"Ugh!" A gangster holding a dagger jumped out of the darkness and stabbed Lana in the waist.
The dagger hit the armor, and then slid aside along the arc. Lana grabbed the gangster's head, twisted it with a click and threw it aside.
"Don't come over! Don't come over!" A thin gangster waved a broken knife and shouted against the cold wall.
Four bodies lay on the ground around him. Equipped with crossbows and daggers, these people lurked around a corner and attacked the Shutoral team.
However, their inferior weapons could not even leave a scratch on the armor. Before the gangsters could react, Shutoral's team killed most of them.
"Surrender or die." Griffith pulled out a hemp rope and waved it towards the remaining gangster.
With no way to escape, the gangster clenched his teeth and stared at Griffith in front of him with a pair of bright eyes under the firelight. Then, the gangster raised his dagger, shouted, and rushed towards Griffith.
"Hey!"
The armored trainee knight easily dodged aside, grabbed the gangster's delicate arm and twisted it gently. The little man screamed and fell heavily to the ground.
"Where did you find these brats?" Murat glanced at the gangsters on the ground, "They look like they are only twelve or thirteen years old."
"You can join the City Massacre Gift Pack if you are over ten years old. Twelve or thirteen years old is not young," Lana said while wiping his sword on the corpse. "It's just that he is relatively thin."
Griffith twisted the little man's hands behind his back, quickly tied them into a tight knot, and then lifted them from the muddy water to Ophelia: "Do you have anything to ask?"
"No~ there's nothing wrong with an ambush of this level," Ophelia tilted her head, "Apart from the first few groups of people who are stronger, the later groups are just simple children!"
"The lackeys of the nobles! I'm going to kill you, kill you!" the little man screamed. Before he could yell a few words, Griffith brought him back to him and pressed his neck with both hands.
The sharp yell of the little man who was still yelling suddenly disappeared. A strong hand was pressing on his neck, and the cold steel penetrated into his bones with the chill of death.
Among the dead bodies on the ground, a head that had been screwed behind its back was staring at this side with empty eyes.
Trembling passed down his hands. Griffith watched indifferently as the teeth of the little man in front of him were striking up and down rapidly, and then the thin body began to tremble, as if he had malaria.
"We're carrying this, it might be useful." Griffith put the little man down.
"Aye~!" The trainee knights agreed without any surprise.
…
The Shutoral team has gone deep into the sewers. According to the estimated distance based on the previous map, there will be no place for the Cook gang to hide.
"You must attack the mage immediately." Ophelia scanned the surroundings vigilantly. She seemed to have good vision in the dark. "The opponent is a fallen mage. This kind of person has not been systematically trained but may have special attack spells. , but defense is often not a strength.”
"My dagger will kill him immediately," Rana said. "The space here is small, and the encounters will not be too far apart. I will not let him have the opportunity to recite the spell."
"Kill all the lackeys of the nobles!" Suddenly there was a roar in the darkness, followed by the sound of chaotic footsteps stepping on the water and rushing towards this direction.
"Oh, here we come!" Ophelia bent her bow and arrow, and shot it with lightning speed. In the darkness, as soon as a man turned around the intersection, he was shot through the eye and fell to the ground.
"Charge! Kill!" A burly man, holding a giant ax and wearing mail armor, ran out surrounded by a group of minions of all sizes.
"Attack, be careful of the mage hidden in the crowd!" Griffins raised his short gun and nailed a gangster to the ground. "Armored Cook is here!"
The other apprentice knights immediately threw their daggers, threw their spears or fired their bows and arrows with great agility. The gangsters armed with all kinds of weapons fell on the spot like wheat fields blown by the wind.
"Kill!" Boss Cook, the strongest and the only one wearing armor, had two daggers stuck in his body and was slashing with a big ax.
Griffith held the gun above his head with both hands, and stabbed Cook's left shoulder from the top of the shield.
The armor-piercing spearhead tore through the armor's defense with one blow, piercing Cook's strong shoulder and exiting from behind.
"Oh~" Cook, who was shouting and fighting fiercely, suddenly stopped shouting. He grabbed the head of the spear that pierced his shoulder blade, and raised the ax to strike at Murat's shield.
Griffiths had quick eyes and quick hands, and then he spun the short spear in his hand. Severe pain exploded on his shoulder with splashes of blood and flesh. Cook's whole body trembled, and the blow against the shield became weak and weak.
Murat blocked the blow and bumped forward. Cook was knocked to the ground immediately, and even his ax fell into the sewage.
Griffith pulled out his short gun and stabbed Cook into his open mouth.
"Woo! Wu Wu Wu!" The little prisoner who was tied behind struggled and shouted desperately. But his hands were tied and his mouth was stuffed with rags, so he could only make muffled sounds.
Cook, who was more than two meters tall, had his throat pierced by the gun tip.
"Have you seen him use his powers?" Lana asked while stabbing a gangster who was rushing over.
"No." Everyone shook their heads together.
The 12 Cook gang members who launched a counterattack were annihilated without causing any losses to the Shutoral team.
"Stay alert, it's not over yet." Griffith pulled the rope and pulled the tightly tied little man to the front. "You go ahead and see if there are any survivors inside."
The gagged little man was pushed forward. Griffith patted his shoulder with the cold gun blade, "This is your chance to survive, lead the way from the front."
Until now, the fallen mage has not appeared. The danger in such a shadow made the Shutorals even more vigilant.
Finally, on a dry platform in the sewer, the Shutorals found two figures huddled together. With the faint light, Griffith and the others could barely see clearly the gorgeous clothes and trembling bodies of the two people.
"We are trainee knights of the Guards, here to save you," Ophelia shouted hiding behind Griffith, "Baron, Baroness, are you? Please raise your head and let us see your Face."
The couple holding each other continued to tremble. The baron raised his head and glanced at the five rescuers wearing iron armor: "Yes, I am."
"Ha, great," Ophelia sighed, "Are you injured? Can you move?"
"I... our feet were frostbitten," the baron trembled even more, not sure whether it was because of fear or excitement, "that fallen mage did it."
"Keep walking to the Baron," Griffith patted the little man on the shoulder.
There were no traps around the Baron and his wife, but their ankles were shackled to the ground by silver-white shackles, making them unable to move.
"It's ice, shackles made of ice," Lana looked up and said, "Give me the torch."
The two torches were handed over, and Lana and Medienmaia carefully thawed them at the ankles of the Baron and his wife. Others stood guard around them.
"Where is the fallen mage?" Griffith asked.
"After he locked us up, he left and went further inside," Baron Caen hugged his wife, looking slightly relaxed. "Earlier, the gangsters tried to dig an escape route. I don't know if they succeeded. .”
"It probably didn't succeed," Griffith pointed at the direction where Cook and others fell. "We killed their boss."
"Shh! Don't talk!" Ophelia suddenly raised her index finger and made a silent gesture.
The scene immediately fell silent. There was a rustling sound coming from the dark sewer, and it seemed like something was moving towards this side.
Several bright torches appeared in the passage, and the firelight illuminated a piece of bright yellow armor. Two teams of city defense troops ran towards this side quickly.
"Hey! Guys, you're late!" Ophelia shouted triumphantly, "but the big mouse is still in the hole."
"Sgt. Rex of the city defense force came to report. Commander Cody asked us to accept your command." The city defense force led by him saluted the Shutorals.
"Very good, we are short of manpower," Griffith and Ophelia looked at each other, "arrange a few people to take the baron, his wife and the prisoners to retreat first, and the remaining people will go in with us to capture the fallen mage. .”
At this moment, a fierce and violent aura spread from the darkness.
"Beast? Not exactly, it's mixed with human scent," Ophelia sniffed in surprise, "It might also be a product of some kind of black magic. It's in that darkness."
Two fiery red lights appeared in the darkness, like torches, carrying a fishy smell.
"What is this? A fireball?" Lana looked at it carefully for a while, but he didn't think it looked like it.
Two groups of red lights flickered from time to time, faintly approaching the crowd slowly. The blood-red core turned out to be like a pupil.
"Mouse!" Ophelia suddenly shouted, bent her bow and shot an arrow towards the red light.
Before everyone could understand what was happening, the red light suddenly flashed towards the wall on one side, and then rushed towards the soldiers.
A giant black rat, bigger than a mountain bear, opened its bloody mouth and bit off the head of a city defense soldier in one bite.
Without being reminded, everyone present used all the weapons they could find to smash at the giant rat.
Lana threw the throwing knife at lightning speed. But the sharp blade deflected directly after hitting the shiny black fur, causing no harm at all.
The giant rat that was attacked rushed into the crowd like lightning, knocking a group of city defense troops to pieces.
Murat waved his big shield and slammed at the giant rat that ran past him.
"DUANG!"
Indescribable fluctuations spread, and all the soldiers nearby staggered. The giant rat was also knocked to the ground, its fiery red eyes dull.
Griffith resisted the dizziness, stepped forward with the gun and stabbed the red eye hard.
"Squeak!" The giant rat screamed like an ordinary rat, and its long tail, which was comparable to a crocodile's tail, swept over.
Griffith felt like he was flying out like a cloud, hitting the cold wall and being unable to move for a while.
Midianmeiya roared, swung the shovel in his hand and thrust it hard into the other eye. The blood-red eyeballs exploded on the spot.
The giant rat, which had lost its eyes, began to wildly swing its huge tail and attack in all directions, while opening its bloody mouth and roaring.
Midianmaia and Lana swarmed forward, grabbed the giant rat and tried to pin it to the ground. But the monster was far more powerful than both of them, and it shook them off in the blink of an eye. Murat had quick eyesight and quick hands. The moment the two were thrown away, he hit the giant rat in the face with his shield.
Another dizzying wave came, and the strong giant rat was stunned for a while again.
Ophelia calmed down, took out an arrow engraved with flaming magic patterns from her quiver, bent the bow and shot it into the mouth of the giant rat. After shooting this arrow, Ophelia put her head in her hands and rolled on the spot.
"spread!"
Before anyone else could react, a "boom" exploded from the giant rat's mouth. The sharp fangs mixed with flesh and blood flew everywhere, and a large piece of the city defense troops who could not dodge fell on the spot.
"Kill it!" Murat was closest to the monster, but miraculously stood up first. He looked at the sticky flesh and broken teeth all over his body, drew out his sword and stabbed the giant rat that was still twitching.
"Huh~ The fur of this thing is good." Murat turned the long sword inserted into the giant rat's head, "Hey! Griffith, are you still alive? Move if you are alive."
"I, I finally returned to the capital of the world alive..." Ophelia stood up from the sewage and flesh and blood in embarrassment, and wiped her faceplate that was smeared with something unknown, "I didn't do it for Fighting such a bad fight!”
Before the other Shutoral could laugh out loud, the belly of the dead giant rat suddenly began to squirm violently, as if there was a naughty child hiding under the quilt.
"Mura! Get out of the way!"
The giant rat's belly exploded, and countless rats of all sizes flew out from inside. Each one of them stared with scarlet eyes and rushed towards the people present.
Screams and roars suddenly rang out, and all Shutoral who were still able to stand wildly waved their weapons and struck at the black rats pouring out.
"Bang!" The first little mouse that was killed exploded, releasing a cloud of white cold air. The surrounding sewage was immediately frozen into hard ice. The densely packed little mice exploded into white ice mist.
"Oops! That's bad!" Ophelia watched as a ball of ice mist exploded, and it happened to stick to the gap in her face mask, blocking her sight. Immediately afterwards, she lost consciousness before she understood what happened.
…
One after another, the injured were carried out of the sewer on stretchers.
Whether it was Shutoral or the city defense army, their clothes and armor were covered with thick flesh and mud, and these dirty things were frozen and stuck to their bodies.
"Five Scitorals were injured, one of the twenty-five city defense troops was killed, and thirteen were injured." The on-site commander Cody reported to Chief Heinz with a black line on his face, "I'm sorry, although the Baron was rescued Couple, but you also let your Shutoral elite fight such a bad battle."
"They suffered a loss but are still alive." Cavalry Commander Heinz Wilhelm spread his hands. "Don't say these useless things. Send your city defense troops down quickly and be sure to catch this damn mage."
Not far away from them, a messy Ophelia limped towards the pool on the far corner of the street. A city defense force responsible for security tried to come up to help her, but was refused.
"How is the injury of the trainee knight?" a medical officer asked this obviously female Shutoral.
Ophelia moved her arms with difficulty, and then pointed to her frozen visor. The medical officer frowned and looked at the frozen dirt, shook his head and walked away.
"Hoo~!" Ophelia came to the pool at the corner of the street, picked up a bucket of water and poured it on herself, then turned around and leaned against the corner to rest.
A group of city defense troops ran past her, heading towards the sewer entrance where the battle had just ended.
Ophelia, who looked exhausted both physically and mentally, looked at the soldiers passing by, stood up with difficulty, and walked alone towards the secluded alley.
"Where are you going?" A somewhat familiar silent voice sounded from behind.
Ophelia turned her head and saw Griffith, who was also covered in mess, standing not far behind her.
Ophelia spread her hands helplessly and pointed at the visor frozen in ice.
Griffith walked over completely nonchalantly, came to Ophelia's side and continued to move forward with her: "What do you think?
"The fallen mage hiding in the sewers has such a powerful familiar, and he is also very skilled in ice magic. He has such strength, why didn't he cooperate with the Cook gang in using it at the beginning?"
Ophelia seemed unable to answer this question, and she just walked in silence. Seeing her silence, Griffith continued:
"Even if he has such strength, there is no chance of him being let go after causing so many casualties to us. The next ones to deal with him are the regular knights and the great knights.
"With the loss of his familiar, his only end is death.
"In that case, why not take advantage of the opportunity to take hostages and break out with the Cook gang while you still have the strength?"
Ophelia stopped where she was and looked up at Griffith who had taken off his helmet.
Nearby residents and city defense troops have gathered at the entrance near the sewer. The two of them just looked at each other in the quiet alley.
Ophelia lowered her head and gently touched Griffith's dented and damaged breastplate with her right hand, just like a girl touching her boyfriend's strong chest.
"Isn't this good~" Ophelia said in a strange voice, "The old cat has already caught the mouse but refused to eat it. Aren't they afraid that the mouse will bite him back?"
White frost spread on Griffith's chest armor at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At the same time, Griffith grasped "Ophelia's" wrist with lightning speed and flipped it over with a "click".
"Ah——!" The female mage wearing Ophelia's armor screamed in a low voice and collapsed to the ground.
Griffith reached out and pulled off the loose iron helmet, looking at the fallen female mage with a face full of pain.
"I'll give you a minute to convince me not to break your neck," Griffith grabbed the female mage's hands, raised them above her head, pinned them to the ground, and pressed his knees against her chest.
The appearance of the female mage being suppressed was beyond Griffith's expectation. Her face is quite round, with short brown hair. Her facial features are not beautiful but quite regular. Her shining eyes are full of life, and there is no sinister aura of learning ice and black magic.
"Kill me, the lackey of the nobles," the female mage looked at Griffith without fear, "if you kill me, thousands of brave people will stand up and overthrow this chaotic world! "
"I have no interest in your life. Your mental power is very weak and you are not a professionally trained mage. How did you master both frost magic and demonized giant rats at the same time?" Griffith seemed not to have heard her. Asked the same.
"..." The female mage was stunned for a moment, "I have a ring that allows me to use low-level ice spells several times every once in a while. The control of the familiar is given by others, and the connection with it is imprinted on my soul. On. The ring...I hang it on my chest with a rope."
Griffith held down the female mage's hand while taking off her armor and groping for you under her clothes.
The female mage turned her head and avoided Griffith's eyes: "This is my only valuable thing. If you take this away, you will let me go, right?"
"I have no interest in your life." Griffith found a pale bone ring from the female mage and looked at it curiously. "Let's go, cut off your spiritual connection with this ring, and give up ownership. Also, tell me the name of the person who gave you the familiar."
The bone ring seemed to have an invisible barrier, making it impossible for Griffith's consciousness to touch it.
"OK."
As soon as he finished speaking, endless murmurs suddenly poured out of the bone ring, wrapping Griffith's brain. The babble seemed to be calling for something, but no matter how hard I listened, I couldn't hear it clearly.
A large amount of messy information was tumbling in the trainee knight's head. He fell to the ground with a plop without even understanding what happened, and his whole body twitched.
"Bah! Lackey!" The female mage struggled to get out from under Griffith and kicked him hard.
The female mage silently looked at Griffith who was twitching on the ground. She suddenly snatched the ring back from his hand and held it in her palm. She said viciously: "Idiot, after you cancel the connection with me, the will of the Lord of the Rings can crush you." I won't give it to you, lackey! This is our hope to overthrow the old world. It is our power, my power!
"mine……
"baby!"
