Chapter 902 - Have You Seen Her Stupid Dog?
the dozens of mercenaries from the giant canyon were still running, even though it was only five or six kilometers. mountain roads were rugged, so even unicorns couldn’t run fast.
“look! what’s that?” a mercenary called out suddenly, pointing at the sky.
when they looked up, they were astonished to see a winged beast tear a humanoid creature apart brutally.
“that’s… a purple-striped griffin!”
“could it be the legendary griffin owned by alex?”
“i don’t think there is another purple-striped griffin in the entire world. it’s a mutant 10th-tier lightning-type griffin tamed by alex. it obeys no one but him, but why is it here?”
“we don’t need to worry about a thing now that master alex is here.”
the mercenaries were relieved, but they didn’t slow down a bit. yes, their help wasn’t needed anymore, but they didn’t want to miss out on the chance to watch alex fight.
…
“alex is still the man who does what he says,” brandli said with a relieved smile when he saw the purple-striped griffin at the giant canyon.
the expressions on the faces of the gray temple personnel were different, but most of them were much less worried.
“lord brandli, it’s our duty to catch the guilty. will alex’s interference affect our reputation?” a magic caster whispered to brandli.
“the reputation of the gray temple was built by all of us fighting for the safety of the civilians. we dedicate our lives to protecting the people here. its reputation won’t suffer just because alex interfered,” brandli said, looking at him coldly. “you should be ashamed of yourself for saying that.”
the magic caster blushed and bowed his head. “i’m sorry, lord brandli.”
…
the help was on the way, but the leader of the elf hunters was already dead. the members of the rose mercenary squad looked at the green flames and green blood spilling everywhere, shocked.
the 8th-tier demon had been killed in the most savage way in a heartbeat. the griffin hadn’t even given him the chance to do anything.
a head with round eyes fell from the sky and rolled. it came up near evan’s feet, the dead eyes staring right at him.
evan stumbled back in shock. his clothes were spattered with green blood.
his new master had been torn to pieces. he was so taken aback by the drastic turn of events that he didn’t know if he should feel glad or not.
“that’s alex’s purple-striped griffin!” scott exclaimed happily as he looked up.
“master alex has come to save us!”
“thank god!”
the rose mercenary squad was over the moon. they assumed a defensive formation.
when alex and irina were travelling on the continent, they had an abhorrence of sin.
the purple-striped griffin was here, which meant alex was also here, which meant they would be saved.
the other demons, orcs, and trolls were too terrified to move.
nobody knew better than them how powerful alex and irina were. when wandering elves had been hunted many years ago, nobody had been able to stop the killers. then alex and irina had heard of this. they had tracked down the killers and made sure they had gotten what they had deserved. many elf hunters had been forced to lie low and hide behind false identities.
now, alex was back, and he was right here.
they didn’t see him, but they knew he was here.
fighting was not an option for the outlaws.
not when the spatial demon patriarch had been slain by alex. their leader, the ghost light demon, had been torn into shreds. they knew they stood no chance.
“take hostages!” shouted a forest troll. a black vine shot out from his body, bound evan, and dragged him over.
the other five elf killers regained their composure and charged towards the rose mercenary squad. they needed leverage if they wanted to survive.
the griffin howled as if irritated by them.
“wow, it’s so beautiful,” amy said excitedly, peeking through mag’s fingers. “is it a lion? it is purple and it has wings. why does its howl sound so much like that of daphne’s dog?”
“is her dog a husky?” asked mag.
“yes, but how do you know that, father? have you seen her dog? it’s very stupid. its specialty is tearing stuff up. daphne’s grandfather said he would stew it this winter. she was very sad, but i told her to save me some stew.”
“dog stew is good, but dog hot pot is much better.” mag had only eaten dog hot pot once.
everyone looked at mag and amy as if they were crazy. this was hardly the time or place to discuss food!
mag was calm all the while. everything was going according to his plan. the demons and orcs thought they were the hunters and he the prey. they couldn’t have been more wrong.
“boom!”
a purple golden lightning ball came out of the griffin’s mouth and exploded into five bolts of lightning, striking down.