Griffith's implication is that if the residents are turned into living corpses, he will lead his army to destroy them. As long as he kills fast enough, there will be no problem in the Lower City.
The smart people understood it immediately, and the unsmart people also understood the meaning after a short period of confusion. The lower town officials present all looked pale, wondering which one was more vicious, the living corpse that had just attacked them or the knight in front of them.
Griffith looked at everyone and then said:
"Second order, all the militiamen who have been gathered, I see, a total of 370 people, in small teams, go and announce the order I just gave, by shouting; the Sheriff, issue a call to the residents for more Militia orders.”
"Yes, Sir Knight, but the residents may be scared and hide in their homes." The Sheriff accepted the order but was not sure.
Griffith nodded: "They will move, I will handle the matter.
"The third order, Finance Officer, you take a group of militiamen to collect food and weapons from nearby shops and warehouses, and ask them to come to me with the documents. You will verify them and give them to me. We will first use the district's finance and my Part of the payment will be made with the funds brought in, and Beyeland will compensate for the remainder.”
The financial officer thought for a moment and said, "They may not agree or cooperate."
"That's natural," Griffith said. "You just buy it like you would normally, no markup, fast, take what you can get. I don't care.
“However, you must remember to buy from as many merchants as possible, quote them a normal price, and buy as much as you can.
"Sheriff, take this with you, put it on the tip of your gun and hold it up."
Griffith said as he threw a cloth bag over.
The financial officer who was standing nearest caught the heavy bag, opened it, and fell to the ground with a scream.
The blackened head of the Stitch Monster stared with its giant gray eyes, and fell to the floor with a plop. Everyone present was so frightened that they stepped back half a circle.
…
Griffith's orders were carried out, at least formally. Officials from Xiacheng District left one after another to prepare supplies and gather residents as required.
The trainee monk Lanzada stood aside, looked at the chaotic scene outside the window, and then looked at Griffith who was writing letters and drawing on maps, and asked:
"May I be of any help?"
"Yes," Griffith said, "prepare a flag for me, and you will fight with me and never leave."
"I can go to the Mage Tower to deliver a message. Although you have sent a messenger, ordinary messengers may be ambushed," Lanzada said. "I am better and can explain what is happening here in detail to my superiors. We need more extraordinary people." By."
More extraordinary people? If a transcendent came and took away my command, wouldn't it be chaos? Furthermore, dispersing Extraordinaries is inconsistent with our stated strategy.
Griffith raised his head and said in an irresistible voice, "I'm worried that you will be attacked by cultists on the way. Your place is here, beside me."
The young trainee monk looked at him with complicated eyes, "I'm very powerful."
Well, the very powerful Sequence 9...
"That's good, then I have a very powerful flag bearer." Griffith finished the painting in his hand, stopped writing, and handed several sketches to the trainee monks, "After a while, the militiamen and citizens gathered over , don't let them idle, take my order and follow this deployment to build roadblocks at the intersection.
"Stay nearby, don't run too far away so I can't see you."
Lanzada immediately took the charcoal sketch and looked at it carefully.
On the map of Lower City, squares, public schools, and the Church of the Gods formed several scattered strongholds, connected to each other by major roads. At some intersections and alleys, Griffiths drew signs for barricades and arrow towers, and marked the width and height.
"We don't have so many materials," the trainee monk asked doubtfully. "Where can we find wood, soil and bricks for building roadblocks? The next round of attacks by living corpses may be imminent. I can feel the evil coming. It’s ready to move in the dark.”
Your inspiration seems to be very sharp...I don't even feel it. Griffith looked at him and replied:
"You don't need to look for it. Reinforce the original building, seal the doors and windows, and pile furniture on the road. Only the exits marked by me are left. Be careful not to block the roads between the intersections. We support each other there. aisle."
"But~ such crude fortifications are impossible to resist monsters, right?" Lanzada continued, "Really, Sir Knight, these fortifications cannot stop them. Only huge stone walls can do it."
"I understand, Lansada, I understand," Griffith smiled and stood up, picked up the weapon and began to equip himself, "these are not the core of defense."
"Then what is the defense core?" The trainee monk looked at the diagram carefully, trying to find clues from it.
Griffith took his time and put on his sword and breastplate, and fastened his heavy helmet.
In an instant, the would-be knight who had been speaking politely just now turned into a ferocious black beast, and his blood-red gaze fell on Lanzada's face through the gap in his helmet.
A chill grew in the bottom of his heart. For a moment, the young trainee monk even suspected that the knight in front of him was the mastermind behind the scenes and the agent of terror.
Griffith raised his hand and pounded the solid breastplate, and the metal made a low roar.
"I."
He then pointed towards the panicked citizens outside the window:
"them."
…
Griffith left the conference room, jumped on his horse and began to inspect the square and nearby buildings. Although he has a map, map distortion is common, and it cannot replace on-site reconnaissance as long as conditions permit.
He rode his horse on the cobblestone road, occasionally casting his gaze at the passing militiamen and civilians. Everyone tipped their hats to him or waved to him.
His order has been spread. The order is very simple. Call everyone to the square to be protected by the knights sent by Beyelan. They will have food and weapons. The militiamen, led by the sheriff, were shouting at the top of their lungs with tin trumpets, and unsettling alarm bells were ringing every few minutes.
Griffith looked again at Lansada. The young man was leading a group of militiamen into houses at the corner of the street, throwing furniture from windows and balconies to the ground. He is still young and not very powerful, but he is very active and has the courage and charisma to unite others around him.
Courage...
Griffith looked at the stone bridge leading to the upper city.
He was actually scared to death. The Deathrattle Cult had unknowingly arranged so many living corpses, and was able to get information from the authorities to try to ambush and kill them.
The psychic communication with the mage tower has also been cut off, so people can only rely on people running back and forth to deliver messages.
If so, the cult has more power in the lower city. Well, no, it's not if, the cult must still have a lot of power in the lower city. They will launch an attack after a while. How can I stop them by myself, plus Lansada and a limited number of militiamen whose combat effectiveness is negligible?
Griffith's feverish energy in launching three charges against the living corpses had dissipated. The surging fighting spirit and blood disappeared, and he began to worry about gains and losses. He was even afraid that he would throw the mouse with a dagger when he gave the order. If the knife missed, how would he fool him.
Thoughts flashed through Griffith's mind like lightning. He became particularly calm and realized that the Order would attack him. He especially wanted to escape back to the Mage Tower now and ask Erza to protect him, or anyone else!
However, he couldn't accept the thought that if he escaped, the local defense organization would collapse in an instant, and Lanzada and many strangers would undoubtedly die.
The defense work in the lower city has reached the level of a race to death, and every second is precious.
"Well, if I escape, wouldn't it become a joke if I just shouted Galadia's name and charged?" Griffith said viciously, "I have done little wrong, and Galadia's reputation How can it be defiled?"
"Then, come on!" Griffith stroked the bone ring and began to think of evil thoughts one after another. "Although I have no experience, no one here is more experienced than me. Come on, cultist, I'll show you my true power!"
…
Early morning on March 31st.
After getting the news, Erza and Amber rushed to the lower city together.
They galloped on fast horses, their armors covered with blood and traces of battle. Since last night, there have been several rounds of attacks in the upper city area. Living corpses emerged from the sewers, leaving them overwhelmed.
Raven's situation became extremely critical.
Fortunately, there were enough Beyonders and garrison troops in the upper city area to suppress the situation in one night. Some messengers reported the critical situation in Xiacheng District. According to the messenger, there are countless living corpses in Lower City, and there are even terrifying suture monsters and necromancers.
Everyone is saying that the downtown area is already a hellish scene. One horror story after another came from there. Living corpses emerged from sewers, appeared in chimneys, hid behind closets, and ate everyone they saw. The infected dead instantly became kin to monsters.
The plague of the undead is spreading at an alarming rate. Several versions of outrageous horror stories spread faster than the plague, and some even said that death knights without mercy had appeared there.
After receiving the news, Lordes ordered the city defense troops to close the road leading to the Lower City. Erza and Amber immediately rushed to support and see Griffith's condition.
"If Griffith is besieged, we will rescue him," Erza repeated the mission again. "If there are too many enemies, we will cover his retreat to the upper city and then seal the bridge. We cannot hold the entire city. ."
"I understand, Captain!" Amber immediately replied, "The situation at the cemetery is also very critical. Uros and the others have already gone over to check."
"We can't take care of them for the moment," Erza shook her head, "I didn't expect the outbreak to happen so quickly. Yesterday it was just at the port during the day, but at night there were hundreds of attacks, and the contact with the Echo Crystal was also cut off. The battle. So close.”
