Law of the Devil

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(Chapter 2 today ~)

Chapter 574: Griffon Knight

Dewey laughed, "The church still looks at me, doesn't it? ”

“Well, just five nights ago, an expert tried to sneak in, but I noticed.” Hussein shrugged for a moment, then looked at Dewey, and the tone was very serious: “I had a confrontation with him, and he was amazing, and I didn't leave him. Hmm... I think he should be holy. ”

Dewey immediately took it seriously: "Holy steps? Are you sure?”

“We fought for a few faces, and he quickly retreated. But I can still be sure that he is a holy class.” Hussein nodded.

Dewey thought, if the other person is the Church, then the powerful man of the sacred order in the Church today, apart from the Pope, is another angel left.

Naturally, the Pope himself would not come to do this kind of midnight snooping, so it must have been the angel who came.

Angel……

Dewey pondered for a moment. Is the temple still not willing to let go of itself?

In the aftermath of that contest, a certain degree of compromise had been reached between myself and the old man of the Pope, and both sides should be temporarily flattered. However, the temple still came to provoke itself.

Hmm... why on earth?

Finally, a smile reappeared on his face: "Well, let's go see those little guys first. ”

Hussein glanced at Dewey and walked over to push the wheelchair himself, while Dewey whispered something that made Hussein happy.

“These months have been hard on you. But soon you can leave here and go back to Didu. I think Princess Louise should miss you very much. Here's the job, I have another suitable person to guard here. ”

Hussein was very willing to leave here to see his loved ones, but he was a very responsible man and hesitated slightly: "But if I wasn't here, what if the Church... did you send Rodriguez? Otherwise, others will not be able to block the Church's holy class. ”

“No, not Rodriguez, I have a better candidate.” Dewey blinked.

A more suitable candidate, for example... with the shape of a golden dragon on one side, plus a 10,000-year-old soul, what do you say?

That guy's been hiding in his duke's house all day drinking, so why don't you leave him in this remote place.

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Dry, soft grass is laid in the wooden sheds, and, while these wooden sheds seem simple to build, they are actually embedded under each floor, with burning charcoal underneath them, making them soft as spring, even in winter.

Because Dewey understands that creatures like vultures grow in the southern marshes and are used to hot climates. And here in the middle of the Lion Continent, in the cold winters, in order to reduce the unnecessary wear and tear of these little things because of the lack of climate adaptation, these places that breed vultures and young animals have made a lot of precise arrangements.

Thirty-one of the first cultivated vulture larvae have survived to date, with the exception of two who died of soil and water dissatisfaction, and the rest of the larvae thrive - Kakarot's cultivation method is correct.

These little things are Dewey's treasure, and he's got a breeder for every vulture cub —— in fact, this breeder, who's about to become the cavalier of this vulture.

In order to maximize the tacit compatibility of the knight with his mounting heart in the future, Dewey issued a death order requiring the knight to raise his own vulture cub himself.

There are currently a total of 100 knights from the Heavy Tiger Air Knights living in this other courtyard.

Moreover, with the successful cultivation of the vultures, Dewey has issued another order to recruit more Air Knights from the Northwest to report here.

In a warm wooden shed, there was a bucket of barbecue air beneath his feet, and the room was warm and even a little enthusiastic.

A young vulture, situated in a grass nest, stretched its head and chirped.

This is a little vulture, only three months old, whose feathers have not yet been fully grown. It looks like its eagle, and some bald ridiculous, but its claws already seem to have some sense of power. The sharp nails have grown and its teeth have gradually appeared in its mouth. However, one eye is still half-closed.

In the wooden shed, when Duwei and Hussein were here, the young beast seemed to feel something, struggling in the grass nest, with a clear degree of hostility in the roaring voice. And at this point, its breeder, its future rider, came to the grass nest and gently hugged the lion's vulture, the size of a puppy, and took a strip of meat from a leather bag with a strap.

The vulture immediately lifted its neck and, with its sharp mouth, pecked sharply. Then he swallowed the strip quickly and stretched his neck.

It obviously split in the breeder's arms.

Dewey was very pleased with the scene.

And another strange thing here is... all the breeders who go into this row of wooden sheds, they all have a thick pair of earrings on their heads.

“Why is that?” Dewey was a little curious.

“These things are, after all, warcraft.” Hussein explains: “When they yell, the sound has a stunning effect. Although there are still some young animals, there is some power if there are occasionally a dozen young animals honking at the same time. There was a breeder who was inadvertently knocked out of the past. So now everybody goes in here and wears earbuds. ”

Dewey sighed: "Looks like we're going to have a lot of trouble raising this stuff in the future. After all, it's still too close to the Emperor. ”

“These little things are terribly cold, and I'm afraid I can't move them northwest. Perhaps the Rollin Plains is a good option.” Hussein warned.

“Let's talk about it later.” Dewey thought about it and shook his head. He had other plans for the issue.

“Normally, it will take two more years for these little vultures to reach adulthood, and two years later for training and working with riders… I'm afraid it will take at least six months for acquiescence to develop. So, in the short term, I'm afraid you won't see the 'Griffon Knight' you're expecting. ”

Dewey listened and smiled slightly: "Not necessarily, Hussein. Have you forgotten something? Time runs out, Springs! Fortunately, although the frozen forest springs have dried up, I've found another great alternative. With this alternative, I think, at most a year, maybe sooner, we can see the eagle knight flying in the sky. ”

At this time, Hussein was about to speak, suddenly, the face of the Holy Knight slightly changed, and he suddenly reached out and held down the sword handle between his waist, his face thickened, his side ears listened!

In the night sky, there was a loud and bright roar!

The roaring sound came from far away, the sound waves gushing in the air, with some kind of thick and majestic atmosphere!

The sound was long, but the sound was ancient, as if it were some kind of emperor's majesty, and the whistle came from afar, as if it were a lot closer in an instant! And all of a sudden, all the little vultures in the wooden shed were woken up in the turbulence. As if they were terrified of the roar coming from the sky, they shrunk hard into the grass hole, more ripped open their voices, and shouted loudly in the direction of the sky, with pity and fear in their voices.

For a while, the wooden shed was filled with vulture screams that didn't even calm the breeders.

“Dragon!” Hussein's face was gloomy and Dewey had not come and spoken, and the Saint Knight had stepped out of the door.

Above the grass outside the estate, a golden light was suddenly seen casting down the sky, a huge golden shadow with a golden flame spreading around, steadily landing on the grass.

The long neck is graceful and elegant, and the streamlined dragon body is covered with golden scales and the long wings are gently closed together, as if the golden dragon had a delightful laugh in its mouth.

Dewey just wanted to talk, but Hussein had already taken the lead, and after Dewey was seriously injured, he had lost his extremely proud sensitivity, he had no strong mental strength to back him up, and the acumen of the Five Officers was much less acute than before.

Hussein shouted angrily, the long sword in his hand suddenly burst out a golden fighting light, his body like a big bird, suddenly ran down from the terrace of the wooden shed on the second floor, his body swept through the air, the long sword shook, and suddenly the golden fighting light of countless stars fell towards the golden dragon on the meadow!

“Yip?” The Golden Dragon looked at the man who attacked him and suddenly shouted in surprise.

Hussein's swordsmanship swept like a mesh over Golden Dragon's body.

The golden dragon's eyes changed from surprise to a slight mockery. It stretched out a paw, but gently poked past towards the center of this star-like golden fighting light...

Bang

Hussein's long sword struck the claws of the Golden Dragon, and the strong flesh of the Golden Dragon, and the covered golden scales, broke the ordinary sword in Hussein's hand. But his fierce temper exploded on the Golden Dragon!

Boom!

The first face, each dragon's body violently shook several times, Hussein's body immediately emptied a forcible turn and plundered backwards.

And the Golden Dragon's mouth has begun to whisper some kind of spell.

At this point, Dewey finally struggled to move the wheelchair out of the room, shouting at Hussein: "Stop! Hussein, it's one of us!! ”

He shouted at the Golden Dragon below: "Chris, if you hurt my friend...”

“So what?” The Golden Dragon swept Dewey over her eyes obliquely, but it still retracted its claws.

Soon, the body of the Golden Dragon curled down on the ground, and in a piece of gold, it became a human figure, an old man in a long golden robe. And this old man, with his face as thin as a skeleton, actually hung a string of large and small bottles under his robe, afraid of a dozen or so bottles.

“Hussein, this is the man I hired to work for you here.” Dewey smiled and saw the saint flying back.

Hussein frowned, then suddenly relieved and nodded: “He's strong. ”

“Well, this kid, is that the sacred step?” Chris laughed lazily and looked at Hussein above: “Well, it seems there are still a lot of Holy Strong Men among humans. Dewey, is he one of your men? ”

“is my friend.” Dewey shook his head, took the wind, and he obviously smelled the alcohol coming from old Chris, frowning: “I think you should quit drinking. ”

“Have you forgotten what I really look like? Dewey, for me, alcohol only meets the sensory needs of my tongue, but I don't get drunk. Have you ever heard of a soul that gets drunk? ”

Chris drifted gently upstairs, and he looked around and frowned: “Is this the place you set me up? The place is small but desolate and I prefer to live in a bustling place. After spending too much time in that damn place, I still prefer to be lively. ”

Then, all of a sudden, Chris was attracted by the sound of the vultures roaring in the wooden shed, his face was a little surprised, and suddenly he crossed Dewey and walked directly into the wooden shed, and when he saw the look of the vulture young beasts struggling with fear in the grass hole, Chris took a deep breath and gave a strange voice: “Tuscia? ”

“Tuscia?” Dewey dazed for a moment.

“Well, it's the language of the Demons.” Chris's face is serious and he turns to Dewey: “Is this thing not extinct on the mainland? ”

(There will be a third chapter later ~ ~ Please be patient ~)

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