C17 I Can Protect You

"Damn orcs!"

The lead Griffin Knight watched in rage as he was outmaneuvered, his fury boiling over. He hoisted his war hammer high into the air.

As a Rank Four Griffin Knight, his war hammer, enchanted by a Mage, pulsed with the force of thunder.

"Attack!"

With a roar, the Griffin Knight swung his war hammer, which howled through the air towards the Featherman girl's back.

The sound of the wind whistling behind her turned the Featherman girl's face deathly pale. With her strength merely at Rank Two, the thunderous war hammer threatened to snuff out her life in a heartbeat.

In a frantic move, the Featherman girl hurled her silver spear backward.

Clang!

The war hammer struck the silver spear squarely, shattering its tip with its ferocious momentum before continuing its trajectory towards the Featherman girl.

Caught off guard, the war hammer slammed into her shoulder.

The silver spear had absorbed much of the hammer's force, yet the Featherman girl couldn't suppress a pained grunt as she lost balance and plummeted to the ground like a kite severed from its string.

The dense branches broke her fall, thankfully not exacerbating her injuries.

Struggling to her feet amidst the fallen leaves, she realized her wings were powerless, making flight an impossibility.

"Nowhere left to run!"

Three Griffin Knights swooped down, their massive griffins screeching as they towered over the Featherman girl.

She looked utterly vulnerable before them, her face etched with the stark realization of her dire predicament.

Boom!

Just then, a towering inferno erupted, dividing the Featherman girl from the three Griffin Knights.

The sudden firewall thwarted their advance.

Indeed, Lin Mo had intervened.

Among the orc tribes, Feathermen were renowned for their exceptional combat prowess. Lin Mo aimed to convert this Featherman girl and, by extension, her tribe into his devoted followers.

Furthermore, the Humanity Empire's influence had stretched too far. Lin Mo was determined to curb their wanton behavior within the wildlands.

"Oh? A wall of fire? Are you a mage? I'm not sure which faction you're with, but let me remind you that we are knights of the Bernard Empire. This orc is our quarry. If you're thinking of stealing our prize, I'd advise you to reconsider."

The leader of the Griffin Knights, upon seeing the flames, naturally assumed a mage was behind it. With the Empire's might behind him, he spoke with an air of haughty confidence.

Had Lin Mo truly been a human mage, he might have taken the Griffin Knight's words into account.

But clearly, the Griffin Knight had picked the wrong person to intimidate.

The mention of the Bernard Empire only elicited a cold sneer from Lin Mo. In his view, these three Griffin Knights were as good as dead.

"What's happening? Has someone come to my rescue?"

The Featherman girl was taken aback by the sudden wall of fire that had cut off her pursuers. She scanned her surroundings, bewildered, yet not a soul was in sight.

"I, the God of Flames, invite you to become my follower. I shall grant you my protection and ensure your safety."

As confusion lingered, a solemn voice resonated within her mind.