Violent reverberations hit the brain, and vague but close murmurs lingered in the ears.
who I am?
What he saw when he tried to open his eyes was a black iron gauntlet smeared with blood. The sharp and ferocious metal protected his fingers, the back of his hand and the outside of his forearm. The inside was made of brown leather and leather straps, firmly binding his wrist.
My arms, wrists and fingers moved slowly, bringing back the numb feeling. Well, this is my hand...
where am I?
The field of vision gradually expanded. On the small wooden table in front of him were placed sharp spears, small bucklers, swords, daggers and maces. There were also bows and arrows and a quiver full of arrows placed against the corner of the table.
The soil is solid and dry, and the iron boots, greaves and spurs forged from black iron are ferocious and evil in shape.
What am I doing?
The loud noise that struck the brain became clearer and clearer, and it was gradually recognized that it was a reverberating horn. Later, a clear voice came into my ears...
"Griffith."
"Griffith Apprentice Knight!"
"Hey! Second level team leader, wake up!"
The tone rose slightly, accompanied by the tapping sound coming from his shoulder armor.
"Huh? What?" The trainee knight who was called Griffith felt at a loss that this was his name, but it was not all of himself. Various chaotic memories were mixed together, making it impossible for him to outline his image.
"What?" Standing next to her was a tall, slender young woman with a bright face. She was wearing a finely crafted golden armor and raised her thin eyebrows, "What what? Why what?"
Griffith regained his consciousness and subconsciously touched his breastplate, then grabbed a weapon and put it on his body: "I'm a little dizzy~"
"Ha?! You're not dizzy anymore, okay?" The girl in front of her shook her head, her flaming red hair tied into a ponytail dangling behind her head, "Wake up quickly, pick up your weapon, and attack!
"
Without waiting for Griffith to agree, the red-haired girl put the black iron helmet into Griffith's arms, raised her right hand, and "smacked" the face of the apprentice knight who was half a head taller than her.
After being hit twice, Griffith immediately took a lot of weapons and followed the red-haired girl out of the tent.
"Level 2 Assault Squadron Leader Valkyrie, take your men to the right wing and hide under the slope behind the infantry." An officer wearing a red woolen cape rode past the two men.
"Order received," the red-haired Valkyrie squadron leader nodded, dragging Griffith, who didn't know what to do, to the two war horses.
"Okay, whether you wake up or not, there is no time for you to adjust slowly now~" Valkyrie held his helmet with one hand, patted Griffith on the shoulder with the other, and tilted his head towards him, "
Mount your horse, grab your spear, and attack as usual. As long as you defeat the guy on the other side, we can go back...ah, it's unlucky to say this before a battle."
Griffith's body moved on its own, and he climbed onto the tall and majestic black horse in front of him as naturally as if he was eating or sleeping. The horse was also covered with a black faceplate and breastplate. There were sharp horns on its forehead, like
It was as menacing as a monster in the dark, waiting silently for its rider to pull the reins and start trotting after Valkyrie and her mount.
Wow~ Although I don't know exactly what happened, everything seems to be going as it should.
The breeze passed through the gaps in the visor, sending the air with a faint strange smell into the nasal cavity. His mind, which was still cloudy just now, gradually became clearer, and Griffith passed through the crowded camp.
White tents are distributed in an orderly manner on both sides of the straight road, and each intersection is marked with the name of the nearby squadron and where it leads. On the five- to six-meter-high wooden tower, soldiers waved green and red flags and stopped.
Or let the passing team pass.
Infantrymen wearing bronze and iron armor were arranged in a neat formation, holding long spears and life-size shields, with short swords hanging on their waists, and walking calmly across the straight road. Their helmets were decorated with bright red, bright yellow and white feathers.
, the journey feels like a colorful ocean.
The trumpet sound that was still echoing in my mind just now has long since ceased. The running horse officers occasionally issued loud and clear instructions. The troops who received the orders simply responded loudly, and then continued to operate quietly.
Griffith followed Valkyrie through the camp. From time to time, neatly armored cavalry joined their team on the road until they reached the exit on one side of the camp. From there, they galloped along a slope for a long time.
Yes, and finally stopped in a large flat space.
Dozens of male and female cavalrymen who were as young as Griffith saluted the red-haired female knight on their horses. Several of them greeted Griffith with smiles on their faces.
"Prepare for battle," Valkyrie waved to one side, "Are the priests here?"
"The trainee sister Krista is already in place. The herald just came to inform that the high priest is staying with the infantry men and there is no time to come over."
"Hmm~" Valkyrie nodded, "Krista, come to the front and give blessings to the front row of the squadron. Skip the rest."
A petite and beautiful girl with blond hair slipped through the crowd and ran to the front of the line. She wore a sparkling silver chain mail outside a blue robe, held a book that was almost as big as her upper body, and softly sang blessings as clear as a stream.
.
Standing in the front row, Griffith suddenly found himself wrapped in warm light, and both he and his mount felt light and airy.
It's amazing. What kind of power is this?
"The elegance of the wind, the protection, the carrying is complete."
The blond girl who sang the blessing completed her work and nodded to the squadron leader. She took a breath and looked in the direction of Griffith with her big emerald-like eyes.
Is she looking at me?
"Hey~ Griffith, after this battle is over, I want to go to Beyeland with Krista," a tall brown-haired cavalryman poked Griffith with his elbow, with a smile on his face.
He tapped his chest six times, "When I have enough merit to be promoted, I will confess my love to Krista!"
Griffith was reflecting on the effect of the blessing. He felt that his movements had become more agile and dexterous, and at the same time his strength had increased significantly, and he felt inexplicably that he would have good luck. He thought for a while
, remembering that this brown-haired cavalryman's name is Golona, and he is one of the admirers of the beautiful trainee nun.
"502nd Cavalry Regiment, take action!" A thunderous roar came from the distance above the slope, followed by shouts and slogans one after another, and the heavy and dense sound of horse hooves rolled in.
At the same time, fireballs dragging long flames streaked across the sky, flying towards the front beyond the reach of the eyes.
A red flag appeared on the slope near the cavalry team and waved vigorously towards them.
"Armored cavalry, move forward!" Valkyrie put on a golden helmet, put down his visor, raised his golden lance and jumped forward. The armored cavalry followed closely behind, wrapping around the overwhelmed Griffith.
They started from the hidden depression in four columns and trotted towards the slope on the other side.
Griffith's eyes moved upward little by little along the arc of the slope, and he gradually saw the entire battlefield.
Thousands of infantrymen lined up in square formations and horizontal formations one after another. The large square shields in their hands formed a city wall-like battle line, as straight and smooth as butter cut with a knife. The huge battle formations stretching for miles were guided by flying flags.
They marched forward. The column at the front held high an eagle flag wrapped in a pure gold wreath. Just casting your sight over it made people more courageous.
A heavy trebuchet as tall as the giant in the story was projecting fireballs like meteorites from behind the battle line. Hundreds of fireballs streaked across the sky one after another, falling to the ground and igniting flames more than ten meters high. Invisible shock waves
It spread from the location of the explosion, sweeping away nearby trees and blurry figures.
The cavalry squadron originally led by Valkyrie and hidden in the depression maintained its column formation and circled towards the right side of the wide battlefield. Many cavalrymen like them were advancing or fighting.
The cavalry of some teams were not as armored as Griffith's. When they approached the enemy, they jumped off their horses, took out their strong bows and spears, and poured death on the opposite side. When the human wall in front of them was struck by bows and arrows,
When the cavalry collapsed, another group of cavalry roared past and rushed towards the gap in the battle line. Immediately afterwards, some giant bison-like monsters with body shapes like jackals rushed from behind the opposite battle line, with humanoid creatures riding on them, and launched
The attacking cavalry collided heavily, letting out bursts of roars and screams.
"Good luck today!" Golona shouted from Griffith's right hand side. The distance between the two was less than the width of a war horse. "There are not many wolf cavalry. It would be great if no one intercepts us.
Got it!"
The armored cavalry quickly crossed most of the battlefield, and no large group of infantry could be seen near Griffith. Hundreds of archers wearing light leather armor gathered not far from the squadron. They nimbly started from behind.
He took out the arrows from his quiver and threw a continuous rain of arrows forward.
The locust-like arrows covered the sky and the sun, and when they landed, there were screams from the opposite position.
Griffith was trotting on his horse while watching the archers' shooting. Suddenly Valkyrie on the far right of the team shouted: "Long-range defense!"
The knights around him all raised the small metal shield of their left hand to protect it diagonally upward, and at the same time, they leaned as low as possible and got as close to the horse as possible.
As soon as he finished speaking, a storm of arrows came over him. Griffith, who was hiding behind the shield, heard the dense sound hitting the shield, like a summer rain hitting the roof.
Our own archers who were not too far away let out a scream. The archers who had been shooting rapidly just now fell down in a blink of an eye, like wheat fields harvested in autumn.
Valkyrie led her cavalry without changing their pace and continued to make a large circle to the right. The heavily armored cavalry indifferently separated from the sparse battle line of archers and advanced deeper.
"Hurrah!" The tsunami-like shouts startled Griffith and his mount, and they saw two waves of people colliding together in the center of the distant battlefield, and many figures even flew into the air.
"Squadron, stop!" Valkyrie raised his lance again, and the cavalry stopped their trotting mounts. At the same time, several cavalry columns came from nearby, gathering like streams converging into a river.
Together they form a dense queue.
"Legion! Prepare to attack!" A commander in a red shirt rode to the front of the queue and pointed his sword at the dark crowd not far away.
The cavalry quickly expanded from column to horizontal formation. Griffith suddenly found a small figure squeezing up from his right rear.
Is this Krista who just blessed us? This slender girl is also wearing armor, holding a saber, and riding a horse with a calm expression. She turned her head slightly to see Griffith's eyes and smiled at him.
"Dense formation!" the officers and knights gave the command one after another.
The young cavalrymen, who were covered in iron, put down their visors and approached each other. They roared like beasts and stared straight ahead.
The red-robed general pointed his sword forward and began to trot. A bright rainbow-like light spread from his sword, covering him and the knights around him.
"Cavalry, advance!"
Hundreds of armored cavalry began to trot, rushing towards the enemy's side and rear like a city wall.
Viewed from the sky, it looked like a gleaming tide, roaring towards the shore. Along the way, many scattered monsters and warriors pounced on this huge wave, and then were swallowed up and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
The first row of the trotting cavalry battle line held lances, and the following rows held sabers and maces tightly, maintaining a smooth line and rolling forward.
"Level with me!" the red-robed general shouted, and the battle line of thousands of people was like an extension of his hands and feet, "Byelan!"
"Byelan is victorious!"
"Wan Sheng!"
The cavalry regiment began to charge.
"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie!" The dark crowd in front started to commotion. Griffith saw countless black humanoid creatures like festering anthills from the gaps in his undulating helmets, one by one in front of the cavalry.
It collapsed and fled in all directions.
"Boom!" The cavalry battle line broke through the enemy's defense line like a flood, making a deafening roar. Griffith flew away the skull of a monster, and then trampled several of the same kind under the iron hooves of the war horse.
It was only then that he saw the enemy's appearance clearly.
This is a creature that is slightly shorter than humans and has dark green skin. They have the same hands and feet as humans, but their sharp fangs protrude from their lips, and their ears are like donkey ears. These enemies wear strange-shaped black and gray armor and hold hand-held weapons.
Machete, wooden shield or spear.
Half-orc Griffith felt that his brain, which had just returned to normal, was in chaos again, with all kinds of confusing and conflicting information tangled together.
Howling orcs, marble pillars wrapped in flames and collapsed ruins, huge and twisted shadows emerging in the rolling waves of fire... all kinds of information are gathered in the mind, as if there is an illusory image, and the countdown hand of the clock is moving.
Roll towards the end.
A dark shadow emerged from the depths of his consciousness and slowly turned around. Griffith subconsciously felt that this person's identity was extremely important, almost forgetting that he was still on the battlefield, and tried his best to see the shadow clearly.
True appearance.
"Ouch!" Suddenly, a 4 or 5-meter-tall giant monster appeared in front of him. It was extremely strong, with muscles as strong as rocks all over its body, and it swung a giant tree towards the second-level team leader.
"Uh? Ah?!" Griffith, who was still trying to see the mysterious man's true appearance, immediately flew out with his horse, spinning and hitting the ground beside him.
…
The severe ringing in his ears made people go crazy. Griffith got up dizzily, only to see an armored cavalryman holding a spear bump into the giant monster that had just knocked him away, and they fell to the mud together.
The cavalry battle lines have disappeared, and there are shouts and screams of fighting everywhere.
"Woo!" A sharp voice sounded from behind, and Griffith turned around quickly. Two orc warriors in tattered clothes, holding machetes and wooden shields, had already rushed to him not far away.
The trainee knight subconsciously moved his right hand forward, and the lance with half of his hand cut off immediately pierced the throat of one of the orcs. At this moment, another orc flew over and aimed at Griffith's head.
One knife.
"Cang!" Griffith dodged slightly, and the blade hit his shoulder armor and bounced away directly. The trainee knight took out the dagger from his waist and stabbed it into the horrified orc's eyes.
The two corpses fell to the ground almost at the same time, and black blood spattered from the gaps in the visors to the eyes and mouth. Griffith immediately vomited, holding back the nausea while blinking and pulling out the long sword from his waist, looking for the next one.
an enemy.
"Griffith!" Krista and another injured cavalry ran over. They all lost their mounts, their bodies were covered with mud and blood, and they still had sabers or half-part lances in their hands.
"The coalition has penetrated the defense line and rushed over. What should we do?" Krista's helmet flew to an unknown place when she fell from the horse just now, and her silky blond hair was draped on her shoulders. She pointed to a part of the battlefield.
He turned to the side and said to the two of them: "A group of orcs are coming towards us."
"We are staying here," Griffith picked up a shield from the ground and held it in his hand, while raising the sword in his hand, "come closer to me!"
On the muddy ground nearby, several cavalrymen who had been knocked off their horses were crawling up from the ground. Two of them immediately ran towards Griffith who was shouting. Several others also gathered together and formed a small formation.
It was too late to assemble or retreat. A group of orcs who were shouting and fighting were originally sent to support the defense line here. But before they could arrive, the defense line disappeared under the impact of human cavalry. The remaining two groups were on foot.
The cavalry were precisely their targets.
The five dismounted cavalry immediately gathered together back to back and formed a circular formation using swords and shields they could pick up.
"Waaaagaaaaah!"
One of the orcs was the fastest. It jumped over its companions and struck Griffith with an axe. Before its ax could fall, Griffith pierced its chest with his sword.
"Boom!" Several orcs collided head-on, hitting the shields of Griffith and the cavalry around him with a deafening bang. Before they could stab each other, the orcs behind them pounced.
Come up and crowd in their companions.
Rusty machetes and axes were dangling in front of him. Griffith seized the opportunity to stab a sword from the gap and pierced the abdomen of an orc. The little monster immediately screamed and clenched his hands.
He grabbed hold of the sword blade that pierced him and twitched.
In the crowded crowd, no matter how hard Griffith tried, he could not pull out his long sword. The screaming orc was squeezed around by his companions behind him and Griffith's shield, as if he had been crushed.
Like an orange, it keeps spitting out blood foam.
A spear was stabbed from the crowd, and a cavalryman standing next to Griffith was stabbed in the throat. The tall warrior fell down before he could even grunt, pressing on Krista behind him. Already
The cavalryman who died was still holding on to his shield in his hand, maintaining his standing posture despite the crowds from front to back.
I don't know how much time passed, but the besieging orcs took a few steps back. Three dead cavalry and a dozen orc warriors laid layer after layer of corpses on the ground. Another small group of cavalry in the distance.
It has also been submerged in the sea of people.
Griffith didn't know which weapon he had changed. He was holding a hatchet that he snatched from God knows where, and he and the trainee nun were on guard back to back. The panting orc soldier wiped the sweat from his head while talking.
Staring at the two people a few steps away.
Krista dropped the half-broken saber in her hand, quickly took off the heavy book hanging from her waist, and tied it with a silver chain. There were four shining horns on the chain. She had just used it to bless the cavalry.
The holy book turned into a terrifying shield covered in sharp teeth in the blink of an eye...
The blonde girl held the shield and gently rested her head on Griffith's shoulder. The two stood in silence, waiting for their final fate.
"Wan Sheng!"
The majestic war cry erupted again at an unknown location on the battlefield. A large group of infantry penetrated the enemy's line from nowhere, and under the leadership of the commander, they rushed towards the battlefield here.
The orcs who had been besieging the cavalry just now began to waver. Some of them shouted that they wanted to kill Griffith and the others, while others began to turn around and run away.
"The Holy Light gives me courage,
"The Holy Light gives me protection,
"The Holy Light looks at me and casts fear on the heads of my enemies..."
Griffith heard the soft prayers of the girl behind him. Krista suddenly picked up the chain in her hand and swept it around. Griffith shrank his head smartly, and then a silver light flashed around him.
The orcs tore a bloody path.
The slender blonde girl didn't know where she got such strength. She waved the chained holy book and started flying in the center of the orcs. The orcs who were still shouting just now fled in all directions.
"Don't stop, keep attacking!" Several infantrymen had already broken through the defense line and came to Griffith's side. The leading sergeant put his face close to his visor and shouted, "Follow us and continue...ah!"
Before the sergeant could finish speaking, a sudden violent tremor came from under his feet. A hand wider than the troll's body stretched out from the ground and smashed the sergeant to pieces.
"Behemoth!"
"Behemoth!"
The attacking infantry let out a burst of frightened shouts, and fell into a mad rout in front of the sudden monster. In the midst of this shout, a giant as tall as a hill broke out of the ground. Its skin was as powerful as if it were made of bronze.
With a huge horn on top of its head, its wheel-like single eye scanned the battlefield, then turned around and struck at the surrounding infantry and cavalry.
What is this! Griffith screamed in his heart. Although he soon realized that this was the legendary monster that hunted the dragon. When his vision was obscured by the black shadow, the will of the war test was still unbearable.
Such a sudden sight.
In the dark, he seemed to hear the sound of two dice falling to the ground. Immediately afterwards, Griffith felt as if a gap had opened in his head, and chaos, evil, fear and anger poured out.
His rationality is losing.
The legendary monster appeared without any warning. The terrifying force brought a powerful shock wave, and Griffith was blown to the ground like grass in the strong wind. Most of the nearby comrades were trapped.
Out of fear and madness, some of them fled in all directions, while others charged at the behemoth with spears, but the sharp spearheads pierced the behemoth's body and shattered instantly as if it had hit a city wall.
The terrifying giant beast swept over with its arms like city walls, and the chaotic infantry brigade immediately heard the sound of continuous bone cracking. All the soldiers who were hit flew into the sky in pieces and then fell to the ground in pieces. In Griffith
It sounded as dense as hail falling to the ground, and fear and nausea spewed out of his stomach.
A group of cavalry returned to the battlefield. They had just broken through the defense line and were preparing to besiege the enemy formation that was still holding on. They ran into the devastating attack of the legendary creature. Some of the cavalry screamed and fled, while others
It hit him due to inertia.
Screams and crackling sounds echoed in the air.
It's so... so scary... I must be dreaming!
My ribs are broken...it hurts...damn it hurts!
Griffith's whole body was trembling. The armor all over his body was of no use against Beamon's sweeping sweep, and his internal organs were shattered just by the wind pressure.
Griffith kept vomiting blood and scraped on the mud floor, trying his best to escape from the battlefield.
At this desperate moment, a brilliant golden light appeared in front of him.
"Geffy, hold on, I'm coming!" Krista ran towards Griffith with her smooth blond hair hanging down, still chanting healing magic.
The warm heat immediately enveloped Griffith's body, and he felt as safe and calm as if he were soaking in warm water. All he could see was Krista's bright face and brilliant blond hair.
Ah...is this a goddess?
"Snapped!"
A gust of wind blew past him, and the trainee nun who was in front of him a moment ago immediately disappeared.
"Krista!" Griffith heard Golona's familiar and horrified shout, and then he saw the broken limbs of the novice nun falling to the ground in pieces. The head had been separated from the body.
Rolled in front of Griffith, those big blue eyes were still looking at him.
Griffith's heart thumped, as if something important was shattered.
Beamon kicked at the cavalry who ran to support him, and the three or four cavalry who were unable to dodge immediately turned into a ball of torn apart meat.
"Die!" Golona nimbly dodged the blow and jumped up from his horse, following Beamon's arm toward the blind spot in its sight. As long as he took a few dozen steps forward, he could stab him.
Wear the one eye of the giant beast.
I want to divert this monster's attention... Griffith almost broke his teeth. He stood up with all his strength, grabbed a throwing gun and threw it at the giant beast.
"boom!"
The thrown spear smashed into pieces on the wall-like chest. The Behemoth raised its left hand and slapped it hard. Golona, who was sprinting on his right arm, turned into a puddle of flesh on the spot like a killed mosquito.
"Uh!!!" Griffith saw the heroic Golona being beaten to pieces and took a step back in horror. Fear had spread throughout his body. The trainee knight with a black line on his face took a few steps back and fell with a plop.
Sit on the ground.
Krista's head lay quietly next to his hand, and the beautiful light in her eyes had gone out.
"Ugh!" Griffith vomited, as if he wanted to vomit out his intestines and stomach and was unable to contain it.
No, it won't work...
How can this be something that humans can defeat...