Soon after, teams of griffin riders swooped down from the mountains and the sky, chasing the group of horsemen. The leader stood out in the field of vision, seemingly disdaining to conceal his identity. The lion's mane cloak on his back was so conspicuous that it directly revealed his identity.

War horses neighed, griffins swooped, lightning spears and sharp swords clashed, and another fierce battle broke out in the mountains.

In the castle of the Salius family.

The hall originally used for receiving guests was already in ruins, its dome had been blown off, and broken stones, flames, smoke and flames were everywhere.

The once majestic old Griffin Duke knelt in the hall, looking extremely dejected, and the shining holy sword also extinguished its light at this moment, falling casually on the gravel-strewn ground.

Although he himself was not injured, he was holding a petite and weak figure in his arms.

Huasilin's eyes were slightly closed, her eyelashes trembling constantly, as if she was enduring some kind of pain. Her originally pure white dress was stained red in large areas, and there was a gap on her chest, as if it had been pierced by a sharp sword.

After barely opening her eyes, Huasilin tried to stand up, but was quickly supported by the old Griffin Duke to prevent the wound from getting worse.

"I'm not going to die yet, there's no need to be so nervous."

The witch with snow-white hair and pure white eyebrows spoke. She stroked the old man's forehead and eyebrows with her hands, distinguishing the gray hairs at her fingertips.

"You and Oslin are really alike. You always fail to teach your children well."

The seemingly young witch smiled nostalgically, then slowly sat up in the arms of the man behind her. The blood on her chest gradually turned into stone powder particles, falling one by one, and the red-stained dress returned to its usual snow-white color.

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In the fierce conflict just now, the old Duke of Griffin was furious that his sword attack was blocked, and he used a series of offensive means again, which forced Jelann to start counterattacking.

The two men continued to fight in the hall, tearing open the dome and sending flames everywhere. In the end, the old Griffin Duke finally lost the upper hand due to exhaustion of physical strength and extraordinary power, and was unable to block the sword that was stabbing from Jelann.

Seeing the shining light, the sword of the holy creature was coming towards him. The Duke of Griffin had no way to avoid it and was about to die here. Suddenly, a figure with white hair and white dress appeared and blocked the sword with his body.

Although the long sword pierced the witch, the white stone continued to spread. Feeling the strangeness of the witch's power, Jelann did not want to stay for long and immediately withdrew.

Looking at his father hugging Fang Huasilin in the firelight, Jie Lann suddenly felt that he had aged a lot. He was no longer the omnipotent and powerful father whom he admired in the past.

Although his father wanted to kill him, he could not commit patricide for this reason, otherwise he would have deviated from the path he had chosen and become the same person as his father.

"Goodbye, Father."

Jelann saluted the man for the last time, and then, with the knights behind him, left his childhood home and the place where he grew up without hesitation.

"I want to walk my own path, a path different from yours."

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