429: Chapter 202 A Good Mount, Aweso 429: Chapter 202 A Good Mount, Aweso During the previous battle, Leon continuously cast various spells.
The high-frequency consumption left the Magic Elent in his body close to depletion, making him sowhat drowsy.
With little Magic Power left, he couldn’t even chat with Lola for a response.
Fortunately, on the journey ho, he didn’t need to pay attention to ti like when searching for Luthanshire.
After all, Death Claw was very familiar with Avalon’s location, allowing Leon to close his eyes and take a nap.
Adjusting his posture on the slightly swaying back of the Griffin, he lazily dozed off.
Not long after he closed his eyes, Leon was suddenly awakened by the signal from Death Claw’s consciousness.
Opening his eyes, he lifted his visor, turned his head, and imdiately spotted the target the Griffin had alerted him to.
The small black dot in the low sky below, though still unclear to Leon, was confird by Death Claw’s superior vision to be the sa Stormhawk they had encountered earlier.
That Stormhawk was flying in the opposite direction, heading towards the area they ca from.
Feeling his Griffin partner’s hostility and hunting desire, Leon quickly restrained it.
He thought it would be a real sha to let Death Claw just kill that Stormhawk.
It was a rare flying War Beast, a hundred tis more precious than a premium Warhorse.
Indeed, it had chased him and Kovis along with its master, but Leon wasn’t petty enough to hold a grudge against an enemy’s mount.
After all, his own impressive Black Steed was once Dawson’s Warhorse.
With a desire akin to coveting, Leon rubbed his Iron Gloves; since its original master had already been dealt with by him, wouldn’t it be a waste not to claim this Stormhawk for himself?
“Acro?
Can you ta the Stormhawk?” Leon turned back and shouted loudly.
Kovis looked down at where his Lord pointed, hesitated for a mont, then moved closer and shouted, “Emmon is already dead, maybe we can try.
That Stormhawk was a gift from Pilireno to Emmon, and I often interacted with it before.
It should still recognize .”
“Great, let’s go give it a try,” Leon chuckled.
He patiently soothed Death Claw, coaxing it with promises of fresh horse at once they returned to Avalon.
Upon hearing that there would be delicious horse at to feast on, the Griffin hesitated no longer and suppressed its killing intent, realizing it wasn’t a direct enemy, just annoyed by the familiar creatures associated with its enemy mage.
It imdiately bowed its head and accelerated its dive, like an eagle swooping down on a chick.
The howling Gale blew Leon’s robe and cloak into a flutter.
Perceiving the dissipating soul energy of its contract partner, the grieving Stormhawk, intending to search for its master’s body, was startled by the noise and turned its eagle head skyward.
Terror-stricken at being targeted by such an insurmountable beast, it instantly abandoned its original plan and frantically flapped its wings in an attempt to flee faster.
The two pairs of raptor wings, one large and one small, swept across the sky, sparking a life-and-death chase between the top predators of the natural food chain and their prey.
Securely gripping the high saddle handle on the swaying giant beast, Leon refrained from pulling the reins to disturb Death Claw.
In such an aerial battle between raptors, his inputs were surely less reliable than the Griffin with decades of flying and hunting experience beneath him.
The Stormhawk’s speed was indeed impressive, as a powerful raptor high up in the food chain without the burden of passengers, its agile flight montarily drew even with the pursuing Griffin.
However, despite carrying armor and two Heavy Armor Knights, the Griffin still had a significant physical advantage over the Stormhawk.
Like a Biological Magic Furnace, its organs continuously provided the Griffin with robust and surging stamina.
After rely ten minutes of high-speed flight, the Stormhawk’s pace visibly slowed.
— Whoosh — Whoosh!….
Two streams of wind whistled across the forest’s low sky one after another, swaying the treetops.
Death Claw seized the perfect angle for a kill, roaring loudly at the Stormhawk below.
The roars from the Griffin scared the surrounding birds into a frantic escape.
Had Leon not instructed it to spare the Stormhawk, it would have already dived down and torn it apart.
After months of wandering in the wild, barely scraping by, the exhausted Stormhawk finally reached its limit.
Hearing the Griffin’s cry so close behind, its feathers bristled instinctively, and its speed slowed further, unable to maintain flight after a few more monts.
Cornered by the Griffin, with no protection from its master, the fear-stricken and aggrieved Stormhawk flapped its wings helplessly, crash-landing after a series of bumps.
Its eagle claws and hind hooves hit the ground, unable to stop, and the Stormhawk screeched, trying to hide in the forest to escape the ‘pursuit’.
The Griffin in midair flipped to decelerate, its massive shadow crashing to the ground with a thunderous boom, cutting off the Stormhawk’s escape route.
The Griffin, clad in black Armor, dug its claws into the ground, its one-horned eagle head bowed as it roared fiercely.
— Heh!!!
The terrifying roar caused the Stormhawk to pull its wings tightly, shrink its head, and close its eyes in resignation, shaking on the ground like a frightened fawn.
It didn’t dare let out a single defiant hiss.
Faced with the Overlord’s roar from both sky and earth, Leon didn’t think any less of it—the likes of Hakimi and Hakiwan would have been left flat on the ground, ready to et their ancestors after just one such encounter.
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