The Reason Greater Griffins Live High Up

The sound wave struck the Witcher Master like a heavy hammer, gripping his throat and pounding against his ribs.

The pale purple magical barrier that Oterrohp Sign had created in front of him churned like water.

In front of him.

The Greater Griffin spread its wings, which blotted out the sky, and completely divided the entire cave in two.

Vesemir was as insignificant as an ant standing before a falcon.

"Come on! You damned beast!"

Vesemir wiped the stench of the monster's saliva from his face and roared defiantly to attract the attention of the Greater Griffin.

This caused the Greater Griffin, which already hated humans, to not even think of taking flight. Its talons were stuck in the rocks, and it crouched down, stretching its head out like a crossbow bolt to peck at the Witcher Master.

It did not find it.

The Witcher Master's gaze would occasionally drift towards the top of its head.

There was a stone pillar there that was slightly twisted, as if it were hidden in the water.

"Thump!"

The Witcher Master dodged the attack by lunging to the side.

The sharp beak of the eagle crashed onto the dark red ground, sending rubble and debris flying.

"Ailin, get ready!" Vesemir shouted.

The Quen Shield on the leather armor flickered with light and shadow as the scattered stones struck it.

He paid no attention, staring at the fierce eagle eyes that were larger than his head, and with his right middle finger bent, he pushed the griffin sharply in the direction of the Greater Griffin.

Alde Sign.

Eagle Eyes was hit head-on; his hard, iron-like eyelids twisted, and tears welled up in his eyes.

The immense, invisible psychic power distorted the air, directly striking the Greater Griffin's head and bending it to the side.

The Greater Griffin cried out in pain, closed its eyes, and raised its head.

"Now!" Vesemir shouted, then quickly ran towards a corner of the cave.

at the same time.

A figure wearing red leather armor suddenly appeared out of thin air on the stone pillar not far from the tip of the beak.

He gripped the protrusion on the stone pillar with one hand, while swinging the emerald green rope that was tied into a loop with the other.

The moment the eagle's head was raised to its highest point, he narrowed his azure eyes and swung the giant beast snare toward the Greater Griffin's head.

The emerald green rope lunged toward its target, flashing several green lights in mid-air, rapidly magnifying, magnifying, and magnifying again.

In less than half a second, it enlarged to the size of the eagle's head, caught it, and Ailin landed in the Greater Griffin black mane.

The strong smell of wild animals filled the air.

"Bah!"

moment.

The Greater Griffin, in pain, stared wide-eyed in terror and shook its head frantically.

The sharp claws left sparks as they scratched the ground, clawing at the neck.

Its sparsely feathered wings flapped haphazardly against the walls, floor, and even the ceiling of the cave.

The instinctive gust of wind scattered the shattered remains everywhere, many of them being blown away from the cliff face.

fortunately.

Vesemir had anticipated this and hid in a narrow corner of the cave.

"Everything went smoothly!" His heart was still pounding wildly beside the stalagmite.

Although the Greater Griffin's reactions were as planned, the thrill of provoking a top-tier large monster was no less than dancing on the edge of a knife.

He glanced at the frenzied Greater Griffin, oblivious to the howling wind that tousled his hair.

"Tsk tsk!" Vesemir exclaimed in amazement. "How on earth was that green rope made? It's so tiny, yet it actually works!"

"But now it's up to Ailin to decide!"

The words had barely left his mouth.

Unable to break free from the giant beast's snare, the Greater Griffin roared in terror, its wings shoveling up a large pile of bones and flesh as it stumbled and staggered outwards.

Then, with its wings pointing downwards, it fell off a cliff hundreds of meters high.

"Ailin!"

Upon witnessing this scene, Vesemir instantly stood up in terror.

He chased after it, shouting, and watched helplessly as the Greater Griffin plummeted before his eyes, falling uncontrollably into the ethereal white clouds and disappearing from sight.

"Damn it! I shouldn't have agreed to Ailin's crazy idea! I must have been out of my mind, how could I have been so easily persuaded..."

Vesemir clung to the edge of the cliff, cursing helplessly.

This height might only cause serious injury to Greater Griffin, but for a Witcher, even Witcher Master falling to the ground, no matter how skillful the Quen Sign is, would be doomed to be shattered to pieces.

However, before he could figure out a way to get down the mountain...

An angry roar came from the Greater Griffin of the mountain.

Anger, but no pain.

"Ailin!" Vesemir peered down again.

"Call--"

The raging wind shattered the clouds.

Almost the instant the Witcher Master poked his head out, a massive black and red figure brushed past his head and rose with the wind.

The hair tie that bound her long hair broke, and her hair flew wildly in the wind.

Reaching out to casually pinch his hair to keep it from obstructing his view, Vesemir squinted and looked up.

The Greater Griffin's flight path was erratic, sometimes crashing into cliffs and sometimes breaking off thick pine trees.

However, neither of them achieved their goal.

The green rope around its black mane appeared even more vibrant, shimmering with a brilliance that even the blazing sun could not conceal.

"Phew~"

Vesemir breathed a sigh of relief, and without caring what the hard and soft thing on the ground was, he plopped down on it.

"That brat is really worrying!"

——

On the other side.

"Click~"

A strange sound came from the Greater Griffin's mane; the giant beast's snare had tightened another latch.

"Damn Witcher's Handbook, they didn't even provide instructions!"

Ailin cursed under his breath.

It was truly a close call. He had thought that as long as he put the Greater Griffin's head, he could subdue it.

Who would have thought that it would take a considerable amount of time after putting it on?

After the Giant Beast Lasso of the One-Eyed Clan on the Greater Griffin, five green, knot-like buckles immediately appeared in the circular loop.

The giant beast can only be successfully subdued when the rings are tightened to the last latch.

"Bah!"

The Greater Griffin performed another sharp turn and somersault in mid-air, trying to throw Ailin off its back.

But he held the rope in one hand and gripped the mane tightly in the other.

With a two-pronged approach, no matter how much the Greater Griffin struggled and thrashed, it couldn't bring him down.

at the same time.

The Greater Griffin's resistance and rejection, transmitted through the glowing green giraffe's snare, struck the Witcher's spirit like a hammer and axe.

"Hmph~"

Ailin groaned, blood trickling from his nose, as he forced himself to endure the mental blow that felt like it was going to smash his brain.

Taking advantage of the moment when the emotional fluctuations subsided, enduring the pain, he sent another Mental Fluctuation through the giant beast's snare—

"Rise!"

The Greater Griffin cried out in terror.

It felt like a violently beating heart being caressed by cold fingers.

Something very important is drifting further and further away from it.

But it cannot control itself to obey the commands in its mind, to leave the mountains, to leave freedom, and to flap its wings to a place higher than the clouds.

"Click~"

Another buckle was fastened to the knot.

Now only one remains.

"Bah!"

The Greater Griffin's struggles grew increasingly fierce, and the emotional impact on the Witcher's mind became more and more frequent.

But they are like tides crashing against a cliff, one after another, only to be powerlessly pulled back.

However, judging from the Witcher's pale face and the bloodstains all over his face, he was not having an easy time enduring these mental attacks.

But as each buckle was fastened, the Giant Beast Lasso of the One-Eyed Clan transformed from solid to illusory, and he could feel himself getting closer and closer to the spiritual core of the Greater Griffin.

This excited him, made him grit his teeth, and clutch the black mane of the Greater Griffin and the green rope of the giant beast's snare, which represented some kind of contract and connection.

"What an amazing snare!" the Witcher exclaimed with confidence.

He is on the path to victory.

until.

A profound sense of despair echoed in the Greater Griffin's roar.

The witcher held his breath and prepared, but unexpectedly, no emotional or mental attacks came from the giant beast's snare.

The next moment.

He understood.

Because he discovered that he was falling, falling at an extremely fast speed.

"Buzzing~"

The Wolf Emblem hums.

A faint blue magical glow enveloped the sparse black and red wings.

The Greater Griffin's enormous body, like an arrow fired from a crossbow, pierced through the pure white clouds and hurtled straight towards the green earth.

"A clever girl!" Ailin thought to herself.

The Giant Beast Lasso of the One-Eyed Clan is "fair"; for every mental attack delivered by Greater Griffin, the witcher can command it for a few seconds.

Conversely, if the Greater Griffin doesn't attack, Ailin naturally won't be able to control its thoughts.

The fact that this Greater Griffin could discover this pattern in less than ten minutes shows that it is indeed very intelligent. Even an ordinary person might not be able to discover this pattern in the midst of a panic.

"It's just a pity it's too late..."

The forest was rapidly approaching in the strong wind.

The flock of birds sensed the intense pressure and were startled from the branches. They circled the Greater Griffin and rushed towards the landing point, scattering in all directions and flapping their wings rapidly.

Then...

"Click~"

The crisp, unusual sound, barely audible amidst the howling wind stirred up by the Air Element, truly changed everything.

The Greater Griffin suddenly flapped its wings and turned.

The enormous body, almost perpendicular to the ground, became parallel to the ground in the blink of an eye.

Amidst its aggrieved and painful cries, it suddenly turned to a gust of wind that ruffled the trees twenty or thirty meters below.

Many of the younger trees in the center even broke as a result.

The scene was quite spectacular.

Releasing his left hand from its tight grip on the mane, Ailin found that the giant beast-catching rope in his right hand had vanished.

Only the lifelike eagle head pattern with a sharp beak on the back of the right hand, and the faint green light still shimmering within the thick mane, prove that it once existed.

"It's truly amazing," the Witcher exclaimed, holding the back of his right hand to his eyes. "How did the Giant Beast Lasso of the One-Eyed Clan?"

The Greater Griffin cried out in fear, sounding utterly aggrieved.

"Don't be afraid, Good Girl, I will treat you well!"

The Witcher, interrupted by the sound, stroked his stiff mane, feeling like a jerk comforting a girl who had just been hurt, and couldn't help but smile.

The weather was clear and sunny, and the blue sky was so refreshing that it was invigorating.

The Witcher wiped the blood from his face, his smile turning from a faint smirk into a hearty laugh.

Greater Griffin!

He finally got it!

With her, where in this vast world of Witcher can't we go?

Taking a deep breath to calm his excited heart, Ailin gently patted his mane and transmitted his voice to a newly appeared emerald link in his mind:

"Let's go back."

"Vesemir must be getting impatient..."

The Greater Griffin obediently cried out and flapped its wings to fly towards the beautiful Mount Adria.

——

Vesemir was indeed getting impatient.

Before the Greater Griffin had even stopped, it could see him from afar as he emerged from the darkness deep within the cave, strode quickly to the edge of the cave, and eagerly awaited his arrival.

"Aren't you afraid that only the Greater Griffin will return, and not me?"

Ailin jumped off the Greater Griffin and made a joke.

Vesemir carefully examined Ailin's entire body and found that only his face had bloodstains. After carefully inquiring about the reason, he shook his head in annoyance.

"So what?"

"If you don't come back, I won't have the face to go back to Kaer Morhen."

Vesemir's tone was solemn and earnest, so much so that Ailin was momentarily stunned.

"Don't take that risk next time..." The Witcher Master paused, "Try not to take that kind of risk anymore. The future of the school doesn't always have to be sacrificed by you."

Your safety is more important than you think!

"The Chief and I have talked about your future many times. Vesemir and Mary are still waiting for you in Kaer Morhen, and even in Arland, there's Lyra..."

"Ahem~" Ailin coughed lightly, interrupting Vesemir's rambling, "Lyra and I... we're nothing... just friends..."

"And what about Mary?" Vesemir seized on the loophole in his question. "So Mary and Mary have a relationship?"

Ailin was a little embarrassed and was thinking about how to explain...

The Greater Griffin made a sound to save him from his predicament.

Vesemir's attention was indeed drawn to it.

He approached the enormous creature, which was only as tall as one of its legs. "I never imagined you actually tamed Greater Griffin!"

He clicked his tongue in admiration and tried to touch the drooping black back feathers, but the Greater Griffin dodged him and opened its beak to peck at him.

"Oh, oh~" Ailin quickly stepped in and stood between them, "Good Girl, don't be angry, this is Vesemir, our friend..."

The Greater Griffin then gave up, turning its head to groom its sparse, wind-blown feathers with its hard beak.

"That's amazing!"

Vesemir was not frightened by this; his dark golden Cat Eyes gazed at the enormous monster and he exclaimed in admiration.

That's not surprising; what man hasn't dreamed of being a dragon knight since childhood?

Although the Greater Griffin is weaker than the dragon, it can still soar through the blue sky.

He examined the Greater Griffin's fur for a while, then, as if suddenly remembering something, turned his head to look at Ailin:

"That's right!"

Do you know why this Greater Griffin nests at such a high place?

"Why?" Ailin was taken aback by his question.

This is indeed very unusual, and if the Greater Griffin nested in the lowlands of the mountains as described in Monster Economics books, many of the hidden deadly risks today would not exist.

For example, at the beginning, the Greater Griffin panicked and fell off the cliff out of control.

If it weren't for the Giant Beast Lasso of the One-Eyed Clan that allowed him to receive a mental attack and then command the Greater Griffin.

It's not impossible for both the human and the beast to fall to their deaths.

"Come with me!"

Vesemir smiled mysteriously and walked deeper into the cave.