When they heard the screams of wild beasts, the soldiers of the Tuirseach Clan who followed Lynn and Gerd immediately took a warning posture.
Gerd also pulled out the big sword behind his back with a clang.
Looked around cautiously.
Only Lynn did not draw his sword.
Because he heard that it was not a cry of attack, but a cry of injury.
He hesitated for a moment and finally decided to go over and take a look.
"You guys stay here for now, I'll be back soon."
Climb all the way up the nearby hills. The mountain road is extremely rugged, and in many places it can't even be called a road at all.
Fortunately, the weight of the grandmaster-level School of the Wolf armor was not high, and Lynn himself was agile, so he was able to climb all the way up.
Finally, after more than ten minutes, he arrived at the top of the mountain.
An adult griffon lying in a pool of blood came into view.
The griffon bled so much that a large area of the ground was dyed blood red.
On the ground next to them, there were twenty or thirty corpses of human-faced demon birds lying dead.
There is no doubt that the two have just experienced a fierce battle before.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, the griffon turned its head and noticed Lynn climbing to the top of the mountain. The griffin roared weakly, trying to scare away Lynn.
But Lynn could see that this griffon was covered in wounds of all sizes, especially the wounds on its wings, which were extremely deep. It was obviously impossible for it to fly again and make a flapping action.
This is just a bluff.
However, even though he knew that the gryphon would not pose a threat to him, Lynn did not approach rashly.
Unlike other fantasy themes.
In the world of witchers, griffins and dragons are different.
If dragons (here refers to real dragons, not dragon-like creatures) are intelligent creatures, then griffons are actually still within the category of beasts.
Of course, beasts can also be tamed.
Lynn did not draw his sword, nor did he make any hostile moves.
Instead, he took out a bottle of Superior White Raffard's Decoction and shook it towards the griffon from a distance.
The demon hunter's potion is extremely poisonous to ordinary humans, but to monsters, this toxicity is not fatal.
White Raffard's Decoction can quickly stop bleeding and heal the wound.
Lynn doesn't know if he can conquer the opponent and become his battle pet with just a life-saving grace.
But right now he doesn't think so much, just try and die.
Maybe he finally saw that Lynn is not hostile.
Or maybe it was because of the severe injuries and excessive blood loss that the gryphon finally let down its guard.
Lynn then took the magic potion and walked over slowly.
But when he was halfway there, he suddenly noticed with sharp eyes that the "corpse" of a human-faced demon bird lying not far from the griffin suddenly moved.
The gryphon also reacted and waved its claws, almost tearing the human-faced demon bird in half.
But before he died, the other party also used his claws to open the griffon's belly.
Lynn was shocked.
Ignoring the possibility of arousing the griffon's hostility, he took three steps at a time and ran over in a hurry.
Then, he sighed and shook his head.
Nothing was said.
A wound was opened on the griffin's belly, and blood, intestines and internal organs flowed out.
For such an injury, even using the White Raffard will not help.
Lynn sighed.
In order to prevent accidents, Lynn came back to the griffon after finishing his blows on the other human-faced monster bird corpses on the ground one by one.
The gryphon was already seriously injured before and was just holding on.
The near-death counterattack of the human-faced demon bird pretending to be dead was the straw that broke the camel's back.
When Lynn came over, the griffon had already expired.
Lynn shook his head.
I bowed my head in silence for a few seconds.
But at this moment, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the griffon's body moving slightly.
Lynn instantly jumped back a step and at the same time grasped the Grandmaster Silver Sword tightly.
Just when he thought it was another human-faced demon bird pretending to be dead, a small head struggled to get out from under the gryphon's body.
It was actually a gryphon cub that hadn't even opened its eyes.
The young griffon struggled to crawl out from under its mother's body. Perhaps the surroundings were too quiet, or perhaps it was because it had lost its mother's comfort. The young griffon clung to the griffon's body, squealing in fear, and its small body shrank into a ball.
Lynn put away the silver sword, squatted down, and gently stroked the little guy's head with the back of his hand.
Feeling the warmth coming from the back of his hand, the little guy leaned over unconsciously, and his body no longer shivered so badly.
It chirped again, but this time the tone was different from before.
Intuition tells Lynn:
It may be hungry.
So Lynn took out the dried meat from the magic pattern leather bag.
The young griffon smelled the aroma of dried meat. Although its eyes had not yet opened, its little head was tilted in the direction where the aroma of meat was coming from.
However, this little guy was very polite and didn't grab it. Instead, he cupped Lynn's hand with his little head and made a heart-wrenching whimper at the same time.
Lynn looks distressed and funny at the same time.
I stopped teasing it, gently opened its mouth, and stuffed the dried meat inside.
The little guy was quite smart. It seemed that he knew that what he put into his mouth was food, so he ate it with big mouthfuls.
The little thing is still very small. If a person eats a piece of dried meat, it will be full after only eating half of it.
After it was full, it put its head on Lynn's hand and rubbed it back and forth as if to please.
Lynn picked it up, but it didn't resist. Instead, it lay in the demon hunter's arms, and soon began to snore.
Gerd and others waited below for a while, and then saw Lynn walking over holding a small object.
Lynn briefly told everyone what happened above.
Everyone couldn't help but marvel.
Even Gerd has never encountered such a thing in his decades of career as a demon hunter.
"A griffon? I've always heard that young griffins are very popular among warlocks. This little guy will definitely fetch a lot of money."
"No, I don't plan to sell it, I plan to raise it myself."
"Raise it yourself?"
Gerd was stunned.
But then he thought again and realized that they had just received a lot of rewards from Earl Torgil, and they could indeed afford to feed a gryphon.
Thinking of this, Gerd couldn't help but envy Lynn.
Other witchers ride horses, but Lynn can ride a griffon.
How majestic that would be.
However, Gerd is just envy.
If he really let him raise it, he would be afraid that this griffon would make him poor.
What you need to do next is actually very simple.
The other Tuirseach Clan soldiers and the little gryphon stayed outside.
Lynn and Gerd drank high-grade magic potion, brought alchemy bombs, and entered Castle Etnir.