Demon Hunter: I have a red gourd

Chapter 36 You drove first

The blue light on the griffin became brighter and brighter.

But this did not interfere with Ivan's vision, because during the dream trial, his eyes had mutated, and the demon hunter's body allowed them to automatically adjust the size of their pupils in strong light environments.

At this moment, Ivan's pupils contracted sharply and became the shape of a needle, like a cat being illuminated by a flashlight from its owner at night.

In his field of vision, he was horrified to find that the griffin, which had just been seriously injured and fallen to the ground, was now healing rapidly in a way that defied common sense.

Even more astonishing was the fact that its wings, severed by the silver sword, were actually regrowing at a speed visible to the naked eye. A dense layer of granulation flesh first sprouted from the fracture, then rapidly expanded and expanded, gradually transforming into complete bones and flesh.

At the same time, new feathers quickly emerged from the new wings. Each feather was shiny and plump, with a firm rachis and tight feathers. In the blink of an eye, the wings were as full as before.

Something's wrong, something's wrong.

Is this still a griffin? What is it doing to me?

You are a phoenix, and you can also be reborn from the ashes?
The violent vibration of the Demon Hunter badge on his chest made Ivan realize that this abnormal scene before him must have the involvement of chaotic energy. However, he did not understand magic and had no idea what was going on.

A loud eagle cry tore through the night sky. The griffin's body had fully recovered, and its original appearance of being seriously injured and dying disappeared without a trace. Not only that, it looked even stronger than before, with each new feather shaking like a carefully forged blade.

The eye, previously damaged by the scissor-tailed dragon's venom, had recovered and was now intact, as if it had never been harmed. It slowly turned its head, its movements imbued with an innate dignity and nobility. Its sharp eagle eyes fixed on Ivan, filled with cold murderous intent and rage.

In the rich human language system, griffins have always been regarded as symbols of nobility, courage, loyalty, and fighting spirit. They are kings of the sky, fearless hunters, and also the most upright creatures in human cognition.

They are strictly monogamous creatures, mates for life, and are willing to fight to the death for their mate if attacked. Many humans would be ashamed of themselves when confronted with their character.

Facing a heavily armored, fully armed knight, the griffins, far from being intimidated, would instead ignite an even stronger desire to fight, proactively challenging them. They seemed to have a particular preference for this type of prey, as defeating a human knight would bring them immense pride.

Likewise, they are also happy to accept challenges from others. Deep down, they have a passion for battle, and once provoked, they are like a tinderbox, refusing to give up until they have completely ripped their opponent to pieces.

It was obvious that Ivan's "sneak attack" had already been an unforgivable and serious provocation in the eyes of the griffin. This "despicable" behavior had made it extremely angry, and the fuse of this powder keg had been lit.

"Okay, okay." Ivan stood up and shrugged, then waved the silver sword in his hand at the aggressive griffin in front of him.

"Now we're in a fair duel. After all, you didn't tell me you would be resurrected, did you? This is also unfair to me."

The griffin, as if completely enraged by Ivan's actions, let out a deafening shriek. It flapped its wings vigorously and soared into the air. A powerful gust of air swept up, stirring up the surrounding dust. Under the bright moonlight, the griffin's massive form appeared majestic. Its wings, spread out, resembled a black canvas against the night sky, bathed in a silvery glow. Its feathers shimmered faintly, like falling stars.

Even more mysterious is that its body is tinged with a faint, hazy blue, like a glimmer of light emerging from the deep sea, gently rippling with every flap of its wings.

Wait, blue?
Ivan opened his eyes wide and suddenly understood what was going on with that inexplicable feeling of familiarity in his heart.

When he first saw the blue light emanating from the griffin's corpse, he had thought it was some magical effect. Now that he thought about it, it was clearly the same griffin that had caused his predecessor's death!
He should have thought of this earlier! The Griffin and the Scissortail Dragon originally occupied the same ecological niche. Unless the Scissortail Dragon had been seriously injured in other battles, it would be impossible for it to be suppressed so thoroughly by a Griffin, even having its tail broken.

Apart from the griffin that killed its predecessor in three attacks, could any other griffin be so abnormally powerful? Not even the stronger Great Griffins or Royal Griffins!
Now that I think about it, the trap set by my predecessor using a large number of alchemical bombs must have killed this griffin. However, this strange blue light revived it and probably strengthened its body, allowing its three claws to tear through the griffin school's armor.

Suddenly, the griffin folded its wings and swooped down towards Ivan like a whistling meteor. The strong wind raged around it, and its sharp cry seemed to burst people's eardrums.

Ivan seized the opportunity and dodged to the side.

Facing a monster that is much larger and stronger than you, confronting it head-on is a very foolish approach.

The griffin brushed past him and slammed into the ground, creating a massive crater and sending dust flying. Before the dust could clear, it flapped its wings, sending a cloud of sand flying towards Ivan. Using the dust as cover, it opened its beak and a thick blue beam shot out, striking Ivan's shoulder.

Holy crap! Ranged attacks are coming!

Ivan had to say it again, is this still a griffin?

It was obvious that it had a strong desire for revenge. Ivan had previously cut off its left wing, and now its attack was also aimed at Ivan's left shoulder, obviously wanting to make Ivan pay the price in the same way.

Ivan quickly changed his gestures and cast the Quen Sign. A pale yellow magic shield instantly appeared. Enhanced by the potion, the Quen Sign's strength barely blocked the impact of the blue light. However, the recoil still sent him reeling.

Something is wrong. This is very wrong!
You know, after drinking so many potions, with Ivan's talent and the strength of his Quen shield, he would have the courage to withstand even the claws of a true dragon. And now, judging by the Griffin's appearance, this beam of light was just its normal attack!

Before Ivan could steady himself, three more blue beams shot towards him, all targeting his left shoulder.

Ivan hurriedly jumped to avoid the attack, the blue light brushing past his body and striking the two boulders behind him. The boulders shattered instantly, fragments flying everywhere like raindrops.

Okay, okay, I was thinking of having a fair duel with this griffin, but this is how you play it, right?
You opened it first!
Guangzhi, save me!
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