Wait, there is no direct evidence that he is driving Isis and Rudias. I have to think carefully to see if there are any omissions.
Griffith stood up and walked along the edge of the castle, soothing his tense nerves and adjusting his thoughts.
Having lived at the Magic Academy for a while, he was used to comfortable uniforms and robes. This time the school agreed to let Shutoral wear armor during the camping trip, so Griffith wore the mail and plates issued by the school for the first time in a long time.
He wears a double layer of heavy armor, a long sword and a dagger on his waist, and a thick cloak on the outside, which is both warm and reassuring.
While he was thinking about the problem, he skillfully opened the bushes to check for any outsiders. Similar actions have been done countless times in the past few years, from several camps on the eastern front to the soil under the walls of Homemonworth.
It was relatively soft, and he knew exactly where the stone wall was about to collapse.
Although most of the time he gained nothing, for Griffith, no gain was the biggest gain.
The rocky slope on the southwest side of the Keep is relatively gentle. The builders of the year also built a short wall under the city wall. As time went by, this short wall also collapsed a lot. The slope under the short wall was very secluded and winding.
The vines had not withered in the heavy snow, which gave the place a unique look. Griffith inexplicably began to dream about the night walking with Galadia, and his mind couldn't help but become active.
Concentrate, concentrate! Why do I get distracted so easily now?
The trainee knight followed the outer low wall that was about to disappear and came to a low stone wall. The bottom of the stone wall was originally a slope deliberately cleared on the huge rock, but in the comfortable era, a large field of wild grass had grown here.
Grapevines. From here he could see the endless whispering forest, and there seemed to be some illusory shadows wandering between the dark treetops and the sky.
The snow from the Whispering Forest to the Keeper's Keep was very flat, and there were no traces of creatures walking through it under the moonlight... Griffith looked at the route he took during the day, and it was no longer possible to identify the footprints he had left there because of the snow.
Griffith gently took a breath of the cool night breeze. Today's wind is a little different, a little familiar smell, hmm.
He had already examined the terrain in the evening and knew that there was a slope of bushes and grass below. According to his habit, he used the scabbard in his hand to push aside the vines under his feet and looked down the slope...
The densely packed small footprints on the soft soil extended one after another from the slope below, even trampling down several shrubs.
Griffith's mind suddenly went blank.
It's not like he hasn't considered this situation. Even the night patrols are based on certain assumptions.
However, when the densely packed footprints appeared in front of him, he couldn't believe for a moment that he could see the scene in front of him here, in the center of the civilized world.
The footprints of a large group of goblins.
They were obviously well-organized. They somehow avoided the warning circle below, climbed up from the hidden path on the cliffside, and jumped here with the help of the view blocked by the shrubs.
How did they get past the outer security circle and familiars without being discovered!?
Griffith's heart trembled, and his brain even went blank for a brief moment. He noticed that under the stone wall where he was standing, the soil had sunk deeply, and the enemy climbed up from where he was.
Warning! Warning! Galadia, Sonia, and their classmates are scattered in the tents without any precautions! The professors are also doing their own things in the tents on the other side of the giant rock castle!
Griffith hurriedly stepped back, turned around and prepared to rush back.
"Dear sir, is there anything you need our help with?" A voice sounded from around the corner, and Griffith turned around like lightning.
A dozen brownie elves in cloaks were pushing the cart around the corner with difficulty. These weak and obedient creatures are responsible for taking care of the manors and flower fields near the castle on a daily basis. Today, they are also responsible for luggage and food when camping.
, accommodation and various chores.
"What are you doing here?" Griffith put his hand on the hilt of his sword and asked warily.
"Sir, we received instructions from the kitchen to send a batch of ingredients to prepare tomorrow's breakfast," Brownie, who was walking at the front, replied.
"Your number?"
"No. 2887, sir."
The Brownie who answered was wearing a brown labor uniform from Homemon Watts. He looked up at Griffith and spoke clearly and smoothly. The Brownie behind him pushed the cart hard and followed behind without saying a word.
Perhaps because of the cold weather, the brownies all wrapped themselves in thick cloaks and scarves and walked quietly towards the trainee knights.
Something was wrong! When Griffith faced these short creatures, he broke out in cold sweat, and even the operation of his brain was a little jerky.
"Wait," Griffith put his hand on the hilt of his sword, "Stop! Leave the things where they are, I want to check."
Brownie, the leader, said calmly:
"Do it."
…
Before he finished speaking, a dozen brownies in the cart pulled off the cloaks that covered their heads and faces, pulled out a handful of shining sharp knives from their arms, and rushed towards Griffith with their ferocious faces revealed.
Their whole bodies are covered with dark green wrinkled skin, black and yellow fangs grow crookedly in their mouths, and their bulging eyes are full of greed and madness.
Goblin!
Griffith drew his sword and chopped down one of them with lightning speed, then reached out to grab the other one, broke its neck, and reached out to grab the police whistle on its neck.
The whistle got stuck in a gap in the cold armor and couldn't be pulled out. Damn it!
Griffith suddenly broke out in cold sweat, and he shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Enemy attack!"
Almost at the same time, four or five goblins silently surrounded him from the left and right, stabbing his waist, kidneys and knees with sharp blades. Several other goblins were already approaching his back with swords.
Blocking the road leading to the inner circle of the castle.
They take up positions in a certain order, but when activated, they are as rigorous as a precise clockwork.
Such skillful cooperation, the Goblins actually have such elite soldiers! Griffith was shocked and hurriedly retreated, but was still stabbed several times in the waist and legs.
The trainee knight turned around and jumped towards the shrub slope below. He rolled and fell into the shrubs and grass, and rolled down the slope.
"Escaped so fast," the only Brownie watched Griffith's tall figure disappear into the vines, waving his hand nonchalantly, "The whole army attacked, the target is those noble ladies, don't be wary, and don't enjoy the spoils.
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The speechless Goblins roared and rushed over immediately. At this time, a large group of Goblins also poured out from behind the corner. Their bodies were smeared with thick oil and they held hands.
They followed closely behind with sharp swords and short spears.
"Squad leader, you lead a team to kill that human warrior," Brownie No. 2887 stopped a strong goblin and said, "He took a few blows and couldn't run far."
"Jie Jie Jie Jie!" The stronger Goblin let out a strange cry and jumped into the vineyard with a dagger in hand. Eleven Goblins followed closely behind and chased in the direction where Griffith escaped.
past.
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It hurts so much, but luckily I have double armor.
Griffith's heavy armor blocked the attack just now, allowing him to save his kidneys and thighs.
However, he did not carry a short spear or shield, and even only two daggers.
Too lax. If he was patrolling on the Eastern battlefield, Griffith would definitely be fully armed. But the short-term peaceful life actually made him lax. After arriving at Homemonworth, he only carried a long sword when patrolling at night.
Just a few daggers.
Although this is bound by school rules, if Griffith is determined, he can still find a way to bring more weapons.
Now is not the time to regret, you must annihilate the pursuers as soon as possible and return to the library! Griffith holds the sword in his hand and walks through the dense bushes. The footsteps of a dozen goblins are not far away from him.
"Jie Jie Jie!" The first Goblin jumped out of the bush and stabbed Griffith with a dagger.
The trainee knight stabbed with his sword, taking advantage of his length to kill the goblin first. At the same time, two goblins appeared on both sides of him, one on the left and one on the right.
The same old routine... Griffith swung his sword to chop off the enemy's head on his right side, raised his left hand to block the Goblin's chop with his gauntlet, twisted its arm off with his backhand and threw it to the ground, then stepped on it and turned it into flesh.
mud.
The fourth, fifth, and sixth enemies came one after another. Griffith grabbed the dagger left by the Goblin with his left hand and threw it towards the enemy in the middle, and then stabbed the enemy at the front with his sword.
The sixth Goblin, who had lost the cover of his companions, was stunned for a moment. Griffith drew out his sword and swung it at its head, sending its head and the short spear in its hand flying away.
"Killed 6, how many more are left?" Griffith casually picked up two daggers and a short spear, and continued to run towards the other side.
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Sonia closed the thick book, pinched her forehead, and asked Galadia, who was looking out of the window: "I seem to hear something."
The elf was looking at the dark night sky outside the tent with doubts on his face, then turned to look at the blonde girl: "Sonia, have you heard Brownie's cry?"
"Um?"
"Pfft~" Fiona, who was sitting at the other end of the long table, smiled, "Would you like to give it a try?"
Lana quickly grabbed Brownie No. 1412, who was about to push the car away, and looked at the ladies present: "What kind of scream do you want to hear?"
"Hey~ don't bully others, I'll just tell you!" Fiona patted Lana's head gently.
"Where did Griffith say he went?" Sonia felt inexplicably that she was not smiling at all. "I remember he seemed to have said that the patrol route tonight was on the outer wall."
"Well," Galadia took off the long coat from the hanger, "I'll go outside and take a look, you guys..."
Before she could finish her words, a panicked voice came from outside the tent. The owner of the voice seemed to be a familiar faculty member, but she couldn't remember it at the moment.
"Mountain monster!"
"A mountain monster ran in!"
"Help!"
That day, the school brought back the corpse of the terrifying mountain monster and placed it in the hallway. Everyone saw it when they returned to their dormitories after studying. The huge, ugly corpse was leaking pus and almost blocked the door. Many girls continued to do it
I had nightmares for several days.
This terrifying exclamation echoed in the winter night, frightening everyone scattered in the tents.
Sonia stood up in confusion, grabbed her textbook at a loss, then put it down and took out her wand. Galadia jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on, turned around twice and found herself
Except for the wand, they were unarmed. Everyone else screamed and ran away in confusion. Many unlucky ones even tripped over tables, chairs and other objects.
Shutoral, including Rana, in this tent only had a few weapons and armors. They hurriedly pulled out their swords from under their robes and held them in their hands.
"Let's leave here and go to the professor's camp." Sonia suggested after thinking quickly.
The junior students gathered in the library immediately took their wands and swarmed out of the tent.
Although the building of the Watch Fortress is dilapidated, it is still a large rock fortress. Between the tent and the main fort where the professor is located, there is a path through the garden. There are several marble arches set up at intervals on the path.
Climbing vines and dead trees hanging with white snow form a quiet path.
"Quick, walk along this way," Lana quickly observed the surroundings. Not without discovering the terrifying and huge figure of the mountain monster. He must have not arrived here yet. He only had a layer of mail on his body, except for the helmet.
There was no long weapon like a sword, so if he were to fight the strong mountain monster one-on-one, Lana felt that he would definitely die.
The only way is to quickly seek shelter in the main castle.
Galadia left the panicked crowd, grabbed the vines on the stone pillar and jumped up nimbly, jumping lightly onto the curved arch.
It was too quiet! Galadia glanced at the quiet garden in confusion. After the warning sound just now, there was no sound again, and the person who raised the alarm was not seen.
Did he go somewhere else after sounding the alarm? If so, it would have been too quiet, as if we were the only ones who heard the alarm.
Is it a prank? Galadia calmed down and carefully examined the garden everyone was passing through.
Suddenly she noticed a large group of child-sized figures jumping into the flowers and swooping at the crowd running towards the main castle from all directions.
"Trap!" Galadia screamed, "Everyone, come back quickly! This is a trap!"
Sonia heard Galadia's shout and hurriedly stopped and looked around. But the lush plants blocked her line of sight, and she couldn't see any danger nearby. Only the elf girl waved desperately on the tall stone pillar.
Shout to them.
The hurried crowd did not hear the warning at all. Sonia was knocked aside by a boy who was running away in a hurry, and almost fell into the flowers.
She hurriedly struggled to stand up. The dense vines and shrubs caught her gorgeous robe, and it took a lot of effort to break free. Just as she was about to run in the direction of Galadia, suddenly a hand grabbed her
Holding her slender shoulders.
Sonia turned around and looked, only to see a withered and slender hand tightly grasping the robe on her left shoulder. Behind Teng Man, a ferocious and ugly head with pointed ears emerged, looking with evil intentions.
Look at yourself.
"Ah!" Sonia, who was unprepared, screamed in fright and tried desperately to break free. Right here, several green hands stretched out vines and grabbed her beautiful blond hair and robe.
"Unfold the frost...
"Expand Frost Configuration 6; Shape, Spike; Stack, Throw!" Sonia, who was being pulled, chanted hurriedly, almost biting her own tongue, but she still completed it in confusion. An ice spike shot from the tip of the wand.
Condensed, a "whoosh" sound penetrated the throat of a goblin.
Success?!
Before Sonia could be happy, several other goblins had already pushed her to the ground.
"Expand Frost Configuration 6..."
The girl, whose mind was almost blank, said hastily, but there was no response from her spiritual energy. The chant was destined to be unsuccessful from the beginning.
What's going on? Oh, by the way, there is a 15-second cooling interval between the same subject's spells! I'm so stupid. Sonia almost broke her teeth in remorse.
A goblin snatched her wand with his hand and broke it with force. The connection between her spirit and the wand was instantly interrupted, and Sonia almost fainted from the sudden mental shock.
The goblin grabbed her arms and legs and dragged her little by little into the dense vines.