Only the little griffin with a lack of brain capacity and a puzzled face was left, thinking about a question:

What does this human being want?

. . .

The next day, same time.

Lu Qi came to Yanpo again with a bag full of raw meat.

The little griffin curled up between the cracks of the stones seemed to have remembered the smell of Lu Qi.

Therefore, when he smelled his scent, the little griffin quickly got out of the gap and stood in front of Lu Qi again.

Compared with the bared teeth when they met for the first time, the little griffin who has been fed seems to have a better attitude towards Lu Qi.

It just used its blunt claws to grab the ground while screaming and hissing, trying to threaten the human being in front of him and make him hand over the raw meat in his hand.

Of course, Lu Qi wouldn't care about its little threat at all.

Glancing at the bite marks and scratches on the cage beside him, Lu Qi was already thinking about it, then he opened the bag and began to repeat yesterday's steps:

Give two pieces of meat first, and then let it nod. Only when you are obedient can you eat the third piece of meat.

This time, the little griffin chose to refuse after hesitating for a while.

Lu Qi didn't pay much attention to it, he turned around and left.

In this way, for four consecutive days, Lu Qi's hunger training finally got a response.

When the little griffin reluctantly lowered his head for the third piece of meat, he knew that his domestication plan had achieved initial results.

In essence, domesticating griffins is not much different from domesticating cats and dogs. You only need to uphold one principle - if you are obedient, you will have food; if you are not obedient, you will have nothing to eat.

Compared with cats and dogs, the little griffin, which is a monster, has higher intelligence and is easier to communicate with.

The cub, which lost its parents, has no ability to forage independently, and the only source of food is the raw meat provided by Lu Qi.

With the double gift of food and spirit, the little griffin quickly regarded Lu Qi as someone he could rely on.

In this way, a week later, Lu Qi was able to sit beside the little griffin and stroke its gradually shiny hair without being attacked.

Because with the intelligence of the little griffin, it is also very clear that this human is its own food source and cannot attack him.

What's more, the little griffin, who was beaten violently by the opponent when he tried to grab the raw meat in the bag, also developed a memory, knowing that he was not Lu Qi's opponent.

Instead of fighting against Lu Qi, it's better to be obedient and eat delicious raw meat every day. Isn't that more comfortable?

With Lu Qi's hard work and patience, the stubborn and staunch Griffin began to give in slowly.

. . .

When domesticating and training the little griffin every day, Lu Qi did not forget to complete the daily magic class, which is to communicate with the four elements, deepen the intimacy, and practice the magic he has mastered to increase his proficiency.

In one and a half months in Monte Calvo, under the selfless teaching of Keira and Triss, he mastered two air magics: Levitation and Air Shock!

Perhaps because he is not very close to the flame element, he still can't rub fireballs with his hands like Triss. At most, he can only let the flames dance on his fingertips, or replace flint and steel, and use it to light a bonfire.

However, with his understanding of chaotic energy, his understanding of magic has further deepened, and there is also a [Magic Power LV1] skill in the skill list.

The appearance of this skill represented that he had officially entered the mysterious and mysterious world of magic, and became a glorious magician.

Although he is just a magic apprentice who doesn't know how to use portals, the bonus of magic to his combat power has been fully revealed from the battle with the griffin.

As long as he continues to improve in both magic and swordsmanship, sooner or later he will become a strong man with both magic and martial arts like Vigfortz.

At that time, Lu Qi will pay back ten times the failure that Vigfortes gave him last time!

Chapter 541 Geralt's Dream

under night.

In the bushy valley, the sound of the stream flowing is crisp and pleasant.

The sky was exceptionally clear, and the stars seemed to be blinking their bright eyes at all the creatures on the earth.

On a relatively dry ground, Geralt and Dandelion, wrapped in cloaks and blankets, were chatting with their other companion.

"She's a pretty girl," murmured the bard. "You're very womanly, Geralt. She's tall and well built, and she walks like she's dancing."

"Although for my taste, her butt is a bit small, and her shoulders are a bit too strong, but she is really feminine, especially the pair of apples on her chest, which almost burst her shirt."

"Shut up, Dandelion."

The indifference of the witcher did not stop the eloquence of the bard.

It wasn't until a blond girl wearing a gray shirt and carrying a longbow appeared that the bard's exaggerated jokes were interrupted:

"Poet, are you talking about me? Did you just stare at me when I turned around?"

Smiling, Dandelion lied without changing his face: "Your bow and arrow skills surprised us. You will definitely not find an opponent in the bow competition."

"Yeah, I've heard these words a long time ago, and what you want to say next."

"I read a book that says the best archers come from the steppe tribes of Zerikhan. I've heard some archers even cut off their left breast so it wouldn't interfere with their shooting. It's said to block the bowstring."

"It must have been made up by a certain poet." Glancing at the dazed demon hunter, the tall blond female archer took down the longbow on her back and said with disdain:

"You think I shoot arrows with the chest? Just pull the bowstring up to your face and stand on your side, like that, and nothing touches the bowstring. Also cut off the left breast, bullshit, must be some It was thought up by a bastard who is idle and full of women's bodies."

As if completely unaware of the other party's accusations, Dandelion bowed slightly, and continued:

"Thank you for your kind words about poets and poetry, and thank you for your bow lessons. The bow is such a good weapon. You know, I think that's where wars will go, and in future wars, people will be far from Fight at a distance."

"They will invent a weapon with a fairly long range, and they will kill each other without being able to see each other with the naked eye."

If Lu Qi were here, he would definitely give a thumbs up to the poet's words and admire:

Are you a great prophet? !

However, standing in front of him is Mirva who regards bows and arrows as his second life.

The bard was full of unconstrained speculations, but what he got was the ridicule of the beautiful archer.

Just as the two of them were about to discuss this topic in depth, Geralt, who was sitting aside and thinking about something, finally said:

"Quiet a minute! My ears are getting callused."

Hearing this, Dandelion and Milva looked at each other, then sat down

The reason why these three people are together is not an accident, nor is it a beautiful encounter.

A few days ago, Geralt, who was going to look for Ciri, learned from Dandelion that the people of Nilfgaard seemed to be looking for a silver-haired girl.

So, Geralt wanted to go south in a whimsical way, to find the Nilfgaardians, and ask them to tell any news or information about Ciri.

If necessary, he also planned to go to the emperor nicknamed "White Flame Dancing on the Enemy's Grave" and ask him why he was looking for Xili.

After learning about his friend's plan, Dandelion complained "You are simply a lunatic".However, he still followed the demon hunter and set off together.

However, when Geralt and Dandelion had just left Brokilon Forest, crossed the Ribbon River, and arrived near the Brugge Fortress, they happened to be attacked by the Nilfgaardians and the Brugge defenders. fighting.

Just when the two were about to get involved in the war, Mirva, a human female archer sent by the tree spirit queen Esna, appeared in front of them like a savior.

With the help of this beautiful female archer, the three of them passed through the complex terrain, passed through the burning forest, and successfully got away from the battle.

Seeing that the two could not be persuaded to return to the forest, Milva decided to take the two to the east, bypassing the area where the war was raging, and arrived at the Yaruga River.

But before that, the three decided to spend a night in this quiet and uninhabited valley.

. . .

Looking up at the stars in the sky, Milva turned his head and looked at the silent demon hunter:

"I wonder what your plan is. We are surrounded by Nilfgaardian armies, and bandits, rebels, and burning forests. What are your plans?"

"My plans have not changed. I will remain neutral until this battle is over, and then go south, to the Yaruga River."

"That girl, in the south?"

"I don't know, I can only confirm it myself. If she is not in the south, then I will turn around and go north."

"This is your plan?" Mirva snorted and said, "Go to the Nilfgaardian to die? And pray that others will let you go and let you go back to the cold north?"

Her answer was silence.

"Come closer. Dandelion, you too, let's get warm together."

The three people who temporarily formed a team sat together and listened quietly to the sounds around them.

After a long time, the silence was broken:

"I want to tell you something, but first you must promise me not to laugh."

"Go ahead."

"When I was in Brokilon, I had a few strange dreams. At first, I thought it was just a baseless fantasy, that there was something wrong with my head. You know, I suffered a meal in Thaned Isle Fuck, but I keep having the same dream, the same every time."

Hearing this, both Dandelion and Milva remained silent, quietly waiting for Geralt's next words.

"In my dream, I saw Ciri. She was riding a mottled horse through a dirty village, and the villagers pointed at her and called her by some strange name."

"She wasn't alone, someone was walking with her. There was a short-haired girl holding Ciri's hand and Ciri smiled at her, but I didn't like that smile, and I didn't like the heavy makeup on her face. "

"And what I don't like the most is that wherever she goes, someone always dies"

Milva, who snuggled close to the witcher like a cat, asked keenly, "Where is she? Is she not in Nilfgaard? Or"

"I don't know." The witcher struggled to utter these words, and then added: "But I have had this dream several times. The problem is, I don't believe it."

While tightening the blanket in his arms, the poet said casually: "Oh, you are such a fool, I believe in this kind of dream."

"I don't know, but I can feel that there is fire in front of her, and death behind her. I must hurry up and find her as soon as possible"

Chapter 542 Falja of the Mouse Gang

Members of the Rat Gang, waifs, creatures of war, misfortune, and scorn.

The power of fate brings together six people with different identities and races from all over the world.

The six people born in the era of contempt have their own tragic stories:

Carlyle awoke amidst smoke, flames, and blood to find himself lying among corpses in a sacked fortress.

Then he met a soldier who was still panting and came to sack the fortress - Reeve.

The two, who are also only 16 years old, are unwilling to kill each other because they don't want to be alone, so they decide to travel together.

The two killed a tax collector, rode through the village on a stolen horse, and spent the rest of the money, laughing at the same time.

. . .

Giselech is a deserter.

After escaping from the ranks of the rebels, he joined a gang and continued to plunder in order to survive.

However, in a certain forest, the sharp arrows of the elves turned into the scythe of death, and kept attacking them.

Giselhe, who was shot through the shoulder by a sharp arrow and nailed to a tree, was rescued by an exiled elf.

The female elf has a poetic ancient name "Anyavedion", which translates to "son of flame".

However, it was too difficult for Giselhe, so he decided to call her Iskra.

. . .

Mihir came from the city of Sorn in North Mecht, and was born into a wealthy noble family.

After hearing the news that the Nilfgaardian army was marching towards Sorn, the citizens fled the city one after another, and Mihir's family was among them.

While fleeing, the girl who was separated from her family fell into the hands of slave traders in Nilfgaard.

Since virgins under 17 sell so well, she's not tainted.

When the slave caravan was robbed and killed by a group of robbers and all the men were killed, she had just left the wolf's den and entered the tiger's mouth again.

When Esther, the blacksmith's son, dragged her out of the ditch, the daughter of the former nobleman was already dying

. . .

The six met while attending a harvest festival celebration in a village in Giso.

Among the joyful crowd, they soon found each other.

They are too different, but also too similar.

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