

On the morning of the third day, Instructor Nora led the group into the mountains of the griffin fortress.

Although the mountain is full of barren grass, snakes and ants, there are also many mountain trails, these roads are stepped out by the elf hunters of the barrier village, and there are more people walking, and the wild grass on the road will naturally fall to both sides.

The horses rented by the group were left in the hotel in the village of Barriers, where they were taken care of.

The group entered the barren Griffon Barrier Mountain Range in full gear, and Roy stepped out of the col only to find that the mountain behind him was not the real Barrier Mountain, just behind this mountain range, and an endless cliff stood in front of him.

As Roy followed the group, he could clearly see that only the lower third of the mountain was covered with vegetation, and from the halfway up the mountain was the vertical cliffs, which rose into the sky, and there was almost nothing but a few rock crevices.

Griffins hovered among the cliffs......

"From here, we enter the territory of the griffons, and if a griffon finds us, they will attack us, but they are large and rarely rush into dense trees, so we will not be attacked for the time being, but once we enter the open area, we need to be careful."

The guide Marjery walked at the front, observing the trail and explaining to the young people in the group.

Other small beasts occasionally rush out of the jungle, but many small beasts are not very afraid of elves, and when they see the adventure group passing by, they will even hide in the trees to probe their brains to observe.

In fact, at the foot of the Barrier Mountains, there are waves of mountains, and these mountains are piled higher and higher, and finally the griffin barrier is like a wall uprooted from the ground.

The guide led everyone over the two mountains in one go, and the closer they got to the cliff, the more they felt that it was really majestic......

During this time, Instructor Eleanor stood on a boulder at the top of a mountain and saw a griffon swooping down in the air.

These griffons are truly ferocious, and they are reckless enough to rush at the sight of elves......

Instructor Eleanor jumped off the cliff, and the griffin couldn't find its target, so it wandered around again before leaving.

(End of chapter)