The melodious and ethereal singing goes straight into the mind, leading the listener's thoughts to mysterious fantasies. The singing even passes through the walls of Homemonworth, caressing the soul that is restless because of the war.
Griffith was deeply immersed in the singing, and even had an uncontrollable desire to jump off the cliff to pursue Alandel's beautiful singing voice, and even possess her.
He subconsciously fumbled with his collar, trying to take a breather from the suffocating temptation. He touched the mithril pendant between the collar and was suddenly awakened. He couldn't help but retract his divergent thoughts and looked around, feeling a little dazed for a moment.
There was no one else on the cliff at night, and the girl's clothes were scattered on the rocks. It looked like a scene in which a bloody butcher murdered the girl and pushed her off the cliff.
Not to mention, charming girls came to visit from far away, and a man and a woman walked alone on the cliffside at night, and only one came back...
this……
Alandel must have made arrangements to go back a long time ago, but it would be hard to explain the dark and windy scene if someone caught it. Griffith quickly picked up the dress and wrapped it into a ball in his hand.
, and stuffed a stone into it, tied it with a ribbon, and threw it in the direction where the singing went away.
Okay, no traces will be left this time. He clapped his hands and turned to leave, when a gust of elegant fragrance blew in his face.
Galadia appears!
Her steps were fast and light, she didn't know where she got the news, and she suddenly appeared on the edge of the cliff. She tilted her head and looked at Griffith, then looked around, and even stood on tiptoes to see his face.
Is there someone hiding behind the shoulder? When she found no one, she was confused:
"Griffith, where is your guest?"
Before the knight could answer, there was a faint "plop" sound of heavy objects falling into the water and a soft scream in the darkness.
"Below the cliff," Griffith walked over with arms spread out, "she jumped by herself."
"That girl jumped off the cliff!?" Galadia exclaimed.
Before Griffith could finish his words, he saw strange lights flashing in Miss Elf's eyes, and he hurriedly spoke as fast as he could:
"She is not a human being. Stop your fantasy. This is not a love affair that comes to your doorstep. The lady under the cliff is a mermaid, a mysterious race from Neopolis. To her, jumping off the cliff is like visiting her.
"
"So, what does the mysterious mermaid want to do with you~"
"Of course," Griffith thought for a moment, "well, it's a long story. She gave me a lance."
Galadia folded her arms and looked at the sea under the cliff with confusion. Her extraordinary eyesight quickly found the swaying shadows and fish tails in the waves. She was a little frightened at first, and then discovered something more important.
"She has no clothes on!"
"Maybe I think it will hinder swimming," Griffith couldn't help but want to cover his face, but his strong will stopped him, "Well, in this way, you ask and I will answer. If you have any strange ideas, anyway,
It’s all a misunderstanding.”
Galadia took one last look at the graceful figure that gradually disappeared from her field of vision, and said with a serious face: "Then I have to ask~"
I have to ask! The elf gritted his teeth and shouted in his heart.
Hey, what are you asking about? Do you care about whether he is having an affair with another girl? This really doesn’t look like a real wife at all, ah, what a girlfriend! But if you don’t ask anything, I feel unwilling to do anything.
If he really has an unforgettable ex-girlfriend or something, and one day he suddenly pops up in front of me and says, "It was obviously me first" or "I was the one who took away Griffith's first kiss," then what should I do?
Woolen cloth?!
I don't know what to do at all! Galadia was so anxious that she almost rubbed her head.
Sure enough, there are still blind spots in my knowledge. The romance novels given by Fiona are indeed too shallow and cannot deal with the real problems of the palace, ah, girlfriend. During the time when Griffith is away, I need to buy
Let’s study some new books...
Galadia's face turned red and she wanted to ask something, but she felt unable to say anything and her chest was extremely tight.
Griffith held her hand and walked back, saying expectantly: "I didn't expect to be able to play a newlywed couple's question-and-answer game with you so soon."
Miss Elf, who was brewing a problem, was choked and almost couldn't catch her breath. She touched her heart and didn't know how to answer the question for a moment. She punched Griffith's arm bitterly: "We are going to go to war soon.
Well, don’t you have anything better to say?”
Yes, he should be setting off in the next two days... Griffith held the elf's hand tightly: "I've already started to miss you."
"real?"
"real."
Galadia let out a soft "hmm" and her pointed ears twitched. She gently stroked the ends of her hanging hair and leaned on the would-be knight's arm: "Someone might see her here."
Griffith turned around and hugged the elf's slim body tightly under the moonlight: "I will write you a letter every day and send it out when I get to a safe camp where I can send letters."
Galadia struggled twice and found that she couldn't push him away, so she curled up deeply in his arms.
"You have to do what you say. If you can't do it, I'll think you've changed your mind."
…
At ten o'clock in the evening, Griffith once again found the deserted hidden staircase and walked up. His cabin had not been decorated yet, and there were many things going on these days, so he had no time to hide there.
Soon, he was enveloped by a mysterious psychic aura and appeared in Mr. Hermit's party hall.
Miss Fengxiang was the first to arrive. She leaned deeply in the stone chair, raised her head and stared at the starry sky above the hall, thinking alone. Even in such a quiet state, her temperament was flowing with unconcealable publicity and enthusiasm.
Warm, like a bright flame, it also attracts attention.
Miss Fengxiang noticed Griffith's arrival, raised her hand and waved lightly with two fingers, with a proud and graceful posture like a queen.
"Death Knight, have you ever lost your memory?"
"It has been," Griffith replied, "chaotic, unsettling, disturbing, and, infuriating."
"In short, it means losing your sense of security," said the holder of the Lord of the Rings Brynhildr. "The uneasiness of not knowing what else you have lost and the worry of losing control of the situation will fundamentally change you. After all,
You can't even tell when you're going to find something and lose it."
Indeed. Griffith nodded and came to his seat.
Soon, other participants arrived one after another. With the permission of Mr. Hermit, the arbitrator announced the start of the meeting, and everyone present could make demands and exchanges.
The Arbiter herself, Miss Magician, and the Blood Warrior all had intentions. Just as they were about to speak, Miss Fengxiang tapped the seat twice, and everyone immediately fell silent, waiting for her to speak.
"Mr. Hermit, I would like to seek your knowledge," said the heroic young woman, "how to hide oneself in front of demigods or gods?"
How to hide oneself? Stealth? Griffith thought for a while and felt that he had no say in this matter. Extraordinary people of the assassin path must be good at this, and if he wanted to hide himself, there was only one way to kill the enemies along the way.
All the military spies were raised.
However, it is not so easy when facing demigods or even gods.
Mr. Hermit had no reservations and said to everyone present: "Complete concealment does not exist. The ability of ordinary people to collect information comes from the five senses. The perception possessed by extraordinary people is the sixth sense, and effective sixth sense detection
, and even the more mysterious seventh sense above that relies on spiritual energy.
"There are three more effective methods of countermeasures and countermeasures surrounding psychic energy.
"One is the disruption of information. Excessive psychic signals create blind spots in perception. Even the divination and prophecy of demigods will get out of control in the tide of chaos. The gods may be able to find clues, but they cannot come.
How long it takes to get to this world depends on the situation; however, a large amount of psychic interference is like thunderclouds on the horizon. Once the interference is activated, observers will be warned;
"The second is the shielding of information. It is more covert than disruption. It uses specific shielding methods to block psychic detection. Mastering the shielding ability is very demanding, and the very few who can do this are very difficult to obtain.
"Third, suppress yourself."
Suppressing himself? Griffith immediately became confused.
The hermit continued: "In the face of powerful existences, disruption and shielding are both direct and active confrontation strategies. If one party has richer knowledge and stronger energy, it can hide or pierce the other party's hiding.
"However, negative measures are also an option. If you don't want to be noticed by demigods and attract risks, then suppress your spiritual power and knowledge to a certain level. The high level of suppression varies from person to person and from time to time.
, the key is to prove to observers that there is no danger to oneself, and that one is no different from the disturbing sentient beings. If there is no threat, then one will not attract attention.
"Miss Fengxiang, please note that it is very difficult to hide oneself on a chessboard. If you do it reluctantly, you will lose the meaning of existence. If you are looking for a way to hide yourself, then I have an additional suggestion for you.
,
"Clean up."
When Mr. Hermit spoke his last words, Griffith found that he seemed to be looking in the direction of Mr. Brave, who did not belong to this era.
Miss Fengxiang smiled and said: "Can cleaning up be understood as killing the minions of the enemy's demigods and gods in the world in advance?"
Huh? I'm familiar with this. Isn't it the way our cavalry troops think about driving away enemy scouts? Griffith couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.
Mr. Hermit nodded and expressed his approval.
"Thank you for your generosity and wisdom," Miss Fengxiang stood up and thanked you. "I will capture the prey you need as soon as possible as a reward."
Mr. Hermit nodded slightly and did not urge him.
After everyone entered into the free discussion, Brunave asked another question and asked for help:
"My chief came and ordered me to bring the warriors to join the army. However, the wedding between me and the priestess will still be a few years away, and I can't bear to have my tribe and supplies damaged in the war. If I don't join the army, it will be a violation of the law.
Many warriors in the tribe did not agree to my promise. Dear wise friends, can you give me some advice?"
"This is simple," the arbitrator said, "I have a way."
Everyone present sat upright and listened to the arbitrator's speech with great interest.
"Blood Warrior, it's so irrational for you to propose to Miss Shadow Priest just after you ascended to the position of clan leader. Although we don't know her identity in your country, it's impossible for the spies on the scene not to know. Your hasty proposal is a
Signal, if Miss Priest has no background, everyone will think it means she is a reckless man with no ambitions, addicted to beauty, and sooner or later he will look for another wife..."
The arbiter paused for a moment. He saw Aslante kneading out a ball of shadow energy of unknown composition and staring at the Blood Warrior eagerly. The Stargazer and Miss Magician who were sitting near the Blood Warrior moved to both sides.
move.
"Of course, this is impossible!" the arbiter said hurriedly, "Blood Warrior, you are in contact with the spokesperson of the God of Shadows, how could you be such a vulgar and reckless man! Every time you get closer to the shadows, you will be more concerned about the war chief's
Loyalty will weaken, that's obvious.
"Loyalty is not absolute, it is absolutely disloyal!"
Hearing this, Aslante couldn't help but nodded.
The Blood Warrior let out a long sigh: "I think you are absolutely right!"
The arbiter continued: "The war chief will definitely doubt your loyalty. So, warrior, don't hesitate to mobilize your tribe. Show your loyalty to the war chief as quickly as possible, stand in the front row to support him, praise him, and learn from him.
The spirit of his speech was then implemented with great fanfare.
"When the war is almost ready, I will send men to attack you and leave some corpses. You will naturally be injured in the attack, and then..."
"Then I won't have to go to the battlefield!" Brunave patted his thigh excitedly.
"No, no, no, warrior, you must insist on going out with injuries. It would be better if you could vomit blood a few times when you first set off." The arbiter shook his head slightly, "Next, I will increase the intensity of the attack. Your supplies can
Carry away some of it and store it, and my people will light a few fires for you to settle the account.
"Your tribe's geographical location is important. In such a critical situation, even if the chief has concerns, he will arrange for you and some soldiers to stay behind."
Miss Magic listened curiously and asked, "Won't the chief be suspicious?"
"Doubts are inevitable," the arbiter said. "The goal is not to dispel the warchief's doubts, but to reduce the territory's losses in the war with reasonable reasons. Blood Warrior, there must be some warriors in your tribe who are eager for war and loot.
, you can organize part of the team to go to war, fulfill the promise you and the warchief made, and you can also stabilize the future situation of the tribe.
"This is a full-scale war between the Clan Alliance and Beyelan. In a complicated war situation, it is impossible for the war chief to investigate the truth of every matter, not to mention that the blood warriors have behaved very loyally.
"You may also ask, after the war is over, will the war chief come back for a closer inspection, or what if the warriors who went on the expedition have obtained a large amount of trophies and honors and challenge the authority of the blood warriors in the future?
"The risk is there, but it is not high. Please note that the following war is a war caused by divine intervention. We don't even know the real plan of Life Weave. Surviving is already the greatest achievement."
This exchange benefited Griffithier a lot. Then, in return for the arbitrator's suggestion, Brunave also provided some information he knew and told everyone directly at the party.
The main force of the clan alliance's army is divided into two parts: the east and the west. Moving south along the Tirne River in the east is the Tirne Front commanded by the warlord Mangurus Bloodaxe. He is a famous warrior, firm as a rock, and invades
Sheng Lihuo always went to the front line in person, and his brave and fearless figure was always present wherever there was danger. Once the army's camp was breached, and many warriors began to flee in despair. Manggulus raised the general's flag high and led his men to block Bayeran and
Odessa's elite foot knights attacked, repaired the fortress, and held on until reinforcements arrived under several times the enemy siege.
His troops will storm Duke Meyer's castle and contain Turan Fortress and the elves' actions.
The other army is the Neck Front Army commanded by Warlord Ulong. This army is composed of the Roum Fortress garrison in the north of Neck River and various reinforcements. It forms the most important main force on the entire front to fight against Beyelan's army.
The Teutonic cluster fought the first battle. The Uron Warlord was also an experienced commander, and the size of his army was much larger than that of Mangurus.
These two armies attacked along the river and the wide road respectively. In addition, there were several small armies crossing the mountains and crossing the border, and they were fighting with the Beyeran-Odessa border guards.