Chapter 219: Iron Spine Vulture and Griffin Battlefield!

"My lord, the Magic Swift Eagle Squad has assembled!"

"Good, remember everyone—no matter what you encounter ahead, stay calm and simply follow behind me and Zhuoyue. Understood?"

"Understood, my lord!"

"Then set out!"

Whoosh! Whoosh!

At Gervas's command, eleven Magic Swift Eagles lifted off the ground and followed Zhuoyue into the high sky.

Their target for this mission, of course, was the wounded Griffins in the Death Mountains.

Because Griffins are massive in size and numerous in number, Gervas could not retrieve them alone—he could only risk it with the Magic Swift Eagle Squad.

Yet now, the Magic Swift Eagle Squad's riding skills were extremely proficient; even if danger arose, escaping should not be a major problem.

Thus, as long as they were cautious, the issue should not be too great!

"All units, attention—the Death Mountains are ahead. Stay close and do not fall behind!"

After several minutes, when the sky ahead clearly turned gray and hazy, Gervas reminded them again.

And the Magic Swift Eagle Squad riders finally understood why their lord had been so serious.

Because this was the Death Mountains—a place whose very name used to make them shiver!

Now, each one straightened up and tightly followed behind their lord.

For the next hour, the group advanced with extreme caution.

Fortunately, though Magic Swift Eagles had no offensive power, their maneuverability surpassed that of most low-tier flying beasts.

Thus, with Zhuoyue, a divine artifact, leading and warning ahead, they encountered two other flying beasts along the way—but safely avoided them all.

Upon reaching Eagle Peak, they continued flying eastward for about thirty li according to intelligence.

Soon, a emerald-green lake appeared amid the black-and-gray forest, like a flawless emerald spilled upon the earth, crystal-clear and unblemished.

Of course, Gervas was not here to admire the scenery.

The place was beautiful, but life-threatening at any moment.

So he needed to locate the wounded Griffins as quickly as possible.

Soon, Gervas noticed that trees on the lake's western side appeared to have been toppled.

"Go check over there!"

After flying westward for two minutes with the Magic Swift Eagle Squad, Gervas saw a shocking sight.

Beneath the western forest, a vast area of trees lay flattened, and among them lay numerous massive flying beast corpses, scattered haphazardly.

These beasts fell into two types: one was the sixth-rank Iron Spine Vulture, with a wingspan of nearly twenty meters—there were two of them.

The other was the fourth-rank Griffin, with a wingspan of about six meters—there were many more, over a dozen.

And they shared a common trait: every single one bore grievous, grotesque wounds.

"Good heavens! Griffins—so many Griffins slain here! What beast could have done this? Its size must be enormous—this is terrifying!"

"Indeed—no wonder it's called the Death Mountains. Our Magic Swift Eagles are nothing compared to them, like ordinary birds and beasts!"

"Look! Those few Griffins are still moving!"

Constant exclamations came from his subordinates.

After all, unlike Gervas, they had not been told the mission's target beforehand.

And the two giant beasts below were creatures they had never seen in their lives.

"Our target is right here. Everyone, land with me—bind the surviving Griffins as quickly as possible and prepare to extract them from the Death Mountains!"

"Remember—two Magic Swift Eagles carry one Griffin. Evlan, you're with me!"

Gervas wasted no time—he immediately led his subordinates down to the ground.

"Yes, my lord!"

Then, the riders paired off and began binding the Griffins still capable of movement.

And these Griffins were indeed, as intelligence stated, barely clinging to life.

Feeling the bindings, they faintly opened their sharp eyes—though they wished to struggle, they were powerless.

This was normal: any Griffin still able to fly would have fled with its flock.

Conversely, the flock would never abandon them.

Thus, this made Gervas's team's binding task much easier.

In less than ten minutes, all six living Griffins were bound.

"My lord, what about the other beast corpses? That largest beast must be at least fifth-rank, right?"

Though the Magic Swift Eagle riders were ordinary humans, they knew the value of beasts as massive as the Iron Spine Vultures.

"They are sixth-rank Iron Spine Vultures, but we don't need to bother with them—we must leave immediately!"

Gervas was naturally tempted by the remaining beast corpses, but he knew well.

If they grew greedy now, they might get trapped themselves.

The Magic Swift Eagles' carrying capacity was already at its limit.

Thus, even adding a hundred jin of beast meat could jeopardize their safety.

Thus, under Gervas's urging, all Magic Swift Eagle Squad members urged their mounts to take off.

Amid a chorus of whooshing sounds, the Magic Swift Eagles struggled to flap their wings and ascend.

Their flight posture was now visibly unsteady.

Clearly, flying had become difficult for the Magic Swift Eagles!

"Go!"

Gervas dared not delay—he immediately instructed Zhuoyue.

Afterwards, Zhuīyuè took the lead, the Mò Xùn Yīng squad followed closely behind, and Gervas's group turned back along the path they had come.

And this return journey would surely be more dangerous than the one they had taken to get here.

Gervas now truly hoped that the God of Glory would indeed show his favor.

After all, if they encountered any more ferocious flying demonic beasts, they would likely have no chance of escape.

Roar, roar, roar!

Just as Gervas's group had flown five or six li, a roar suddenly erupted from behind.

Gervas's group turned back in horror, only to see a massive black figure appear in the sky above the lake they had passed earlier.

After roaring several times, it descended toward the forest below.

Clearly, Gervas and the others could no longer hope to return after this trip.

Because it was no longer their turn!

"I am not greedy; I only wish to safely bring these griffins back!"

Perhaps the God of Glory truly heard Gervas's prayer.

On the rest of the journey, although they did encounter two more groups of flying demonic beasts, they were extremely fortunate: both groups were Mò Xùn Yīng.

And when those Mò Xùn Yīng saw Gervas's strange group, they actively avoided them well in advance.

When the last wisp of gray mist dispersed and the familiar Dragon's Blood Grass Canyon appeared, Gervas's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled.

"Haha, we have returned to our territory!"

"Haha, we are safe!"

Clearly, the Mò Xùn Yīng squad had been equally tense before, and now they all cheered one by one.

"Today the God of Glory must surely be favoring Storm Territory; now listen to me, Mò Xùn Yīng squad, advance toward the castle at full speed!"

"After returning safely, every member will receive an extra reward tonight: one cup of beer and three jin of smoked meat!"

"My lord is mighty!"