Encyclopedia of Feanor Continent

The staple food of griffins is large herbivores such as moose, horses, and goats. They can fold their wings and lurk in the shadows of the woods or in the grass like lions. Glides down from the cliff suddenly and knocks down the animals that have no time to escape.Gryphons can also swim, but they still don't like water because they can't fly until their feathers are completely dry.

Adult griffins will give birth to two to three eggs each time. In most cases, the couple will raise their offspring together. Young griffins will be completely fed by their parents before they are two years old. After two years old, they will slowly learn the skills of hunting on the ground. And began to try to fly clumsily. It takes longer to use the flying skills to hunt. Most griffins can't live completely alone until they are six or seven years old.

If you want to domesticate griffins, you must intervene in their lives before they learn to hunt. If griffins have never seen humans before the age of three, they will have instinctive hostility towards humans when they grow up. —— "Feno Continental Encyclopedia·Animals"

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The waiting time seemed extremely long. Palos kept his head up, looking at the light spot in the sky that was already similar to the surrounding stars, until his neck was sore, he did not dare to look away.

"Oh...it's been so long..." Ferdinand, the president of the Mage Association, was also waiting anxiously. The hourglass he put on the ground had been turned upside down and back twice, indicating that more than two hours had passed. The half-elf mage began to walk back and forth anxiously, "If it keeps climbing up, no matter how strong the griffin is, it won't be able to last that long..."

The moon has disappeared below the horizon, and the dark red "sun" like a block of iron hangs in the air, and the surrounding places that cannot be illuminated by the fire have fallen into complete darkness, making the stars in the sky look particularly eye-catching. That spot of light also seemed brighter than before.

Palos rubbed his eyes and looked carefully, and found that it was not his illusion, the spot of light was falling down.

Not flying down, but falling straight down.

"He fell!" Palos stood up nervously, but found that he could do nothing but watch. He grabbed the president of the Mage Association, "Quickly do something, help him!"

"Don't worry, don't worry..." The half-elf mage didn't have any temper at all, but explained to him in a panic, "Only when the mage is awake, the staff will continue to shine. Since he is still awake, nothing will happen. of."

The speed of the mage falling was much faster than flying up, and soon they saw the outline of the griffin, because there was no need to illuminate things in the distance, the light on the staff was not as bright as it used to be, and the ground looked up. People who were looking forward to it could clearly see that the Griffin beast folded its wings and swooped down like an arrow from the string. Avondel was tightly attached to the Griffon beast's back, and the cloak was straightened by the strong wind.

Palos' heart was in his throat. Amidst the exclamation of everyone, the griffin spread its wings, began to slow down, and finally landed firmly on the cliff.

Everyone rushed forward holding torches, the fire made the griffin back a few steps uncomfortably, Kenathes hurriedly told the people holding the torches to move away, she went forward to grab the reins on the saddle of the griffin, speaking in Elvish Speaking soothing words, he led the griffin into the crowd.

During the process, Evandel lay motionless on the griffin. If the staff he held on his chest was still glowing, people would almost think that the mage had lost consciousness.

"Evandel!" Palos called out the mage's name impatiently, but he didn't dare to touch him as he stretched out his hand, feeling uneasy quickly spread in his chest.

Evandel moved a little, and fell off the griffin stiffly, and Palos quickly caught him.

"It's so cold up there." Evandel said softly, "Light a fire, it will freeze me to death."

Fortunately, someone had lit a bonfire and heated hot water just now, and they were all ready to cook. Evandel was helped to the side of the bonfire with all hands and feet. Arkai handed him hot tea, and Palos came from the carriage. Li found out the fox fur cloak worn on the snow field and put it on him, hoping to ease his frozen hands and feet soon.

After Evandel took a sip of hot water to moisten his thirsty throat, Ferdinand couldn't help asking eagerly, "How, what did you see?"

"I've reached the end of the world." Evandel took a breath, and didn't seem to have much interest in speaking, "...the sun is not blocked by something, but its own energy is exhausted."

"Exhausted? How is this possible!" Ferdinand's eyes widened in disbelief.

"It's like a bonfire burned out the last stick." Evandel held the cup and stared blankly at the fire in front of him, "I don't know what the sun used to be used as fuel, but the fuel will always burn out No wonder my patriarch Sharma left no solution, there is no way around this - go back and tell the Pope the news, I have to rest."

Evandel was exhausted. He rode a griffin to a height that no one had ever reached. It was much higher than the unlucky egg that was roasted into a fireball in that story. Only a small part of it was by the griffin itself. Most of the flying, relying on the mage's continuous use of magic to create an updraft, even if the wheel of the arcane provided him with almost inexhaustible magic power, it still made Evandel tired enough.

Avondel could not move for the time being, Ferdinand and most of the others set off for the holy city of Mikalan first, leaving only a few of Avondel's most trusted partners to take care of him.

The griffin was obviously hungry again, and it made a "cuckoo" sound from its throat to urge them to feed it. Kenathes had to take the griffin to hunt nearby, and Alkai was collecting firewood nearby, trying to light the fire To be more prosperous, Palos, who has poor night vision ability, stayed to take care of Evandel.

After the mage drank a whole cup of hot tea, he gradually recovered from the frozen state, and the fur cloak wrapped around his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

And he could have spared this trip, Palos gritted his teeth, made up his mind and said, "Evandel, I have something to tell you."

"Let's talk about it later, I'm almost exhausted, and it's like someone is ringing a big bell in my head..." Evandel leaned on Palos' knee a little bit unbearably, "Rub it for me."

"...Well." Palos swallowed the words that had reached his mouth. There was no need to rush to stimulate the exhausted mage at this time. He took off his iron gloves and massaged Evandel's temples. The big hand of the sword inserted into the mage's soft hair, combing the blown blonde hair lovingly.

When Arkai came back with the dry wood, Evandel had already fallen asleep in Palos' arms.

After several days of not seeing the sun, the temperature dropped rapidly, and it was especially cold on the mountain. Even when he was in a daze, Evandel unconsciously wrapped his fur cloak tighter.

Palos touched his fingers, and after feeling less cold, he gently hugged Evandel: "Don't make a fire, let's go back, it's too cold on the mountain, he can't rest well."

Alkai nodded, and helped Palos put Avandel into the carriage, and drove the carriage slowly down the mountain with a torch.

Even when he returned to Mikalan's luxury hotel and was put on a big soft bed, Avondel did not wake up.

Palos asked for warm water to scrub his face and hands, took off his clothes and hugged his still unwarmed body and slowly warmed him up. In the candlelight, Evandel frowned slightly, looking at the pale and tired face, Palos was full of guilt, and a light kiss fell on Evandel's forehead: "I'm sorry..."

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Avondel fell ill and developed a high fever.

This is not surprising, anyone who is blown by the cold wind at high altitude and is mentally weakened due to over-casting is afraid that he will suffer from a serious illness.

When the people outside feel depressed because of the continuous darkness, or feel desperate because of the bad news that the mage found out, Evandel doesn't think about anything, just wraps himself in a thick feather quilt like an extra-large silkworm cocoon The same, the face was buried in it, leaving only a bunch of blond hair exposed.

Palos was even more guilty, and could only take care of the mage as best he could. He came to the bed with a bowl of stew: "Evandel, eat something."

The mage didn't even bother to say "don't eat", but shrank himself into the bed again, expressing his firm refusal with practical actions.

"Evandel..." Palos looked at the ball on the bed in embarrassment. Since yesterday, Evandel has been refusing to eat or drink except swallowing a few mouthfuls of medicinal soup with difficulty. He is anxious in his eyes , Even the pastor of the church has been invited to see it, but the only way for the pastor to deal with the disease is to feed herbal medicine and pray. Prayer is useless. The pastor had no choice but to walk away in despair after being greeted with a harsh taunt.

The mage is very good at taking care of people, but Palos can't, so he can only say in vain: "How can you survive without eating, at least drink some soup."

When Palos came in just now, he was holding the bowl and had no hands to close the door. At this moment, someone came to the door and tapped the open door panel with his fingers.

When Palos turned his head to look, the uninvited guest had already walked in with his entourage. The other party was not asking for his opinion, but knocking on the door just to inform them.

It was also true that there was no need to ask others for their opinions even after entering the door, because it was King Leicester of Artasia who came.

"I heard that Evandel is sick." He glanced at the cocoon on the bed, his expression not surprised, "He is more childish when he is sick, you have to be patient, coax him more and he will be willing to eat. And the patient eats Nothing too greasy, prepare some sweets and juice for him, he will like it."

His guidance is out of good intentions, but how does Palos know how to coax people?Moreover, these words always made people feel uncomfortable when they came out of Leicester's mouth.

"Raicester?" Avondel, who heard the voice, finally revealed half of his face from under the quilt, and asked hoarsely, "Why are you here?"

"The Pope sent us a letter asking us to come over and discuss how to deal with the predicament. I just arrived too. I heard that you are sick so I came to see you."

"Just send an envoy over here." Evandel sat up and coughed twice before continuing, "The king still runs out when people are panicking. Isn't your country in chaos?"

"My son can handle things well—not the one you sent back." Leicester's entourage pulled a chair for him and let His Majesty sit down by the bed. "At first I also sent envoys, but later The sun suddenly said nothing, it’s the end of the day, I think I’d better come here in person, the most urgent thing is to find a way for the people to survive.”

"Let's find someone else to think about it." Evandel threw himself on the bed wrapped in a quilt, "I just want to lie here and pretend to be dead quietly, and let other people worry about the end of the world."

"You're sick, and it's normal that you can't get up to think about things." Reicester smiled complacently, "The most important thing for you is to have a good rest, and I'll get someone to bring you some fruit later , maybe it will improve your appetite."

Three days after the sun disappeared, the vegetation began to wilt, and now many of them showed signs of dying, and the price of food was only soaring, and fresh fruits were no longer available in the market, but after all, Leicester It's the king, so it's not surprising that there are any means to get fresh fruit.

The mage was not grateful: "When is the Pope going to discuss countermeasures with the envoys of various countries?"

"Tomorrow." Reicester said, "you'd better have a good rest first, the world will change without anyone, so there's no need to push yourself too hard."

"But I still want to know what's going on." Evandel stared blankly at the roof, feeling a splitting headache.

After Leicester left, Palos took away the stew and asked for a lighter vegetable soup from the kitchen, then sat beside the bed and accompanied him without saying a word.

Seeing Palos' increasingly disturbed expression, Evandel reached out and pinched his chin even though he was still ill: "Why, are you jealous again?"

Palos grabbed his hand and kissed it on his lips: "No, you should have a good rest."

At this time, he should try to avoid hitting Avondel. Let's wait for the mage to recover from his illness.

Palos comforted himself like this, swallowed the words he was going to confess again, and secretly rejoiced in his heart that they could get along in harmony for a few more days.