Chapter 902
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The dozens of mercenaries were still hurrying from the Giant Valley to the basin. The distance of five to six kilometers didn't seem to be very far, but the mountain roads were extremely treacherous, and even unicorns couldn't run very fast.
"Look! What's that?!"
Someone in the group suddenly exclaimed as he pointed toward the basin.
All of the mercenaries turned toward that direction with astonishment etched on their faces.
A griffin plunged into the basin like a bolt of purple lightning, then took to the air again in an instant before tearing a humanoid object in half with its sharp claws.
"That … That's a purple-striped griffin!"
"Could that be Alex 'legendary griffin?"
"Is there a second one on the Norland Continent? That's a mutated 10th-tier lightning griffin that was tamed by Alex, and it only listens to him. I didn't think that it would appear here."
"Seeing as Master Alex is here, then there's no need to worry."
All of the mercenaries were discussing spiritedly among themselves, and all of them were feeling a lot more relieved. However, they didn't slow down in the slightest. Even if they couldn't help, it would still be a great boast if they could witness Alex in battle.
…
"Alex really is a man of his word." Brandli had already arrived at the Giant Valley, and he looked toward the basin with a gratified expression.
All of the Gray Temple members wore different expressions, but all of them were slightly relieved.
"Master, this is the responsibility of our Gray Temple, after all. If Alex interferes, won't the reputation of our Gray Temple be …" a magic caster beside Brandli said in a soft voice.
"The Gray Temple's reputation was built up by the seniors of the Gray Temple who fought to the death for the safety of Chaos City. They sacrificed their lives to protect the citizens of Chaos City. It won't be affected just because someone protected the citizens before the Gray Temple." Brandli looked at that magic caster with a cold expression, and said, "I feel like you're degrading the reputation of the Gray Temple by saying something like that."
The magic caster blushed as he hurriedly lowered his head, and said, "My apologies."
…
Reinforcements were still on the way, and everyone in the basin was completely astonished by the sight of green will-o '-the-wisps and dark green blood flying through the air.
The eighth rank demon, which was so powerful that it made people despair, was torn to pieces so easily. It didn't even struggle.
A head with wide eyes fell from the sky and rolled right in front of Evan. The pair of dead fish eyes seemed to still be looking at him.
Evan took a few steps back in horror and looked at the head in disbelief. Dark green blood drenched his body, making him look very pathetic.
Just now, he had licked his feet like a dog and was willing to be a slave in exchange for a chance to live. Then, he wanted to kill the woman who embarrassed him and everyone present.
And now, this undefeatable Ghostfire Demon had been torn to pieces by a Gryphon. The sudden reversal left him in a daze. He didn't even know if he should be happy about his freedom or sad about his master's death.
"It's Alex's purple-striped griffin!"
Scott looked up at the griffin in the sky, and his eyes immediately lit up as he exclaimed, "That's right!
"Could it be that Sir Alex is here?"
"We're saved!"
The members of the Rose Mercenary Squad, who were still in shock, were overjoyed. They tightened their defensive perimeter and stopped attacking.
When Alex and Irina were roaming the continent, they were known as the bane of bad guys.
Since the purple-striped griffin was here, Alex must be nearby. That meant they could survive.
"Alex!!!"
The demons, orcs, and trolls saw the Ghostfire Demon torn to pieces, and then looked up at the purple-striped griffin hovering in the sky. They were all terrified.
No one knew better than them what Alex and Irina meant when they said the names. Mercenary groups that hunted wandering elves used to wreak havoc on the Norland Continent. No one dared to stop them. But because of these two, the mercenary groups that hunted wandering elves had been terrorizing the Norland Continent for three years. Many of them disbanded and went into hiding to avoid these two murderous gods.
And now, these murderous gods had appeared again, right next to them.
Even though they hadn't seen him yet, the purple-striped griffin was here, so he must be nearby.
Resist?
Even the void trolls' patriarch was killed by him. The strongest among them, the Ghostfire Demon, was torn to pieces by the griffin's claws. How could they resist? What right did they have to resist?
"Take the hostages!" A forest troll roared. A black vine flew out from his body, wrapped around Evan, and pulled him to his side.
The other five came back to their senses. They suppressed their fear and rushed toward the members of the Rose Mercenary Squad, who were still surrounded. Whether they could survive Alex's attack today depended on these hostages.
The griffin lowered its head and looked down at them. It seemed to be angered by their actions. It raised its head and let out a long roar.
"Howl …"
"Wow, what a beautiful lion! It has wings, and it's purple! But why does it sound so much like Daphne's dog? " Amy looked at the purple-striped griffin through Meg's fingers. Her big eyes were bright with excitement.
"Is it a husky?" Meg asked with a smile.
"Eh? Father, how did you know? Have you seen Daphne's stupid dog that tore down her house? " Amy looked at Meg in surprise. She whispered, "Daphne's grandpa said to make dog soup this winter. Daphne was very sad, but I still asked her to call me when she was cooking."
"Mm-hmm. Drinking dog broth in winter is indeed a very comfortable thing. It would be even better if there was dog meat hot pot." Mag nodded in agreement, even though he had only eaten it once.
The members of the Rose Mercenary Squad, who were nervously preparing to deal with the demons and trolls, had strange expressions on their faces. They could still talk about dog soup and dog hotpot under such circumstances. How much did this father and daughter like to eat? Their hearts were so big that it made one's hair stand on end.
Meg was calm from beginning to end. This was a trap he had set up. The roles of the prey and the hunter were not clear from beginning to end.
"Boom!"
A thunderous explosion.
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