"You did well." Kallie was replaced by the scout at the front of the team. When he passed by Reynolds, he said, "In your current state, you should be able to pass the enhancement ritual. Don't worry."
His expression was still cold and stiff when he said those heartwarming words. Reynolds looked at him with an equally awkward smile and said, "I've never worried about it. I won't die in the enhancement ritual, and I won't die here. "
"That's good." Kieran nodded and retreated to the back of the group, following behind Wu Mama.
Everyone walked along the steep cliff on the slanted stones that were less than five feet wide. The stones here were hard enough that they wouldn't break into pieces that would shake the soles of their feet. The stones here were hard enough that their heads wouldn't be injured even if they fell from a height of five hundred meters.
When people were staggering around here, they had to pay attention to maintaining the correct posture at all times and overcome the desire to let go of themselves. Reynolds found that the more dangerous the cliff, the more he wanted to jump down and end it all. The more he was afraid of heights, the more he wanted to throw himself into the fatal heights. This emotion would turn into self-mockery when they were far away from the cliff, which would then be used to deepen their fear the next time.
Because of their fear, they would have a foolish thought in their imagination: to end their fear with death. Actually, after walking for so long, they became numb and resigned themselves to their foolish thoughts. They slowly overcame their fear.
"Shh! There's a sound in front! "Kallie suddenly said." Sneak! "
Everyone immediately stuck to the cliff on the right side of the mountain, lowered their posture slightly, and shut their mouths tightly. Faint sounds of fighting could be heard amidst the noisy mountain wind. Everyone pricked up their ears. Those who could use the Eagle Sect's meditation technique had strengthened their five senses.
"A griffin. It's calling, "Kallie said in a low voice.
Everyone took out their weapons and quickly checked them. Then, they began to move forward carefully. Although they had spent ten days in the mountains looking for this griffin, no one wanted to encounter it now. Now, everyone was on the mountain path, which was the most unfavorable terrain. The griffin had a high chance of killing them all. It could even fly over and crash into the team from the front to the back. The rest would be left to the huge drop and the hard mountain rocks.
Fortunately, this didn't happen. Everyone left the dangerous cliff and stepped onto the steep but open slope, heading toward the mountain ridge. The griffin's cry came from the other side of the mountain, and Reynolds could hear it now.
It was obvious that it was fighting. The cries were filled with anger, excitement, and a bit of madness. These emotions were overflowing. There was no mistaking it. Tron held up a camouflage shield that was similar to the color of the rocks and the earth. He hid himself and the crossbow that could be shot at any time behind the shield. He hunched his back and climbed up the ridge first. Then, everyone saw him stand up and heard him shout.
"Instructor! Reynolds! Come and see what's going on! "
Everyone sped up and used their hands and feet to rush forward. Yegret accelerated and easily overtook Renault. He was almost the second to rush up. She held her forehead and couldn't help but exclaim, "Goddess bless me! What kind of creature is that? "
Reynolds hurried up and saw a cat and a bird fighting on the top of a nearby mountain.
From afar, it looked like two cats and a bird, but considering the visual distance, it was clear that it was not a cat and a bird. First of all, the bird was a griffin. It should be larger than the one that attacked Reynolds and then shed its feathers, with a wingspan of more than ten meters. Reynolds stared at it and found that it was thinner. The feathers on its body were like an oversized fur coat that hung loosely on the narrow shoulders of a bony woman. At this point, it didn't have the strong and mighty feeling of the cliff griffin from before. Instead, it seemed very treacherous.
This didn't mean that it was weak in combat.
The griffin kept flying, turning, gliding at high speed, suddenly diving to attack, and then pulling up quickly. The smoke of dust and snowflakes of frost accompanied its attacks, interfering with the opponent's vision and hearing together with the whistling sound. Four eagle-like sharp claws and a sharp beak that had become more sinister because of its greater flexibility took turns to attack. Some hit the target, and the attacks that didn't hit the target sometimes hit the mountain rocks. Reynolds saw stone fragments flying everywhere, but the claws were unscathed.
This was no longer a matter of intestines being pierced. If one was hit by the claws, even if it was just a graze, it would be the same as being hit by a large caliber bullet.
The two "cats" fighting the griffin obviously knew this. They tried to dodge as nimbly as possible, and then waited for an opportunity to counterattack when the griffin lowered its altitude. The two cats were black, which affected the accurate judgment of their size, but they should be about the same size as a rhinoceros. When they moved, black smoke spread out from the gaps in their fur, like a cloud of fog. This could have provided them with cover, but for the griffin that occupied the sky, it didn't have much of an effect.
They could only jump up to attack, and only two claws or teeth could be used for an attack. This was no advantage in front of the griffin that had at least four eagle claws. So the result of the repeated exchanges was that there were many bleeding wounds on their bodies. Red blood and black fur stuck to the cold rock. The griffin squawked excitedly. It was a shrill, piercing sound. The two big black cats kept roaring one word, "Shoot!"
"What kind of cat is that?" Reynolds stared at the primitive and cruel battle opposite him, his heart pounding. "It's so big!"
"Ghost Cat," Tron said. "A dangerous creature that hides at night and is good at ambushes. It's very patient and very cunning. There are many of them in the Sunset Mountains. However, such a big one is very rare. "
"And …" Because the place where the battle was taking place was more than three hundred meters away from them, and there was a deep valley between them, Kaley took the opportunity to check on Tron. "Is there anything else unusual?"
"Ghost Cats should go down the mountain for the winter in this season. Their black fur is useful in the dark, but it's a burden in the snow. We're above the height of the snowfall. Why haven't they gone down the mountain yet? "
"Look again! Keep your eyes open and look carefully! Don't miss any black! "
Tron shrank his neck and then focused on the battle. "Yes, they're protecting the nest! Under the chicken-head-shaped rock on the right, I see two … three Ghost Cat cubs. They're so small! Are they just born? Why are they in this season? Normally, they would avoid winter. It's difficult for cubs that small to survive the cold and lack of food. "
"That's unknown." Kaley looked at the surrounding terrain, then pointed to the left and said, "The right looks better, but there's cover on the left. Let's go that way! It's not a bad thing that the griffin and the Ghost Cats are fighting. Let's wait for them to decide the winner. Tron, who do you think will be better for us if they win? "
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