Greater Griffin! Greater Griffin!

"Odd...Child of Miracle?"

When Lydia took a step back in panic to avoid Vilgefortz's strange sight, two translated prophecy manuscripts on the table fell into his eyes.

Thinking back to his tone, an idea flashed in my mind:

"You... you mean that the demon hunter named Ailin is the Child of Miracle in the prophecy of Ithlinne?"

"This... this... this... how is this possible?"

"Even if Child of Miracle is not a human wizard, he must be an elf. A hunter... a demon hunter who only knows how to wield a sword, and is so superficial that it cannot even be called a magic seal, how can he qualify to be Child of Miracle..."

Ithlinne's Prophecy is known to the world.

Because its chapters and passages have come true many times, many humans, elves, dwarves, scholars, warlocks, nobles... have studied it.

Niubao, which was founded not long ago, even established a special prophecy department to study this prophetic poem, which was only a few dozen pages thin.

Tens or hundreds of years of research have naturally led to some conclusions that are widely recognized by people.

For example, "When Aen Seidhe - the blood of elves - floods the earth, you should all wail, for the destroyer of nations is coming." It is hinted that Child of Miracle's identity may be an elf.

Those who agree with this concept are also echoed in the paragraphs of "born in a bitter cold place" and "inhuman people", because the elves were driven to the Blue Mountains by humans, and they have a deep hatred with humans for the destruction of their country and their race.

Due to the large number of believers in this concept, the elves are constantly being driven to more desolate places, and their hatred towards humans is even deeper, making this speculation even more convincing.

Not even the elves themselves deny it.

Another possibility is that it is a warlock. Of course, not many humans dare to openly publicize this guess.

On the contrary, there are many believers among warlocks, especially wizards.

Because of magic, they possess the greatest magic in the world, the power to destroy cities and countries.

Moreover, there are many rebellious warlocks, causing countless disasters. For example, the cliché Alzure's Double Cross summoned the saliva demon and destroyed half of the Maribor.

Even if it's not a warlock or an elf, it should at least be a human noble.

In history, there were indeed many descendants of nobles who sought power and usurped the throne under this banner, especially those of mixed human and elf descent. Many of them even succeeded in becoming kings due to mutiny.

Because although they have no special power, they control the most powerful power in the world - power.

Warlocks with magical powers must bow their heads in front of these ordinary people and be used by them.

But the witcher...

Although these creations of wizards are also powerful, they can hunt dragons with swords.

But they can neither destroy the city with a wave of a staff like a wizard, because they are few in number. Although they are respected as an alien, they cannot participate in the politics of their country, unlike the nobles who hold the power of life and death for thousands of people.

In the name of miracle... are they worthy?

"Lydia, you mistook the reflection cast on the lake for the stars in the night sky."

Vilgefortz glanced sideways at Lydia and chuckled:

"The reason why Child of Miracle is Child of Miracle is not because his identity can achieve miracles."

"But no matter who he is... a human, an elf or a dwarf... a warlock, a noble... he can even be a farmer or a fisherman. No matter how low or low his status is, he can create miracles."

"Miracle is something that is impossible to accomplish."

Lydia didn't refute. Seeing Vilgefortz's crazy mood cool down, she asked curiously:

"Is that witcher really that powerful?"

The pressure brought by Witcher Master Vesemir was too great. From the beginning to the end of the whole battle, she only glanced at their battlefield when Vesemir was distracted.

All I know is that the demon hunter escaped Alzure's Lightning Spell and forced Vilgefortz to use the out-of-control talent of the magic source.

"Awesome?" Vilgefortz shook his head, "More than that, awesome!"

In a daze, the pair of blue Cat Eyes appeared in front of him again, making him shiver unconsciously.

What kind of eyes are those...

As if the gaze of death were as distant and indifferent.

Unlike soldiers who have been on the battlefield for a long time, people are naturally frightened by their murderous aura.

There was no murderous intent in those eyes.

But everyone who looked at him felt like his throat was being pinched instantly and his breathing was difficult, as if he was an animal waiting to be slaughtered. The legendary Death Scythe would take away their lives at any time.

And Vilgefortz knows that this is not an illusion.

The talent of the magic source allowed him to see his own ending in just one glance.

"Blue Death, Blue Death..."

He subconsciously touched his slender neck, where there was still some coolness.

If you feel it carefully, it's a little sticky.

It's just that the sweat has been dried by the wind.

One day, this ability will be mine!

Vilgefortz clenched his fists and thought to himself.

"Boom~"

There was another explosion outside the window, interrupting Vilgefortz's reverie.

"Lydia!"

"I'm here!"

"Help me collect all the information about Ailin... um... keep it secret and don't let others know."

"Don't let others know? That's Ban Ade's place, Senne's place..."

"Don't say anything!" Vilgefortz interrupted firmly, "As soon as we received the warning from the college, we came back in a hurry."

"But just in case Senne asks..."

"They won't ask." Vilgefortz walked to the window, "Who has the heart to care about two 'irrelevant' demon hunters at this time?"

Lydia also followed his line of sight and looked around.

The entire college is in a state of devastation.

At least a quarter of the buildings collapsed into ruins, either burning with fire, or covered with ice clusters, pierced by stone pillars and smashed...

Of course.

The thick smoke burning in the distant city of Ban Ad was even worse, and black mist almost enveloped the entire city.

You can hear human cries and screams in Mage Tower.

really.

The basic class of wizards and witches, Ade Academy, is already in this state, and I don't know how many people have died.

Coupled with the war with Ard, even if Senne and the others survive today, they will no longer have the energy to pay attention to the demon hunters in a short time.

"Let's go." Vilgefortz patted Lydia on the shoulder.

She was stunned for a moment. "Where to go?"

"We came back after receiving a warning from the academy, and of course we were going to help Ban Ade... Then again, I don't know what kind of enemy could turn this wizard's holy place into what it is now..." Vilgefortz walked out of the door.

"It seems to be Wild Hunt..." Lydia followed closely, "Just now I heard people shouting and cursing this name..."

"Wild Hunt?" Vilgefortz paused, an unpredictable gray light flowing in his eyes, "The prophesied Child of Miracle and the legendary monster that resembles a disaster..."

"This is really fun!"

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The next day.

An unknown path along the river.

"You mean... uh... this rope can make Greater Griffin surrender?"

Vesemir had doubts written all over his face, "But... then after conquering Greater Griffin, we will fly to Arland on Greater Griffin and find Ianna High Priest to break the curse?"

No one has ever subdued Greater Griffin, and no one can even get close to an ordinary gryphon safely...

No!

There are indeed people who can tame the beasts flying in the sky - among the knight novels, they are still the most deviant and daring to think.

Actually.

Humans can only use monsters. It seems that no one can conquer monsters like Ailin said.

At least he didn't know.

"That's right."

Ailin nodded seriously and put away Giant Beast Lasso of the One-Eyed Clan in his hand.

In fact, he was a little worried. After all, he had never used it before. He had only seen people from the One-Eyed Clan capture giant beasts in cutscenes.

But can props from another world capture Greater Griffin from the Witcher world? Will it be acclimatized?

Ailin is really not sure about this, and can only trust the notes and introduction given by Witcher's Handbook.

Actually.

If Vesemir hadn't insisted on asking out of a sense of responsibility, and the matter of breaking the curse on the young demon hunter was indeed very important, he wouldn't have even planned to say it.

"We already asked about the way across the river in the morning. It won't take too long to catch a Greater Griffin." Seeing that Vesemir was doubtful, Ailin added, "Three days. If we fail to catch Greater Griffin in three days, we will set off for Arland."

"This way, even if we don't catch Greater Griffin, we can still walk to Meritellie's temple to break the curse in a week."

In fact, based on the effect of Shapeshifting Sealing Charm in the original work, a weak Sorceress Yennefer can be transformed into a jade statue and last for forty-five days.

Younger demon hunters with stronger physiques and recovery abilities should be able to persist longer.

However, life is no joke. Ailin thought about it and decided to set a limit. After all, we haven't found a suitable location for hunting Greater Griffin yet. Who knows how long it will take to do this.

But then again, if you can catch Greater Griffin, you can fly to Arland in at most one day.

Then consider the effect of the war between Ard and Kedwen on School of the Wolf.

The risk is worth taking.

But speaking of war...

I don't know how the fight between Wild Hunt and Ben Ade went last night?

"A week is fine," Vesemir nodded, and then cursed angrily, "These brats should also learn a lesson, let them train Quen in the afternoon, but there are still people who dare to sleep..."

"I have repeated it a thousand times. After leaving Kaer Morhen, you must be careful. No matter how careful you are, you don't meditate during rest!"

The more I think about Vesemir, the angrier I get, blowing my beard and staring.

Ailin couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

After returning to the hotel last night, Vesemir became angrier the more he looked at the seven jade statues with different expressions and the two or three young demon hunters who were dozing, bleary-eyed and laughing.

He pointed at the three people and taught him a lesson for a long time. He didn't stop until Ailin reminded him that the recipient in the Shapeshifting Sealing Charm state was unconscious.

Otherwise, Vesemir might be able to scold him all night long.

This made Ailin, the leader of the Monster Hunting Legion, who should have been more angry after giving his precious Combat Points his precious Combat Points.

"I think after this time, Kray, Aias and Spencer will definitely learn this painful lesson!"

"They'd better be like this!" Vesemir waved his hand angrily.

The weather is sunny, and the river in summer floods flows with sparkling waves.

Not far after riding, the two demon hunters came to a wooden bridge.

This wooden bridge is located upstream of the unnamed tributary Alba River, not far from the bifurcation point where the river saw yesterday, only about 700 meters away.

After crossing the wooden bridge, another bifurcated branch is formed by many thin and shallow streams, which can be crossed by horseback.

This is no secret.

Someone knew about the first village the two demon hunters found in the morning.

It's just that I'm not a local. When I see a tributary and have another choice, how dare I insist on walking?

"Huh~"

The wind in the forest suddenly became strong.

Vesemir seemed to sense something, pulled the reins, and looked up.

Ailin also followed his line of sight and looked over.

A black spot came from the northeast and suddenly flew across the clusters of birch trees to the southwest.

"Buzz~"

The witcher's emblem shook symbolically twice.

"Come early."

Vesemir clamped the horse's belly with his legs, letting the black horse continue to move forward.

Ailin patted Carrot's tall and slender neck nonchalantly, and asked her to carefully avoid the pits on the ground that could easily hurt horses' hooves:

"Just the right direction."

The direction is naturally right.

After the two demon hunters crossed several shallow streams, they encountered no problems and soon saw the opposite side where they had chased Greater Griffin yesterday.

at the same time.

"Guaguagua~"

The annoying water ghosts that could be seen everywhere also joined in.

Of course, this is not a problem for the two Witcher Master.

Neither of them had to dismount. Igni Sign and Silver Sword took turns to use it. It didn't take long for them to solve the water ghost and reach the place.

Turn over and dismount, and tie the reins lightly to the tree so that Greater Griffin can jump on the horse at any time to chase after Greater Griffin arrives.

Then Ailin was responsible for clearing a small piece of dry and flat ground by the river.

After Vesemir took out the atlas and marked the wooden bridge and shallow stream just now, the two of them touched their knees to the ground at the same time, holding their knees and meditating.

Many people may be curious, since they already know the direction from which Greater Griffin came, why don't they just chase it now and still have to meditate and wait?

But friends who travel frequently will know that it is easy to get lost when walking in an old forest.

The umbrella canopy that blocks the sun, the undulating terrain, and the occasional battles make it impossible to use the towering mountains in the distance as a reference point, and it is almost inevitable to shift the direction.

In hunting down Greater Griffin, wasting time is really saving time.

"Three hours." Vesemir estimated, then closed his eyes.

Ailin also closed his eyes, but did not meditate immediately.

"Plop~"

"Plop~"

The heart slowly slowed down in a unique rhythm.

In an instant.

Golden light spots appeared in the blood.

The heartbeat slows down, naturally it is not practicing "Beast Roar: Violence", but "Beast Roar: Primal Tongue".

Just now on the road, because Vesemir's perception was always one step ahead of him when he noticed something strange, "Beast Roar: Fury" had reached a bottleneck again. It was difficult to improve much in only three hours, so he thought of trying "Beast Roar: Primal Tongue" which he had only tried when he obtained it.

After the heartbeat slowed down, Ailin felt relieved all over unconsciously.

"Why does it feel so much smoother this time?" He was a little surprised.

When the brown earth magic power blends into the golden energy, it surges to the base of the tongue...

He actually fell asleep like this.

Until...

Monsters cry in the sky.