"Griffith, attract it over and let the living corpse follow my actions!"
Galadia shouted, turned around and ran towards the earth dragon's cave first.
Griffith followed closely behind and ran around the spire of the altar to the other side. Swarms of cockroaches swarmed in, stretching in front and back into several belt-like lines.
Griffith turned around and threw out several secondary deceleration potions, and these big bugs immediately became a mess.
He then mobilized the runes and cast the "ice structure" spell on the ground, erecting a protective ice wall and covering the ground with smooth ice.
As soon as the giant alien orcs saw them escaping, they immediately stalked after them, almost slipping as soon as they stepped onto the ice.
But its power is extremely arrogant, and even the whole body is filled with aura that destroys the magic effect. With a little effort, it strode forward and rushed over without any hindrance.
It threw the giant scythe out of its hand. The black and yellow weapon swept by the strong wind, setting off a piece of broken ice and astonishing wind pressure.
Two living corpses suddenly rushed up from the side, blocking the projection of the giant scythe with their bodies, and they were cut off on the spot. The weapon that was blocked by this attack lost part of its power, and was then blocked by the ice wall again.
Although the defense was more successful this time, Griffith was hit again by the giant scythe. He rolled, smashed a low wall, and fell into a pile of broken bricks and rubble.
Before he could scramble towards a shelter, a furious orc had already punched him. Its fists were like millstones, and it clenched its hands and smashed downwards, its violent momentum surpassing thunder.
At the same time, Galadia had deftly jumped onto a nearby wooden shed. Beneath the wooden shed is the entrance to the earth dragon's cave, but three living corpses are crowded there, blocking the view.
She drew out her feather arrows and shot them out with her right hand like swift shadows.
Three arrows like falling stars struck one after another.
The first arrow hit the orc's right eye. The orc who was about to catch Griffith hurriedly raised his hand to block it, barely covering his eyes, but gave Griffith a chance to breathe and escape.
The second arrow hit the orc's ankle and penetrated the flesh. This powerful monster had to kneel down under this blow.
The third arrow did not aim at the orc, but shot towards the earth wall next to it. The originally shaky low wall suddenly collapsed, and the rising sand and dust cut off the sight of the orcs, hiding Griffith in the blur of smoke and dust.
These three arrows completed the functions of support, delay and cover in an instant. Not long ago, Galadia could only attack simply and directly. She has almost no experience in fierce battles. Even though she is stunningly beautiful, her understanding of the battlefield and her own abilities is shallow and naive. She is even in danger when facing goblins and cockroaches.
She is like a young child sitting on a huge fortune, completely unaware of the value of wealth and the dangers that come with it.
Until just now.
Seeing that Griffith was about to be caught and crushed, Galadia did not panic or act blindly. Instead, she continued to implement the original tactics and made extremely efficient judgments in the crisis, covering and containing them in one go. .
Although the orc's powerful body can withstand a large amount of damage, it is helpless in the face of such exquisite combos and coordination.
By the time it recovered from the pain in its ankle and the smoke and dust in the sky, Griffith had already distanced itself and was moving towards the next shelter, about to snipe again with the condensed ice gun.
Seeing the prey that was about to be captured escape, the orc roared in anger and unwillingness. It picked up the giant scythe, jumped up with its strong legs regardless of the pain and bleeding, sprinted towards the extremely threatening elf, and then jumped and slashed away.
Its terrifying explosive power set off strong winds and roared in. Just witnessing the momentum and frenzy of the assault would make one's heart burst. Although it has been weakened and suppressed by the rules of sealed objects, this blow is still like the pressure of the mountains and seas, and the wind changes dramatically.
Galadia saw the orcs attacking her head and face, but she bowed slightly, held back her breath, and stared at the overwhelming blow with her calm eyes.
Get out of the way! Griffith shouted anxiously in his heart. Before he could speak, the giant scythe roared down, and a strong wind whipped up around the nearby elf, turning into a light green shadow and dodging quickly.
"Boom!" The orcs hit the ground like stone bullets from a siege trebuchet. The wooden sheds and stone bricks near the impact point were all shattered and spattered in a ring.
Griffith watched as the elf hid towards him like lightning, and then a shock wave visible to the naked eye hit him, and the two of them were blown away in the blink of an eye like autumn leaves.
Broken masonry and wood fragments fell to the ground. Griffith's face was hit by sharp gravel, and he endured the pain and opened his eyes. Galadia's slender figure emerged from the storm, her beautiful long straight hair flying in the strong wind. The rubble was overwhelming, but it didn't touch her nimble figure at all.
She stood there coldly and elegantly, carefully avoiding the dust, gravel, and splattered wood chips like a frightened minister paying homage to the king. Even though he was at the center of the shock wave and debris, the elf was unscathed.
Her body was moving in an indescribable way. Although she was standing there, she seemed like an elusive phantom.
What strength and talent!
With just one or two battle experiences, she grew up from a tender age and showed amazing strength and talent. Compared with her, Griffith, who has experienced countless bloody battles, seems clumsy and mediocre.
If it had been anyone else, they would have gritted their teeth and stamped their feet angrily and unwillingly.
But Griffith didn't think so. His eyes shone brightly, and he watched with joy as the elf escaped from the impact and danger without incident, with its light and graceful figure like an indescribably beautiful thing at a ball.
It’s really beautiful!
"Let's back off a little bit." Griffith was still somewhat sensible and quickly reminded him.
"Why?" Galadia said triumphantly, "Don't you see how strong I am? These small stones can't hurt me at all."
Her extraordinary ability "Feng Xing" obviously exceeds the normal extraordinary ability specifications, almost reaching the level of immunity to physical damage. Not a single dust or stain remained on her light green hunting suit. This is no longer something that can be done by power, it can almost be said to be the blessing of elements or even gods.
As the impact subsided, Galadia happily released the protection of the blast and raised her chin towards the disgraced Griffith.
Just when she wanted to say something more and praise herself, a ball of gravel and dust flying into the air fell from the sky covering her face.
A lot of the floorboards and earth and rocks lifted up by the orcs flew very high, and they fell down at this moment, turning the two of them into dirty clay figures in the blink of an eye.
"..."
Galadia couldn't accept it for a moment. She stood there stupidly, blinking the only eyes in her body that were not khaki.
"Boom!"
Several larger rocks fell, and one hit her on the head.
Galadia's head was bruised and bloody on the spot, and she fell into Griffith's arms with a plop. The bright red blood couldn't stop spreading and oozing out, staining her clothes and long hair in the blink of an eye.
Griffith felt a bang in his head. He hurriedly took out a bottle of healing potion, turned the elf's body over, and drank it carefully.
The elf's beautiful and delicate face was as white as paper, and the wound on his forehead was gurgling with blood, soaking the trainee knight's sleeves.
Griffith hurriedly took off the small amount of bandages and soju he carried, first cleaned the stains around the wound, then removed the fragments of stone embedded in the elf's skin, applied ointment and wrapped a bandage. This situation was really unexpected. While bandaging, he glanced around in panic, but could not see the burly figure of the orc. Of the living corpses sent to cover the sight, only the strong butcher rolled aside, and the other two had disappeared.
Although Galadia's extraordinary ability easily dodged the orc's landing blow, she was knocked down by just the rocks falling in the aftermath of the attack.
This ridiculously weak physique and defense ability are really on par with Amber.
Cold sweat broke out on Griffith's forehead, and his heart beat like a marching drum. While he was bandaging and checking the wounds of his companions, he was alert to the orcs who might appear again at any time. But a strange thought suddenly appeared in my mind uncontrollably——
Even for such a highly talented race, they can be easily knocked down. Galadia has the rare dual extraordinary characteristics of a ranger and a spellcaster. Her movement speed, dodge, attack speed, precision and lethality are all extraordinary. The magic spell can also provide countermeasures to deal with complex situations, but once she is killed in a range Hit, the light and agile body will be unbearable...
If the elves are like this, and I fight them in the future, I can use numbers to maintain a thick front to suppress their mobility, and then use trebuchets to defeat them with large-scale damage. The projection distance must be long and avoid the range of the mage... Riffis kept bandaging his hands, but his mind was filled with thoughts of how to defeat the killing elves.
After thinking about it, he actually entered a state of selflessness and quickly conceived a strategy against the elves from beginning to end. The lips that had been bitten due to panic and anxiety also relaxed, and slowly raised in a proud arc.
"Hey~" The elf with his face covered in blood suddenly called out softly, "Am I not seriously injured?"
"Huh? What?" Griffith's fantasy was immediately interrupted. He was stunned and replied, "It's okay, a small wound."
"That's good, what are you thinking about with such a smile?" Galadia struggled to sit up, "How about that orc?"
The impact point of the heavy blow just now has opened a huge hole in the ground. That was the entrance to the Earth Dragon Cave. After Galadia stood on the wooden shed at the entrance and shot three arrows, the orcs came over.
With that earth-shattering leap, the orc crashed directly into the hole and disappeared. The shock wave and debris pushed back the cockroaches, but they did not gather together for a while.
At this moment, an unprecedented roar came from the cave. The terrifying momentum surged out like a tidal wave. Griffith, who was standing far outside the cave, seemed to be captured by a terrifying alien beast, and his legs became weak in fear.
The hairs all over his body stood up one after another, and Griffith's whole body trembled. The loud noise in the cave carries an irresistible force. Just hearing this strange sound can make people unable to move.
The ground began to shake violently, and the rocks bounced as if they had legs. Griffith immediately wanted to turn around and run away, but some powerful idea was trying to invade his mind, and his legs were like lead and he couldn't move.
"Is it that earth-boring demonic insect!" Griffith shouted, "Is it going to attack us?"
"No," Galadia shook her head, "This is just a world of sealed objects after all, and everything in front of you is just the ashes left by the annihilated consciousness."
The terrifying loud noise and ground rumbling gradually subsided. The vision that seemed to be burning around them began to peel off layer by layer, falling to the ground like a broken mirror and turning into nothing.
A beautiful piece of jade appeared where the entrance of Earth Dragon Cave should have been.
Galadia picked up the fragments, closed her eyes, and experienced it carefully with her extraordinary inspiration. After a while, she returned from meditation:
"It's over, the commotion about the sealed artifacts has subsided.
"This is the crystallization of the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence 7 'Night Dire' in the Dream Pathway. It was left behind by the earth-burrowing demonic insect, and there are still some residual thoughts of it. Although it was a powerful mythical creature with extraordinary characteristics during its lifetime, it was After the hunt, only this little remains and the unwillingness remain,
"Its messenger was killed by a terrible enemy, and the villagers who had been with it for hundreds of years turned against it. The flood was about to completely destroy the hometown where it had survived for hundreds of years. Tortured by anger and unwillingness, it left its nest and fought against the invading enemies. A fight breaks out.
“It was eventually killed. The village it sheltered had no survivors and its ruins sank beneath the sunless reservoir.
"On the eve of destruction, it prayed to its gods, hoping that someone would know what happened to it and the village. The strange orc's body killed it, and it may have been assisted by other forces. It doesn't matter. The insect is not clear either.
"Although a certain god who heard its will cannot directly interfere with our world, he can still guide us to explore its tragedy to a certain extent. His power intervened in my promotion trial and allowed me to appear here. .
"This emerald-like characteristic crystal is our reward for exploring the secrets."
