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, like a human being or an unseen beast.
Griffith couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling for a while, turned over and jumped onto the nearby roof. As soon as he climbed onto the roof, he saw a figure flashing past in the darkness, and he subconsciously grabbed it. This grasp was in vain, and his wrist was pulled and spun, causing his body to be lifted up into the air and thrown 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-layered heavy armor, and smashed through the roof with a bang, bringing straw and beams with him. Fell in together.
The vigorous figure suddenly lost its footing, but its movements were flawless. It rolled and spun like a cat, dexterously adjusted its landing posture, and landed firmly on the trainee knight's body.
"Ouch——!"
The heavy blow to the ground and the squeeze on his abdomen almost made Griffith throw up his stomach. Before he could recover from the shattering fall, the figure stepping on him had already twisted his wrist, grabbed the sword, and pointed it at his throat.
The cold sword edge suffocated the air.
"Ah! 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, the living zombies are coming to eat our brains soon!" The elf took a step off 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, the corpses of some villagers disappeared at midnight." Griffith struggled to get up, ignoring the pain 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 this evil deed, 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 - alas!"
Griffith suddenly felt that once he and Galadia started talking, it would be a bit endless. In such a chaotic state, two people standing in a dilapidated farmhouse with no vision, talking to each other, are simply losing their minds!
The trainee knight swallowed this feeling, turned around and walked outside the house. He had just pushed open the wooden door of the hut when a dark figure suddenly squeezed through the crack of the door, grinning and biting the wrist that opened the door for him.
"Dang!" 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 with a dagger. He raised the ax in his left hand and smashed it hard at the black shadow. Black Shadow's head was hit hard, exploding like a watermelon, and 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 were wandering through the village. They still maintain a human outline, but their forelimbs have become swollen and elongated, and they often run on all fours like jackals. The teeth and nails have mutated into sharp sawtooth and dagger shapes, and can even easily climb up roofs and walls.
These monsters are both humans and goblins. At first they only appeared sporadically, but within a few minutes they were already attacking and preying in groups.
The apprentice knight and elf walked for a while and realized that it was very dangerous to be exposed. Those monsters wandering in the darkness will jump out from the darkness in the corner and attack at any time. It seems that the only safe place is to escape from the village and hide in the woods.
Galadia quickly looked around the woods, seeming to be thinking about a way out. 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, his equipment was severely damaged, and his physical strength had only recovered by 40 to 50%. He was not sure he could survive while escaping.
The two of them cover each other and run all the way, and can easily kill the monsters they occasionally encounter along the way. However, it didn't take long before the hordes of monsters began to pay attention to their whereabouts and began to chase them 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 hammered on the wooden door of the big house in front of him. The village chief's bald head poked out from inside. 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 people appearing alive and came over to hold 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, Ulan 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 very alienated. It is useless to shrink. We have to try to rescue more people."
Before Wulan could have a seizure, there were already heavy knocks outside the door, mixed with terrifying roars. A group of living corpses rushed outside the gate, trying to break in.
The villagers were in chaos. Griffith pulled out his long sword, opened the strong wooden door to 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 pressed his body against the door, holding a sword in his right hand and stabbing outside. The flesh and black blood of living corpses flew everywhere.
After a few minutes, there was silence outside the door. One body after another formed 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 room, and everyone who had not been able to help looked at the bloodied trainee knight with various expressions. Finally, the village chief said, "Maybe we should barricade the door and wait until daybreak."
"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 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 room did not dare to turn on the lights and sat down in silence.
Isis was taking care of the wounded, Ulan was sitting with Pacifica, a trainee nun, and the village chief was huddled with the villagers. Everyone just sat in silence waiting for dawn.
Griffith sat not far from Elf. As a Sequence 9 Extraordinary, although his physical strength exceeds that of ordinary people, it is despairing to not be able to rest in such a continuous battle. Unconsciously, he fell into a deep sleep.
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, making people feel very strange.
There were also indecipherable whispers, as if someone was speaking, but also like a curse. The sound seemed to be some kind of ancient secret language, the meaning of which was incomprehensible.
"Wake up quickly."
There was a clear whisper in 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 apprentice knight quietly stood up obediently and followed the elf to the kitchen near the living room. Galadia carefully checked the corners and the bottom of 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 he immediately had his own answer, "Is the target 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 mages of the Arcane Council have a hard time doing it," the elf hesitated for a moment, then said He came out, "I came to this village because according to the guidance of the prophecy, I had to 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 the faint 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 could it be?" Griffith glanced at everyone in the living room hastily, "Why do you say that?"
"It's very simple~" Galadia patted his head, "After the living corpse appeared, I kept 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 Knows everything about my whereabouts."
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 boxer girl Ulan's throat. Then she stood up and staggered toward the door, muttering unintelligible words.
"Ulan, what's wrong?" the trainee nun asked in panic. Immediately afterwards, she saw her companions begin to frantically push open the desk 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 strong bow like lightning, pointing the bow 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 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 moment.
"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 trainee nun screamed and hit the elf with the wooden stick in her hand.
Before she could swing her wooden stick down, a strong hand had already grabbed her wrist, easily knocking 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 pitiful screams and ran towards the elf who looked the most powerful. In the chaos, Griffith suddenly changed 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 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 demolished the wooden door and small window, and the rotten and rotten arms got into the cracked gaps.
"For the last time, stop the living corpse." Griffith said coldly, and the hand that locked Isis's throat would 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's chin and twisted it with lightning speed. The mage apprentice screamed and his jaw was dislocated.
Spies and conspirators of all races have a habit of hiding poison in their teeth. When they are caught, they just need to bite a false tooth hard and the deadly poison can save them from the subsequent pain.
As a member of the Eastern Legion, Griffith has participated in many arrests and interrogations of spies. Breaking their jaws is the only effective way. However, having a lot of experience doesn’t mean you can always get it right.
Isis's face suddenly turned purple, and foam poured out of the corners of her mouth. His poison is so deadly that it takes 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. There were chaotic footsteps outside the house, going away in different directions.
