Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 42 The Duke
The screams of wild boars falling from the sky were high-pitched and terrifying, like the cry of a person who fell off a cliff.

The griffins hovering in the sky also responded with loud and clear screams, like cheers of victory.

"boom!"

Accompanied by the sharp wind sound of heavy objects falling, an adult wild boar was slammed to the ground.

With the trembling sound from the ground, the wild boar bounced up again, and then came into close contact with the ground again, its bulky body kicked up dust all over the sky.

Brian dodged in time, and through the gradually dissipating dust, what appeared in front of his eyes was an adult wild boar with four limbs kicking on the ground, struggling to get up.

The wild boar lying on the ground gasped and howled in pain. Although its back was covered with pure black mane as hard as steel needles, it was left with more than a dozen deep wounds by the sharp claws of some kind of beast, bright red. The flesh and blood turned outward, and the smelly blood gurgled, instantly soaking the dry ground.

Just when the wild boar was struggling to get up, a sharp spear dropped from the sky, tearing through the air, piercing the thick fur and fat of the wild boar, penetrating into the soft flesh under the ribs, protruding the bloody spear head from the lower abdomen, Nail it firmly to the ground, and a pool of red blood continues to extend under it.

The wild boar wailed and grunted with difficulty, as if a lumberjack was sawing wood, but there was no wood here, only griffins hovering in the sky screaming.

When Brian, who was closest to the wild boar, saw the bloody scene, his expression froze, and he subconsciously looked up at the blue sky.

It wasn't because he was afraid of such a bloody scene, but because he was curious about who the sky hunter who caused this scene was.

The moment Brian raised his head, a shadow covered the dazzling sunlight, as if the entire sky was darkened, completely covering his body.

Immediately afterwards, a griffin that swooped down from the sky clearly appeared in front of his eyes, and slowly landed on the ground.

For such a large beast as a griffin, Brian is very clear.

The griffin has the strong body of a lion and the head, forelimbs and wings of an eagle. It is an extremely ferocious bird-like carnivore.

They attack as swift and deadly as a falcon, and as powerful and fierce as a lion in their blows.

Lairs of sticks, leaves, and the skulls of their prey can often be found atop the towering rocky cliffs of the Griffin Mountains' hinterland.

The moment the griffin landed, it immediately stretched out its wide golden wings, and with the bitter wind blowing towards its face, it followed closely like the scream of an eagle.

Facing the loud and clear scream of the griffin towards him, Brian showed no fear on his face. He let the stinging wind blow his messy hair, and stood motionless, full of interest. He carefully looked at this majestic griffin.

After all, this was the first time he observed these kings soaring in the sky so closely in this small world.

Brian knew very well that the length of ordinary griffins is generally more than 2.5 meters, and the wings can reach 8 meters from the back.

But the length of this griffin in front of him is more than 3 meters. What is obviously different from ordinary griffins is the pair of wide golden wings. In Brian's view, they are as dazzling as the sun in the sky.

Obviously, this griffin is very likely to be a large beast of the leader level.

At this time, Broto, the dwarf who ran the farthest, came to Brian, staring at the griffin with thick eyebrows and big eyes, cursing in a low voice.

"When did Duke Swift master the method of domesticating griffins?" Brian asked curiously.

Although the griffin is also a beast with arrogance, it is not as difficult to tame as the saber-toothed tiger.

In the main material world, many experienced animal trainers who are well versed in the brutal character of griffins have mastered the method of domesticating griffins.

And, once trained, the Gryphon is a fierce and loyal mount.It is tied to the life of its owner, and will fight to the death to protect the rider.

But the premise of all this is that the training must start with the cubs hatched from the eggs, otherwise, it is impossible for this ferocious carnivorous beast to succumb.

In Brian's impression, no one seemed to have mastered how to tame the griffin.

"Bryan, where have you been recently? Have you crossed the ocean?" Broto said in surprise:

"Don't you know? In Thorn Castle, everyone knows that the court wizard Morele, who lives in the Golden Feather City, the capital of West, has researched how to tame griffins two years ago."

When Brian heard this, he immediately understood.

Morelle was not only a wizard, but also a druid who was close to nature. It was not surprising that he could master the method of domesticating griffins.

Then Brian shrugged and smiled at the dwarf, but didn't answer.

As Brotto guessed, he has indeed traveled across the ocean frequently in recent years.

The longest time was when he spent his own money to personally charter a ship capable of long-distance sailing, allowing him to sail on the sea for nearly half a year.

Of course, his purpose of going to sea is not to hunt monsters or be hired by people, but to try to find a way to return to the main material world, or other continents.

Because he had heard such a rumor about elves.

This rumor claims that the elves, like humans, do not belong to the original inhabitants of this world, but are colonists who came on a spaceship with the ability to navigate between planes.

As for the whereabouts of the spacecraft, all rumors point to a small island far away from the mainland.

For this rumor, Brian naturally believed deeply, because this history was also recorded in the Elf Holy Land.

It is a pity that Brian searched all the sea areas, but did not find this magical island.

Just as Brian was talking with Broto, a figure came down from the special saddle on the Griffin's back.

Looking at the rider who skillfully rolled out of the saddle, Brian was surprised.

Because the Griffin Knight in front of him is the Duke of Silver Griffon.

Unlike Brian's surprise, the crowd near the gate became silent after seeing the appearance of the person coming, and walked towards the inside of the fort in unison.

Only Brian, Mario, and the dwarf Broto did not move.

The Duke of Sweet wore a fine mail shirt over a black coat embroidered with the silver griffin insignia, and a heavy cloak with a fleece collar fastened with a silver griffin buckle.

As Brian, who has met once, knows well that the Duke in front of him is in his 50s, but at this time he is as strong as a young man in his 20s just like ten years ago.

When Brian looked at Duke Swift, the other party's majestic eyes also looked at him.

However, after only staying on him for a few seconds, he threw the cloak behind him and walked straight towards the wild boar that had already died in the struggle.

Duke Swift grasped the pitch-black spear with his brown-gloved right hand, and pulled it violently, scarlet blood gushing out from the thick fat of the wild boar in an instant.

The griffin on the side immediately flapped its wings and landed on the wild boar's body, using its sharp beak to follow the blood hole pierced by the spear, pecking at the fresh flesh.

"Have we met somewhere? This young half-elf adventurer." Duke Swift handed over the spear in his hand to a soldier, staring directly at Brian as if piercing through everything.

His voice wasn't too loud, but when he spoke, everyone listened quietly.

Bryan didn't like the way the other person looked at him, and although his golden pupils were surprisingly pale, it made him feel a little upset.

However, before Brian could speak, the dwarf Broto answered first for him:
"Of course you have, old prince. Do you know who he is? He is Brian of Tigrila, an excellent monster hunter and master of swordsmanship."

"Bryan from Tigrila?" Duke Swaite ignored Broto, but frowned slightly, began to look at Bryan carefully, and then couldn't help sighing: "It looks quite similar. .”

Hearing Duke Swift's whisper, Brian felt a wave of turmoil in his heart.

Ten years ago, in the royal city of Tigrila, he met the Duke in front of him once.

What he didn't expect was that the two of them only had a quick glance, but the other could still leave an impression.

"Your name is Brian, right?" Duke Swift looked at Brian, pondered and said:
"Of course I've heard of you, an adventurer who hunts monsters for a living, and is especially good at dealing with all kinds of supernatural monsters. Thorn Castle and Griffin Mountains need such adventurers, if..."

Before Duke Swift finished speaking, he was interrupted by Brian reaching out his hand.

Brian saluted casually towards the other party, and said indifferently:
"No! I don't want to, Duke Swift. Although I am now in Thorn Castle in the Kingdom of West, it does not mean that I will serve as a soldier under the king's command. Please don't expect my sword to serve you for life. If you need I help you kill the so-called supernatural monsters, and you only need to pay enough commission."

After listening to Brian's words, Mario gasped in fright.

On the contrary, Broto, the dwarf beside him, stood aside, watching cheerfully.

"Commission! Commission!" screamed the crow on the dwarf's shoulder.

Hearing the cry, the griffin stopped its bloody feast, turned its head, and stared coldly at the screaming crow like a hunter.

The crow rolled its humanized eyeballs and greeted it without showing any weakness.

Duke Sweet waved at Bryan, as casually as he was saluting.

"Very good, young half-elf, I like your openness." He stared at Brian calmly for a long time, and then said slowly:

“However, it seems to me that you’re turning down like a king, you know? Not only are you turning down a full-time job that pays well, you’re turning down your own career and your future, and you’re talking like a high-ranking King."

"This is my freedom, is there anything wrong?" Brian retorted without showing any weakness: "As for whether I am an adventurer or a king and king, I don't want you to worry about it.

(End of this chapter)