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Deliberately slowing the dragon's flight, the group saw a range of towering mountains piercing the clouds ahead as night drew near. They had reached the Griffin Mountain Range! This mountain range was famed for producing wild griffins; more than half the wild griffins and griffin eggs traded across the Western Continent came from here. Now that he thought about it, those griffins and griffin eggs were probably one of the Fallen God Temple's means of raking in wealth.
After all, every nation on the Western Continent maintained a flying magic beast cavalry corps. Even an ordinary kingdom would keep two or three thousand griffins for show, while an ordinary griffin's lifespan was only around twenty years. Every year, the Western Continent's demand for griffins and griffin eggs was an enormous figure.
The dragon hovered in midair as Lin Qi compared the map against the terrain before him.
Flocks of wild griffins shrieked past them, but Mr. Mo's magic had cut off the dragon's draconic might, and those griffins did not notice Lin Qi and the others in the slightest. Following a unique route, they circled through the skies all around them. Squadron after squadron of griffins crisscrossed in flight, forming a tightly woven net of surveillance.
"The Fallen God Temple has certainly put a great deal of effort into this!" Yun curled her lips.
The flight paths of these griffin flocks had clearly been meticulously arranged. Anyone seeking to approach the Griffin Mountain Range would be unable to avoid their watch. At a glance, there were at least several hundred griffins circling through the near and distant skies. The entire Griffin Mountain Range stretched for a thousand miles; if the Fallen God Temple monitored the whole range, they controlled no fewer than tens of thousands