Chapter 867 Xing's Little Brother

"Go and get all the griffons and ranch slaves."

"Yes, my lord."

After receiving the order, more than 300 people dispersed in all directions.

"come over."

Hearing his master's voice, Xing came behind Weilin, lying on the ground, acting as a meat cushion.

Leaning on Xing's body, Weilin felt the soft touch, which was very comfortable.

Kyle took out a book and started reading it as if no one was around.

Two hours later, all the ranch slaves and griffins of the White Tower Griffin Breeding Ranch gathered in the square. It was a huge crowd, and they surrounded the place so tightly that no one could get in or out.

"Your Excellency, everyone at the ranch is here." Blossom stood in front of Weilin, bowed and saluted, saying respectfully.

Upon seeing this, Weilin got off Xing's back, walked around, and checked the quality of the ranch staff.

In general, the division of labor is clear and the management is strict. Except for a small number of professionals, most of the others are ordinary people without any magic power or fighting spirit.

"Is that the leader of this griffin tribe?" Weilin pointed at a sturdy griffin and asked Blosson.

"To answer your question, sir, Habsburg is the leader of the White Tower Griffin tribe. He has high-level silver strength and is usually only controlled by the steward. Slaves like us dare not get close to him." Blossom answered with a hint of fear in his eyes.

He looked up with a proud look on his face.

Weilin raised his right hand and gently grabbed the six-meter-long leader of the White Tower Griffin tribe.

More than a thousand griffins saw that their leader was in trouble and flapped their wings, wanting to help, but they felt an invisible weight pressing down on them, making them unable to move.

"Xing, teach this griffin a lesson."

"Master, rest assured. I will let it know what respect is."

Xing excitedly stood up, eyes sparkling, and flew into the air, his body gradually growing larger until it returned to its full size.

The eleven-meter-long body shone with golden light under the sunlight, and the low-level golden aura swept out like a surging wave.

Many young griffins were frightened by the momentum and peed themselves. They trembled and looked at the griffin king in horror in the sky.

“Shasshasha”

The leader of the White Tower Griffin tribe begged for mercy, his voice full of fear and despair.

However, Weilin turned a deaf ear to the plea for mercy, swung his arm, and threw it directly at Xing.

"Sha——"

The screams of pain seemed to be able to penetrate the soul, causing many griffins to cover their heads and plug their ears, not daring to listen to the heart-wrenching wails.

Above the sky, Xing grabbed the leader of the White Tower Griffin tribe with his left claw and punched his abdomen with his right fist.

Beat it and make it shout that it is wrong.

"My lord, I feel that Xing mistook that griffin for you." Kyle closed the book and said with a smile.

When Weilin heard this, he covered his face and said helplessly, "It seems that this guy won't change unless he gets a few good beatings."

Hearing this, Kyle nodded in agreement: "We really need to give them a good beating, otherwise it will be bad if we lead the Xuefeng Clan astray."

At this moment, Xing, who was enjoying beating the griffin, felt a chill on his back. He looked around with lingering fear, and when he saw that there was no enemy, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued to educate the leader of the White Tower Griffin tribe.

Half an hour later, Xing carried the dying griffin back to the square and threw it in front of the members of the White Tower Griffin tribe. After walking around proudly for a few laps, he regained his small size and came to lie down behind Weilin.

Seeing the miserable state of their leader, more than a thousand griffins covered their mouths and dared not make a sound.

Sure enough, for the magical beasts with low intelligence, killing the chicken to scare the monkey is always the most effective method.

Weilin came before the leader of the White Tower Griffin tribe, and through its eyes, he could see the fear and awe deep in its heart.

Crouch down and put your hands on the top of its head to heal its injuries.

Under the healing light, Habsburg, the leader of the White Tower Griffin tribe, was mesmerized and couldn't help but feel close to the human in front of him.

Seeing this scene, Weilin really found it difficult to understand the Warcraft's thinking.

It was you who asked Xing to beat it up, and it was you who healed its wounds. Not only did you not show fear, you even acted docile.

The light faded, and Habsburg stood up, lowered his head, and gently touched Verin's hand with his forehead.

Xing, who was yawning, saw this scene and suddenly exerted force, rushed over, knocked Habsburg away, stood in front of Weilin, and let out a threatening roar.

Seeing this, Habsburg crawled on the ground with fear on his face, showing a gesture of submission.

"Okay, okay, it will be your little brother from now on, don't treat it like a mortal enemy." Weilin touched Xing's head and said softly.

"Ok."

After saying this, Xing came to Habsburg, raised his paw, and placed it on his head. He imitated the tone of his master accepting someone else's loyalty, and said, "From now on, the White Tower tribe is a vassal tribe of the Snow Wind Clan."

"I, Xing Xuefeng, will be your boss from now on. Do you understand?"

"Shashasha."

"Well, don't worry, from now on, if you have a bottle of wine from me, I will have another bottle for you to lick."

"Shashaa"

Hubbs nodded and answered with a convinced look on his face.

Watching the serious conversation between the two griffins, one white and one brown, Weilin always found it a little funny.

After forcing thousands of griffins from the White Tower Griffin Tribe to surrender to Xing, Weilin asked Kyle to open the Messier demiplane passage and transfer all the White Tower Griffin breeding ranches into it.

Three hours later, the White Tower Griffin Ranch lost its former hustle and bustle, and a tranquil atmosphere filled the vast grassland.

Kyle closed the Messier demiplane channel, turned to look at Weilin, and asked curiously: "My Lord, what are you going to do with this land in the future?"

"I want to build this into a complex manor. What do you think?" Weilin opened his arms, feeling the breeze, and spoke.

"So what is your positioning for this complex manor?"

"Qixing Territory is located in the center of the eastern region of the Kingdom of Ilia." Upon hearing this, Weilin expressed his thoughts. "Becoming an earl has also fulfilled one of my goals. The next step is to focus on economic development, and the capital will naturally become the point that cannot be avoided."

"After some time, you will go to the capital and its suburbs to buy some shops and manors. After dealing with the temptations of the monster clans in the Gray Wasteland, you can start to plan our layout in the capital."

"Yes, my lord."

After dealing with the White Tower Griffin Breeding Ranch, Weilin and Kyle took a tour of the Fengya Grassland and the Griffin Training Cliff. After appointing a manager, they returned to the royal capital.

Half a month later, Weilin ended his journey to the royal capital and returned to Qixing Territory.