He finally collapsed... If he still had the strength, he could capture the shaman alive and ask for some information at this time without killing him. The battle just now made no sense!
Griffith was so tired that he could hardly hold the sword. He turned around with a little regret and looked at the helpless elf behind the pile of corpses.
Galadia's originally fair face was now paler than paper. She looked at the trainee knights smeared with red and black objects on the piles of goblin corpses, and then looked at the ferocious corpses spread out on the ground. With a face of fear and internal organs squeezed out of his mouth, he turned around and held on to the wall before vomiting.
…
Midnight falls in the small village surrounded by mountains.
Under the bright moonlight, the blood flowing from the dead villagers and goblins had dried up. Each dead head stared ferociously and twisted at the world of the living.
Griffith finally broke free from the paralyzing dehydration after the battle, carrying a long sword and short ax full of gaps, and trudged through the bloody water.
I didn't feel it when I was fighting just now, but once I rested, I felt that my whole body was wrapped in soreness. Although Griffith had many battle experiences, he had to rotate defense and attack under the cover of his companions. The experience of fighting from start to finish like tonight was only encountered occasionally when he went out for reconnaissance.
Past experience told him that he must find a place to rest immediately, otherwise he might black out and faint against the wall at any time.
The villagers who had lost their loved ones were still immersed in grief. They desperately collected the broken corpses and dragged them to the small square in the middle of the village. The village chief, who was lucky enough to survive, was leading his people to remove the ropes left by the goblins on the wall and re-strengthening the wooden door in front. The corpses piled up in the alleys were ignored.
If another group of goblins comes at this time, we won't be able to withstand it... Griffith tiredly found a corner with a wide view and sat down again, took off his helmet and laughed.
At this time, a breeze with a faint fragrance appeared beside me. The elf hidden in the night bent down and looked at him.
"What laughing?"
"I was laughing at the vulgarity and ignorance of the Goblins, hahaha," Griffith laughed. "If they had left a team of men to break through from the main entrance, how would we have been able to resist them!"
The elf tilted his head and ignored him.
At this moment, the peaceful village suddenly became commotion again. The villagers who were cleaning the main entrance lost their tools and ran away.
"Here comes someone!" A cry came from the entrance of the village.
Griffith almost bit off his tongue. He immediately jumped up, slapped his helmet on his head and rushed forward. Seeing him arriving in the opposite direction, the villagers running back also stopped hesitantly.
Looking out from the broken village gate, I saw a small group of people running out of the forest and stumbling to the gate.
These figures did not look like monsters, which made Griffith feel a little relieved. When they got closer, they saw clearly that they were the young swordsman Andy and his team members they met during the day, as well as the mage apprentice Mr. Isis.
Their whole bodies were stained with blood. Badu, the giant axehand, was severely injured in the abdomen, and the big ax was also lost.
"Badu was stabbed in the stomach by the goblin's dagger while trying to save me." The tears on the face of the trainee nun were mixed with the blood. "My prayer for healing was obviously successful, but I don't know why... "
Griffith hurriedly asked the villagers to take Badu and find a place to lie down. Then by the light of the torch, the trainee knight discovered that a small number of wounds on the abdomen were in very bad condition, with pus and blood flowing out of the mouth together, and the pupils in his eyes had dissipated.
"I will try to treat him, maybe." Mr. Isis was not injured, but he was very tired. "Please find me a quiet room."
"Are you a doctor? That's great. We have many wounded people who need treatment." The village chief heard the words of the mage's assistant and greeted Mr. Isis without waiting for a reply. "Young men, please make some rooms."
"I'm trainee Sister Pacifica," the thin girl raised her staff, "I can also help."
The villagers immediately settled the young adventurers and happily pointed them to the location of the injured. In such a deep dark night, it is reassuring to gather with more people of the same kind.
…
After the village gate was hastily blocked, Griffith found the busy novice nun and gently asked about the situation.
"It was going very smoothly," Pacifica said timidly. "We captured the goblin and took back Mr. Isis' package. Just when everyone was collecting the loot, a goblin who was supposed to be dead Lin jumped up and stabbed Badu in the abdomen with his dagger."
As she spoke, the novice nun covered her mouth and began to cry softly.
"I prayed to the merciful Mother Earth, who gave generous gifts, and Badu's wounds began to heal. He also smiled and said it was okay."
"But, a few minutes later, he screamed in pain, put his hand into his abdomen, and pulled out his intestines..."
Goblin weapons are poisoned. Griffith roughly guessed the situation and then asked: "Have you tried to detoxify it?"
"I tried it. I gave him an antidote," Mr. Isis took the question. "It's a mixture of honeysuckle, Ningshencao, Cold Dew Maple Breath, and Skull. This is a common general medicine. The poison made from demon excrement and poisonous weeds should be very effective.”
The mage apprentice said as he took out his potion and gave it to Griffith to smell.
"Isis and I worked hard to stuff his intestines back," the young swordsman Andy added. "Badu may have gone crazy with pain and asked us to take away his intestines."
The healing spells and antidote were of no use. Griffith felt that this had entered his knowledge blind spot.
Next we can only look at Badu's luck and see if he can persist until he is sent back to the town.
After asking the village chief to leave some villagers on night watch, Griffith climbed up to a roof and found a flat place to lie down.
The dry straw from the roof passed through the gaps in the clothes and armor, making people uncomfortable. The leather armor and mail armor that had been damaged in the battle just now had several twisted bulges, which was very awkward. Not only is it not good to sleep well when sleeping under such circumstances, but safety is also not guaranteed.
However, if you don't sleep now, not only will your tired body be unable to bear it, but your brain will also be unable to maintain a clear mind. If possible, Griffith wanted to take turns taking breaks with Galadia, but the elf hid somewhere and disappeared without a trace since the adventure team appeared.
Griffith also didn't want to rest near an adventuring party whose details were unknown. He tried chewing a few pieces of dried meat, which left a bitter taste in his mouth. This is a sign of excessive physical and mental exertion, and you need to sleep as soon as possible.
He didn't dare to take off his armor, so he fell on the roof and fell asleep in a daze.
When reinforcements from the town arrive tomorrow morning, it will be safe... This thought lingers in the trainee knight's mind.
He didn't know how long he had been sleeping in a daze, but Griffith suddenly opened his eyes and sat up. Something strange and indescribable stirred his nerves.
The village was dark, and the red moon overhead had turned dark green at some point, casting a faint evil light. There was no trace of human activity around.
Griffith was startled and hurriedly approached the sentry at the main entrance from the roof and low wall. Under the dim light, two villagers were sleeping soundly on the roof holding wooden guns.
"Wake up." Griffith slapped their heads with his sword scabbard and shouted sternly.
The villagers woke up immediately and looked at the trainee knight in horror. It took them a while to react:
"Sir, what happened? Are the goblins coming up?"
"No, but if the goblins come, neither of you two fools will survive," Griffith cursed softly, "Be vigilant and hold on until the morning and you will be safe. I will go nearby to see if anyone can Come and switch shifts with you.”
After leaving the sentry post, Griffiths touched his way back from the roof and the wall.
In this dark place, the trainee knight could barely see ahead and stopped to look around in surprise from time to time.
In the summer mountain village, there is not even the annoying sound of insects, as if all living things have fled into the dark distance. The weak summer wind blew on my face, and there was a bone-deep chill lingering behind my back.
Griffith felt more and more alarmed as he walked. Being accustomed to the intense heat and vitality in the military camp, suddenly coming to this strange mountain village really made people feel like there were ferocious monsters behind every corner and every shadow.
The elf who fought with him not long ago disappeared silently, like a phantom that never existed.
Griffith felt very scared in his heart. Compared with this strange and strange darkness, the critical scene of fighting the goblins was really not that good.
At this time, a fishy smell penetrated the nasal cavity. There were hurried voices in the darkness. I saw a spark of fire at the corner, where several villagers were gathering.
"What happened?" Griffith felt bad and immediately jumped off the wall.
The villagers were startled. It took them a while to see that it was the trainee knight who was helping. Then someone said:
"The dead Robertos was the brother of the village chief. His wife asked us to collect him and the corpses of several deceased people in a cool cellar. We originally put them in the hut over there, but we just arrived When we were looking for it, we found that there was one body missing. We are asking if anyone moved it."
"What time is it now?" Griffith's face darkened and he asked hurriedly, "How long until daybreak?"
"One o'clock at midnight, three and a half hours until dawn."
"Inform the village chief and ask everyone to take up arms," Griffith said. "Light the torch and call everyone up. Go!"
The villagers ran away in panic. Griffith turned around and ran towards the cabin where the adventure team was resting.
The young men were placed in a vacant hut not far from the main entrance of the village, making it impossible to find them. The trainee knight, armed with a long sword and a short ax, strode to the door of the hut without knocking, and kicked the door directly.
There was a scream from the people in the room, and two girls, the boxer Wulan and the trainee nun, got up from the floor in panic.
"Where are Swordsman Andy and Mr. Isis?" Griffith asked, and then added, "If necessary, pick up weapons."
The two girls seemed to be awakened from their sleep just after falling asleep. They pointed blankly to the room in the back room:
"Mr. Isis bandaged Badu's wound and then went to treat the villagers. Andy stayed inside to take care of Badu."
Griffith nodded and immediately walked to the back room. At this time, the night wind blew into the room, as softly as a silk scarf brushing across the face, but it carried an indescribable bloody stench.
The stench flowed out from the cracks in the wooden door of the inner room, as if there were a roomful of dead rats inside. Griffith suddenly turned pale and subconsciously raised his sword.
Suddenly, the wooden door was slammed open, and a huge black shadow rushed towards the trainee knight.
"ah--!"
The two girls behind him screamed. Before Griffith could see clearly what was coming towards him, the black figure was already biting him like a mountain bear.
The trainee knight pushed the long sword lying horizontally in his hand and cut it into the black shadow's neck. At the same time, a thick giant claw had already swept towards him.
Griffith quickly blocked it with the ax in his left hand, and then flew towards the wall.
"Bang!"
The trainee knight wearing double armor slapped the earth wall hard, causing the hut to tremble.
Griffith felt dizzy for a while, but he still hurriedly raised his sword and stabbed forward. The huge black shadow had already rushed towards the sharp sword tip.
There was a strange feeling on the long sword, like it was piercing into rotten wood. The black image fluttered twice and then stopped moving, like a butterfly nailed to a specimen.
At this time, Griffith saw the face of the black shadow clearly.
The distorted face could barely be identified as Badu's. The corners of his mouth and nose had rotted away, exposing his ferocious gums and nasal bones. His bronze body became pitch black and smelly, as rotten and hideous as a dead body that had been buried underground for several days. The hands holding the ax were deformed, with sharp nails growing out like the claws of a raptor, and even a piece of it was inserted into the armor on Griffith's back shoulder.
The two girls in the adventurer team stood there as if they were petrified, unable to believe that their companions would become like this.
Griffith pushed away the rotting corpse and found that Badu's abdomen was even more fishy and ferocious, and the rot seemed to be spreading to the whole body from there.
This is a corpse that should have been dead long ago. Why is it still attacking me? Griffith felt shocked and dizzy in front of this incredible sight, but years of fighting allowed him to withstand the impact and quickly regained his senses.
No matter how scary it is, it can't be compared to that Behemoth. The trainee knight didn't have time to take a closer look, so he drew his sword and looked into the inner room.
There seemed to be a puddle of water on the dark indoor floor. Griffith lit the small oil lamp on the table outside and shined inside.
There was a filthy little bed in this small little room. Pieces of bones, broken internal organs, and pieces of meat were scattered on the floor, and black blood was flowing outward. There is also a round thing at the foot of the bed.
Griffith walked around carefully and saw the thing clearly by the firelight.
This is the head of young swordsman Andy.
There were bite marks on his neck, and his head was torn off from his body and thrown here, together with the bone fragments and stumps on the ground, forming the last thing he had left in this world.
how so……
Griffith pressed his forehead and took two steps back to lean against the wall, when he suddenly heard a shrill scream from beside him.
The scream didn't even sound like a human scream. Seeing the mutilated body of their companion, Ulan and the trainee nun tore their cheeks and screamed. Their eyes were bloodshot and distorted, and they didn't look like humans. Their fingernails dug blood marks on their faces but they didn't notice it.
The companion from a few hours ago turned into a walking corpse and ate another companion... Witnessing such a scene, both girls lost control.
"Follow me." Griffith called to the two men. But they were completely indifferent, completely immersed in fear and madness.
The trainee knight shook his head and ran towards the door.
The village was in chaos, and the screams were mixed with a strange roar, making it impossible to identify the sound made by the monster.
