Today is March 30, 1444 in the Second Era, the first day Griffith arrived in Raven.
According to the order of the former enemy committee composed of extraordinary beings, Revan instituted martial law throughout the city, and all residents immediately returned home or went to designated locations.
At dusk, the extraordinary and extraordinary people from Beyelan had already gone to their respective locations. They were scattered at important strongholds, relying on the assembled army to control a large area with the Mage Tower and Raven City Hall as the core.
However, in order not to distract the mobile forces at hand, only a few sentries were sent to patrol the large lower city area, the farms and cemeteries in the western suburbs.
After dinner, Griffith came to the mage tower. The local officials and the mage apprentice Miss Leila had prepared war horses and some weapons for him.
This is a strong black oriental war horse. It is naturally incomparable to the horses of Hepu and the war horses used by Beyeland to attack veterans, but it is still up to the standards of war horses. It can be used without charging and controlling the load.
Carrying a cuirass-clad cavalryman over long distances.
"Pretty good." Griffith stroked the horse's back and neck with satisfaction. He was a lancer, and even in the cavalry unit, it was a position only reserved for those with the most superb riding and spear skills. Sonia praised him many times for riding.
However, after returning to the rear, he could only train at the horse farms of Bayerland and Homonworth, and had very few combat opportunities on horseback.
Whenever he rides on such a tame, strong, agile and beautiful animal, he feels particularly safe, as if he is reunited with an old friend.
The petite Leila handed him a few carrots.
"Thank you, Miss Layla," Griffith nodded to the mage apprentice with satisfaction and began to feed his war horse, "How much do you know about the lower city?"
"It's very chaotic and there are a lot of people," Leila replied. "When I went to the market there to buy things, I heard some uneasy rumors among the neighbors, saying that there was a mysterious noise underground, like hundreds of moles digging holes together.
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“Recently?”
“It was there a month ago. Officials conducted an investigation, but nothing was found. The sewers there are very old and complicated, and no one wants to go deep.”
What's terrible, an unknown intelligence and threat, the thing that the temporarily appointed person in charge feared most has appeared...
Griffith almost went black. He had no idea about the sewers. After all, Raven's defense still had huge loopholes. If the Deathrattle Order was planning something in the dark sewers, the Former Enemy Council would be almost unable to stop it.
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Even with Extraordinaries, a well-trained Extraordinary team and a large number of city defense troops, these forces are still not enough to control the entire city. They can keep an eye on the most important upper city, but what about the lower city where a large number of civilians live?
Woolen cloth?
Even if the most powerful supreme wizards and great demigods in the world came in person, they would not be able to have so many familiars and magic powers to dig into the sewers and alleys to dig out all the bad guys.
To eliminate the cult group hiding in the shadows, it is necessary to investigate house by house, cut off their access and access to supplies, and report suspicious persons and signs at any time. Only in this way can the danger be nipped in the bud.
This requires the mobilization of grassroots militias without official establishment, the need for all landlords, hotels and shops to verify the identity of customers, the need for dedicated police officers to go deep into the slums, the need for vigilant housewives and children playing on the roadside...
In a word, this requires all citizens living in Raven.
Griffith pressed his forehead. This was beyond his cognition. He had never seen or heard of such a large-scale operation.
He could only take a three-meter lance and run to the lower city with a heavy heart to see the situation there first.
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The sky is getting dark. Griffith is walking on the deserted streets and bridges. Martial law has been promulgated and the city has begun to implement a curfew.
There were still some people hurriedly passing by, either in a hurry to go home or busy preparing food. Griffith had no intention of caring about them. He ran quickly in the evening wind, passing through the beautiful streets and city walls, and soon
Just take the outline of the low downtown into your eyes.
The River Raven, which flows from east to west, divides the city into two parts, the north and the south. The lower lower city has no city walls and shows a black and yellow outline at dusk, which makes people feel depressed when looking at it.
Bats and blackbirds flew through the night sky, wandering among the spiers and chimneys. There were many pedestrians in a hurry, carrying large and small bags on their backs, rushing towards their homes. The dark red cobblestone road stretched towards the darkness, like
It's the tongue stuck out by the giant beast.
The low and distant bells sounded in the evening wind, as if announcing an unknown prophecy.
Griffith's poor inspiration was touched. In the dim light and deep shadows, he seemed to see thorny tentacles writhing on the walls and ground, and dim psychic lines spreading everywhere.
Griffiths felt a palpitation in his heart. He stood on the stone arch bridge across the Raven River. Not far along the road under the bridge was a square where the lower town's administrative hall was located.
However, he did not move.
The cult group has obviously launched some arrangements in the lower city. Griffith doesn't know what it is, but he is sure there must be something. Why didn't the local area report such obvious signs? If the local area hadn't been infiltrated by the cult group, then this would be it.
The inspiring vision had only just appeared.
"Erza? Mage Tower, do you hear that?" Griffith hurriedly contacted the rear through the echo crystal. However, the psychic echo, which had always been clear in communication, became noisy and unusable just like the Verona incident.
The Deathrattle Order has taken action! As soon as the paranormal commandos arrived, the Order took action, and the unreliable psychic echo was cut off again.
Turn around and run away? First retreat back to find Erza for help. But if you retreat this time, you won't be able to control the situation in the lower city.
Griffith immediately began to hesitate. The danger was obvious, and a temporary retreat was undoubtedly the safest plan. But without the leadership of the Extraordinary in the Lower City, the situation was deteriorating rapidly and could get out of control at any time, followed by countless
casualties.
He put his hand into his collar and held Galadia's mithril pendant tightly.
It is not possible to be foolproof at all times. It was the same when I fought against the goblins, and it is the same this time. If I retreat, the lower city may be doomed. However, if this is a trap, I will jump in directly without any reinforcements.
At this moment, bursts of shrill screams and calls for help came from the distant streets. In the silent dusk, the sounds were particularly terrifying. Then, ferocious and crazy figures appeared from the darkness and sewers, like crazy figures.
Like a pack of wolves, they pounced on the crowds on the road.
Trap, this is an obvious trap! This group of cultists knew I was coming.
Griffith screamed in his heart, the cult group knew that after martial law was activated, they would no longer hide, and used unknown means to block the psychic echo; they even started to attack citizens right in front of their eyes, making it clear that they would appear at the intersection.
The armored knight could not turn back.
At this time, an extraordinary person appeared on the dim road. He was alone, wielding a silver battle staff, sprinting left and right in the crowd, knocking down the living corpses that rushed towards him.
Some militiamen followed him to resist.
However, this lone Extraordinary person does not seem to be powerful, and his militia is no more than that. The madness coming from the darkness is obviously better. They have been planning for a long time and are ready to go. A black and gray living corpse
Then one after another emerged from the sewer, attacking and killing people everywhere.
A huge, shambling shadow surged through the alley. A giant monster stitched together from a corpse appeared.
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The streets and squares suddenly turned into slaughterhouses.
Terror is spreading and chaos has become unstoppable. Citizens are screaming and fleeing.
Griffith grabbed the pendant, kissed it gently, and carefully stuffed it back into his collar.
He raised his lance forward, the cold light swirled around him, and the bloody breath steamed up toward the sky.
The fierce momentum and killing intent spread, and even the living corpses in the killing and the citizens who resisted desperately turned their heads subconsciously.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the armored knight on the stone bridge. The black war horse suddenly stood up, and almost substantial blood appeared under its ribs like wings. The war horse neighed like a dragon's roar, turning the chaotic
Darkness pierces.
The knight on the war horse pointed his lance directly at the sky and let out a wild shout that shook the earth:
“In the name of Galadia,
“Attack——!”
Griffith rode his horse and held a gun, rushing down the bridge like lightning.
The living corpses that were attacking the citizens all changed directions at once, dropped the prey on their lips and rushed towards the armored cavalry.
Griffith leveled his lance, walked on the cobblestone road, and rushed towards the center of the living corpses that were surrounding him from all sides.
The heavy horse hooves roared, and his body, armor and lance trembled. Ice blue light and air masses flickered.
The two sides were getting closer and closer. Griffith could already clearly see the rotting face and gray eyeballs of the snarling zombies. His spear was pointed directly at the huge stitched corpse monster deep in the corpse tide.
“Bang!”
The armored cavalry and the zombie tide collided violently.
The lance accurately penetrated the throat of one zombie, passed through the back of its head and penetrated the throat of the second zombie, tearing them apart together.
Several living corpses were hit by the heavy war horses and were broken into pieces and flew out. The monsters that followed were stacked on top of each other, stepping on each other's shoulders, pressing down like a tide.
They then hit the ice shield and flew out with a loud noise and sharp ice fragments all over the sky.
The icy air waves and ice spread in a circular shape, knocking down the dense living corpses in pieces. The tide of corpses that crowded in front of Griffith was completely wiped out.
“Hungry—roar!”
The huge suture monster held up its axe, hatchet and chain weapon, and let out a terrifying roar at the armored knight with its broken throat. The living corpses hidden in the lower city seemed to have received the order to fight, gathering from all directions like a stream flowing into the sea.
come over.
“Knight, it is the leader of the undead!” The monks in the battle shouted to Griffith, pointing their staff at the terrifying Stitch Monster.
As soon as he finished speaking, a shadow flashed before his eyes.
An ice spear tore through the air and penetrated the Stitch Monster's neck, knocking it back two steps. This powerful monster had a strong vitality, and it still did not fall down despite the blow that almost broke its neck.
A terrifying breath of terror suddenly filled the air. Behind the charging Griffith, a huge mountain monster phantom appeared and roared. He raised his lance and stabbed the Stitch Monster's neck wrapped in thick carrion with lightning precision.
A blow.
This blow sent out a roar that tore through the air, causing the situation to change. Immediately afterwards, a thunderous roar was heard throughout the Lower City.
The citizens who were fleeing were stunned. They stopped fleeing one after another. Even the frightened residents poked their heads out from behind the windows and from the attics, carefully looking at the situation in the square.
Among the densely packed living corpses, the terrifying and terrifying giant monster stood there as if it was petrified. The boiling square fell silent for a moment. After a moment, the huge monster shook its body and fell to its knees with a roar.
On the ground.
The knight on the black horse raised his lance high and led the mount in a small circle with graceful steps like a champion in the arena. He did not charge, but stepped into the pool in the square. Amidst the splashing and kicking sounds,
Raise the lance high.
The head of the terrifying Stitched Corpse Monster was hanging on the tip of the spear.
The monk who was still shouting just now was stunned. The citizens, militiamen and living corpses around him were all frozen and lost the ability to speak and move for a while.
The armored cavalryman raised the lance with his head high, pulled the horse to raise its front hooves, and shouted like a thunder to the horrified audience: