Chapter 202 – Strange Wind Sound

“Hey, Jace, still alive?”

“Alive, alive!” Jace sat up with his hands raised, and groped back and forth for a while, as a small fire jumped on the stone seat before him, and his dim vision gradually brightened.

“We should go!” Grid said, “To Quel’Dani, it’s ten o’clock now, and if we don’t get going it’ll be hard to get there before the sun goes down.”

“Yes?”

Jace moved his mouth and licked his somewhat grimy teeth, feeling a little dizzy still.

“What the hell was that drink last night …… last night?!” He grabbed Grider and said, “You’re saying that was griffin spit?”

Grid frowned and glared at Jace as he asked, “What’s griffin spit? That’s ‘Griffin’s Tear’ the special brew here, you can’t drink it anywhere else in the world! The best thing in this world …… You can die without regret after you drink it!”

“Drinking it and dying afterward is a phrase that should make more sense when I say it myself, right?” Jace said helplessly.

“That’s okay, I can say it for you, and I promise it definitely deserves that comment.”

As Grider packed his bags, he said, “Get all your stuff, we’re leaving and we’re not coming back.”

“Not coming back? Going straight to Southsea Town after you go to Quel’danny?” Jace asked.

“Yes, saving time.” Grid nodded.

“If I understand …… correctly,” Jace sat up, hanging onto his cervical vertebrae and moving his neck for a moment, waiting for the bout of dizziness to dissipate before continuing, “you’re planning to fly me back, aren’t you? “

“You understand well.” Grid said, “But even if I fly back, I can’t sneak the griffin from the Eagle’s Nest and ride it away, can I?”

“That?” Jess asked, “Are you going to catch one now?”

“Catch one?” Grider asked with a terse voice, “Catch what? Catch a griffin? Haven’t you seen a griffin before, do you think it’s realistic? Who’s catching who? I was going to discuss it with the griffin, you know!”

“I don’t particularly know.” Jace mumbled.

“Then just watch, know-nothing pink-skinned little man, I don’t expect you to know much about this art of communication.” As Grid spoke, tying up his hair braid and donning his fur tunic before cinching his belt and hanging the cord from the handle of his hammer around his waist, he looked over at Jace and asked, “How about that, doesn’t that look like a real knight.”

“A little taller would be more like it.”

“You don’t look like much of a fighter even when you’re this tall.”

“Ahem, what are you dressed so formally for.” Jace asked.

“You definitely can’t lose in the air when you go to meet the elves.” Grid patted his bulging stomach and said, “Those Quel’danian guys, going out to fight are dressed like they’re going to a wedding.”

“That’s an overstatement ……”

Jace said getting his bags all packed before putting on his shirt, it was quite warm living in a dwarven cave and was about to forget that it was even winter outside.

Grid crowed, “Wearing more is also a good idea in case you run into wolves, Jace. In the past I’ve patrolled that area out there with half a dozen heavily armed dwarves, and normal wolves wouldn’t dare to come up and threaten us, but now that there are only two of us, it’s hard to say. The wolves of Cintron have survived taking food from the mouths of trolls, so just think how ruthless they’ll be …… Definitely not comparable to those little players in the Elwyn Forest.”

Jace lifted his staff from the wall and shook it, “No wolf will dare come over and threaten us, when the time comes you just need to keep your legs steady and not run away with the wolf.”

He strapped his staff to his back, tightened his belt, puffed out his chest and smiled, “I’ll try not to hurt you by mistake!”

Grid tapped his warhammer and said, “Maybe those wolves will all be twitching to hell before you’ve even finished the spell, Jace, when the time comes, I’ll give you a glimpse of the power of a true Griffin Knight.”

Cintron’s climate was slightly warmer than Hillsbrad’s, and Jace guessed that it might be the sea breeze blowing in from the east being blocked by the Eagle’s Nest Mountains.

Unlike the clear-cut pine and cypress trees that littered the landscape like on the Hillsbrad and Outlander side, Cintron had more oaks, tall fir trees, and even more ridiculously large giant trees of unknown species.

Jace believes that some of those supernatural giant trees in the north should have some kind of blood relationship with the World Tree, otherwise how would they be so big ……

Cintron was close to what Jace understood to be a feeling of being outside of civilization, with hardly any signs of human activity as far as the eye could see.

Even though he knew that sooner or later he would come across an Amani troll village or stronghold if he continued east, trolls weren’t the type of race that liked to drastically remodel nature, so it was already quite pristine compared to Lordaeron’s territory.

The two filled their water jugs at a small pool at noon, then ate something under the crumbling walls of a nearby troll ruin from who knows how many years ago.

As he chewed on the bread he’d brought from the Eagle’s Nest, Jace suddenly felt a bit of not-quite-quite-quite-quite-quite-quite-quiet movement mixed in with the sharp sound of the wind blowing between the cracks in the walls.

Sometimes it’s like a broken whistle, sometimes it’s a dull murmur.

He glanced into a crack in the wall, but saw nothing.

“Hey Grid, do you hear anything that doesn’t sound quite right.”

Grid stopped his mouth and slowly raised his head, and after a moment of silence between the two, he said, “It was a bit of a sound, but this forest …… Jess, what does it sound like to you?”

“Like someone talking with their mouth covered.” Jess said.

“That specific?” Grid asked, “Do you have a guess?” In the forests of Cintron, a stuttering voice ……

“What are the chances that this is a guy caught in a spider web?” Jess asked.

Grider stared at him for a moment, nodded his head a little and said, “Quite a big one!”

Jace glanced into the ruins of a nearby wall and asked, “Are we going to follow the sound?”

“Now that I’ve heard it.” Grid said, “It’s fine if it’s an elf, what if it’s a dwarf, it’s impossible to see the death of a dwarf, it’s not far from the Eagle’s Nest Mountain. As much as I hate to admit it, the probability of my kind encountering such a thing is indeed way higher than that of an elf.”

“The spiders here are related to trolls.” Jace asks, “They worship Shadrach, the god of spiders, right!”

“You even know about this?”

“You told me, did you forget?”

“Hmm …… seems to have mentioned it.” Grid scratched his ears and said, “But the spider priests also live in the area of Shadralo, the spiders on this side of the Eagle’s Nest Mountain are out of the control of the trolls, before the hunters often came out to hunt the spiders and drove them away from the Eagle’s Nest Mountain by the way, and now that the war has just ended, I guess they are taking the opportunity to come back to cause trouble again.”

“It’s like Alvin’s jackals.” Jace said.

“Just like the jackals.” Grid agreed.