Greater Griffin!!!

"I heard you!"

Ailin shouted excitedly in his heart, then suddenly stood up and mounted his horse.

"Have you thought it through?" Vesemir nodded with satisfaction as he saw Ailin mount his horse decisively.

Giving up in time is also a virtue of a witcher.

They are only slightly stronger than ordinary people; they cannot defeat every monster.

"If you've made up your mind, let's hurry up and leave. The monsters that the Greater Griffin's aura drove away will be back soon. Leaving now will save us a lot of trouble..."

"Etc!"

Vesemir pulled on the reins and followed Ailin for a few steps before suddenly realizing something was wrong.

"Wrong way! This isn't the way back..."

The black horse pointed its head towards a spot where white mountains peeked through the Rift the lush green leaves.

"You didn't go to the wrong place!"

Without looking back, Ailin nervously followed the direction of the cry in his mind, directing his horse to dodge the rubble and sinkholes on the ground as he galloped eastward, shouting in the howling wind:

"Let's continue our hunt for the Greater Griffin!"

Upon hearing this, Vesemir paused, about to speak.

Then he remembered that under Ailin's magic, crows, squirrels, gray rabbits, and black snakes had gathered. He opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't say anything, waved the reins, and followed.

"Primal Tongue..." Ailin felt the increasingly faint cry in his mind, and then opened the Witcher's Handbook.

[Title: The Primal Tongue]

[Type: Beast Roar]

[Learning Requirements: Introduction to the Path of the Beast Roar, mastery of "Beast Roar: Berserk"]

[Passive Effect: Maintains the power flow of "Beast Roar: Primal Tongue" daily, can]

1. Slowly increase the perception attribute.

2. Reduce hostility from low-intelligence creatures.

[Active Effect: Consumes energy to enable the Howler to perceive the thoughts of low-intelligence creatures and transmit simple commands.]

[Note: Are you sure the Path of the Beast Roar isn't the Path of the Druid?]

"Druid!" The witcher's gaze immediately jumped to the last line of notes.

As Druid who was on par with warlocks and whose profession was more of a faith or sect than a profession, he had certainly heard of them.

They call themselves students of the forest and nature.

By engaging with plants and trees to understand nature, we can harness powerful natural forces to maintain ecological balance.

Druid are generally considered to be wise men in society.

For most people, Druid are usually seen as spiritual mentors, herbalists, and alchemists. Some Druid can also perform divination using animal organs or cheese.

in addition.

Among the Druid, there are also powerful individuals with abilities such as the "Sky Controllers," who can manipulate celestial phenomena.

"That's right, if 'Beast Roar: Berserk' is so powerful, how could 'Beast Roar: Primal Tongue ' be so weak that it can only be used as a spell to communicate with monsters?"

"The notes had already hinted at it; the true purpose of the Primal Tongue isn't a more advanced version of the Axii sign of confusion, but rather, like Druid, to communicate with nature..."

"That ability to communicate with low-intelligence creatures is not essentially used to communicate with animals or monsters, but rather to connect with nature by talking to plants and trees..."

Recalling the ancient and benevolent words formed from countless subtle sounds, which were even more endearing than the pregnant face of Meritellie, the Witcher was filled with excitement.

By a twist of fate, he seemed to have embarked on the Druid's natural way!

This Path of the Beast Roar seems to be not just a single path, but a combination of many paths.

So what should I be called now?

Druid demon hunter? A demon hunter Druid? Or perhaps a nature-based demon hunter?

Etc!

It seems he has more than one Path of Druid.

Affinity is increasing; casting spells like the Magic Source is just around the corner, followed by beast roars and natural...

His Witcher skills seem... a bit eclectic...

However, "Beast Roar: Primal Tongue" requires cultivation in nature by communicating with Mother Nature, but what about "Beast Roar: Berserk"?

Am I doing the wrong way of training "Beast Roar: Berserk"?

"Da da da~"

The sound of hooves was rapid, and the Witcher, pondering the Path of the Beast Roar, did not slow down his ride.

But every ten minutes or so, the direction from which the cry rang in my memory faded away...

Or perhaps you encounter an impassable stream or cliff, stumble upon a passable path, and then face several water monsters or small creatures blocking your way. After defeating them, you resume your hunt...

He would then crouch down again and communicate with Mother Nature using the Primal Tongue.

after...

Nature and the mountains will guide him.

As the distance gradually closed, the Greater Griffin's cry was often no longer heard due to its roosting and resting.

But the rough, thunderous breathing continued to grow louder.

Soon, it had been almost three hours since he realized he could use "Beast Roar: Primal Tongue".

Before nightfall, the two witchers arrived at Mount Adria.

At the foot of the mountain, a shimmering river meanders through the woods and pebble beaches, with the forest extending southward on the opposite bank.

As the altitude increased, the scorching summer temperature cooled down slightly, but the sunlight was still dazzling.

"Rumble~"

A dull rumble of thunder echoed in my ears.

"It's right there!"

Ailin stood up, supporting himself on his knees, and pointed diagonally to the opposite side.

Are you sure?

Vesemir dismounted and looked up.

On the white cliff face grow evergreen pines rooted in the rocks, with clouds floating low less than two meters above them, seemingly within reach.

However, the direction Ailin was pointing to was obscured by clouds and could not be seen clearly.

"Mm." Ailin nodded gently.

After meditating and Primal Tongue in several different directions, the Greater Griffin daylight, its direction very clear.

Vesemir was right; contrary to common sense, the Greater Griffin nested on a steep cliff at least a hundred meters above the ground, in a cliff face or cave shrouded in clouds.

"Moreover, the Greater Griffin have mostly finished hunting and are now resting, so we've come at a good time."

Ailin tied the reins to a tree and looked up again.

His gaze was unwavering, as if piercing through the clouds to see a colossal, blood-red monster resting on a solid rock.

Upon hearing this, Vesemir followed his gaze and glanced at him again.

but...

He felt neither the overwhelming pressure of the large monster, nor saw the blood-red creature, nor heard the deep, thunderous snoring...

He only saw a tranquil, pure white cloud, drifting leisurely before his eyes.

How did you do that?

Vesemir wanted to ask.

His perception is clearly superior, so why do you not only know where the Greater Griffin is, but you can even tell when the Greater Griffin is sleeping?

There was no need for formalities with Ailin, so he asked.

"I heard it," was Ailin's reply.

Vesemir nodded seriously, indicating that he understood.

He didn't actually know, but it was nothing more than his strength increasing again, the ability of the Witcher's Eye, or the creation of some new spell...

These feats, which would be considered miracles for others, seemed rather ordinary to Ailin, and he was used to them.

To be honest, he still doesn't quite believe it...

Ailin actually found the Greater Griffin by simply stopping to meditate from time to time.

But how should I put it?

A quote from Ailin once perfectly captures his current state of mind—

Since we're already here...

——

The cliffs are too steep for horses to climb.

Vesemir also tied the reins to an oak tree near the turnip.

We haven't encountered many monster attacks along the way, and there are no annoying water ghosts by the river flowing at the foot of the mountain, so it's relatively safe to leave the horse here for the time being.

"Perhaps this is also proof that the Greater Griffin nest here..." Vesemir comforted himself as he stood in front of the cliff.

The cliff face is extremely steep, almost perpendicular to the ground.

Neither of the two witchers brought professional climbing equipment.

However, on the other hand...

Witchers are the most powerful warriors in the human world, and Witcher Master are among the most powerful of all Witchers.

Their battle-hardened bodies are the most powerful climbing equipment in the world.

and...

Life always displays its tenacious vitality in some incredible ways.

While climbing, you can find several pine and cypress trees that are practically rooted in the rocks every ten meters or so in the misty clouds.

Although it relies solely on a tiny bit of soil and nutrients from the crevices of the cliff, its branches and leaves are not only lush and dark green, but its trunk is also strong and vigorous, capable of supporting two witchers at the same time.

Ailin would also take this opportunity to stop and meditate on the thick branches of these tenacious pines, to determine the location and condition of the Greater Griffin.

until...

Vesemir suddenly stopped, gripped a protruding stone edge with one finger, and turned his head to look at Ailin in surprise.

His face practically screamed, "Hey! You actually found the Greater Griffin, kid!"

After climbing another ten meters or so, Ailin also felt the immense pressure of the Greater Griffin.

"Whoosh—rumble~"

The snoring sounded like thunder and lightning gathering in the clouds overhead.

The two witchers exchanged a glance and tacitly lowered the noise of their climb, even though they were hardly making any noise to begin with.

Nothing unexpected happened.

The Witcher successfully reached the edge of the Greater Griffin's nest.

The monsters' snoring seemed to echo overhead, and the thick, pungent smell of blood mixed with the putrid stench flowed down the cliff face, washing over their bodies.

Dark red blood dripped from his head, running down the rock face before drying.

About ten meters from the nest, there was a large area that was dark red, and the tentacles were surprisingly slippery.

The two witchers had to slow down their climb, taking out dry cloths they carried with them to wipe their landing spots while holding their breath and climbing cautiously.

The time it took to climb just ten meters was more than half of all the previous climbing processes.

Two dark red cloths emerged from the edge of the steep cliff, were gently wiped, and then retracted.

Immediately following.

The two witchers grabbed the smooth, uneven stone surface they had just wiped and peered inside.

The Greater Griffin nest in natural cliff caves, so large that the mountain winds can make a whistling sound, yet so small that a single Greater Griffin occupies two-thirds of the cave.

"Whoosh—rumble~"

The howling mountain wind was mixed with the muffled rumble of thunder.

A large, dark red flame burned silently over the stark white bones.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that it was not a flame.

Instead, it is Greater Griffin that rests with its body wrapped in wings that blot out the sky.

The witchers exchanged a glance, made a few hand gestures to indicate that it was safe, and then climbed up the cliff.

Instantly.

An intense, almost solidified stench of decay and blood, mixed with a terrifying, overwhelming pressure, swept over us.

I didn't notice it from a distance on the ground this morning and yesterday, but looking at it from this distance, this Greater Griffin seems to be even bigger than the one that was killed some time ago.

Ailin crouched down, examining the cave.

There was only one Greater Griffin Greater Griffin the cave, but it was clearly an adult.

Considering its recent frenzied attacks on Vengerberg.

"There's no mistake, this Greater Griffin must be the mate from three or four months ago. Only in this way would Greater Griffin, which is always loyal to its mate, be so crazy."

"The last Greater Griffin was male, so this one must be female..."

Hiding behind waist-high boulders, the green behemoth's snare was tightly gripped by Ailin's right hand, tied around his waist.

The first "flying pet" was right in front of him, its shape and even its breathing so captivating that it made him feel a burning desire.

Soon, this Greater Griffin would be his!

At this moment.

Thud!

A strange noise suddenly came from beside me.

Vesemir didn't notice the pool of blood hidden beneath the dust and stepped into it.

"Oh no!" the Witcher Master exclaimed inwardly.

"... Long!"

The Greater Griffin's snoring stopped abruptly.

The immense pressure instantly intensified, as if a towering mountain had descended upon them.

"Sizzle—"

Its wings opened, and its claws, harder than steel, sparked as they scraped against the ground.

The eagle's head, as large as a small mountain, stared with dark golden eyes, scanning warily into the cave.

A blood-soaked, empty, semi-open cavern; a cool, howling mountain wind; pure white clouds drifting across the azure sky...

As always.

The eagle's head, with its glossy black mane, tilted slightly.

After a questioning cry, its two wings covered the eagle's head again.

soon.

Thunderous snoring echoed once again from inside the cave.

"Phew~"

A faint sound of relief came from the edge of the cliff, and two witchers reappeared from behind the rubble.

Vesemir gently patted Ailin on the shoulder, a hint of apology in his eyes.

If you can defeat Greater Griffin once, you're generally guaranteed to be able to hunt it a second time.

But the Witcher Master was worried that being discovered would affect Ailin's capture.

Moreover, their location was not good; if the Greater Griffin flapped its wings, the strong wind would blow them away, which would be very dangerous.

not to mention.

The last time the Greater Griffin was hunted was thanks to Ailin's Witcher's Eye, and the scene was extremely dangerous.

Having to fight hastily in such a narrow space, Vesemir himself had little confidence.

Ailin shook his head, indicating that it was nothing.

The bloodstain was well hidden, covered in dust and remained motionless; even he would have had a hard time avoiding it.

Then...

The two carefully watched the "trap" beneath their feet and moved forward silently.

"Whoosh—rumble~"

The pebbles on the ground trembled along with the Greater Griffin's snores.

The closer one gets, the more the colossal object's natural visual pressure, combined with the blessing of Chaos Magic, makes one's heart beat faster involuntarily.

"Thump~"

"Thump~"

Suppressing their racing hearts, the two witchers made it to the Greater Griffin, the perfect spot to use their beast-catching rope.

However, the snare of a giant beast needs to be tied to the head, but the head of Greater Griffin is hidden in its sturdy wings.

Seeing this, Ailin and Vesemir exchanged a knowing glance and took a deep breath.

"Bang!"

Strange noises came from inside the cave, and the snoring suddenly stopped.

The Greater Griffin roared furiously.