As soon as Griffith finished speaking, he raised his gun and rushed towards a group of living corpses surrounding the defeated troops. The war horse raised its front hooves and stepped heavily on the corpses. The ice shield ran over the carrion, making crackling explosions.
Voice.
Before this solid frost shield is destroyed, it can provide a protective effect close to that of heavy armor, and will not bring additional load-bearing or restrictions. After the shield is destroyed, the broken ice will explode and sweep around, forming a large
AoE damage and impact.
After suffering losses in the battle at the port, Griffith has already thought about how to solve the transition period during the cooldown time and maximize the power of the ice shield. That is to maintain mobility, avoid falling into a continuous melee, and catch the enemy
The core launched an assault and immediately left.
Cavalry who lack experience and skills can easily launch a blind charge and exhaust the stamina of their horses in a short period of time. However, a rider like Griffith, who has excellent riding skills and can serve as a lancer, will not do this.
He kept looking for the group of living corpses approaching the broken troops, crushing them with the impact of ice shields and war horses. After breaking through the corpses, he immediately distanced himself, then slowed down to maintain power, and once again observed the battlefield to find the next impact target.
Although there are many living corpses, they have to bypass the fire and pull out a long formation in the wilderness. Griffith is like a sharp dagger constantly hitting the middle of their team, or launching an attack when they gather.
They break up.
Part of the fleeing troops rushed directly into the city under the leadership of Horus, seemingly to support the extraordinary ones in their battle.
The remaining people noticed that one person and one horse repeatedly charged towards the living corpses, and the terrifying tide of corpses was fragmented wherever they went. They watched as some people broke out of the encirclement under the cover of Griffith and ran towards the safety of the south.
Everyone shouted:
“Knight, save us!”
Griffith looked back and found that there were still several groups of people trapped in the zombie wave. They were originally a large group of people gathered together. When they saw the armored cavalry rushing towards them, they spontaneously resisted the attack of the living corpses for a while. Some of them were attacked by zombies.
When people were rescued, everyone started running for their lives, and the already chaotic front line suddenly collapsed again.
“Help!” Many broken soldiers shouted anxiously, trying to follow the soldiers who ran out. But in the blink of an eye, living corpses rushed over from two directions, blocking their way of escape.
Many people were thrown to the ground, and the remaining ones were holding on to the few weapons they had, watching eagerly as the armored cavalry broke out of the formation and let out heart-piercing screams.
“You guys keep moving forward!” Griffith said to the people around him, raised his hand and pointed towards the south, clamped his mount hard, turned around and rushed into the corpse group again single-handedly.
He raised his lance and poked at a group of living corpses. The horse galloped, the wind was fierce, the lance penetrated the head of a living corpse, and the huge impact caused it to hang on the head of the gun and roll in the pile of corpses. The momentum of the lance continued unabated.
, and then impaled the second living corpse.
Griffith tightened his grip on the rifle and swung it, turned around and stabbed the zombies rushing towards him from the side. This blow sent a violent tremor from the barrel of the gun, shattering several zombies into pieces, but the huge force counterattacked.
The spear also made a cry that was almost broken.
Griffith felt that his hands were going numb. The blow just now sunk into the flesh and bones, causing him to tremble. He could hardly hold the weapon in his hand. Before he could drop the lance, seven, seven, eight,
Eight monsters have jumped up and hung on his gun barrel one by one.
Bloodthorn, if you have the bloodthorn in your hand, you can wipe out these debris with just one sweep!
Griffith reluctantly threw away his lance, took out the sword from his waist and slashed at the living corpse. At the same time, he took the vanguard shield and swung it with its sharp and strong edge.
He finally dispersed the living corpses, rescued a group of defeated soldiers and retreated. He immediately heard another group of defeated soldiers shouting in the tide of corpses. The soldiers all screamed when they saw two groups of people escaping.
stand up.
“Knight, save us!”
"Wait!" Griffith shouted and rode his horse without stopping. While fighting, he looked for traces of Ophelia and Midianmaia. They were both friends and reliable comrades-in-arms, and they were rescuers.
The main goal, the next operation cannot be without their support.
However, he did not find these two people. Instead, more than a hundred broken soldiers gathered together, surrounded by hundreds of living corpses, forming a large encirclement.
The dark tide of corpses is pressing in from the north, east and south, and will soon form an airtight wall of corpses.
A living corpse jumped over and almost jumped into Griffith's face like a cockroach. Both he and the horse couldn't help but take half a step back and hacked the living corpse to death with a sword.
“Knight, save us!” The defeated soldiers in the encirclement saw the savior moving a little away from them, and their cries for help became more desperate.
Griffith gritted his teeth, put the sword back into its scabbard, raised his right hand, and an icy halberd immediately appeared in his hand.
Bloodthorn, if I had bloodthorn in my hand, how could I be blocked by these things!
Griffith raised his halberd and let out an earth-shattering roar:
——
“Won victory!”
With wild shouts, Griffith rushed towards the group of corpses. The frozen halberd was swung like a windmill, and countless sharp claws were grabbing at him from all directions.
Ice was flying everywhere. As soon as Griffith's halberd cracked and shattered among the broken bones, a long knife made of frost took shape in his hand.
Griffith raised his knife and slashed at the group of corpses, leaving a broken head. He then threw away the blunt ice knife and took an ice lance to fight.
He first overturned a group of living corpses and rescued a group of people. But in the blink of an eye, another group of broken soldiers shouted to him for help.
As the battle progressed, Griffith became somewhat confused about the direction.
In the rapid impact, only the shadow of the city wall that occasionally flashed through the gap in his helmet allowed him to identify the direction. Most of the time, he could only see the black mass of corpses and splashing ice, and snowflakes flashed alternately in front of his eyes.
From time to time, one or two strong living corpses could rush to him despite the splashing ice storm, and their whole bodies were covered with sharp ice fragments, and they pounced on him fiercely!
Griffith only felt that there were crazy and twisted undead creatures in all directions, and even a single sweep of his sword could cut off four or five rotting heads.
The frost runes were being consumed rapidly, and the shield of the Medal of the Eagle was also used up. The physical exertion began to bring about waves of dizziness, and sweat almost covered his eyes. The visor of the helmet was also covered with disgusting things.
, kept dripping down.
What's even more troublesome is that he doesn't know the current condition of the war horse under his crotch. Although the ice shield provides intermittent defense, the war horse is not armored. Ramping through such a dense group of corpses will definitely accumulate a lot of damage. Once the war horse cannot persist,
After falling down, Griffith was trapped in the tide of corpses.
Suddenly, his vision cleared, and the living corpses that were overwhelming just now disappeared.
Griffith took a closer look and found that he had unknowingly penetrated through the siege of thousands of living corpses and broke out from the other side.
That terrifying tide of corpses was rushed out of a gap, and severed limbs and intestines were scattered everywhere they went. The defeated soldiers who were surrounded should have escaped from the siege, or they had been trapped.
The living corpses are destroyed.
The melted ice flowed out a dark green stream among the corpses, with indescribable organs and tissues floating on it. Just looking at it made people sick.
After the zombies under the city wall were penetrated by this blow, they all rushed towards Griffith. In a blink of an eye, the dense living corpses filled the gap that had just been pierced, and rushed towards Griffith like a curved whip.
Here comes Fez.
Only a small half of the rune was left. Griffiths twisted his body, and every part of his body was sore and numb. The military horse under his crotch was also trembling, and he looked like he was about to fall down at any time.
He decisively turned his horse's head and galloped towards the south of the city.
Relying on the speed of the war horse, Griffith quickly got rid of the pursuit of the living corpses. Although he was not seriously injured, the endless enemies that covered the sky and killed him still made him feel fear and exhaustion from the bottom of his heart.
.
In this case, as long as there is a slight negligence or an accident, Griffith may be drowned in the tide of corpses, including people and horses.
At this moment, a powerful aura suddenly appeared. A golden storm streaked across the sky, opening a gap in the tide of corpses in front of Griffith.
The thick, smelly blood rain crackled against the ice shield and armor, and Amber's brilliant blond hair appeared in the storm.
She was followed by several Beyonders, attacking the living corpses that were intercepted.
“Amber save me!”
Griffith shouted.
The trainee huntress waved her hand: "Griffith, keep maneuvering and go directly to the south of the city. We will clean them up."
Griffith naturally did not dare to rein in his horse and continued to trot along the city wall.
The soldiers who were originally in chaos have begun to restore their organization. Midian Maier appeared in the crowd, using extraordinary momentum and charisma to organize them into multiple horizontal lines, and under the cover of archers, they alternately retreated southward.
.
Ophelia is shooting a torrential rain of arrows, constantly killing the strong and swift living zombies. The zombie tide, which is already insufficiently protected and lacks commanders and elite warriors, can no longer rush this organized team.
Ouch, I’m saved! Seeing so many familiar faces, Griffith felt relieved.
Just as he was about to take a breath, his body suddenly became light and the man and the horse flew out.
Griffith's hands were flying in the air, trying to grab something, but they were flying towards the ground like a cloud. He hurriedly adjusted his posture to avoid landing on his face, and then he hit the ground hard.
…
“His neck is fine.”
“It’s not his blood, don’t worry.”
In a hazy consciousness, Griffith raised his eyelids.
There was a vast expanse of white in front of him, and blurry figures were moving in front of his eyes. He could hear people's voices, and vaguely knew who was speaking, but he couldn't tell clearly.
He moved his fingers and found that his whole body was as heavy as cotton soaked in water. He raised his right hand with all his strength and saw a pair of arm armor that had been stained black with filth.
The scene in front of me gradually became clearer.
Griffith found himself lying on the shelf of a carriage. Outside the carriage, there were many gray-faced people lining up, silently waiting for something. The tired faces were full of the hope of surviving the disaster.
Fortunately.
"You are finally awake, Your Excellency Knight!" The novice monk Lansada knelt aside and looked at him, helping him sit up. "I thought you might need logistical support, so I brought some carriages and militia to join you.
Lord Amber is leading everyone to be vigilant."
Griffith found that his vision slowly increased, and he could clearly see his breastplate and legs. He looked around in a daze, as if his vision was separated from his body, which was unreal.
"According to the opinions of the military committee, everyone must be cleaned before entering the town. We have arrived at the south bank of the Raven River and are temporarily out of danger. We are ready to rest by the river before heading to the center of the town." Lansada continued,
He waved to the side, and immediately two men wearing thick gloves came over to help Griffith take off his armor.
Lanzada did a good job in organizing transportation and cleaning work. He is a person who can fill in the gaps and has independent thinking and creative thinking. He will introduce it to Sonia and see what Count Lamore said about the new army's impact on the clergy.
Is there any need?
Griffith was thinking about something. Suddenly, a bucket of cold water was poured towards him with a "hurrah" sound.
Griffith almost choked to death on a mouthful of water. Before he could recover his breath, a second bucket of water poured over his face.
"Hey! How about your politeness and prudence towards the knight?" Lanzada asked loudly. The two militiamen responsible for cleaning Griffith hurriedly nodded and bent down to lift the would-be knight who was about to choke to death, and carefully cleaned him.
All defeated troops and refugees were gathered to the River Raven, where they were purged.
"Miss Amber said that some ordinary people who were bitten or scratched mutated into living corpses. After my inspection, I found no such cases. I speculate that the severe infection and the mutation of the injured should be caused by someone from the Death Knight.
It is caused by a special ability. For this reason, I suggest that the injured be isolated alone first." Lanzada reported his findings.
Griffith nodded. He looked around and found that the militiamen in the lower city had cleared a temporary camp by the river, arranged a guard, and cleaned and disinfected the retreating Beyonders and city defense troops.
It is best to have someone to consider such specific matters. He will then prepare the next battle plan and must save his energy.
Griffith's mount was also lucky to survive. When it was retreating, it tripped over a corpse, threw its owner out, and threw itself to the ground. After the fight just now, the war horse, like its rider, was already
It was extremely filthy and was being carefully cleaned and healed by a group of militiamen.
Griffith told Lanzada not to worry about him and just go and deal with the work of the temporary camp. He changed into casual clothes and wandered around. The people in the temporary camp by the river were busy with what they were doing, but they saw him walking by
However, no one did not greet him loudly and looked at him with great gratitude and respect in their eyes.
Although those he washed away were just ordinary living corpses that were rotting and dirty, and those who were saved were only a few hundred city defense troops, militiamen and a small number of low-level extraordinary people, the official would not necessarily give a high evaluation when assessing military achievements.
, this gratitude is genuine.
Griffith smiled and returned the greetings to everyone, feeling very fulfilled and satisfied in his heart. The action of attacking the corpse tide under the city wall to save his comrades and defeated soldiers was an action from the heart. If he sat indifferently and watched them being slaughtered, his faith and reason would be
It is estimated that they will all collapse. In such a critical situation, if as many people as possible survive, this is the best reward.
Ophelia and Midianmaia have also finished cleaning and are looking at Griffith not far away.
As soon as they saw that the situation was not good, they gathered a small group of people to retreat towards the city wall and moved south from there. After Griffith launched the attack, their pressure was relieved and they easily broke out of the encirclement. They waited until they reunited with Amber
After that, they cleverly attacked the flanks of the zombie tide, killed a large group of living zombies, and then retreated under cover of the entire team.
There weren’t even scratches on Ophelia’s beautiful leather armor, but the blood and tears flowing from her left eye looked so scary that even Amber was shocked when they first met.
Mediamaea was equipped with heavy armor and a heavy shield. He was only slightly injured in the battle, but his physical strength was huge. He begged two large pieces of bread from the logistics soldiers and ate them with dried meat and vegetables.
Ophelia stared at the figure of the would-be knight with her sparkling eyes, and whispered to her companions:
“We have to thank him properly. Could you have done the attack just now?”
Midianmaiya nodded seriously. He chewed the dried meat and tore into the bread while muttering:
"I can't do it. I can't defeat the zombie wave, and I can't last as long as he does. The holy weapon he controls is very powerful. It can achieve long-term continuous defense against attacks of a certain power. The only way is to break through his ice armor shield.
You can only damage the armor and body later."
“Isn’t that better than you!?” Ophelia raised her eyebrows.
"That's not what you said," Midian Maier shook his head and said, "I am good at fighting large monsters with high single damage, but the dense attacks of living zombies make it difficult for me to defend against them. What's more, I don't have the ability to disperse them.
It's easy to be surrounded. Griffith's situation is just the opposite. As long as he maintains the effect of the frost spell, he can penetrate the dense defense line of small creatures."
Ophelia looked thoughtfully at the would-be knight walking around, her charming eyes and deep gaze seemed to be able to see through his soul. She clasped her hands on her chest and leaned on the carriage nearby and said
:
“I understand that heavy infantry or mutated beasts can withstand the splash when the ice armor shatters, and they can bring difficult-to-defend weapons such as two-handed axes or armor-piercing spears. If they have a numerical advantage, they will pose a threat to him!”
Meathenmaea swallowed the bread:
“Don’t underestimate him. Griffith’s abilities just displayed in front of everyone are already so extraordinary. He must have even more powerful trump cards.”
“I know, I know!” Ophelia shook her fist and said, “Who hasn’t had an adventure yet?”