Violent reverberations hit the brain, and vague but close murmurs lingered in the ears.
who I am?
What he saw when he tried to open his eyes was a black iron gauntlet smeared with blood. The sharp and ferocious metal protected his fingers, the back of his hand, and the outside of his forearm. The inside was made of brown leather and leather straps, firmly binding his body. arm. His wrists and fingers moved slowly, bringing back the tingling feeling. Well, this is my hand...
where am I?
The field of vision gradually expanded, and sharp spears, small bucklers, swords, daggers, and maces were placed on the small wooden table in front of them. There are also bows and arrows and a quiver full of feathered arrows placed against the corner of the table. The soil under his feet was solid and dry, and the iron boots, greaves and spurs forged from black iron were ferocious and evil in shape.
What am I doing?
The loud noise that struck the brain became clearer and clearer, and it was gradually possible to identify it as a reverberating horn. Later, a clear voice came into my ears...
"Griffith."
"Griffith Apprentice Knight!"
"Hey! Second level team leader, wake up!"
The pitch rose slightly, accompanied by a tapping sound on his shoulder armor.
"Huh? What?" The trainee knight who was called Griffith felt at a loss that this was his name, but it was not all of him. All kinds of confusing memories were mixed together, making it impossible for him to outline his own image.
"What?" Standing next to her was a tall, bright-looking young woman. She was wearing a finely crafted golden armor and raised her thin eyebrows. "What? Why what?"
Griffith regained his consciousness and subconsciously touched his breastplate, then grabbed a weapon and put it on his body: "I'm a little dizzy~"
"Huh?! You're not dizzy anymore, okay?" The girl in front of her shook her head, her flaming red hair tied into a ponytail dangling behind her head, "Wake up quickly, pick up your weapon, and attack! "
Without waiting for Griffith to agree, the red-haired girl stuffed the black iron helmet into Griffith's arms, raised her right hand, and "smacked" the face of the apprentice knight who was half a head taller than her.
After being hit twice, Griffith immediately followed the red-haired girl out of the tent with a lot of weapons.
"Second Class Assault Squadron Leader Valkyrie, take your men to the right wing and hide under the slope behind the infantry." An officer wearing a red woolen cape rode past the two men.
"Order received," the red-haired Valkyrie squadron leader nodded, dragging Griffith, who didn't know what to do, to the two war horses.
"Okay, whether you wake up or not, there is no time for you to adjust slowly now~" Valkyrie held his helmet with one hand, patted Griffith on the shoulder with the other, and tilted his head towards him, " Mount your horse, grab your spear, and attack as usual. As long as you defeat the guy on the other side, we can go back...ah, it's unlucky to say this before a battle."
Griffith's body moved on its own, and he climbed onto the tall and majestic black horse in front of him as naturally as eating and sleeping. The war horse also wears a black visor and breastplate. There are sharp horns on its forehead, as menacing as a monster in the dark. It waits silently for its rider to pull the reins and start trotting after Valkyrie and her mount.
Wow~ Although I don’t know exactly what happened, everything seems to be going as it should.
The breeze passed through the gaps in the visor, sending air with a faint strange smell into the nasal cavity. His mind, which was still cloudy just now, gradually became clearer, and Griffith passed through the crowded camp.
White camps are orderly distributed on both sides of the straight road, and each intersection is marked with the name of the nearby squadron and where it leads. On the five- to six-meter-high wooden tower, soldiers waved green and red flags to stop or let the passing teams pass.
Infantrymen wearing bronze and iron armor were arranged in a neat formation, holding long spears and life-size shields, with short swords hanging on their waists, and walked across the straight road with calm expressions. Their helmets were decorated with bright red, bright yellow and white feathers, making them look like a sea of colors as they marched.
The trumpets that had been ringing in my mind a moment ago had long ceased, and the running mounted officers occasionally issued orders loud and clear, to which the troops who received the orders simply shouted in response, and then continued to operate quietly.
Griffith followed Valkyrie through the camp. From time to time, neatly armored cavalry joined their team on the road until they reached the exit on one side of the camp. From there, they galloped along a slope for a long time. Yes, and finally stopped in a large flat space.
Dozens of male and female cavalrymen who were as young as Griffith saluted the red-haired female knight on their horses. Several people greeted Griffith with smiles on their faces.
"Prepare for battle," Valkyrie waved his hand to one side, "Are the priests here?"
"The trainee sister Krista is already in place. The herald just came to inform that the high priest is at the infantry man's place and it was too late to come over."
"Hmm~" Valkyrie nodded, "Krista, come to the front and give blessings to the front row of the squadron. Skip the rest."
A pretty girl with blond hair slipped through the crowd and ran to the front of the line. She wore a gleaming silver chain mail outside her blue robe, held a book that was almost as big as her upper body, and softly sang blessings as clear as a stream.
Standing in the front row, Griffith suddenly found himself wrapped in warm light, and both he and his mount felt light and airy.
It's amazing. What power is this?
"The elegance of the wind, the protection, the carrying is complete."
The blond girl who chanted the blessing completed her work and nodded to the squadron leader, breathed lightly, and looked in the direction of Griffith with her big emerald-like eyes.
Is she looking at me?
"Hey~ Griffith, after this battle is over, I want to go to Beyeland with Krista," a tall brown-haired cavalryman poked Griffith with his elbow, with a smile on his face. He tapped his chest six times, "When I have enough merit to be promoted, I will confess my love to Krista!"
Griffith was reflecting on the effect of the blessing. He felt that his movements had become more agile and dexterous, and at the same time his strength had greatly increased, and he felt inexplicably that he would have good luck. He thought for a moment and remembered that the brown-haired cavalryman was named Golona, and he was one of the admirers of the beautiful novice nun.
"502nd Cavalry Regiment, take action!" A thunderous roar came from the distance above the slope, followed by shouts and slogans one after another, and the heavy and dense sound of horse hooves rolled in.
At the same time, fireballs dragging long flames streaked through the sky, flying towards the front beyond the reach of the eyes.
A red flag appeared on the slope near the cavalry and was waved at them.
"Armor Cavalry, move forward!" Valkyrie put on a golden helmet, put down his visor, raised his golden lance and jumped forward. The armored cavalry followed closely behind, wrapping up the overwhelmed Griffith, and trotted away from the hidden depression in four columns toward the slope on the other side.
Griffith's eyes moved up a little along the arc of the slope, and he gradually saw the entire battlefield.
Thousands of infantrymen lined up in square formations and horizontal formations one after another. The large square shields in their hands formed a wall-like battle line, as straight and smooth as butter cut with a knife. The huge battle formation stretching for miles moved forward under the guidance of flying flags. The line at the front held up an eagle flag wrapped in a pure gold wreath. Just casting your sight over it made people more courageous.
Heavy trebuchets, as tall as the giants in the story, were hurling fireballs like meteorites from behind the battle lines. Hundreds of fireballs streaked across the sky one after another, falling to the ground and igniting flames more than ten meters high. Invisible shock waves spread from the location of the explosion, sweeping away nearby trees and blurry figures.
The cavalry squadron originally led by Valkyrie and hidden in the depression maintained its column formation and circled towards the right side of the wide battlefield. Many cavalrymen like them were advancing or fighting.
The cavalry of some teams were not as armored as Griffith's. When they approached the enemy, they jumped off their horses, took out their strong bows and spears, and poured death on the opposite side. When the human wall in front of them collapsed under the blows of bows and arrows, another group of cavalry roared past and rushed towards the gap in the battle line. Immediately afterwards, some giant bison-like monsters with body shapes like jackals rushed from behind the opposite battle line, with humanoid creatures riding on them. They collided heavily with the attacking cavalry, causing bursts of roars and screams.
"We're lucky today!" Golona shouted from Griffith's right hand side. The distance between the two was less than the width of a war horse. "There are not many wolf cavalry. It would be great if no one intercepts us." Got it!"
The armored cavalry quickly crossed most of the battlefield, and no large group of infantry could be seen near Griffith. Hundreds of archers wearing light leather armor gathered not far from the squadron. They quickly pulled out arrows from the quivers behind their backs and threw a continuous rain of arrows forward.
The locust-like arrows covered the sky and the sun, and when they landed, there were screams from the opposite position.
Griffith was trotting on his horse while watching the archers' shooting. Suddenly Valkyrie on the far right side of the team shouted: "Long-range defense!"
The knights around him all raised the small metal shield of their left hand to protect it diagonally upward, and at the same time, they leaned down as close to the horse as possible.
As soon as he finished speaking, a storm of arrows came over him. Griffith, who was hiding behind the shield, heard a dense sound hitting the shield, like a summer rain hitting the roof.
Our own archers who were not too far away let out a scream. The archers who had been shooting rapidly just now fell down in a blink of an eye like a wheat field harvested in autumn.
Valkyrie led her cavalry without changing their pace and continued to make a large circle to the right. The heavily armored cavalry indifferently separated from the sparse battle line of archers and advanced deeper.
"Hurrah!" The tsunami-like shouts startled Griffith and his mount. They saw two waves of people colliding together in the center of the distant battlefield, and many figures even flew into the air.
"Squadron, stop!" Valkyrie raised his lance again, and the cavalry stopped their trotting mounts. At the same time, several cavalry columns came from nearby, gathering together to form a dense formation like streams converging into a river.
"Legion! Prepare to attack!" A commander in a red shirt rode to the front of the queue and pointed his sword at the dark crowd not far away.
The cavalry quickly expanded from columns to horizontal formations. Griffith suddenly found a small figure squeezing up from his right rear.
Is this Krista who just gave us her blessing? This slender girl was also covered in armor, holding a saber, and was riding a horse with a calm expression. She turned her head slightly to see Griffith's eyes and smiled at him.
"Dense formation!" The officers and knights gave the command one after another.
The young cavalrymen, who were all covered in iron, put down their visors and approached each other, roaring like beasts, and staring straight ahead.
The red-robed general pointed his sword forward and began to trot. A bright rainbow-like light spread from his long sword, enveloping him and the knights around him.
"Armored cavalry, advance!"
Hundreds of armored cavalry began to trot, rushing towards the enemy's side and rear like a city wall.
Looking from the sky, it looks like a cold and shining tide, roaring towards the shore. Along the way, many scattered monsters and warriors pounced on this huge wave, and then were swallowed up and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
The first row of the trotting cavalry battle line held lances, and the following rows held sabers and maces tightly, maintaining a smooth line and rolling forward.
"Level with me!" the red-robed general shouted, and the battle line of thousands of people was like an extension of his hands and feet, "Byelan——!"
"Byeland - Won Victory!"
"Wan Sheng!"
The cavalry regiment began to charge.
"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie!" The dark crowd in front started to stir. Griffith saw from the cracks in the undulating helmets that countless black humanoid creatures were like festering anthills, pieces of which collapsed in front of the cavalry and fled in all directions.
"Boom!" The cavalry battle line broke through the enemy's defense line like a flood, making a deafening roar. Griffith picked off the skull of a monster, and then trampled several of the same kind under the iron hooves of the war horse.
It was only then that he saw the enemy's appearance clearly.
This is a creature slightly shorter than a human with dark green skin. They have the same hands and feet as humans, but have sharp fangs protruding from their lips and ears like donkey ears. These enemies wore grotesque black and gray armor and were armed with machetes, wooden shields, or spears.
Orcs. Griffith felt that his brain, which had just returned to normal, was in chaos again, with all kinds of confusing and conflicting information tangled together.
Howling orcs, marble pillars wrapped in flames and collapsed ruins, huge and twisted shadows emerging from the rolling waves of fire... all kinds of information are gathered in the mind, as if there is an illusory image, and the countdown hand of the clock is moving. Roll towards the end.
A dark shadow emerged from the depths of his consciousness and turned around slowly. Griffith subconsciously felt that this man's identity was extremely important, almost forgetting that he was still on the battlefield, and tried his best to see the true face of this black figure.
"Ouch!" Suddenly, a 4- to 5-meter-tall giant monster appeared in front of him. It was extremely strong, with muscles as strong as rocks all over its body, and it swung a giant tree towards the second-level team leader.
"Uh? Huh?!" Griffith, who was still trying to see the mysterious man's true appearance, immediately flew out with his horse, spinning and hitting the ground beside him.
…
The violent ringing in the ears made people go crazy. Griffith got up dizzily, only to see an armored cavalryman holding a spear bump into the giant monster that had just knocked him away, and they fell together in the mud.
The cavalry battle line has disappeared, and there are shouts and screams of fighting everywhere.
"Woo!" A sharp voice sounded from behind, and Griffith turned around quickly. Two orc warriors in tattered clothes, holding machetes and wooden shields, had already rushed not far away from him.
The trainee knight subconsciously moved his right hand forward, and the lance with half of his hand immediately pierced the throat of one of the orcs. At this moment, another orc swooped over and stabbed Griffith in the head.
"Cang!" Griffith dodged slightly, and the blade hit his shoulder armor and bounced away. The trainee knight took out the dagger from his waist and thrust it into the horrified orc's eyes.
The two corpses fell to the ground almost at the same time, and black blood spattered from the gaps in their visors to their eyes and mouths. Griffith immediately felt nauseated. He held back his nausea and blinked as he pulled out the sword from his waist, looking for the next enemy.
"Griffith!" Krista and another wounded cavalryman ran over. They all lost their mounts, their bodies were covered with mud and blood, and they still held sabers or half-parted lances in their hands.
"The coalition broke through the defense line and rushed over. What should we do?" Krista's helmet flew to an unknown place when she fell from the horse just now, and her silky blond hair was draped on her shoulders. She pointed to one side of the battlefield and said to the two of them: "A group of orcs is coming towards us."
"We're staying here," Griffith picked up a shield from the ground and held it in his hand, while raising the sword in his hand, "come closer to me!"
On the muddy ground to the side, several cavalrymen who had been knocked off their horses were crawling up from the ground. Two of them immediately ran towards Griffith who was shouting. Several other people also gathered together and formed a small formation.
It was too late to assemble or retreat. A group of orcs who were shouting and fighting were originally sent to support the defense line here. But before they could arrive, the defense line disappeared under the impact of human cavalry. The remaining two groups of dismounted cavalry in front of them happened to be regarded as theirs. Target.
The five dismounted cavalry immediately gathered together back to back and formed a circular formation using swords and shields they could pick up.
"Waaaagaaaaah!"
One of the orcs was the fastest. It jumped over its companion and struck Griffith with an axe. Before its ax could fall, Griffith pierced its chest with his sword.
"Boom!" Several orcs collided head-on, hitting the shields of Griffith and the cavalry around him, making an ear-splitting noise. Before they could stab each other, the orcs behind them rushed forward, squeezing their companions among them.
A pair of rusty machetes and axes were dangling in front of him. Griffith seized the opportunity to thrust a sword from the gap and pierced the abdomen of an orc. The little monster immediately screamed, grabbing the blade that pierced him with both hands and twitching.
In the crowded crowd, no matter how hard Griffith tried, he just couldn't pull out his sword. The screaming orc was squeezed back and forth by his companions behind him and Griffith's shield, spraying out blood like a crushed orange.
A spear pierced through the crowd, and a cavalryman standing next to Griffith was stabbed in the throat. The tall warrior fell down before he could even grunt, pressing on Krista behind him. The cavalryman who had died was still holding on to his shield in his hand, maintaining his standing position amid the crowds from front to back.
I don't know how much time passed, but the besieging orcs took a few steps back. Three dead cavalrymen and a dozen orc warriors laid layer after layer of corpses on the ground. Another small group of cavalry in the distance has also been submerged in the sea of people.
Griffith didn't know which weapon he had changed to. He was holding a hatchet that he snatched from God knows where, and he was guarding the novice nun back to back. The panting orc soldier wiped the sweat from his head while glaring at the two men a few steps away.
Krista dropped the half-broken saber in her hand, quickly took off the heavy book hanging from her waist, and tied it with a silver chain. There were four shining corners on the chain. The holy book that had just been used to bless the cavalry suddenly turned into a terrifying shield full of sharp teeth...
The blonde girl held the shield and gently rested her head on Griffith's shoulder. The two stood in silence, waiting for their final fate.
"Wan Sheng!"
The majestic war cry erupted again from nowhere on the battlefield. A large group of infantry penetrated the enemy's line from nowhere, and under the leadership of the commander, they rushed towards the battlefield here.
The orcs who had been besieging the cavalry just now began to waver. Some of them shouted that they wanted to kill Griffith and the others, while the other part had begun to turn around and run away.
"The Holy Light gives me courage,
"The Holy Light gives me protection,
"The Holy Light looks upon me, casting fear upon the heads of my enemies..."
Griffith heard the soft prayers of the girl behind him. Krista suddenly picked up the chain in her hand and swept it around. Griffith shrank his head smartly, and then a flash of silver light flashed, tearing a bloody path among the orcs around him.
The slender blond girl didn't know where she got such strength, waving the chained holy book and flying in the center of the orcs. The orc team that was still shouting just now scattered in all directions.
"Don't stop, keep attacking!" Several infantrymen had already broken through the defense line and came to Griffith's side. The leading sergeant put his face close to his visor and shouted, "Follow us and continue...ah!"
Before the sergeant could finish his words, a sudden violent tremor came from his feet. A hand wider than the giant monster's body stretched out from the ground and smashed the sergeant to pieces.
"Behemoth!"
"Behemoth!"
The assaulting infantrymen let out a burst of frightened shouts and fell into a mad rout in front of the sudden monster. In this shout, a giant as tall as a hill burst out of the ground. Its skin is as powerful as if it were made of bronze. It has a huge horn on the top of its head, and its wheel-like single eye scans the battlefield. It turns around and strikes at the surrounding infantry and cavalry.
What's this! Griffith screamed in his mind. Although he soon realized that it was the legendary dragon-hunting monster. When his vision was obscured by a huge black shadow, his will, which was tested by the war, still could not bear such a sudden sight.
In the dark, I seemed to hear the sound of two dice falling to the ground. Immediately afterwards, Griffith felt as if a gap opened in his head, and chaos, evil, fear and anger poured out.
His rationality is losing him.
The legendary monster appeared without warning. The terrifying force brought a powerful shock wave, and Griffith was blown to the ground like grass in the strong wind. Most of the nearby comrades fell into fear and madness, some fled in all directions, and some charged at the giant beast with spears, but the sharp spear heads pierced the giant beast's body as if they had hit a city wall. Broken instantly.
The terrifying giant beast swept over with its arms like city walls. The chaotic infantry brigade immediately heard the sound of continuous bone cracking. All the soldiers who were hit flew into the sky in pieces and then fell to the ground in pieces. It sounded dense like hail falling on Griffith, and fear and nausea spewed from his stomach.
A group of cavalry returned to the battlefield. They had just penetrated the defense line and were preparing to lay siege to the enemy formation that was still holding on, when they ran into a devastating attack from the legendary creature. Some of the cavalry screamed and fled, while others ran into them out of inertia.
Screams and crackling sounds echoed in the air.
It's so... so scary... I must be dreaming!
My ribs are broken...it hurts...damn it hurts!
Griffith's whole body was shaking. The armor all over his body was useless against Beamon's sweep, and his internal organs were shattered just by the wind pressure.
Griffith kept vomiting blood and clawed at the mud, trying his best to escape from the battlefield.
At this desperate moment, a brilliant golden light appeared in front of him.
"Geffy, hold on, I'm coming!" Krista ran towards Griffith with her silky blond hair hanging down, still chanting healing magic.
The warm heat immediately enveloped Griffith's body, and he felt as safe and calm as if he was soaking in warm water. All he could see was Krista's bright face and brilliant blond hair.
Ah...is this a goddess!
"Snapped!"
A gust of wind blew past him, and the trainee nun who was in front of him just now disappeared.
"Krista!" Griffith heard Golona's familiar and horrified shout, and then he saw the broken limbs of the novice nun falling to the ground in pieces. The head that had been separated from the body rolled in front of Griffith, and the big blue eyes were still staring at him.
Griffith's heart thumped, as if something important was shattered.
Beamon kicked at the cavalry who ran to support him, and the three or four cavalry who couldn't dodge immediately turned into a ball of torn apart meat.
"Die!" Golona nimbly dodged the blow and jumped up from the horse, following Beamon's arm and rushing towards the blind corner of its field of vision. As long as he takes a few dozen steps forward, he can pierce the giant beast's one eye.
I want to divert this monster's attention... Griffith almost broke his teeth. He stood up with all his strength, grabbed a throwing gun and threw it at the giant beast.
"boom!"
The spear smashed into pieces on the wall-like chest. The Behemoth raised its left hand and slapped it hard. Golona, who was sprinting on his right arm, turned into a puddle of flesh on the spot like a killed mosquito.
"Uh!!!" Griffith took a step back in horror as he watched the heroic Golona being smashed to pieces. Fear had spread throughout his body. The trainee knight, whose face was full of black lines, took a few steps back and fell to the ground with a plop.
Krista's head lay quietly next to his hand, and the beautiful light in her eyes had gone out.
"Ugh!" Griffith vomited, as if he wanted to vomit out his intestines and stomach, and he couldn't stop it.
No, it won't work...
How can this be something that humans can defeat...
Then again...what the hell am I doing here?
