"Sir, the Goblin King has already boarded the warship. If you plan to meet him, you should hurry up." The servant handed a report to the middle-aged goblin with both hands, and then suggested softly. But even if he didn't point it out,
, the faint noise coming from the Sage Coast has lasted for two days and two nights.
"No, let's follow the old rules and wait until the king returns to see the gift. We just need to do our job well. As for other things, we should stay less involved." The middle-aged goblin stood by the window sill.
, said calmly. However, his eyes were always looking at the Sage Coast. There was a hint of expectation in it, but more of it was endless loss.
This person's name is Alphonse, and he is stationed in the Griffin Mountains, but he is actually just an abandoned son abandoned by the Alchemy City. The Griffin Mountains are located directly south of the Crystal Weapon Castle, adjacent to the Frostwolf Wasteland of the Orcs, and even closer to the Sage Coast.
Facing each other across a valley. But today, ancient creatures like the "Griffin" have degenerated to a point that is unbearable to look at. Not to mention the former "overlord of the air", these "Gryphons" are now
Even the ability to fly has been completely lost.
Therefore, the meaning of the Griffin Mountain Range's existence today is to regularly extract "Griffin Blood" to provide it to the great craftsmen of Alchemy City for magic experiments. As for other than that, it can be said that the Griffin Mountain Range has no redeeming features at all.
Compared with the three major cities, it is estimated that even the wealthy small towns cannot compare.
The servant said nothing after hearing this, and after giving a respectful bow, he silently withdrew. As an old personal servant, he naturally understood his master's thoughts, but that expectation would definitely end in endless disappointment. But the lion
Although the Eagle Mountain Range is not popular all year round, it is precisely because of this "outside" that it has avoided all the conspiracies.
But at the same time, in a certain canyon in the Griffon Mountains, the screams never stopped. It was the fear coming from the depths of the soul, and it had long since dared not raise the slightest resistance.
"Sir, these are cubs that were born just two days ago. If the mortality rate exceeds 70%, I guess you can't explain it." A moment later, the old servant's voice rang again, but the target was changed to a watcher.
A young goblin who is less than thirty years old.
"What are you afraid of? In a place where birds don't poop, we are the only ones who care."
"If you die, you will die. Don't the big shots in Alchemy City only need the blood of gryphons? Then of course I will decide whether these brats live or die."
I saw that the young goblin was shirtless, and blood was dripping from the hatchet in his right hand. The eyes of the cubs who were lucky enough to escape were filled with fear, and they were wailing like milk.
, as if crying about his tragic fate.
This man's name is Hohenheim. On the surface, he is the adjutant stationed in the Griffin Mountains, but in essence he is a griffin breeder. But although he is the person who is most familiar with griffins, he is also the person who hates these griffins the most.
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Hohenheim has liked raising pets since he was a child, so after leaving the academy, he decided to come to the Griffin Mountains in an effort to revive the glory of these ancient species. However, as time passed and his mind matured, Hohenheim
I found that my decision was so wrong that my outlook on life collapsed.
I don’t know since when, the gentleness in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by coldness and cruelty. The griffon cubs that were once carefully cared for died one after another, and the once carefully prepared feed turned into pieces of meat covered with mud.<
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A piece of blood-stained feathers quickly fell to the ground. Hohenheim raised the hatchet high again, and then swung it at another griffon cub without hesitation. The screams sounded like daily life in the griffin mountains, but it was more
It seems like some kind of helplessness and unwillingness, or paranoia.
Griffins are an ancient creature that have been flying in the sky since the ancient times of ferocious beasts. However, griffins are also the saddest species because none of them can transform into human form, and they eventually became food for some powerful beings.
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Although they are not as familiar to the world as the giant dragon tribe, as an ancient group, they are still surviving to this day, even if they can only live in the Griffin Mountains.
Rumor has it that the oldest "Gryphon" came from another time and space. Because they committed an unforgivable crime, they fell into this world and lost most of their power. They were once called the "King of Beasts" by scholars and were the symbol of the sky.
The ruler is an absolute existence beneath the ancient ferocious beasts.
They have four faces in the bard's mouth. One of them is "orthodox", which is described as having a strange appearance with the limbs of a lion, the wings of a raptor, the tail of a giant python, and the head of an eagle and owl.
The second one looks more like a giant bird, with a hairless body and a shark-skin shape. Its tail hangs down in a spiral, and its wings are as thin as cicada wings, allowing sunlight to pass through.
The third type of griffon has no wings and is also called "half-gryphon". They have degenerated due to environmental changes. They have sharp teeth in their mouths and extremely strong claws. And compared with the first two, "half-gryphon"
"It seems to have completely become a beast, but it seems very nondescript.
The last kind of griffin is the complete opposite. They are huge and soar in the sky like an eagle. According to legend, these guys called "griffins" will only touch the earth twice in their lives, one of which is when they open their eyes.
, the second is to fall after death. As for every minute and second of life, it is always hovering in the sky.
However, through the observation and research of scholars, the mysteries surrounding the "Griffin" have long since dissipated. In fact, the "Griffin" is just a subspecies, but because the prototype has been extinct for hundreds of thousands of years, it has just been given countless legends. The Ice Dragon is an ancient dragon that only exists in classics. Its beak is like a bird's beak, and its dark blue skin is covered with an icy blue carapace. There is a special mineral in the carapace.
According to legend, they have a pair of backward-curved dragon horns on their heads, and the tip of their tail is as terrifying as a stabbing sword. Their wide wings provide them with extremely strong flying capabilities and maneuverability. The ice dragon can fly in various movements, regardless of
Both appearance and posture are very gorgeous.
The organs in the body of the Ice Dragon can store ice magic power, and they can use this to emit cold air, causing the temperature within a kilometer radius to plummet, and even the moisture in the air to condense into ice.
There are tiny holes between the scales of the Ice Dragon. When it is excited, the ice magic in the body will flow out from the holes, condensing a layer of gorgeous ice armor on the skin, and the head will also be affected by it.
And transformed into a giant ice horn like a crown.
However, these ice dragons all died mysteriously in the end, and within those huge cold corpses, "griffon cubs" were born. However, compared to their ancestors, griffins no longer have the talent to control ice magic, so they can only
Relying on his sturdy body to survive among the ancient ferocious beasts...
Hohenheim poured the griffin's blood into the glass bottle while recalling this familiar knowledge. The wax water hardened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the card marked with the date was tied tightly with hemp rope. After all this was done
, Hohenheim threw the hatchet to the ground, turned around and walked out of the cabin.
Night fell quietly, and Hohenheim sat alone under the tree, drinking hard liquor while staring ahead. This was a dense forest that no one cared about. Nearly a hundred wordless stone tablets were silent in the moonlight, and they were far away from Hohenheim.
On the surface of the nearest stone tablet, there is still blood that has not dried up, and a feather soaked in blood.