This contempt and power made the elves hidden in the darkness extremely angry and started to commotion. Several people have the desire to take action.
This is the result Griffith wants. Although he did not have all the information, Galadia was under siege, Sidious had become an enemy, and the tragic scene of several corpses lying on the ground was vivid in his mind.
This is the residence of the consul, and the battle broke out here. There must have been drastic changes in Canaan that could shake the foundation.
As for why, that wasn't his concern. Griffith must persist until reinforcements arrive at all costs. To this end, he resolutely decided to stand up and attract the attention of all enemies.
He took back his judgment and took off the strong shield from behind. When he came here, he had already realized the crisis of the situation, so he was naturally fully armed.
All the enemies in front of him are extraordinary, but even so, he will fight until his last breath.
Griffith drives Minos:
"Minos, prepare to mobilize the corpses on the ground. In addition,
"Tell me about the being behind you."
…
Tears of blood began to flow from the corners of Galadia's eyes. She stood up, held Griffith's shoulders, and hid behind him. The scarlet magic eyes glanced at the attacker who was about to move, and once again condensed the soul-stirring ghost-like flames.
"Retreat," someone suddenly ordered in the darkness, "Enough time has been wasted, leave now."
Sidious looked expressionlessly at his sister hiding behind his broad shoulders, then took a deep look at the menacing would-be knight, and then glanced at the thunder-like blade on the Archon's corpse.
A ball of virtual fire immediately ignited the place, isolating him from his holy sword. Sidious was speechless, and slowly walked forward and disappeared into the air as if he were stepping onto the steps of nothingness.
The dangerous aura disappeared one after another, and they took away several corpses farther away, leaving behind the remains of the Archon and Lars. The garden fell into an icy silence.
Galadia covered her eyes that were shedding blood and tears, looked at the cold and decaying corpse on the ground, couldn't help but sob softly, and then burst into tears.
"Garadia, I'm here," Griffith leaned down, held the trembling girl in his arms, and comforted softly, "I'm going to call the Canaan guards, they will protect you. We will then pursue these attackers and make them pay."
"No, no!" The girl cried heartbreakingly, but she still held his shoulders firmly, "I am Galadia Villanoy, the eldest daughter of the former consul, and now she is probably The first heir of the Villanoy family."
The extreme sadness, anger, and madness had drained from her eyes. Galadia held back her tears and said in a hoarse voice:
"Pack up the equipment and weapons, let's run. We must go to meet my mother and Ms. Aviana Silver immediately."
I was naive... Griffith reacted almost instantly. The crisis in Galadia has not been resolved, and the situation is still dangerous.
The archon of Canaan and his relatives suddenly fell. His eldest son was probably the mastermind, or at least the main suspect. Canaan's political power is about to face huge turmoil, and many forces will compete for the power vacuum. This is the kingdom of God on earth at any time, but judging from the experience of the past two days, it is not perfect.
Under this situation, searching for and retaliating against the attackers was no longer their business.
The former consul's daughter reacted almost immediately. Although she still has the innocent thoughts of a girl in her daily life, her instinct for politics and power has long been subtly engraved in her heart. In other words, the tragedy in her family is causing her to grow up quickly.
Whoever obtains her will be able to lay claim to Valannoy's power and wealth in the name of the Diadochi. Before there is a reasonable explanation for the incident, she must not be controlled by other forces.
"No matter who it is, as long as they get me, they will definitely be detained. What happened here tonight is all made up by them." Galadia wiped her face desperately, but the tears mixed with blood could not be wiped clean no matter what, "Ge Ladia Riffis, you will definitely be killed.
“As long as the situation is stabilized, they will find ways to allow me to give birth to an heir, and the power and surname of Villanoy will be passed on again.
"Hurry, other forces will soon find something strange here. Pack up the equipment before they arrive, and then we run to the west!"
Griffith stood up immediately. He was about to leave when, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the long sword stuck in the Archon's body. This glorious sword is like condensed thunder and lightning, the blade is like soaked in melted snow, and the dazzling ice-blue edge makes it impossible to look away.
"Bring Hanguang with you," Galadia also noticed the sharp blade, "This is a powerful holy sword. Although it cannot break the soul binding with Sidious and cannot use many abilities, it is also very sharp as a weapon. "
Griffith carefully pulled the sword out of the Archon, and at the same time found that the Archon looked familiar. His appearance was as withered as a mummy, but he could still vaguely see what he once looked like.
Is he, Estas? The elf who had a chance encounter last night never expected that the meeting would be like this again. Wait a minute, did he know something beforehand to look for me? Prophecy or conspiracy? Last night, I actually sensed a strange aura outside the temple, and then he appeared. This must not be a coincidence.
The Archon knows my name, why should he hide his identity from me? What is the purpose of his conversation with me?
Just as Griffith was thinking, Galadia came to his side, closed her eyes for her almost unrecognizable relatives, gritted her teeth and prepared to take off some accessories and equipment.
At this moment, the Archon's body suddenly shattered into pieces and turned into fly ash and flew away in the wind, leaving not even the crystallization of the extraordinary characteristics behind.
This scene almost defeated Galadia again.
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They collected some gems, horses, weapons and clothes. Galadia put on hunting clothing and light armor that were easy to move as quickly as possible, and brought along a bow, arrows and a war blade. Griffith also found a shiny silver rifle in the living room.
He didn't have much time to search here, so he hurriedly grabbed some weapons and food and led the horse to wait for her in the garden.
"We run west, enter the forest and leave over the mountains," Griffith asked. "How much time do we have?"
He took a rough look at the map and planned his escape route. Highways and border fortresses must be avoided. Canaan's officials cannot be trusted until they meet Ms. Sylph.
"After dad and others' spiritual energy disappears, the Nebula Temple will be in chaos within half an hour to an hour, and all forces will notice it," Galadia said. "If someone wants to arrest me, they will first Use nearby men to search and delay until the extraordinary ones arrive.”
Galadia has wiped off the blood on her face, but her spirit is very lethargic and her psychic powers are somewhat confused.
"I just used the new ability of the magic eye and suffered some backlash," she said softly. "It will take a day or two to recover."
In other words, once we encounter a hostile transcendent, neither of us will be able to resist. Griffith put away his thoughts and led her towards the forest outside the city at full speed.
They took six horses with them, constantly changing horses to maintain speed, and moved through secluded lanes.
Two hours later, a patrolling elf force appeared in front of them. They are well-equipped, with twenty half-elf soldiers led by a spellcaster and ranger scattered at the intersection of two paths. The army horse was tied to a tree trunk nearby and seemed to be resting.
Although there were no city gates in Canaan, some watchtowers and outposts were built near forests and suburbs as bases for patrolling troops.
"Destroy or disperse them," Griffith leaned his lance on his shoulder pads. "They are not in formation or mounted, so they are vulnerable."
"Wait, let me ask about the situation first," Galadia hurriedly stopped him, "They are my compatriots. If they are ordinary patrol teams, they will pass peacefully."
"They will report to their superiors and expose our traces," Griffith said, shaking his head. "At least interfere with their communication."
Galadia nodded, took out her wand and chanted. Soon, Griffith discovered that his ears were filled with a strange buzzing echo, and the echo crystal had lost its function.
The patrol discovered two people riding horses coming from the direction of the city. The ranger leading the team first noticed the consul's daughter and came up to ask in a calm manner:
"Good evening, Miss Villanoy, may I ask where you are going with your entourage at this time?"
"I'm going to the forest to perform some rituals," Galadia said, "Let's go there."
"There has been something strange happening on the orc side, and we have received orders to guard against a small group of spies sneaking in," the Elf Ranger officer replied respectfully, "Please wait a moment, we need to report it."
Griffith slowly lowered his rifle and silently swept over the team in front of him. The ranger officer looked at them without hostility. His fellow spellcaster was using the echo crystal to contact his superiors, but it seemed unsuccessful, and he was tinkering with confusion.
The half-elf soldiers had some signs of psychic ripples, but they were not powerful. They were probably not official Sequence 8 Beyonders. But they also wore beautiful silver helmets and armor, and carried spears and bows. A military horse tied under a nearby tree was leisurely eating horse feed.
After waiting for a moment, Galadia asked the ranger leading the team: "It seems that there is a problem with your contact. I have no obligation to wait for you, so I will take my leave."
The ranger officer glanced at her, his face expressionless. He nodded, took two steps back, and waved to the half-elves:
"Kill humans."
As soon as he finished speaking, Griffiths had already drawn his gun and rushed over on horseback. He stabbed the ranger officer who was escaping quickly with one shot. He pulled out a throwing gun on the side of the saddle and threw it at the spell caster who was preparing a spell.
"Bang!" The spear shattered the shield and lightly stabbed the caster's arm. Galadia bowed on her horse and shot an arrow through his throat.
The half-elves around him showed no signs of panic or shouting. They were originally scattered on both sides of the road, but in a blink of an eye they had gathered, surrounding them in cold silence.
The five half-elf soldiers who reacted the fastest grabbed their throwing guns and were about to launch a volley of fire. But the armored cavalry was much faster than them. Before they could get rid of their guns, they rushed over and knocked them to pieces. Six soldiers armed with spears immediately surrounded him. Wearing silver helmets with bright yellow and bright red feathers on their heads, holding three-meter armor-piercing guns, and hanging small anti-arrow shields on their left arms, they faced the menacing armored cavalry shoulder to shoulder and launched a siege without shouting.
They are really elite soldiers, and they are well prepared!
Griffith drew his musket and threw it at a spearman. As soon as the gun was released, he pulled out the gun and pulled the trigger at the gathered soldiers.
