Knight with Wand

The big pot was steaming in front of the door, and the strong aroma of meat wafting from it made everyone's mouths water.

Radishes, onions, and several vegetables that Leon had never seen before, plus extremely luxurious horse meat.

Since these valuable mounts were dead, the survivors would naturally make the most of their bodies.

Olivia and several women rolled up their sleeves and scooped up the stewed meat and vegetable soup in the pot with a big spoon, and distributed bowls to the hungry people.

Looking at the blonde girl whose face was covered with sweat from the heat, Leon couldn't help, so he had to help her deliver lunch to other injured people.

There were as many as fourteen war horses killed by the griffins, and now they were piled in the yard of a village not far away, waiting for people to divide and preserve them.

Leon made a simple estimate that there were probably about five tons of meat after deboning.

All of them were pickled and smoked and stored, enough for thirty or forty people to eat meat every day for half a year.

However, processing the horse meat is also a big job, and it will definitely not be finished in a short time. People have to hurry up and continue working in the afternoon.

Seeing that they were almost done, Leon also sent a hearty horse meat meal to Lohak, who was guarding the prisoners, and finally brought two to Azerien's room, eating and chatting.

I don't know if it's because I'm used to the food in this world, or Olivia and the village women are good at cooking, the taste of this stewed horse meat is much better than I imagined.

Of course, the taste is fine, but when I think of the value of the warhorse in the bowl, Leon feels that every bite is not meat, but gold.

Chewing the dry bread that tastes like steamed buns and drinking the broth in the pottery bowl, just when Leon was about to take a break, he heard a commotion outside the house, and there was a faint scream of a frightened woman.

Is there an enemy? !

Leon quickly got up and put down the pottery bowl, holding the hilt of the sword and walked out of the door quickly.

As soon as he went out, he saw Olivia running towards him with a strange expression.

The girl's eyes were anxious, but she didn't look surprised.

"Leon! Come outside quickly, I need your help!"

"What happened? Is there a Kantadar who escaped?" Leon asked in confusion.

"No, it's that big one. Uh, griffin? The big griffin flew back!"

Leon was a little surprised when he heard it.

"It's back again?"

Olivia dragged him and ran towards the village

"The griffin just fell into the yard where the horse carcasses were stored. The aunts and sisters who were pickling meat there were scared by it. Come with me to take a look."

The two went around the backyard of the village where the horse carcasses were piled up. Before they went in, they saw the upper body of the griffin with its wings folded across the low wall. It was really that big guy.

But the griffin was bending down with its head down, and its head could not be seen. There were bursts of crunching sounds of flesh and blood being torn in the yard.

"No one was injured?" Leon asked worriedly.

"No, everyone just ran out in fear." Olivia replied.

When he ran into the yard quickly and saw that it was indeed his old friend, Leon breathed a sigh of relief.

The griffin was lying on a horse carcass, tearing the horse meat and feasting on it.

"Although we said we would meet again if we were destined, you came back too soon, big guy."

Looking at the griffin eating meat, Leon did not dare to approach directly, but clapped his hands from a distance, trying to attract the griffin's attention.

Even if the other party was friendly, who knew whether the griffin would protect the food when eating.

Some domestic cats and dogs had to be trained not to show their teeth to their owners, let alone a wild large beast.

The other party was just a friend, not his pet.

But soon Leon knew that he was worrying too much.

Hearing the voice of his friend, the griffin raised its head high and swallowed a large piece of horse meat in its mouth with an elegant posture, then threw away the food in front of it, and came to Leon with rumbling footsteps.

Looking at the huge beast that was approaching, Olivia instinctively felt her back tremble and took a few steps back.

For those who are not familiar with it, such a huge beast still has a terrible deterrent power even if it does not move casually with hostility.

The griffin lowered its eagle head, opened its bloody beak, and cried out in a short voice.

Its eagle eyes blinked, and while it was chirping, it also slightly opened its huge wings, and its wings fluttered.

"What's wrong?" Leon looked at the big guy in front of him in confusion.

He could barely feel that the griffin seemed to be expressing something.

Unfortunately, he really did not have the talent of a druid, so Leon could not understand the other party's body language, and could only guess by intuition that this might mean some kind of warning signal.

As if seeing that his friend's understanding ability was limited, the griffin stopped.

It turned around and walked towards the half-eaten food, grabbed the bloody horse carcass with its sharp claws, flapped its wings to stir up the wind, and flew up low.

The griffin did not fly away, but just flew over the village at a low altitude, and landed on the roof of the two-story townhouse next to it with a bang.

It put down the food, turned around, looked at Leon from a high place, and cried, as if calling him over, then lay down and continued to enjoy the food.

The movement of the giant beast flying over startled a panic commotion at the door of Olivia's house.

"I'll go watch it, you go to comfort the villagers." Leon turned his head and said to Olivia.

"Be careful." The girl warned with some worry.

Leon nodded.

He ran out of the yard quickly and chased to the two-story house where the griffin landed. He climbed onto the roof with a little effort.

"What do you want to tell me?" Leon walked carefully to the huge body of the big guy, holding his leg armor and taking a breath.

He looked around, and the whole lonely village roof still exuded a bleak atmosphere after the disaster.

Looking into the distance, Leon finally understood what the griffin wanted to remind him of.

The women and children who were frightened by the sound of the griffin flying over fled back to Olivia's home.

The girl rushed back to the house and patiently explained to people that the giant beast was a friend, not an enemy.

But many survivors saw the giant beast slaughtering the Kantadar people yesterday.

The brutal and terrible impression in the memory made the girl's words of comfort have little effect. People were worried that the man-eating monster in the story would become fierce again.

"Fellow villagers, please believe my daughter, the griffin is indeed a noble creature, it is not an ordinary beast, and they will not eat people."

Olivia looked at the sound and found that her father had walked out of the room at some point.

Brian spoke up to help his daughter comfort the frightened women and children in the house.

The old blacksmith's reputation was still very important in the hearts of the villagers. With just a few words, the frightened women calmed down.

"Why did you get out of bed again?"

Olivia stepped forward to support her old father who was a little unsteady.

"With such a big commotion outside, how can I still sleep?" Old Brian smiled bitterly.

He turned and continued to ask: "Is there really a griffin outside?"

"Yes! It's the one I told you about before." The girl said, and suddenly reacted: "Hmm? Father, you seem to know what a griffin looks like."

"I just barely know it."

The old blacksmith vaguely passed it over, and then said to his daughter: "Take me to have a look. Since the griffin has already established a friendship with those young people, it will surely not harm people here."

As he was speaking, a young man who was running out of breath staggered into the house.

"Olivia! Village, village, village, village, outside the village!"

"What's wrong? Hawke, speak slowly." Old Brian stepped forward with the help of the stuttering young man and asked.

". Army, army, army!"

Hawke panted and finally told what he saw: "It seems. It's, it's the kingdom's army!"

Hearing this, the old blacksmith felt relieved: "Is it the lord's army?"

"No, no, no, no, it's not the lord's rose flag, the flag is a deer. Deer head."

"Deer head?"

The old blacksmith asked: "Is it a green flag?"

"Yes!" Hawke nodded repeatedly.

Old Brian's eyelids trembled, slightly surprised.

". Trosa?"

". Lord Trosa, it's there!"

The brown-haired girl sat on the horse with red eyes, turned her head and pointed to the old man behind her, pointing to Selva at the bottom of the hill.

"Don't worry, I will make those villains pay." The old man in armor gently raised his hand and stroked the girl's hair.

"General!"

A scout returned to the formation at full speed and reported the situation to the commander.

". No enemies were found, but there were a lot of abandoned bodies outside the village, many of which were incomplete, estimated to be more than 30."

Lina's mouth shrank when she heard the words from the cavalryman, and she almost cried again.

"Are they the villagers who were killed?" Count Trosa asked the scout with anger in his heart.

"Well, it seems not, General, I saw that they were all Cantadar people."

"Huh?"

The old count was immediately confused.