The roaring wind, the clouds within reach, and the ever-receding scenery.
Although the fast and stealthy short-distance flight brought by blood mist flying is very good, the feeling of not spending his own physical strength and mana makes George feel more comfortable. In particular, George still monopolizes the first-class cabin of the "private jet" alone.
In the previous battle, the gryphon leader had to accept the fact that he was defeated even if he was unwilling to do so. In exchange for the antidote potion, the griffon leader fulfilled his promise and told George in detail the dark history he had experienced from the perspective of the griffon clan from beginning to end.
"In the time of the old world, that is, in the history of the continent of Erathia, as allies and defenders of mankind, our griffons have been coexisting with mankind since ancient times. Human soldiers fought together and learned Humans teach us combat skills. Our responsibilities are mainly focused on human shields and rear-line harassment in wars. The opponents we train are all human soldiers in groups. They break through in human sea tactics, or break through the front line and rush to the battlefield. In the human castle, we use our bodies to suppress the long-range attacks of the opponent's shooters."
"However, what makes our tribe angry is that in addition to their common fighting duties, there are also many human animal trainers who will occasionally select the chicks of our tribe with brighter feathers. Those damn animal trainers, After the chicks are taken away from their parents, they are imprisoned in chains, restricted in their diet and sleep, and beaten with sharp sickles or sharp hooks."
"If they resist, those cruel trainers will even take the disobedient griffins into a small cage and use thick wooden bars to block every muscle of their bodies, so that the chicks can only stand and cannot lie down. Unable to move, they were kept alone away from the group, starved, dehydrated, and kept awake through constant noise, and beaten for an hour every morning and evening for half a year. Do you know what these trainings are for?"
"Just to please the fat-bellied rich and vain aristocratic ladies in the human kingdom! Those ugly humans sit on the backs of griffins, or stand beside griffins, and the human painters opposite spend dozens of hours Draw this scene. Some griffins that show wisdom have to be beaten severely by the trainer, holding a brush in their mouth and drawing on paper; or accompanied by the trainer, with those who have money Human beings fly a certain distance in the sky, and they are called griffin knights!"
"It is not that the young people of our tribe have never thought about resisting and rescuing their own chicks. However, the stubborn old men in the tribe insist that this is the smallest sacrifice in exchange for the greatest stability of the tribe. Although the young people endured it in the end, But on the human battlefield, they became more and more cruel and fierce. Every hostile human being was torn into pieces by the griffins on the front line. They continued to vent their anger against humans in the war, but instead they suffered due to repeated attacks. After winning many battles, we are elected as a symbol of bravery and fearlessness by humans. Our image is engraved on the shields of human warriors and printed on the flag of the human kingdom. How ironic this is!"
"Finally, the Day of Reckoning has arrived. Maybe for other races, the Day of Reckoning is their end, but for our race, the Day of Reckoning is the beginning of a new life."
"Crossing the magic gate and coming to this new world, our clan has completely broken free from the shackles of human beings and become free existences. The rich magical elements of the new world, as well as the wild release of returning to nature, have made the warriors of our clan proud. The claws became sharper, and the wings became more powerful. Soon, our bloodline crossed the peak of the second level, and finally evolved into a high-level third-level existence. In addition, the warm climate, rich land, and With these endless mountains, for our clan, this place is like a paradise. With the encouragement of the clan leader at that time, our clan began to reproduce rapidly. At that time, the number of our clan at its peak even exceeded Two thousand, it is no exaggeration to say that at that time, these east and west canyons were all our clan’s territory.”
"The huge number has brought about a sharp shortage of food. This rich forest can no longer support the huge population of our tribe. The young warriors of our tribe often fight over the ownership of several prey. Despite taking office The clan leader has suggested limiting the reproduction of young griffons to control the population. However, due to food shortages, our clan was eventually split into dozens of tribes, scattered in the corners of this forest country. Some tribes even They abandoned this forest country, traveled long distances across the ocean, and finally thrived on some islands.”
"Adjutant, to tell you the truth, this Griffin Cliff is not the only area where griffons can be recruited. However, you should understand the true situation of our clan by now. Let me explain in advance that if we recruit our clan, we will not give up. Of these old men.”
George carefully recorded every word the griffon leader said, but he did not give it a clear explanation on the spot. Because George is very aware of his current position among the elves. To put it nicely, he is a guest, an outsider, and an adjutant; to put it badly, he is a prisoner and coolie who has served his crime well. George knew very clearly that except for his occasional overstepping of command in battle, he was now absolutely not allowed to overstep his authority in matters of government affairs.
Of course, this does not affect George's normal exercise of his powers as adjutant.
"Either you go back with me and meet 'our' commander, and she will give you the answer."
Despite some hesitation, the griffon leader finally agreed to follow George and go to the area where Lova was. At the same time, George also took advantage and became a "Griffin Knight".
"George, although you defeated me, I still have to say that the two smells on your body really make me feel uncomfortable." The gryphon leader chatted with George on his back while flying.
"Sean, you said there are two flavors?" Sean is the name of the gryphon leader. This is the second time I heard the same words from the other party. Sean also said the same thing when they met for the first time.
"Yes, there is a smell of the undead and a smell of humans. Both smells make me sick."
Hearing Sean's words, George did not feel unhappy. Instead, he asked it with interest: "So which smell do you hate more among these two smells?"
Sean did not answer George directly. Instead, he kept his head down for a long time. It was not until George focused on the scenery below that he almost forgot about the topic. Then he answered, and his voice was full of determination:
"The taste of humanity."
"Really...the taste of humans...it seems that no matter which world we are in, humans are so unpleasant to other species other than humans." George couldn't help but sigh.
"George, by the way, is our commander a very powerful druid?"
"No, he's a young elf hunter. Why do you ask?"
"That was my mistake. Some time ago, the magic elements near Griffin Cliff were a little restless, so that there were strong winds and heavy rains for several days. I could feel that there was a powerful Druid constantly calling, I hope they are enemies rather than friends..."
"Powerful Druid? Is it Uncle Croesus?" George thought for a moment. Except for the former pharmacist, he didn't know any other Druid at all, so he didn't have any clue.
It can't be someone sent by the Elf King, right? George guessed maliciously.
"George, there seems to be a battle in the Unicorn Forest?"
