Although the elven defenders are elite, they have an unsolvable problem, that is, their number is limited.
After witnessing the powerful zombie tide, they may be wary of the undead army attacking the outpost in the valley to the north. But whether they have the determination and strength to reinforce other attacked strongholds is another matter.
A small number of troops can easily be ambushed and surrounded, and a large number of troops will weaken the defense of the fortress. However, Silver Moon Fortress cannot afford to lose anything.
Although the small outpost does not have many troops, the terrain is steep and it is not easy to fall. Generally speaking, as long as it can hold on until the Canaan army arrives, crushing these undead creatures is just a matter of wave of hands.
Griffith openly displayed his corpse tide, and then quietly turned around in the forest with only part of his troops. His goal was simple, as long as he broke through a checkpoint, he and Galadia could be safe without being discovered.
It was enough to cross the ridge and enter the wilderness. It was not his purpose to have a head-on fight with the elves.
The main attack on Silver Moon Fortress was just a diversion and a feint attack. Griffith had no illusions that a large number of undead creatures resurrected with Sequence 7 extraordinary characteristic crystals could break through the fortress garrisoned by extraordinary beings and extraordinary beings.
The real target he chose to attack was called Yew Outpost, a small stronghold garrisoned by only a dozen elves and a squadron of half-elves. There could not be extraordinary people in the stronghold, and the daily tasks of the few elves were mainly to stop stowaways and
Early warning, forming a continuous defense line covering the mountains with Silver Moon Fortress, intercepting and killing a small number of monsters. It is not prepared for large-scale battles at all.
Their position is built on a three-level platform in the middle of the mountain. Each level is guarded by solid and thick walls and gates. The amazingly powerful crossbows have also been prepared with magic-enhanced crossbow arrows, which can fight against Behemoth and the evil dragon.
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However, these equipment are not suitable for fighting living zombies.
Griffith rushed towards the gate with the remaining part of his army. The self-destructing ball launched a round of impact and immediately breached the gate.
After being attacked, the garrison at the outpost immediately began to fight back. A capable elf warrior held two knives and rushed forward to block the broken door. His double knives were extremely sharp, and a living corpse would be killed by at least two blows.
It was completely shattered, and his companions also attached a powerful shield to him. As long as the shield was not broken, he could continue to fight.
However, Griffith's self-destructing ball did not hit him, but rushed into the nearby wall.
"boom!"
After a loud noise, the solid first layer of the wall collapsed. Living corpses poured in from all directions, and the elf warriors' persistence instantly became meaningless.
Wizards stood out from the guards who had reacted. They chanted magic spells and immediately erected an invisible storm barrier in front of the zombie tide to keep the living corpses out.
These continuous magic storms blocked the space, and even the self-destructing balls could not be blown through. Some living corpses were blocked in the stand and were immediately surrounded and killed by shooters.
The zombies whose attack was thwarted immediately retreated, avoiding the arrows in the forest.
The guards followed the principle of caution and did not pursue. They already knew the news that Silver Moon Fortress was under attack and did not dare to underestimate the enemy.
However, within a minute, the living corpses came up again. The elves hurriedly fought again. With the first experience, they built a barrier, easily slaughtered the living corpses blocked in the stand and wall, and defeated them again.
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Repeatedly, although the elves were able to repel the attack of the zombie tide every time and surrounded and killed the trapped living corpses, they could not inflict heavy damage to the undead creatures in this small space. On the contrary, they were inflicted in rounds.
After casting the spell, the mental power of the few casters also tended to be exhausted. Soon, their mental power began to dry up, and even magic potions could not make up for the consumption.
"This won't work, our mental energy will be exhausted," the wizard in charge of the defense said with a solemn expression, "We must hit them hard at once, otherwise we will run out of energy before reinforcements arrive, and then we will be unable to stop them.
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Not many companions responded to his suggestion, and the half-elves didn't even have a say. Before they could reach a conclusion, a new wave of corpses rushed up. This time, the elf wizard simply gave up using magic barriers.
Blocking, thinking that if you don’t listen to me, let’s see who is the core.
Sure enough, without the barrier of the magic position, the walls and fortifications alone could not stop the impact of the self-destructing ball, and the second line of defense was soon lost.
At this time, the elves in the Yew Outpost decided to unite tightly around the core of the spell caster. They first used a round of skilled defense to stabilize the position. Although there were only a few dozen people, under the leadership of the powerful Elf Extraordinary, the outpost
The troops defeated the living zombies in the blink of an eye. Then all the rangers and knights and half-elf soldiers swarmed up and began to chase the retreating living zombies.
This time, the undead creatures could not retreat as safely as before. Under precise shooting, they exploded into black fragments one after another, or turned into mud-like blood. Seven or eight of them were eliminated by the pursuing troops before they could retreat into the woods.
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At this moment, there was a tooth-itching rustling sound in the sky, and a group of flying monsters that had never been seen before flapped their wings and swooped down like dark clouds.
The monsters look like dead dragon eagles, but they have long lost their noble, elegant temperament and beauty. Their rotten bodies and sharp claws are their most distinctive features.
They folded their huge membrane wings and whizzed down from mid-air, emitting a sharp and unbearable piercing flute sound.
An archer immediately fired into the air. His superb shooting skills and powerful explosive power almost connected the arrows into a shining silver whip, and the undead-headed dragon eagles that were swept exploded in the air one by one. He was about to sigh at these monsters
When it looked scary but not resistant to beating, the companions around him were already shouting in terror.
An undead dragon eagle cut through the blind corner of his sight, and a chaotic and shrill roar filled his ears. The elf archer did not realize that death was approaching. The sharp bone blade cut through his neck quickly, and the headless corpse was not even conscious.
until it has ended.
Griffith deployed all the undead dragon eagles to besiege the elves who left the cover of the fortifications. Even though they were all extraordinary people with extraordinary skills, they were not strong enough to ignore the siege. Several backbones were killed during the siege.
After the killing, the remaining Elf Extraordinary people completely lost their fighting spirit and fled one after another.
The scene was in chaos. The half-elf soldiers could not hear the officer's command amidst the roaring, and they did not know which direction to attack. Even the elves stationed at the outpost began to fall into chaos, not knowing whether to block the fortifications.
It would be better to let his own people in, watching helplessly as the undead dragon eagle and living corpse chased the fleeing elves and followed them into the fortification.
The magic tower disintegrated under the roaring bone blades and sharp claws.
Living corpses rushed through doors, windows and gaps, driving out the elves hiding inside.
After several tribesmen died, the last survivors abandoned their armor and hid in the last fortress, not daring to show their faces.
all the best!
Griffith glanced at the chaotic outpost. He was no longer a weak trainee knight. In adventures and conspiracies one after another, his little chess piece had gained its own power.
A kind of pride that traveled across the world and across the sea arose spontaneously. The elven Beyonders and the regular army scurried away amidst the roar of the undead dragon eagles, and the fortress and arrow tower collapsed under the sharp claws of the living corpses.
"The secrets of the legendary war knights are unfolding in front of me, and even the clues of the rare inherent realm have been caught by me. The light-based judgment, and the bone ring that drives the power of frost, blood and the dead are all under my control
.Those beings who have been secretly plotting against me should carefully consider whether their lackeys have the power to oppose me.
"Soon, when I capture this outpost, I can take Galadia far away!"
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Galadia looked at him silently. Her resolute eyes were filled with strong fighting spirit. This high-spirited enthusiasm and solid sense of security were really reassuring. But everywhere she looked, there were terrifying monsters, with flesh and blood flying everywhere.
Tribe, she is still a little scared.
Griffith is becoming more and more like a death knight. It's quite enjoyable to see the expression on his face about summoning undead creatures. Although he is fighting for me, I'm still a little scared.
He is destined to be born for war, and his fate is intertwined with mine. What kind of future lies ahead?
Why did my life become like this? I thought that meeting him was just an unforgettable and happy part of a long life. He would accompany me as a guardian knight through the wonderful years, adventures, travels and small quarrels. I
All I want is these ordinary and trivial things.
Why did it become like this? All this looks like part of a conspiracy. What happened to dad, the tribe, and Sidious, the bastard, and what are those dangerous beings expecting?
The situation of the battle became increasingly clear, and the elves in the outpost were unable to even fight back. With nothing to do, Galadia began to think wildly.
If we escape from here, we will spend several days together before fleeing to Arran. We will camp in forests and caves. If, I mean if, if, if, he does what is in the book
,should I refuse...
A man and a woman alone, fleeing in danger, hiding in a cave under a waterfall, and so on, ah——! I am not an adult yet, I should refuse! I must refuse~ Unless the atmosphere is particularly good.
Galadia covered her face and started thinking wildly. Every thought was so shameful that she couldn't help but connect some indescribable plots in the book with the upcoming journey.
"No!" she shouted, stroking her long hair.
"What's not allowed?" Griffith, who was proudly directing the undead creatures to storm the outpost's defenses, turned around and asked doubtfully, "We can't cross the mountain pass without defeating them."
"Nothing, nothing~" Galadia shook her head hurriedly.
Griffith did not take this episode to heart:
"My undead dragon eagle has suppressed the elves' defense and is driving them into a small building.
"At the same time, self-destructing balls and zombies will penetrate their defenses, clear a passage and destroy their structures, until all the elves are routed and take refuge in the last fortress.
"Let's go, hurry up, we can take the opportunity to pass through here without being discovered. If your tribe wants to rush out to obstruct us or finds our traces, we can only kill them."
Galadia nodded:
"I understand. But, Griffith, are you sure these undead creatures can defeat my people?"
"Hoho, you don't understand this," Griffith said with a smile, "I have long discovered that your people are good at long-range attacks and their lethality is amazing. But their physique is not strong, and their nerves are not tough. They are constantly
Under attack, once you get close, you will be in danger and may even lose order.
"The mages dare not appear in front of the zombie tide, and the archers are suppressed by the dragon eagles in the sky. I just need to let these ugly creatures push over and demolish all the defensive buildings.
"My dragon eagle is already riding on their faces, how could they lose!"
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The remaining Elf Turtles retreated into the last fortress, not to mention counterattack, but they didn't even have the courage to take a look at the monsters raging outside. They looked at the teleportation circle eagerly, expecting that one or two reinforcements would come out to save them.
They frantically contacted all friendly forces they could contact, begging them to come and support them quickly.
Finally, violent spiritual energy fluctuations appeared in the air. A supporting army responded to their prayers. Free electric charges gathered and roared in the air, and a lightless crack opened in the space. Immediately afterwards, a bright light bloomed in the darkness.
, a majestic figure walked out proudly from the crack in space.
Stannis Paulus appeared in the light of the teleportation circle.
His expression was solemn and noble, as if he could remain unmoved in the face of giant beasts. His eyes shone with wisdom and determination. As long as they caught his gaze, the elves would immediately take courage.
"Don't be afraid, compatriots, I'm coming!" the Elf General shouted, "Gather around me!"
The brilliance of the magic circle behind him was not dim, and several secret peepers and wizards walked out of the teleportation circle one after another and stood beside him. The frightened outpost guard elves all raised their heads excitedly and spoke with
A joyful and enthusiastic voice shouted:
"Look, it's the Shield of Canaan!"
"It's Lord Stannis, the Star Knight. He will regroup his troops and lead us to launch a counterattack!"