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

This time, I clearly felt that the number of griffons was less, and a few more griffons died.

There were no protected eggs like last time, but there were some that were broken at the bottom of the cliff, and the number was much smaller than last time.

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

And except during the breeding season, when eggs have been laid, or there are small families with young griffons that have not yet learned to fly, the other nests are basically empty.

Of course it's impossible for them all to be killed by the Blood Crow.

Unless a griffon is left alone and is attacked by a group of blood crows, it may be fatal.

Other times, when faced with a group of blood crows, griffins can still persist for a long time. Although there are not as many blood crows, their flying speed is much faster than that of blood crows. As long as they don't fight to the death, there is no problem in running away.

Therefore, most of those who died were those who had eggs in their nests or young griffins who needed to be protected and could not escape, so they had to stay in front of the nests and resist.

Mu Ying felt that the griffins in the empty nest had moved away, and enemies like blood crows were indeed quite annoying.

It seems that after the Blood Crow attacks in the future, she will have to come more to see the situation at Griffin Cliff. If she doesn't pick up two more eggs, then the army of flying mounts she wants will have to wait until the little griffons in the territory grow up.

Reborn.

Muying was still a little disappointed when she didn't pick up the egg.

"Ji~"

Um?

Mu Ying, who was flying around the cliff for inspection, heard a weak sound.

She listened intently for a while, but stopped again.

But she didn't think it was an illusion.

Continue to listen quietly.

After a few minutes, I finally heard it again.

It must be a young gryphon, its voice is weaker.

This time she focused on the general direction of the sound.

At the bottom of the cliff.

Muying flew over and found a small sunken rock on the cliff five or six meters above the ground, with a young gryphon lying inside.

It was just a little bit more hairy than the bald chicks we saw today that had just hatched out of the shell, so they were probably just born.

The little griffon was lying in the small cave, motionless. If you hadn't looked carefully, you could see that its belly was still rising and falling very faintly, and you would probably have thought it was dead.

Muying looked up and saw that there was indeed a scattered gryphon's nest above her head. It must have fallen from above and rolled into this small hidden depression.

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

There are no gryphon eggs, and even the little gryphon Muying doesn't mind.

He took the wand, tapped it gently towards the little griffon, and used magic power to drag it out slowly.

The little griffon had serious scratches and bruises on its body. One finger on its left paw was broken in half, with only a thin strip of skin remaining. When it was lifted up, the finger was completely broken.

At this point, the little griffon just made a small "chirp" sound.

Muying gently placed it on the flying carpet, tapped its chest with the tip of the staff, and the magic power with the breath of life poured into its body.

The little griffon finally gained some strength, opened its eyes slightly, and saw the person squatting next to it.

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

Muying said something in animal conversation.

I used life magic to replenish the little griffin's vitality to prevent it from being too weak to withstand subsequent treatment. Then I put my hand on it and began to cast the healing mantra.

The little gryphon felt a numb and itchy feeling in his body, which was almost in pain and unconscious. Death was leaving it.

After the spell was cast, the injuries on the little griffon's body were basically healed, except for the broken tip of the left wing which could not be repaired.

But it's only a little bit, so it doesn't have much impact.

Muying saw that the little griffon was still lying there blankly, looking at her curiously with its little eyes wide open. Without blinking, she poked its belly and said, "It's healed now. Get up and move?"

The little gryphon looked at her fingers, as if he had just realized that he could move. His wings trembled slightly, then his body slowly stood up and flapped his wings (〃'▽'〃)

, "Chiji!"

The cry sounds much more energetic.

Muying felt relieved, looked at its flat belly, and gathered some recovery energy, "Drink some water."

The little gryphon twisted its body, not used to the paw missing one finger, and swayed from side to side as it walked, like a little duck. It came close to Muying's hand holding the water polo, and even used its wings on her hand.

Helped him a little bit.

However, he broke up at the first touch, and then quietly glanced at Muying's face.

Muying looked at it with a smile.

After seeing the temperament of the two little griffons in the breeding camp, she was skeptical about the behavior of the little griffons.

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

Then I forgot all about being reserved and took several sips.

After a while, the speed slowed down. He took two sips and looked at her. He took another two sips and looked at her again.

After drinking a small water ball, the little griffon's deflated belly became swollen.

I couldn't stand my feet and fell flat on my butt.

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

The little griffon glanced at the gryphon cliff that was gradually moving away, then moved to Muying's side, looking at his little paws in a daze.

Entering the breeding camp, Muying grabbed the little griffin and took away the magic flying carpet.

The little gryphon froze, and then fell freely with Muying. It suddenly remembered the time when it fell before, and its hair stood on end.

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

Mu Ying has already teleported it outside the Griffin shed.

The little griffon was still frightened, its two little wings held Muying's hand tightly, and it looked around curiously.

Zheng Jing, who was sitting at the door of the griffin shed and was sulking, saw Mu Ying suddenly appear, and his eyes immediately fell on her hand, "Is this?"

"I picked it up from Griffin Cliff. I almost fell to death. I saved it. Can it still be tamed?" Muying said, about to hand the little Griffin to her.

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

The little griffon who was about to be handed over pecked Zheng Jing hard, and then kept digging into Muying's hand.

Muying: "..."

She put the little griffon on the ground, picked up Zheng Jing's hand, and treated 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 gryphon that was holding her trouser legs, and said, "Maybe it's because I saved it? Are gryphons obedient monsters because of the grace of saving their lives?"

"No, the taming method only says that to deal with a griffin is to subdue it with force. It may be that it was saved by you and has a favorable impression of you, but it does not mean that it has been tamed. The sign of taming a griffin is
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