The Divine Hunter Chapter 1: Harvest Festival and Tamed Griffin

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"Moden of the Flying Lion School? Never heard of it." Brother Seret squinted and stared at a marked map, "Are you sure he left his legacy in a hidden church in Toussaint? Got the school’s equipment blueprint?”

"Roy, isn't this a prank to trick us into the wilderness?"

"Believe me, the flying lion monster Mo Deng is indeed a real person, and the drawings are also real!"

"Little brat, what do you say about Kolgrim?" The bald man looked at another marked map, also full of doubts,

"Many years ago, Grand Master Ivar Evil Eye sent him to find the lost equipment blueprint of the Viper School. Unexpectedly, this guy suddenly disappeared and lost contact with the school. He has not returned yet. Your ability... can see Until he died in Temeria...White Orchard?"

"I'm not 100% sure. The matter with Kolgrim may have already happened, or it may still happen in the future..." Roy answered truthfully, "But it's not wrong to go and have a look. If you can find that Excellency, A clue to bring back an old member of the school is an unexpected surprise."

White Orchard, as the place where Roy's dream began, he had long wanted to visit.

"If you follow the map and find the school's equipment blueprint, you should trust me and accompany me to Novigrad?"

The three big men nodded and kept the map close to their chests.

"The journey to Temeria White Orchard is not far, but it takes more than a month to get back and forth from Toussaint." Reso said solemnly, "Without further delay..."

"Wait a minute, Boss Leisuo, can we go again in a few days?"

"Give me a reason."

Ochs rubbed his hands in front of everyone who looked surprised,

"You are really...a bunch of old antiques. There are only three days left until August 1st, the Harvest Festival. The condemned prisoners will be decapitated for a feast, and the demon hunters also have the right to enjoy the Harvest Festival!"

"Before doing something big, proper relaxation can help you concentrate!"

Roy suddenly realized,

As one of the eight most traditional festivals, the Harvest Festival marks the beginning of the harvest season and midsummer. It is the moment of the first harvest in autumn and a time to prepare for autumn.

On this day, people eat food cooked from the first harvest of the year, then take to the streets and dance around bonfires to celebrate.

"Crow's Mouth! What's the meal? Can't you say something nice?" Seret slapped his brother on the back of his head and his face softened, "I haven't enjoyed the first meal of the harvest festival in several years. ”

Demon hunters are an extremely dangerous profession and are in danger of losing their lives at any time, so they know how to enjoy themselves in the moment better than most ordinary people.

Even Reso, an unsmiling fellow, silently accepted Oakes' suggestion.

"The Harvest Festival is much grander than the Summer Solstice, kid, you should see this."

No one objected, their eyes were full of fire,

"Very good! It seems we have reached a consensus. As a veteran who has participated in thirty-two harvest festivals..." Oaks suddenly looked at the clothes of the three companions with a critical look, "I will dress you. I suggest you listen to me and clean yourself up, so that a witcher can please women."

"I won't participate." Roy refused flatly. He needed time to tame the little gryphon Griffin.

"I remember you made a promise before that you would not miss any action of the Snake Faction. Want to go back on your word and leave the team so soon? Tell you, there is no way!" Oakes blinked at the two big men, and his eyes changed three times. come over.

"Roy, are you shy? In fact, you are not young anymore. Boys of fourteen or fifteen years old in the countryside of Aden have become fathers. Don't you feel overwhelmed? It's time to learn to deal with your own desires."

Ochs continued to seduce, "If you feel awkward, then I won't interfere with what you wear. With your appearance, even if you wear a leather jacket stained with monster hair, blood, and odor, there will still be drunken women fascinated by you. ”

Roy quietly retreated to the door, why did he feel like three old escorts were there...

……

"You can't fall with them. The first time is the second time. Restraint...restraint." Roy shook his head and dispelled the thoughts in his mind. Only he knew the devil deep in his heart.

Sometimes, too much energy is a side effect of a witcher's mutation.

When there are no monsters to kill, this kind of energy that has nowhere to vent is a kind of torture.

But some bad habits are simply unacceptable.

He ran to the stable and caressed the brown horse's neck, "Wilt, good boy, I'm sorry for neglecting you during this time. Let us two singles spend the harvest festival together."

After listening to the owner's words, the brown horse shook his head and snorted, then walked behind the other mare, grinning and showing his big white teeth.

Then he suddenly raised his front hooves, and just like that... bravely lay down on the mare's hindquarters.

"Earl...poof...Earl...poof..."

Heavy breathing and irritating smells intertwined for a moment.

"This is not true!" Roy's face stiffened, "How dare a long-haired beast demonstrate against me?"

"Stop!"

"Earl——" Wilt, who was forcibly immobilized, whined at his unscrupulous master,

"Do you dare to laugh at your master next time?"

"Uh... Er..." The huge head shook slightly, and tears of grievance and remorse flowed from the **** eyes.

"Forget it, you useless thing, keep going!" Roy scolded with a smile, with a bit of reluctance on his face - to tame the little griffon, you must first give up your existing mount.

"Wilter, even if there is no one to chat with you from now on, you must stay lively and stay happy like this."

"Bang!"

The hand with prominent veins slapped the brown horse's butt.

Remove the mount?

Yes!

In an instant, the telepathy between the witcher and Wilt was completely interrupted!

He closed his eyes and felt carefully, but he could no longer listen to the brown horse's heart...

There seems to be something missing from my chest, it's empty.

However, Wilt was unaware of it and still immersed himself in "farming".

For it, even if the binding is lifted, the tacit understanding cultivated before is still there.

It still identifies with Roy as its master.

……

The boy walked onto the street.

On the eve of the Harvest Festival, the festive atmosphere began to permeate the city of Sintra. Under the warm morning sunshine, most of the passers-by were in high spirits and greeted the surrounding citizens enthusiastically.

There were shy boys and girls hiding on the street corners and looking around, their eyes catching their favorite Harvest Festival dance partner. There was a family walking across the street with their hands wrapped around each other, filled with laughter and laughter.

Buildings on both sides of the street have put up banners with celebration messages written on them, in several languages. The soldiers led the craftsmen to measure the road and began to install wooden guardrails to prepare for the festival parade in advance. Vendors along the way began selling festival-related dresses, drinks, and fireworks.

Everyone is getting into the holiday spirit.

Roy went straight to the tent in the center of the market.

"Master, I haven't come to visit Gorfen for several days." Galal, wearing a brand new blue silk robe and smiling like a spring breeze, came up to him, "The little guy misses you so much that he can't eat and has lost a lot of weight. Pound!"

"Don't talk nonsense... I think it eats well, sleeps well, and lives a very comfortable life." Roy approached the iron cage, and after a while, he saw that Golfin was obviously a little bigger, and was light yellow. The fur and gray and white feathers are shiny and look healthy.

It is prostrate in the cage, like a lion resting after eating, lazily licking its hook-like paws.

But it noticed a strange movement, tilted its head, and turned its eyes towards the demon hunter. As if it was stimulated by some kind of stimulation, it raised its head, and its body the size of a calf stood up from the cage.

Suddenly, Gorfin's mood became extremely excited - his bright black eyes glowed red, he stretched his neck and drilled his beak out of the iron fence, swallowed his long scarlet tongue at the witcher, and let out a burst of The harsh noise of "gu, gu"... the sharp claws and strong wings slapped the cage "bang bang", as if they were trying to tear a piece of meat from him.

Roy has no doubt that if the cage is opened at this moment, it will attack immediately.

"I have only been away for a few days, and the backlash in my attitude has been so violent... It is indeed a bad idea to use shock to tame the griffin."

If griffins were so easy to tame, they wouldn't be called the proudest animals in the world.

"Master... calm down, Gorfin didn't mean to lose his temper with you, he... he probably entered adolescence, and occasionally can't control it..." Cold sweat broke out on Gallar's thin face, and he hurriedly explained. Said, "It has been very obedient some time ago, and it was displayed honestly every day..."

Galal was extremely worried. If the other party killed the gryphon out of anger, his good days of guarding the booth and collecting money would come to an end.

"No need to explain, I won't hurt it." Roy's dark golden eyes looked at the gryphon without flinching, "Give me the key to the cage, and you get out first."

"You, what do you want to do?"

"Talk to it."

"You...you must be merciful!"

Galal struggled with his expression, and after a long time, he turned back three times.

"By the way, Galal, if you hear any noise later, just ignore it! It's just me playing with it."

……

Roy focused on the template and spent the upgraded attribute points——

Will: 11.5→12.5.

At this moment, the will attribute finally exceeded twice that of Golfin, meeting the conditions for forced domestication.

"Will you resist, or will you surrender like Wilt?" Roy quickly touched the gryphon's long beak attached to the outside of the cage, and amid the other's crazy agitation,

"Boom..." The cork of the "Swallow" bottle was opened with a sound.

"Gulu gulu", black blood vessels appeared on the young man's face, and his expression became ferocious.

"Actually, I can lock you up with chains first, and then forcefully tame you," Roy rubbed his hands, twisted his neck, and his bones crackled, "But I have to use that despicable method to tame you. , you must not be convinced either."

"So I'll give you a chance. Listen up, Gorfin..." The demon hunter's fingers flexibly drew in mid-air, and yellow light began to flow from the leather armor around his body.

"If you can break free from domestication later, I will give you your freedom! I swear on the honor of the snake sect demon hunters!"

"Otherwise, you will be my mount for the rest of your life!"

"Crunch——"

The iron door of the cage opened, and the witcher lowered his body and rushed over!

……

Outside the tent cloth, Galal's expression was extremely wonderful.

In the dim gap behind him, there were constant collisions, tearing sounds, sharp screams, and the man's cry of pain, as if a level 9 "tsunami" was occurring.

He accidentally glanced inside and saw that the cage containing the Wolfen was shaking violently and seemed about to burst at any moment.

Reminiscent of a swaying big bed.

"Master Roy, what are you doing in the cage? What is he going to do to the little baby?" Galal could imagine a scene in his mind - a demon hunter with a ferocious face and murderous intent was killing him. The helpless little griffon pressed down on the ground and violently ravaged it with its fists.

Galal clasped his hands on his chest, closed his eyes, lowered his head and his beard was trembling, and prayed in a low voice, "Goddess Freya bless... let poor Gorfin live! The witcher just... let him go like this. !"

After a full quarter of an hour, all movement in the tent disappeared.

"Crunch——"

The iron cage door was pushed open again.

A slender figure walked out.

The dim sunlight shines through the tent cloth to reveal a young man in a state of utter wretchedness. The image is simply too horrific to look at - the intact black leather armor before entering the cage was broken into several holes and openings, revealing several **** wounds. Zhang's face was not spared, with a bruise and bruise on the left side of his cheek.

He looked tired and walked unsteadily, as if he had not slept for three days and three nights.

"Master Roy...you, what happened, were you robbed?" Galal asked tremblingly, looking into the cage behind the demon hunter.

Is it possible that Golfing is already there?

"It's nothing serious, I just went a little crazy playing with Gorfen!" Roy blew a loud whistle, and in an instant, a little monster that was half lion and half eagle jumped out of the iron cage.

It is described as embarrassed, with its gray feathers and lion-like mane becoming messy, but its eyes are full of light, and it rushes to the witcher's feet like a gust of wind.

"Gu——Gu——"

With a docile cry that made people's hearts tremble, the griffon rubbed its furry head against the witcher's leg, as affectionately as if he were facing his biological parents.

Roy exhaled and patted the griffin's neck rhythmically with his left hand, his face becoming pleased.

Recalling the previous experience, my body still aches.

Compared to Wilt, Gorfen is at least ten times more unruly!

As soon as the forced domestication began, he developed an extreme hatred for him and launched crazy attacks with fangs and claws.

Shocking doesn't work either.

Roy is like a lonely boat on the sea on a stormy night. The boat may be destroyed at any time. The only thing he can do is to ride on the back of Golfin, holding on to its wings and neck mane, rigidly and rigidly. Dodge its attacks and impacts.

Once distanced, forced domestication immediately fails.

In a head-on struggle with it, since I don’t have any sharp teeth or claws, I have to suffer some losses.

You can only use the Quen Seal to resist attacks until all your magic power is consumed.

In the end, my health was reduced by one-third, my muscles were sore all over my body, and my bones were about to fall apart. I finally survived a quarter of an hour of torture.

After this experience, Roy began to feel funny about some of his thoughts.

A young gryphon's counterattack is so sharp. If you tame a witcher, Letso or Geralt, he will be killed within about ten seconds, and the target must stay awake...the friendly relationship between them will be completely destroyed in the first place.

After all, humans are different from animals. As long as they are normal, it is impossible to be kind to the guy who wants to ride him.

If the subject of domestication is replaced by an ancient daughter, Ciri, the will required for domestication is up to standard, but once it starts, Roy can foresee that the ancient blood in her body will inevitably run wild, and he may not be able to survive by then.

……

Roy shook his head and put away those unrealistic thoughts.

It is great luck to be able to tame the Griffin Griffin. Not everyone can meet such a young Griffin. Now everything is ready. When it grows up, it can experience flying by itself. pleasure.

"Master Roy~IndoMTL.com~Are you going to take it away soon?" Galal licked his chapped lips and asked hesitantly.

"You continue to take care of her..." Roy stroked Golfing's smooth back. Free nannies are not easy to find. "The exhibition can continue."

The witcher knelt down and patted the ground. The little griffon immediately lay down obediently, exposing its soft belly and letting him stroke it.

I waved my arm to the left like a flag, and the griffon immediately rolled to the left. When I waved it to the right, the griffon rolled to the right again, like a well-trained domestic dog.

Galal was stunned.

"If Golfing suddenly disappears one day, no doubt, I will take it away, and your business will be over until then. Understand?"

"As you wish."

When he found a better place to stay, Roy summoned Golfin away and began to train it to hunt.

After all, the gryphon can not only be used as a mount, but it is also one of the top predators in the animal world and a good partner for hunting monsters!