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Chapter 311 Little Gryphon

After Muying left the breeding camp, she took a flying carpet to Griffin Cliff.

This time, it was obvious that the number of griffins had decreased, and a few more griffins had died.

There were no eggs that were protected as last time, but there were some broken eggs under the cliff, and the number was much smaller than last time.

It's not because griffins can better protect their eggs, but because there are fewer griffins laying eggs.

And except for the small families that have already laid eggs during the breeding season, or have young griffins that have not yet learned to fly, other nests are basically empty.

Of course, they couldn't all be killed by the blood crow.

Unless a griffin is left alone and beaten by a group of blood crows, it may die.

At other times, facing the blood crows, the griffins can still persist for a long time. Although there are not as many blood crows, their flying speed is much faster than the blood crows. As long as they don't crash, it is no problem to run away.

Therefore, most of the dead are because there are eggs in the nest or the little griffins need to protect them. They cannot escape and can only defend in front of the nest.

Muying felt that the griffins in the empty nest had moved away, and enemies like blood crows were really annoying.

It seems that after the blood crow attacks, she still needs to take a closer look at the situation of the Griffin Cliff. If she doesn't pick up two more eggs, then the army of flying mounts she wants can only wait for the little Griffin in the territory to grow up. reborn.

Mu Ying was a little disappointed when she didn't find the egg.

"Gee~"

Ok?
Mu Ying, who was flying around the cliff to check, heard a weak voice.

She listened intently for a while, but there was no more.

But she didn't think it was an illusion.

Continue to listen quietly.

After a few minutes, I finally heard it again.

It should be a little griffin, and the voice is even weaker.

This time she locked the approximate direction of the sound.

At the bottom of the cliff.

Muying flew over, and at a place five or six meters above the ground on the cliff, there was a small rock sunken in, and a baby griffin lay inside.

It's just a little bit more hairy than the bald chick I saw today, and it should be just born.

The little griffin was lying in the small hole, motionless. If you didn't look carefully, its stomach was still slightly rising and falling, and you would probably think it was dead.

Mu Ying looked up, and there was indeed a scattered griffin's nest above her head. It should have fallen from above and rolled into this small hidden depression.

He escaped the nibbling of the blood crow, but he was not far from death.

There are no griffin eggs, and the little griffin Mu Ying does not dislike it either.

Taking the wand in his hand, he tapped lightly towards the little griffin, dragging it slowly out with magic power.

The little griffin had serious abrasions and bruises, and half of a finger on its left paw was broken, leaving only a thin line of skin attached. When it was lifted up, the finger was completely broken.

At this point, the little griffin just made a small "cheep".

Muying lightly placed it on the flying carpet, tapped its chest with the tip of the stick, and the magical power with life breath poured into its body.

The little griffin finally gained some strength, and opened its eyes slightly, and saw the person squatting beside it with small eyes.

"Don't be afraid, it will be fine soon."

Mu Ying said something in animal conversation.

Using life magic to add a little vitality to the little griffin, lest it is too weak to withstand the follow-up treatment, then put his hand on it, and began to cast the mantra of healing.

The little griffin felt a tingling sensation in his body, which was almost unconscious from the pain, and death was moving away from it.

After casting the spell, the wounds on the little griffin were basically healed, except that the point where the tip of the left wing was broken off could not be repaired.

But only a little bit, not much effect.

Seeing that the little griffin was still lying there dumbfounded, Mu Ying looked at her curiously with wide-open eyes, without blinking, and poked its belly, "It's ready, get up and move?"

The little griffin looked at her fingers, as if it had just realized that it could move, its wings shook slightly, and then its body stood up slowly, fluttering its little wings (〃'▽'〃) , "Chi Chi!"

The bark sounded much more energetic.

Muying felt relieved, looked at its swollen belly, and condensed a little of the spring of recovery, "Drink some water."

The little griffin twisted its body, still not quite used to the lack of a finger in its paw, and swayed from side to side as it walked, like a little duckling. Helped up a bit.

But with one touch, it was broken, and then quietly glanced at Muying's face.

Mu Ying looked at it with a smile.

After seeing the temperament of the two cubs in the breeding camp, she was skeptical about the appearance of this cub.

Seeing that Muying didn't show any disgust, the little griffin took a sip of the spring water.

Then I forgot all about being reserved, and took several mouthfuls.

After a while, the speed slowed down. After two sips, he just looked at her, and after two more sips, he looked at her again.

After drinking a small water polo, the little griffin's deflated belly became swollen.

If I didn't stand firmly on one foot, I fell off my buttocks.

Seeing that it was full, Muying took it away from Griffin Cliff.

The little griffin glanced at the Griffin Cliff that was gradually going away, and moved to Mu Ying's side, staring at his little paws in a daze.

After entering the breeding camp, Muying grabbed the little griffin and put away the magic flying carpet.

The little griffin froze, and then fell freely along with Muying, making it remember when it fell down before, and its hairs stood on end.

But in less than a second, after a faint sense of dizziness, the wind stopped.

Mu Ying has already brought it to the outside of the Griffin's shed.

The little griffin had lingering fears, and its two little wings held onto Muying's hand tightly, looking around curiously.

Zheng Jing, who was sitting sulking at the door of the griffin shed, saw Mu Ying who suddenly appeared, and her eyes immediately fell on her hand, "This is it?"

"I picked it up from the Griffin Cliff, and almost fell to my death, but I saved it, so it can still be domesticated, right?" Muying said, about to hand the baby Griffon to her.

Zheng Jing subconsciously reached out to pick it up, and then screamed: "Aw!"

The little griffin who was about to be handed out gave Zheng Jing a hard peck, and then kept digging into Muying's hand.

Muying: "..."

She put the little griffin on the ground, took Zheng Jing's hand, and healed her.

Zheng Jing didn't care much about the injury: "Why does it trust you so much?"

Muying lowered her head, looked at the little griffin who was holding her pant leg, and said, "Maybe it's because I saved it? Is the griffin an obedient beast just because of saving its life?"

"No way, the taming method only says that dealing with a griffin is to subdue it by force. It may be that it was saved by you and has a good impression of you, but it does not mean that it has been tamed. The symbol of taming a griffin is , it is not only loyal to you, but also executes your orders meticulously, try it."

(End of this chapter)