Wait, there's no direct evidence that he's driving Isis and Rudias. I have to think carefully to see if there are any omissions.
Griffith stood up and walked along the edge of the castle, soothing his tense nerves and adjusting his thoughts.
Having lived at the Magic Academy for a while, he was used to the comfortable uniforms and robes. This time the camping school agreed to let Shutoral wear armor, so Griffith wore the double-layered mail and plate armor issued by the school for the first time in a long time. He also wore a long sword and dagger on his waist, and a cover on the outside. A thick cloak that is both warm and reassuring.
While he was thinking about the problem, he deftly opened the bushes to check for any outsiders. He has done similar actions countless times over the past few years. From several camps on the eastern front to the walls of Homonworth, he knows exactly where the soil is softer and where the stone walls are about to collapse.
Although most of the time nothing is gained, for Griffith, no gain is the biggest gain.
The rocky slope on the southwest side of the Keep is relatively gentle, and the builders back then also built a short wall under the city wall. As time went by, this low wall also collapsed a lot. The slope under the low wall is very secluded, and the winding vines have not withered in the heavy snow, giving it a unique look. Griffith inexplicably began to dream about the night walking with Galadia, and his mind couldn't help but become active.
Concentrate, concentrate! Why do I get distracted so easily now?
The trainee knight followed the almost disappearing outer wall to a section of low stone wall. Underneath the stone wall was originally a slope deliberately cleared from the huge rock, but in the comfortable era a large number of wild grapevines had grown here. From here he could see the endless whispering forest, and there seemed to be some illusory shadows wandering between the dark treetops and the sky.
The snow from the Whispering Forest to the Keeper's Keep was very flat, and there were no traces of creatures walking through it under the moonlight... Griffith looked at the route he took during the day, and it was impossible to identify the footprints he had left there because of the snow.
Griffith took a gentle breath of the cool night air. The wind is a little different today, a little familiar, huh.
He had surveyed the terrain in the evening and knew that down there lay a slope of scrub and grass. According to his habit, he used the scabbard in his hand to push aside the vines under his feet and looked down the slope...
The densely packed small footprints on the soft soil extended one after another from the slope below, even trampling down several shrubs.
Griffith's mind suddenly went blank.
It's not like he hasn't considered this situation. Even night patrols are based on certain assumptions.
However, when densely packed footprints appeared in front of him, he couldn't believe for a moment that he could see the scene in front of him here, in the center of the civilized world——
The footprints of a large group of goblins.
They were obviously well-organized. They somehow avoided the warning circle below, climbed up from the hidden path on the cliffside, and jumped here with the help of the view blocked by the bushes.
How did they get past the outer security circle and familiars without being discovered! ?
Griffith's heart trembled, and his brain even went blank briefly. He noticed that under the stone wall where he stood, the soil had sunk deeply, and the enemy had climbed up from his position.
Warning! Be warned! Galadia, Sonia, and their classmates are scattered in the tent without any precautions! The professors are also doing their own things in the tents on the other side of the Rock Castle!
Griffith hurriedly stepped back, turned around and prepared to rush back.
"Dear Sir, is there anything you need our help with?" A voice sounded from around the corner, and Griffith turned around like lightning.
A dozen brownie elves in cloaks were pushing the cart around the corner and pushing it towards this side with difficulty. These weak and obedient creatures are responsible for taking care of the manors and flower fields near the castle on a daily basis. Today, they are also responsible for luggage, food, accommodation and various chores when they go camping.
"What are you doing here?" Griffith put his hand on the hilt of his sword and asked warily.
"Sir, we received instructions from the kitchen to send a batch of ingredients to prepare tomorrow's breakfast," Brownie, who was walking at the front, replied.
"Your number?"
"No. 2887, sir."
Brownie, who replied, was wearing the brown labor uniform of Homemon Watts. He looked up at Griffith and spoke clearly and smoothly. Behind it, Brownie struggled to push the cart and followed behind without saying a word.
Perhaps because of the cold weather, the brownies all wrapped themselves in thick cloaks and scarves and walked quietly towards the trainee knights.
Something is wrong! When Griffith faced these short creatures, he broke out in cold sweat, and even the operation of his brain was a little jerky.
"Wait," Griffith put his hand on the hilt of his sword, "Stop! Leave the things where they are, I want to check."
Brownie, the leader, said calmly:
"Do it."
…
Before he finished speaking, a dozen brownies in the cart pulled off the cloaks that covered their heads and faces, pulled out a handful of shining sharp knives from their arms, and rushed towards Griffith with their ferocious faces revealed.
Their whole bodies are covered with dark green wrinkled skin, black and yellow fangs grow crookedly in their mouths, and their bulging eyes are full of greed and madness.
Goblin!
Griffith drew his sword and chopped down one of them with lightning speed, then reached out to grab the other one and twisted its neck, and reached out to grab the police whistle on its neck.
The whistle got stuck in a gap in the cold armor and couldn't be pulled out. Damn it!
Griffith suddenly broke out in cold sweat, and he shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Enemy attack!"
Almost at the same time, four or five goblins silently surrounded him from the left and right, and stabbed him in the waist, kidneys and knees with sharp blades. Several other goblins were already approaching his back with swords in their hands, blocking the road leading to the inner circle of the castle.
They occupy positions in a certain order, but when activated, they are as rigorous as a precise clockwork.
Such skillful cooperation, the goblins actually have such elite soldiers! Griffith was shocked and hurriedly retreated, but was still stabbed several times in the waist and legs.
The trainee knight turned around and jumped towards the bush slope below. He tumbled and fell into the bushes and grass, rolling down the slope.
"Escaped so fast," the only Brownie watched Griffith's tall figure disappear into the vines, waving his hand nonchalantly, "The whole army attacked, the target is those noble ladies, don't be obsessed with fighting, and are not allowed to enjoy the spoils. ."
The speechless goblins roared and rushed over immediately. At this time, a large group of goblins also poured out from behind the corner. Their bodies were thickly smeared with ointment, and they followed closely behind with sharp blades and short spears in hand.
"Squad leader, you lead a team to kill that human warrior," Brownie No. 2887 stopped a muscular goblin and spoke. "He took a few blows and couldn't run far."
"Jie Jie Jie Jie!" The stronger Goblin let out a strange cry and jumped into the vineyard with a dagger in hand. Eleven goblins followed, chasing in the direction where Griffith escaped.
…
It hurts, but luckily I have double armor.
Griffith's heavy armor blocked the attack just now, allowing him to save his kidneys and thighs.
However, he did not carry a short spear or shield, and even only two daggers.
Too lax. If he were patrolling on the eastern battlefield, Griffith would definitely be fully armed. But the short period of peaceful life actually made him relax. After arriving at Homemonworth, he only carried a long sword and a few daggers on night patrols.
Although this is bound by school rules, if Griffith is willing, he can still find a way to bring more weapons.
Now is not the time to regret, you must annihilate the pursuers as soon as possible and return to the library! Griffith, sword in hand, walked through the dense bushes. The footsteps of a dozen goblins were not far away from him.
"Jie Jie Jie!" The first Goblin jumped out of the bush and stabbed Griffith with a dagger.
The trainee knight stabbed the goblin with his sword, taking advantage of his length to kill the goblin first. At the same time, two goblins appeared on both sides of him, one on the left and one on the right.
The same old routine... Griffith swung his sword to chop off the enemy's head on his right side, raised his left hand to block the Goblin's slash with his gauntlet, twisted its arm off with his backhand and threw it to the ground, then stepped on it and turned it into flesh. mud.
The fourth, fifth, and sixth enemies came one after another. Griffith grabbed the dagger left by the Goblin with his left hand and threw it towards the enemy in the middle, and then stabbed the enemy at the front with his sword.
The sixth goblin, who had lost the cover of his companions, was stunned for a moment. Griffith drew out his sword and swung it towards its head, sending its head and the short spear in its hand flying away.
"Killed 6, how many more are left?" Griffith casually picked up two daggers and a short spear, and continued to run towards the other side.
…
Sonia closed the thick book, pinched her forehead, and asked Galadia, who was looking out of the window: "I seem to hear something."
The elf was looking at the dark night sky outside the tent with doubts on his face, then turned to look at the blonde girl: "Sonia, have you heard Brownie's cry?"
"Um?"
"Pfft~" Fiona, who was sitting at the other end of the long table, smiled, "Would you like to give it a try?"
Lana quickly grabbed Brownie No. 1412, who was about to push the car away, and looked at the ladies present: "What kind of scream do you want to hear?"
"Hey~ don't bully others, I'll just tell you!" Fiona patted Lana's head gently.
"Where did Griffith say he went?" Sonia felt inexplicably that she was not smiling at all. "I remember he seemed to have said that the patrol route tonight was on the outer wall."
"Well," Galadia took off the long coat from the hanger, "I'll go outside and take a look, you guys..."
Before she could finish her words, a panicked voice came from outside the tent. The owner of the voice seemed to be a familiar faculty member, but she couldn't remember it at the moment.
"Mountain monster!"
"A mountain monster ran in!"
"Help!"
That day, the school brought back the corpse of the terrifying mountain monster and placed it in the hallway. Everyone saw it when they returned to their dormitories after studying. Huge, ugly corpses oozing pus nearly blocked the door. Many girls had nightmares for several days.
This terrifying exclamation echoed in the winter night, frightening everyone scattered in the various tents.
Sonia stood up suddenly, grabbed her textbook at a loss, then put it down and took out her wand. Galadia jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, spun around twice and found that she was defenseless except for her wand. The others screamed and fled in confusion. Many unlucky ones tripped over tables, chairs and other objects.
Shutoral, including Rana, in this tent only had a small amount of arms and armor. They hurriedly pulled out their swords from under their robes and held them in their hands.
"Let's leave here and go to the professor's camp." Sonia suggested after thinking quickly.
The junior students gathered in the library immediately took their wands and swarmed out of the tent.
Although the building of Watchfort is dilapidated, it is still a large rock fortress. There was a path through the gardens between the tent and the main castle where the professor was. There are several marble arches set up at intervals on the top of the path, and vines and dead trees hanging with snow climb on them to form a quiet path.
"Quickly, walk along this way," Lana quickly looked around and noticed the terrifying huge figure of the mountain monster. He must have not arrived here yet. He only had a layer of mail on his body, and he had no long weapons except a sword. If he faced the strong mountain monster one-on-one, Lana felt that he would definitely die.
The only way is to quickly seek shelter in the main castle.
Galadia left the panicked crowd, grabbed the vines on the stone pillar and jumped up nimbly, jumping lightly onto the curved arch.
So quiet! Galadia glanced at the quiet garden in confusion. There was no sound after the warning sound just now, and the person who issued the alarm was not seen.
Did he go somewhere else after raising the alarm? If so, it was too quiet, as if we were the only ones hearing the alarm.
A prank? Galadia calmed down and carefully examined the garden everyone was passing through.
Suddenly she noticed a large group of child-sized figures jumping into the flowers and swooping at the crowd running towards the main castle from all directions.
"Trap!" Galadia screamed, "Everyone, come back quickly! This is a trap!"
Sonia heard Galadia's shout and hurriedly stopped and looked around. But the lush plants blocked her view, making it impossible to see any danger nearby. Only the elf girl waved and shouted to them desperately from the tall stone pillar.
The warning was completely ignored by the hurried crowd. Sonia was knocked aside by a boy who was running away in a hurry and almost fell into the flowers.
She struggled hastily to stand up. The dense vines and shrubs caught her gorgeous robe, and it took a lot of effort to break free. Just as she was about to run in the direction of Galadia, a hand suddenly grabbed her slender shoulder.
Sonia turned around and saw a withered and slender hand tightly grasping the robe on her left shoulder. A hideous and ugly head with pointed ears emerged from behind Teng Man, looking at him with malicious eyes.
"Ah!" Sonia, who was unprepared, screamed in fright and desperately tried to break free. Right here, several green hands stretched out the vines and grabbed her beautiful blond hair and robe.
"Unfold the frost...
"Expand Frost Configuration 6; Shape, Spike; Stack, Throw!" Sonia, who was being pulled, chanted hurriedly, almost biting her own tongue, but she still finished in the chaos. An ice spike condensed from the tip of the wand and penetrated the throat of a goblin with a "whoosh" sound.
Success? !
Before Sonia could be happy, several other goblins had already pushed her to the ground.
"Expand Frost Configuration 6..."
The girl, whose mind was almost blank, said hastily, but there was no response from her psychic energy. The chant was doomed from the start.
what happened? Oh, by the way, there is a 15-second cooling interval between the same subject's spells! I'm so stupid. Sonia almost broke her teeth in regret.
A goblin snatched her wand from her hand and gave it a strong snap. The connection between her mind and the wand was instantly interrupted, and Sonia almost fainted from the sudden mental shock.
The goblin grabbed her arms and legs and dragged her into the dense vines little by little.
