As soon as Griffith finished speaking, he raised his gun and rushed toward the living corpses surrounding the defeated troops. The war horse raised its front hooves and stepped heavily on the corpses. The ice shield ran over the carrion, making a crackling sound.
Before this solid frost shield is destroyed, it can provide a protective effect close to that of heavy armor without any additional load-bearing or restrictions. After the shield is destroyed, the broken ice will explode and sweep around, causing large-scale damage and impact.
After suffering losses in the battle at the port, Griffith had already thought about how to solve the transition period during the cooldown time and maximize the power of the ice shield. That is to maintain mobility, avoid falling into a continuous melee, seize the core of the enemy, launch an assault and then escape immediately.
Cavalry that lacks experience and skills can easily launch a blind charge and exhaust the stamina of their horses in a short period of time. But this would not be the case for a rider like Griffith, who was a skilled horseman and could serve as a lancer.
He kept looking for the group of living corpses approaching the broken army, crushing them with the impact of ice shields and war horses. After breaking through the corpse group, he immediately distanced himself, then slowed down to maintain power, and once again observed the battlefield to find the next impact target.
Although there are many living corpses, they have to bypass the fire and form a long formation in the wilderness. Griffith is like a sharp dagger constantly hitting the middle of their ranks, or launching an impact to scatter them when they gather.
Part of the fleeing troops rushed directly into the city under the leadership of Horus, seemingly to support the extraordinary ones in their battle.
The remaining people noticed that one man and one horse were charging towards the living corpses repeatedly, and the terrifying tide of corpses was fragmented wherever they went. They saw some people standing out and running towards the safety of the south under the cover of Griffith, and they all shouted:
"Knight, save us!"
Griffith looked back and found that there were still several piles of people trapped in the tide of corpses. They were originally a large group of people gathered together. When they saw the armored cavalry charging towards them, they spontaneously resisted the attack of the living zombies for a while. When some people were rescued, everyone began to run for their lives, and the already chaotic front suddenly collapsed again.
"Help!" Many broken soldiers shouted anxiously, trying to catch up with the soldiers who ran out. But in the blink of an eye, living corpses rushed over from two directions, blocking their escape route.
Many people were thrown to the ground, and the remaining ones were holding on to the few weapons they had, watching eagerly as the armored knights broke out of the formation and let out heart-rending screams.
"You keep moving forward!" Griffith said to the people around him, raised his hand and pointed towards the south, clamped his mount hard, turned around and rushed into the corpse group again single-handedly.
He raised his lance and poked at a group of living corpses. The horse galloped, the wind roared fiercely, and the lance penetrated the head of a living corpse. The huge impact caused it to hang on the gun head and roll in the pile of corpses. The momentum of the lance continued unabated, and it immediately pierced the second living corpse.
Griffith tightened his grip on the rifle and flicked it, turning around and stabbing the living corpse rushing from the side. This blow sent a violent tremor from the barrel of the gun, smashing several living corpses into pieces, but under the huge force of the shock, the long gun also made a cry that was almost broken.
Griffith felt that his hands were going numb. The blow just now sunk into the flesh and bones, causing waves of trembling, and he could hardly hold the weapon in his hand. Before he could throw down his lance, various monsters had jumped up and hung on the barrel of his gun one by one.
Blood Thorn, if you have the Blood Thorn in hand, you can wipe out these miscellaneous things with just one sweep!
Griffith threw away the lance unwillingly, pulled out the sword from his waist and slashed at the living corpse. At the same time, he took the vanguard shield and swung it with its sharp and strong edge.
He finally dispersed the living corpses, rescued a group of broken soldiers and retreated, and immediately heard another group of broken soldiers shouting in the tide of corpses. When the soldiers saw two groups of people escaping, they all screamed.
"Knight, save us!"
"Wait!" Griffith shouted, riding his horse without stopping. While fighting, he searched for Ophelia and Midianmaia. They are both friends and reliable comrades-in-arms. They are the main target of the rescue. The next operation cannot be without their support.
However, he did not find these two people. Instead, more than a hundred defeated soldiers gathered together, surrounded by hundreds of living corpses, forming a large encirclement.
The black tide of corpses is pressing in from the north, east and south, and will soon form an airtight wall of corpses.
A living corpse jumped over and almost jumped into Griffith's face like a cockroach. He and the war horse couldn't help but take half a step back, and chopped the living corpse to death with one sword.
"Knight, save us!" The defeated soldiers in the encirclement saw the savior moving a little away from them, and their calls for help became more desperate.
Griffith gritted his teeth, put the sword back into its scabbard, raised his right hand, and an icy halberd immediately appeared in his hand.
Bloodthorn, if I had bloodthorn in my hand, how could I be blocked by these things!
Griffith raised his halberd and let out an earth-shattering roar:
"Byeland——
"Wan Sheng!"
In the midst of wild shouts, Griffith rushed towards the group of corpses. The frozen halberd was swung like a windmill, and countless sharp claws were grabbing at him from all directions.
Ice splashed everywhere. As soon as Griffith's halberd cracked and shattered among the broken bones, a long knife made of frost took shape in his hand.
Griffith raised his knife and slashed at the corpses, lifting up a mass of broken heads. He immediately threw away his blunt ice blade and took an ice lance to fight.
He first overturned a group of living corpses and rescued a group of people. But in the blink of an eye, another group of broken soldiers shouted to him for help.
As the battle progressed, Griffith became somewhat confused about his direction.
In the rapid impact, only the shadow of the city wall that occasionally flashed through the gap in his helmet allowed him to identify the direction. Most of the time, he could only see the black mass of corpses and splashing ice and snow flakes flashing alternately in front of his eyes.
From time to time, one or two strong living corpses could rush to him despite the splashing ice storm, and their whole bodies were covered with sharp broken ice, and they pounced on him fiercely!
Griffith only felt that there were crazy and twisted undead creatures in all directions, and even a single sweep of his sword could cut off four or five rotten heads.
The frost runes were being consumed quickly, and the shield of the Order of the Mounted Eagle was also used up. The physical exertion began to bring about waves of dizziness, and sweat almost covered his eyes. The visor of the helmet was also covered in disgusting stuff, dripping down constantly.
What's even more troublesome is that he doesn't know the current condition of the war horse under his crotch. Although the ice shield provided intermittent defense, the war horse was not armored. Ramping through such a dense group of corpses would definitely accumulate a lot of damage. Once the war horse could not hold on and fell, Griffith would be trapped in the tide of corpses.
Suddenly, his vision cleared, and the living corpses that were overwhelming just now disappeared.
Griffith took a closer look and found that he had unknowingly penetrated through the siege of thousands of living corpses and broke out from the other side.
The terrifying tide of corpses was rushed out of a gap, and severed limbs and intestines were scattered everywhere it went. The defeated soldiers who were surrounded should have escaped from the siege, or they had been eliminated by the living corpses.
The melted ice flowed into a dark green stream among the corpses, with indescribable organs and tissues floating on it. Just looking at it made people sick.
After the wave of corpses under the city wall were penetrated by this blow, they all rushed towards Griffith's direction. The densely packed living corpses filled the gap that had just been drilled in the blink of an eye, rolling towards Griffith like a curved whip.
Only a small half of the runes remain. Griffith twisted his body, no part of it was not numb, and the horse under his crotch was also trembling, looking like he was about to fall down at any time.
He decisively turned the horse's head and galloped towards the south of the city.
Relying on the speed of the war horse, Griffith quickly got rid of the pursuit of the living corpse. Although he was not seriously injured, the overwhelming number of enemies still filled him with fear and exhaustion from the bottom of his heart.
In this case, as long as there is a slight negligence or an accident, Griffith may be drowned in the tide of corpses, including people and horses.
At this moment, a powerful aura suddenly appeared. The golden storm streaked across the sky, opening a gap in the tide of corpses in front of Griffith.
The thick, smelly blood rain crackled against the ice shield and armor, and Amber's brilliant blond hair appeared in the storm.
Behind her were several Beyonders, attacking the living corpses they intercepted.
"Amber save me!"
Griffith shouted.
The trainee huntress waved her hand: "Griffith, keep maneuvering and go directly to the south of the city. We will clean them up."
Griffith naturally did not dare to rein in his horse and continued to trot along the city wall.
The soldiers who were originally in chaos have begun to restore organization. Midian Maier appeared in the crowd and used his extraordinary momentum and charisma to organize them into multiple horizontal formations. Under the cover of archers, they alternately retreated southward slowly.
Ophelia is shooting a torrential rain of arrows, constantly killing strong and swift living corpses. The zombie tide, which was already poorly protected and lacked commanders and elite warriors, could not overwhelm this organized team.
Oops, saved! Seeing so many familiar faces, Griffith felt relieved.
Just as he was about to take a breath, his body suddenly became light and the man and the horse flew out.
Griffith's hands flew in the air, trying to grab something, but instead they flew towards the ground like a cloud. He hurriedly adjusted his posture to avoid landing on his face, and then he hit the ground hard.
…
"His neck is fine."
"It's not his blood, don't worry."
In vague consciousness, Griffith raised his eyelids.
There was a vast expanse of white in front of him, and blurry figures were shaking in front of his eyes. He could hear people's voices and vaguely knew who was speaking, but he couldn't tell clearly.
He moved his fingers and found that his whole body was as heavy as cotton soaked in water. He raised his right hand with all his strength and saw a pair of arm armor that had been stained black with filth.
The scene in front of me gradually became clearer.
Griffith found himself lying on the rack of a carriage. Outside the carriage were many disgraced people lining up, waiting for something in silence. The tired faces were full of joy for surviving the disaster.
"You're finally awake, Your Excellency Knight!" The trainee monk Lanzada knelt aside and looked at him, helping him sit up. "I thought you might need logistical support, so I brought some carriages and militia to join you. Lord Amber is leading everyone on the alert."
Griffith found that his vision slowly improved, and he could see his breastplate and legs clearly. He looked around in a daze, as if his vision was separated from his body, which was unreal.
"According to the opinions of the military committee, everyone must be cleaned before entering the town. We have arrived at the south bank of the Raven River and are temporarily out of danger. We are ready to rest by the river before heading to the center of the town." Lanzada continued, He waved to the side, and immediately two men wearing thick gloves came over to help Griffith take off his armor.
Lansada did a good job in organizing transportation and cleaning work. He was a talented person who could check for gaps and have independent and creative thinking. Go back and introduce it to Sonia to see if the new army mentioned by Count Lamore has any need for the clergy.
Griffith thought about it. Suddenly, a bucket of ice-cold water poured towards him with a hula.
Griffith almost choked to death on a mouthful of water. Before he could recover his breath, a second bucket of water poured over his face.
"Hey! How polite and cautious are you to the Knight?" Lanzada asked loudly. The two militiamen responsible for cleaning Griffith hurriedly nodded and bent down to lift the would-be knight who was about to choke to death, and carefully cleaned him.
All broken troops and refugees were gathered to the River Raven, where they were purged.
"Miss Amber said that some ordinary people who were bitten or scratched mutated into living corpses. After my inspection, I found no such cases. I speculate that the severe infection and the mutation of the injured should be caused by someone from the Death Knight. Caused by a special ability. For this reason, I suggest that the injured be isolated separately first." Lansada reported his findings.
Griffith nodded. He looked around and found that the militiamen in Xiacheng District had cleared a temporary camp by the river, arranged security, and cleaned and disinfected the retreating Beyonders and city defense troops.
It would be best to have someone to consider such specific matters. He will then prepare the next battle plan and must save his energy.
Griffith's horse was also lucky to survive. As it retreated, it tripped over the corpse, threw its owner out, and threw itself to the ground. After the fight just now, the war horse, like its rider, was already filthy and was being carefully cleaned and healed by a group of militiamen.
Griffith told Lanzada not to worry about him and just go deal with the work of the temporary camp. He changed into casual clothes and wandered around. The people in the temporary camp by the river were busy with what they were doing, but when they saw him walking by, everyone greeted him loudly and looked at him with great gratitude and respect.
Although those he washed away were only ordinary living corpses that were rotting and dirty, and those who were saved were only a few hundred city defense troops, militiamen and a small number of low-level extraordinary people, the official would not necessarily give a high evaluation when assessing the military merits. However, this gratitude is genuine.
Griffith smiled and returned the greetings to everyone, feeling very full and satisfied. The action of attacking the corpse tide under the city wall to save his comrades and defeated troops was an action from the heart. If he sat indifferently and watched them being slaughtered, his faith and reason would probably collapse. In such a critical situation, if as many people as possible survive, this is the best reward.
Ophelia and Midianmaia have also finished cleaning and are looking at Griffith not far away.
As soon as the two of them saw that the situation was not good, they gathered a small group of people to retreat to the city wall and moved south from there. After Griffith launched the attack, their pressure was relieved and they easily broke out of the encirclement. After reuniting with Amber, they cleverly attacked the flanks of the zombie tide, killed a large group of zombies, and then retreated under cover of the entire team.
There weren't even scratches on Ophelia's beautiful leather armor, but the bloody tears flowing from her left eye looked very scary, and even Amber was shocked when they first met.
Midian Maier was equipped with heavy armor and heavy shield. He was only slightly injured in the battle, but his physical strength was huge. He begged two large pieces of bread from the logistics soldier and gnawed them with dried meat and vegetables.
Ophelia stared at the figure of the would-be knight with her sparkling eyes, and whispered to her companions:
"We have to thank him properly. Could you have done the attack just now?"
Midianmaiya nodded seriously. He chewed the dried meat, tore into the bread and muttered:
"I can't do it. I can't defeat the zombie wave, and I can't last as long as him. The holy weapon he controls is very powerful. It can achieve long-term continuous defense against attacks of a certain power. The only way is to break through his ice armor shield. The armor and body can be damaged later.”
"Isn't that better than you!?" Ophelia raised her eyebrows.
"That's not what you said," Midian Maier shook his head and said: "I am good at fighting large monsters with high single damage, but the dense attacks of living zombies make it difficult for me to guard against them. What's more, I don't have the ability to disperse them. It's easy to be surrounded. Griffith's situation is just the opposite. As long as he maintains the effect of the frost spell, he can penetrate the dense defense line of small creatures."
Ophelia looked thoughtfully at the would-be knight walking around, her charming eyes and deep gaze seemed to be able to see through his soul. She clasped her hands on her chest, leaned against the carriage and said:
"I understand that heavy infantry or mutated beasts can withstand the splatter when the ice armor shatters, and they bring weapons such as two-handed axes or armor-piercing spears that are difficult to defend against. If they have a numerical advantage, they will pose a threat to him!"
Midian Maier swallowed the bread:
"Don't underestimate him. Griffith's ability just by showing it in front of everyone is already so extraordinary. He must have a more powerful trump card."
"I know, I know!" Ophelia shook her fist and said, "Who hasn't had an adventure yet!"
