In the dim light of the fire, a crazy figure could be vaguely seen climbing through the small window of the farmhouse. Screams immediately came from the farmhouse.
There was a rustling sound of running in the darkness, which sounded like humans or wild animals that I had never seen before.
Griffith couldn't help but feel his scalp numb. He turned over and jumped onto the nearby roof. As soon as he climbed onto the roof, he saw a figure swaying past in the darkness and subconsciously grabbed it. However, his grasp fell.
In the air, his wrist was pulled and rotated, causing his body to be lifted up into the air and fell towards the roof.
Griffith had never encountered such a throwing technique before, and he hurriedly tried to stabilize his center of gravity, but he was thrown out wearing double heavy armor, and smashed through the roof with a bang, taking straw and beams with him.
They fell in together.
The vigorous figure suddenly lost its footing, but his movements were flawless. He rolled and spun like a cat, dexterously adjusted his landing posture, and landed firmly on the trainee knight.
"Ouch!"
The heavy blow to the ground and the squeeze on his abdomen almost made Griffith vomit his stomach. Before he could recover from the shattered fall, the figure stepping on him had already twisted him.
He grabbed the sword with his wrist and pointed it straight at his throat.
The cold sword edge suffocated the air.
"Ah la~ When did you run to my feet?"
The dilapidated hut was very quiet for a while.
Griffith opened his eyes, and under the pale green moonlight, Galadia was pointing a sword at him with a serious look on his face.
"Get up quickly, the living zombies are coming to eat our brains soon!" The elf took a step down from the trainee knight's belly, "After the goblins are the living zombies. Is this small village the hatchery of the evil god?"
"There is an adventurer who was infected with this zombie plague. In addition, some villagers' corpses disappeared at midnight," Griffith struggled to get up, ignoring the soreness in his abdomen, and asked hurriedly,
"Where were you before?"
"I found a place to hide and rest," the elf replied casually, and then added, "Let me declare in advance that if you suspect that the beautiful and elegant elf is related to such evil activities, you will be hanged from the treetop."
Griffith sighed, shook his head and said, "I just want to say that if we take turns to be alert and rest, we might be able to prevent this."
The elf shook his head and rejected the idea word for word: "We have only known each other for a few hours!"
Griffith suddenly felt that once he and Galadia started talking, it would be a bit endless. In such a chaotic state, the two of them stood in a dilapidated farmhouse with no view, talking to each other.
Lost your mind!
The trainee knight swallowed this feeling, turned around and walked outside the house. Just as he pushed open the wooden door of the cabin, a black figure suddenly squeezed through the crack of the door, grinning and biting the wrist that opened the door for him.
"Clang!" A mouthful of sharp teeth shattered on the iron gauntlet. Galadia, who was not far away, jumped back in fright.
Griffith felt a sharp pain in his wrist, like being stabbed by a dagger. He raised the ax in his left hand and hit the shadow hard. The shadow's head was hit hard and exploded like a watermelon.
When he drove up, he collapsed on the spot.
"Get out of here!" Griffith shouted. The elf immediately followed, and the two of them rushed out of the house.
Beast-like black shadows are running around the village. They still maintain the outline of humans, but their forelimbs have been swollen and elongated, and they often run on all fours like jackals. Their teeth and nails have transformed into sharp jagged and dagger-like shapes.
You can even easily climb onto roofs and walls.
These monsters include both humans and goblins. They only appeared sporadically at first, but within a few minutes they were attacking and preying in groups.
After walking for a while, the trainee knights and elves realized that it was very dangerous to be exposed outside. Those monsters wandering in the darkness would jump out of the darkness in the corner and attack at any time. It seemed that the only safe place was to escape from the village and hide in the woods.
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Galadia quickly looked around the woods, as if thinking about an escape route. After a moment, she hurriedly said: "You can't go out. Today's moon is a green moon, and the monsters in the forest will be particularly crazy and powerful!"
"Then go to the village chief's big house, it's stronger there!" Griffith shouted. He had just fought a battle at night, and his equipment was severely damaged. He only recovered 40 to 50% of his physical strength. He was not sure he could survive while escaping.
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The two of them covered each other and ran all the way. They could easily kill the monsters they encountered along the way. However, it didn't take long for the hordes of monsters to pay attention to their whereabouts and chase them one after another with roars.
"This is it!" Galadia seemed to have good vision in the darkness. She grabbed the trainee knight who almost missed the village chief's house and pushed him into the nearby wall.
"Open the door!" After climbing over the wall, Griffith immediately knocked on the wooden door of the big house in front of him. The village chief's bald head poked out from inside, and after seeing their faces clearly, he hurriedly opened the door and welcomed them in.
Several people have gathered in the spacious big house, including the village chief and his family, Miss Boxer Wulan, the trainee nun, Mr. Isis and five villagers.
"By the gods, I'm so glad you're safe and sound!" The village chief saw the two men appearing in front of him alive and came over to shake their hands in surprise.
"We have to block the entrance and exit and wait for dawn." Galadia quickly dodged the village chief's hand.
Before anyone could answer, Wulan said dissatisfiedly: "If it weren't for waiting for you, we would have blocked this door long ago."
Such a temper... Seeing that the elf was about to retaliate, Griffith hurriedly said: "The physiques of these monsters are extremely alienated. It is useless to shrink. We must try to rescue more people."
Before Ulan could have his attack, there were heavy knocks outside the door, mixed with terrifying roars. A group of living corpses rushed outside the door, trying to break in.
The villagers were in chaos. Griffiths pulled out his long sword, opened the solid wooden door a crack, and thrust the sword outward without waiting for the elf to stop him.
The sword edge felt like it was passing through the body, and at the same time, a powerful impact was about to break open the door.
Griffith blocked the door with his body and stabbed outward with the sword in his right hand. The flesh and black blood of living corpses flew everywhere.
After a few minutes, it became quiet outside the door. One after another, corpses were piled up to form a low wall outside the door.
Griffith felt that his strength had been exhausted again, so he hurriedly retreated and closed the door.
Calm returned to the big house, and everyone who had not been able to help looked at the trainee knight covered in blood with various expressions. Finally, the village chief said: "Maybe we should block the door and wait until dawn."
"It will be dawn in a few hours. What the village chief said makes sense," Mr. Isis also expressed his opinion, then pointed to the chimney of the house, "I think it needs to be blocked there too."
That's okay... Griffith nodded very tiredly, walked to the side and sat down on the ground. The villagers immediately ran over and blocked the door behind the door with tables, chairs and cabinets.
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Groups of roars echoed outside the house, and it was unknown how many creatures had been transformed into walking corpses.
Everyone hiding in the house did not dare to light the oil lamps and sat down in silence.
Isis took care of the wounded, Ulan sat with Pacifica, a novice nun, and the village chief huddled with the villagers. Everyone just sat in silence, waiting for dawn.
Griffith was sitting not far from the elf. As a Sequence 9 Extraordinary, although his physical strength was greater than that of ordinary people, it was disappointing to not be able to rest in such a continuous battle. Unknowingly, he
Then he fell asleep.
I don't know how long it took, but the groggy Griffith was shaken awake. He heard a gentle gnawing sound in the darkness, like a rat chewing the corner of a table. The disturbing sound was amplified in the silence.
, which makes people feel very weird.
There were also indecipherable whispers, as if someone was speaking, or like a curse. This voice seemed to be some kind of ancient secret language, and no one could understand its meaning.
"Wake up quickly."
A clear whisper came to his ears, and Griffith felt his arm being tapped, and a faint fragrance of forest grass danced softly on the tip of his nose.
Griffith raised his head and found Galadia kneeling beside him, holding his arms with both hands.
"Follow me, be gentle."
The trainee knight quietly stood up obediently and followed the elf to the kitchen near the living room. Galadia carefully checked the corners and under the table, closed the door and whispered:
"We are in big trouble. The living corpses in the entire village seem to have gathered around us and have surrounded us."
What! Griffith's eyes widened: "Could it be that all the villagers have been killed, and only us are left?"
"Probably not. I can sense that there are more than a hundred humanoid creatures walking around outside. Judging from their footsteps, they look like some villagers and goblins." Galadia's smart eyes almost revealed her worries, "
Living corpses should have no intelligence, only the instinct to eat and kill. I suspect someone is controlling these resurrected corpses."
"Who could it be? Who is the target?" Griffith blurted out, but immediately had his own answer, "The target is you?"
"It can't be you, those adventurers or villagers, right? Resurrection of the dead into walking zombies requires taboo black magic or sealed objects. Even the senior mage of the Arcane Council would have difficulty doing it," the elf hesitated for a moment, then said
He came out and said, "I came to this village because according to the guidance of the prophecy, I must leave the tribe and investigate alone to find a clue that is very critical to my promotion sequence. This operation should be kept confidential."
Griffith said seriously: "If it is based on this assumption, it makes sense. To hunt an Elf Ranger, you need enough manpower.
"As far as the current situation is concerned, the mastermind behind the scenes has spent a considerable price. I have never heard of such things as creating goblins and living corpses in the core territory of mankind. If only one or two villages are slaughtered, the cost and gain will be
It’s ridiculous to compare.”
"It's not easy for me to slip out of the chimney now," Galadia bit her lip, "I was careless~ By the way, there is one more thing."
"What?"
"Be careful of those adventurers." The elf raised a finger to his mouth, making a silent gesture. "Did you hear that? That slight chewing sound, the girl dressed as a boxer has gone crazy."
The sound of chewing mice lingered in the darkness, making one's scalp numb. There was also a faint crunching sound of crunching bones.
"Are you sure?" Griffith asked, "Maybe she was just frightened."
"You humans only have so little sanity. It is not uncommon for your minds to be destroyed by the unknown and fear, and you become followers and puppets of the evil god," Galadia said sternly, "I heard that there was a brave prince who witnessed many times.
After his people were transformed into living corpses by the plague, they fell into irreparable madness, slaughtered the residents of an entire city, and murdered his father. In the end, he even became a minion of the cultists."
"Maybe he just has no other choice," Griffith shook his head, "That's not the point. As long as the living corpses don't rush in, we can delay it until sunrise."
"The sunrise may not be effective against them, aren't they those pathetic guys from the Vampire Tribe?" Galadia shook her head, "I have an idea, the person behind the control of these goblins and living corpses is in this big room.
inside."
"How is that possible?" Griffith glanced at everyone in the living room and asked, "Why do you say that?"
"It's very simple~" Galadia patted his head, "After the living corpse appeared, I have been moving and changing positions. There are so many farmhouses in the village, but these monsters can accurately surround them. This shows that the people behind the scenes
He knows my whereabouts like the back of his hand."
At this moment, a heartbreaking moan interrupted the conversation between the two. All the people resting in the living room woke up.
A strange sound came from the throat of the boxer girl Ulan. Then she stood up and staggered towards the door, muttering unidentifiable words.
"Ulan, what's wrong?" the trainee nun asked in panic. Then, she saw her companion began to frantically push open the table and cabinet blocking the door.
"Stop her!" Mr. Isis reacted and shouted in panic, "She is going to put the living corpse in!"
Galadia opened her powerful bow like lightning, pointing the arrow at the crazy Ulan.
"Stop!" Sister Pacifica was shocked and hurriedly stood beside her companions. "What are you doing? Stop it!"
The village chief and the villagers were shocked. They woke up from their groggy sleep just now and saw such a scene. They didn't know what to do for a while.
"Bang!"
Sharp arrows are shot from the strong bow. At such a distance, even if someone blocks it, it cannot hinder the elf's shooting skills.
Galadia penetrated Ulan's shoulder, causing her to stumble and fall to the ground.
"No!" Seeing that her companion was injured, the novice nun screamed and hit the elf with the wooden stick in her hand.
Before she could swing her wooden staff down, a strong hand had already grabbed her wrist and easily knocked her unconscious.
At this moment, there were dense scratching sounds outside the house. Hundreds of living corpses let out low and terrifying roars and began to attack the doors, windows and walls of the big house.
"They're out there!"
"They're coming in!"
The frightened villagers let out miserable screams and ran towards the elf who looked the most powerful. In the chaos, Griffith suddenly changed his direction and rushed towards Isis in the crowd.
"Wow!" The mage apprentice shouted and was knocked away, hitting the wall behind him heavily.
Before the village chief and others could ask what was going on, Griffith's big iron-clad hands had already picked up the thin Isis and strangled him by the throat.
"Should I break your neck, or should you stop the living corpses outside," the trainee knight asked coldly.
"You, what did you say? I don't understand?" Isis slapped and grabbed his arm and struggled desperately.
"It was you who deliberately asked for reinforcements on the only way to disperse the support force and lure some of the reinforcements to the trap," Griffith said quickly, "Goblins and living zombies are not powerful. Between organized adventurers and
There was no chance before the villagers.
"You know the exact location of Galadia, which is why the zombies are besieging this place. She is your prey."
"Isn't it that boxer?" Isis shouted, "She wants to let those monsters in."
"Maybe, you are all suspected," Griffith's razor-sharp eyes flashed with a trace of cruelty, "Kill you all, then there will be no problem."
"..."
A trace of ferocity suddenly flashed in the eyes of Isis, who was struggling crazily. He grabbed something in his right hand and stabbed Griffith's arm.
"Bang!"
A sharp arrow shot through his wrist and was nailed to the wall. A knife coated with green liquid fell out of Isis' hand.
The living corpse outside the house has almost torn down the wooden door and small window, and its rotten and rotten arms have got into the cracked gaps.
"For the last time, stop the living corpse." Griffith said coldly, the hand locking Isis's throat could break his neck at any time.
The pale mage apprentice's mouth suddenly turned up. Then, he bit something hard and chewed it.
"Don't let him take poison!" Galadia reacted immediately.
Griffith grabbed Isis' chin and twisted it with lightning speed. The mage apprentice screamed and his jaw was dislocated.
Spies and conspirators of all races have the habit of hiding poison in their teeth. When they are caught, they only need to bite a false tooth hard, and the deadly poison will save them from the subsequent pain.
As a member of the Eastern Legion, Griffith has participated in the capture and interrogation of spies many times. Breaking their jaws is the only effective way. However, having rich experience does not mean that he can be in time every time.
Isis's face suddenly turned purple, and foam poured out of the corners of his mouth. His poison was so deadly that it took effect in an instant.
Galadia rushed over, checked the situation of the mage apprentice, and gave Griffith a regretful look.
At the same time, the commotion outside the house suddenly subsided, and the roaring zombies stopped attacking. Chaotic footsteps were heard outside the house, moving away in different directions.