Chapter 341 Hunting the Griffin

The morning mist covered the bright sky with a veil of gauze.

Two travelers arrived in the deserted wilderness.

The stench and smell of charcoal brought by the war permeated the air, which was the most likely smell to arouse the monsters' restlessness, but they were completely unaware of the danger and rode their horses as if they were on a picnic.

If you look closely, you will find that the travelers are not outing without a purpose.

A white star, dragging a long tail, floated in front of the two white horses, guiding the direction.

"Hatred. Ever since the white ship of the elves ran aground in Skellige during the immigration era, the hatred of the foolish mortals has never ceased."

“It makes one laugh when thinking about it.”

Viggofortz narrowed his eyes.

Lydia followed the man's gaze.

Black smoke replaced cooking smoke, rising sparsely from the earth.

"That's Xilunduo. The day before yesterday, I lost another stone bridge there. It is said that more than 300 people died." Lydia said in a flat tone.

Just like his father, Haxor, who was a big eater, the Lone King was Rado, the new king of Kaedwen, and had a new nickname circulating in the city.

"The new king, who was deserted by his friends and relatives, mistook his reflection on the lake for the stars in the night sky," Viggofortz shook his head regretfully. "How could he win when he didn't even know who was truly in control of the kingdom?"

"Will it affect our plan?" Lydia asked worriedly. "Aedirn's Demave II is very hostile to male wizards. It is said that Fritz, who was originally a court wizard, was put in magic-blocking gold shackles and imprisoned in a dungeon."

"Not only the front lines, but all border cities in Aedirn are now prohibiting wizards from entering."

"I heard that Lady Tissaia has been busy recommending Aretuza's sorceresses to the nobles of Aedirn in recent months."

"in addition……"

"Caroline of Temeria, Samantha of Tretog, Alice, and even the always reclusive Bloody Red Fox Vera, have expressed their willingness this year to compete for a position in the newly established Supreme Council last year. They are also planning to speak out to increase the number of seats for female sorcerers in the High-level Warlock Council..."

"These are the secrets of Aretuza, right?" Vilgefortz smiled gently. "Are you telling me that?"

The man's voice was full of charming magnetism, making people unconsciously want to hear him say more.

“Vigo…” Lydia, whose mind was completely absorbed in the wizard’s smile, murmured as if in a dream, “My home is not in Aretusa…”

Viggofortz did not respond, still maintaining his gentle smile.

"It won't have any impact," he shook his head. "Kaedwen is much stronger than Adian. The current predicament is only due to the power struggle in the Kaedwen court. But once I completely compromise, or completely win... which is unlikely... the war between the two countries will soon be over."

"Aedirn rejects male wizards, and accepting female wizards will affect the power structure of the Brotherhood of Wizards. But don't forget that no matter how balanced it is, four of the five members of the Guild of Talent and Craft are male wizards from Ban Ader, and the one with the highest status is Heng Gedimides."

"As for other high-ranking wizards, Ban Ade's wizards are in the majority."

Hearing this, Lydia's eyes lit up: "Yes! It was Hen Gedimidis who invited you to Ban Ade."

"So what if it's not?" Vigfortz rode on a white horse, his body straight and elegant. "The selection is ultimately based on results."

"Vigo..."

The strong confidence in Vigfortz's tone made Lydia breathe faster.

Just when she wanted to say something.

"Bell~"

The star flickered with its long snow-white tail, making a strange noise that interrupted Lydia, and then it accelerated and flew into the dense forest.

Viggofortz and Lydia fell silent and rode away on their horses.

The small birch forest is covered with roots and branches of plants, like the tentacles of the devil from hell.

The strange smell gradually became clearer.

"quack--"

The crows were frightened by the uninvited guests and flew away in all directions, leaving behind only hoarse cries.

"Herodus~"

His eyes fell from the dark crow feathers in the sky, and Viggofortz immediately tightened the reins and stopped the horse.

What comes into view is a hell called battlefield.

Rusty swords and shields, defeated flags stuck in the ground, overturned carriages, and of course... countless corpses. All elements related to war can be found in this place.

"Da da da~"

The white horse stepped in reluctantly at the urging of its master.

Recite a spell to drive away several ghouls that were licking the corpses of their own kind.

Lydia looked at the stars condensed by the spell with a somewhat pale face, flying from one monster's corpse to another, and finally stopping above a pool of dark blood.

"Are you okay?" Vigfortz asked with a hint of worry.

"It's okay, it's just a little gross."

Viggofortz nodded, and the sapphire ring on his right index finger shone with a blue glow.

When the brightness of the glow reached its peak, he waved lightly.

The white magic stars spread instantly and turned into a translucent light mist, covering the entire old battlefield.

Ghouls, carrion demons, humans and demon hunters, blurry white illusions transformed into various forms, fighting silently and at an extremely fast speed on this cursed black and brown land.

"Ilar's star illusion is so clear. At most three days ago, they were still on this battlefield..." Lydia said excitedly, "We are almost catching up!"

Although it was very pleasant to be alone with Viggo Fortz, sleeping in the open air was definitely not as comfortable as being in the wizard tower.

more importantly.

As long as those demon hunters are caught, Vigfortz will definitely get the support of Ben Ader and the radical wizards led by Sonny at the end-of-year conference.

Vigfortz was not as excited as Lydia.

He frowned and pulled at the reins.

The white horse walked meekly to the pool of blood where Ilar's star finally came to rest.

The white illusion around was bustling, but there was nothing on this extremely obvious huge bloodstain.

Viggofortz looked around intently, but could not find a phantom figure that matched the huge trace on the ground.

Lydia noticed the wizard's abnormality: "What's wrong, Vigour?"

"There is a missing illusion here." Vigfortz frowned, "Based on the size of the traces, it should be a giant ghoul, a corpse-eating creature."

Lydia rode over curiously and observed carefully for a few seconds: "There is indeed a missing illusion."

"The demon hunter who killed this giant ghoul didn't participate in killing the water ghost that Miguel gave blood to?"

"Or has someone who is not our target joined us?"

Vigfortz said nothing.

Lydia's guess was reasonable, but he felt something was wrong.

Ilar's star illusion was an ancient elven magic discovered by them from the ancient elven ruins. It was specially used for tracking and was closely related to the ancient god of fate whose title was unknown.

Also because it involves fate.

Even though ancient magic is difficult and obscure, the difficulty of practicing Ilar's star illusion has increased a thousand times.

Only a magic source like him who has a strange connection with the world and elements can learn it.

However, equally commensurate with the difficulty is the spell effect of Ilar's Star Illusion.

It is not prophecy or divination, but it is more mysterious than prophecy or divination, and it is difficult to understand its principle, just like...

A black box.

As long as there is some kind of fateful connection with the target, it should be presented in the form of an illusion.

He glanced up again.

Ghouls, Carrion Demons, Demon Hunters... and Humans...

Could it be that these white phantoms in human form have been following those witchers?

"Vigo!"

Lydia suddenly shouted, interrupting Vigfortz.

"That direction is... Aedirn?" Lydia's face suddenly changed after seeing the direction the white illusion went away. "Vigo... they really crossed the battlefield and headed for Aedirn!"

"It's alright," Vilgefortz said gently to comfort him. "Aedirn bans wizards, and that's why we have allied with Aretuza."

"Without wizards here, searching by mortals alone can only catch low-level wizards."

"But we do have to speed up," Vigfortz suddenly remembered something, and his expression suddenly became serious. "We must stop the witchers before they reach Vengerberg, otherwise Ilar's star will be isolated and dissipated by the power of the capital of Aedirn." After he finished speaking.

Vigfortz waved his hand.

The white illusion on the huge old battlefield instantly condensed into stars and flew southward with pure white flames.

The flying speed was obviously half as fast as before arriving at the battlefield.

"call!"

The white horse galloped, and the wind whistled in my ears.

Viggofortz pulled the reins, but he kept thinking about the illusion that had just been lost.

There were only a few words in the ancient elven ruins, and Ilar used the star illusion for the first time to chase strangers after learning it on his own.

He really couldn't decide which guess about the disappearance of the illusion was correct.

Lydia's guess was certainly more reasonable, but Viggofortz always felt that there was another reason that even he himself could not believe.

Is it possible... that anyone can really escape the detection of fate?
Who is he?
Thinking of this, a familiar prophecy suddenly emerged in Viggofortz's mind, and his heart suddenly accelerated, pumping blood throughout his body.

"Whoo~"

He swallowed his saliva to moisten his suddenly dry throat.

"Don't think about it!" Vigfortz took a deep breath and calmed his suddenly restless heart. "No matter which possibility it is, as long as we catch those demon hunters, the truth will be revealed."

As for whether all the demon hunters can be captured alive...

Viggofortz never considered the possibility of failure.

after all.

Wizards are the creators of the world.

Witcher...

It's just one of the Creator's countless failed works.

……

next day
afternoon.

After the summer solstice, time quickly enters the solar month.

The scorching sun also showed its true power.

Vengerburg, one of the most fortified cities in the northern continent, was distorted in the air. The city walls, gates, and the palace protruding from the mountain inside were like strange-shaped candle lamps sculpted by skilled craftsmen and melted by flames.

Only the metal dome of the royal palace was shining brightly, like flowing gold.

Look down.

People coming in and out of the city had to avoid the scorching sun, and everyone looked exhausted, even the knights and soldiers who were fully armed.

Or maybe the reason why these humans are so decadent is not because of the sun, which only shines for a few dozen days a year, but because...

"Wow—"

The terrifying and angry howls tore through the sky, causing the city, which was already distorted by the high temperature, to tremble.

The crowd walking on the wide avenue in front of the gate of Wengerburg heard the howling, abandoned their carriages, cargo and anything that would affect their movement, and hid in the shadows of the city walls, the grass and wheat fields on both sides of the avenue, and any other place where they could hide.

In the blink of an eye, the entire avenue was empty.

It can be seen that they are very skilled.

"coming!"

A light shout came from the bushes at least a thousand meters away from Wengerburg.

follow closely.

"Om~"

The moment a subtle but intense buzzing sound was heard, a tremendous pressure suddenly came down from above, as if the sky with the scorching sun hanging on it collapsed.

Then a huge shadow covered the sky and cast a huge shadow on the earth.

Hiding in the bushes, the demon hunter quietly looked up at the sky.

The curved beak of an eagle, the sharp claws of a lion.

The sparse feathers could barely cover the fiery red flesh, and the huge wings that blocked out the sun and the sky...

"It's the great griffin for sure!" Vesemir narrowed his eyes and spoke in a very soft voice, as if he was afraid of waking up the monster in the sky.

Arlin, who was beside Vesemir, did not focus his eyes on the swooping griffin, but looked in the direction from which the monster came.

There are towering mountains with snow on top and white cloud belts hanging around their waists.

It is also part of the Blue Mountains.

It is just that because it can be seen by the nobles of Vengerberg, it does not have a name like the ones around Kaer Morhen.

Ard Rhena (Ancient: Ard Rhena) roughly means the High Queen or the Supreme Queen.

"Whoo~"

The huge wings like clouds brought up a strong wind, blowing down large fields of golden wheat.

The demon hunter's vision was also obscured.

All that could be heard was the mad howling of the great griffin, as if it was looking for the enemy who had killed it.

Soon they passed the wheat field where the witcher was.

The two witchers quickly pushed aside the broken straw and looked in the direction of Vengerberg.

Faintly, a few cold rays of light flickered on the towering city walls of Vengerburg.

Just when Ailin was wondering what that was.

"Zheng——"

"call out!"

Several iron arrows, almost two meters long, flashed with cold light and shot directly at the giant griffin from the city wall.

Ailin's heart tightened instantly.

Although it was not right to think this way, he had already regarded this big griffin as his own property.

Except for the dragon.

The best monster that can be captured by the One-Eyed Clan's Behemoth Catcher is basically the Great Griffin.

The more powerful dragon monsters such as pterodactyls, fork-tailed dragons, and monitor lizards are not only irritable, but also more difficult to find. They usually live in groups in the Dragon Mountains of Hengfors.

Moreover, he just wanted a flying monster for transportation and had no intention of letting it participate in the battle.

That's why we've dealt with it before, and there's also a big griffin that targets the mixed animal oil, which is just right.

“No,” Vesemir shook his head. “The people of Aedirn don’t know how to use the Dragon Crossbow. It’s too slow, and it doesn’t even have the red magic glow. It’s basically just an ordinary crossbow.”

really.

The big griffin just howled again angrily and flapped its wings.

The green light mixed with the strong wind instantly blew down several iron arrows.

Then it fell into Vengerburg and was blocked by the city wall.

The witcher hiding in the wheat field could only hear the rumbling sound of destruction and the angry cry of the griffin.

For a while.

The monster had just vented its anger and flapped its wings that covered the sky and flew back along the same path.

"Whoo~"

The strong wind blew through the wheat fields again.

Even though they couldn't see the damage inside Vengerburg, the two witchers could realize it just by looking at the large areas of broken and juicy straw around them.

Because of this giant griffin, Aedirn suffered heavy losses.

The big griffin flew over the wheat field where the witcher was hiding. Vesemir and Arryn looked at its back and shouted in unison:

"Follow me!"

(End of this chapter)