The spear shot through the chest of a soldier and pinned him to the ground. The beautiful silver armor was as brittle as a cardboard box under Griffith's projection. The lead of a musket shattered the face of another. In the blink of an eye, a gap appeared in the dense gun array. Griffith raised his gun and rode on his horse, pushing through the gun bushes and stabbing down another one.
At this time, the half-elf soldiers on the other side of the road had gathered. The pikemen formed a dense queue, and several archers bent their bows and fired from behind the human wall.
"Griffith, go quickly!" Galadia had already rushed through the defense line, turned around and suppressed these half-elves with a barrage of arrows, shouting from the front.
Griffith did not dare to fight. He held a gun in one hand and a shield in the other and broke through the siege of soldiers and galloped towards the forest. The sentries behind him fired two rounds of arrows, but he blocked them with his gun shield.
This group of half-elves hurriedly mounted their horses to catch up. But they seemed to be just mounted infantry, their riding skills were not superb, and they were not led by an officer. Griffith and Galadia galloped on their horses and soon rushed into the woods, leaving them behind.
Galadia looked a little downcast. She had just lost her family and had to fight against her own people, which was emotionally difficult for her to accept. However, her reason was very sound, and she knew that now was not the time to hesitate, so she didn't say a word.
The two walked through a forest, and the lush green mountains and trickling streams appeared in front of them. There were strange calls in the dark forest, like night owls.
Flocks of birds appeared in the sky, wandering in the dark sky.
"These are familiars," Galadia looked up and said, "The various forces in Canaan must have eyes all over the countryside, and they won't let us escape easily."
Griffith nodded: "Is there any way for Ms. Silver's personnel to contact you?"
"There are some ways to locate me." The girl raised her hand and shook the bracelet. "The relationship between father and mother is not very harmonious, and their respective families are also wary of each other. At this time, the extraordinary people of the Sylph family will Send support as quickly as possible."
The two kept changing horses to keep moving, but after all, their horsepower had its limit, so they had to stop and hide in the woods to take a rest. Galadia was in a very bad state, her sadness almost overwhelmed her, and the side effects of using the Magic Eye made it difficult for her body to support herself.
Griffith comforted her a little, and then hurriedly began to plan the route and sort out countermeasures based on the existing situation.
Lady Aviana Sylve is the legendary figure and head of House Sylve, leading one of the most powerful forces in Canaan. She controlled a territory called Arran, some distance from the city of Canaan. The two places are connected by the white stone avenue and waterway between the valleys, on which caravans and armies pass. Fortresses and checkpoints control the commanding heights on both sides of the road, guarded by elite rangers, knights and half-elves led by extraordinary beings. Griffith and Galadia alone had no chance of getting through unscathed.
If they want to escape safely, they have three options.
One was a public proclamation in Canaan. The official forces in Canaan are not a threat to the two, but those who want to detain and control Galadia are. Until a reasonable explanation for the tragedy of the Archon family is officially released and accepted by all parties, she will be in danger at any time. In turn, as long as Galadia appears in the Canaan Senate to give an explanation, she will be safe.
But, this can't be done~ Galadia doesn't even have a team in hand. The two of them will be attacked by countless waves of enemies on the way to the Senate. The powerful transcendent can kill Griffith in a few rounds, and then control Galadia, and she can't do anything.
The second is that the two of them met up with the extraordinary being sent by Ms. Sylph to support them, and walked through the White Stone Avenue in an upright manner. In this way, even if there are forces with evil intentions along the way, you can still choose to break through forcefully, or hold on until Ms. Sylph arrives in person.
If the first two plans cannot be implemented, Griffith, Galadia, and possibly some defeated reinforcements will have to choose the third way - gather together, cross the mountains and rivers in the northwest, and pass through the no man's land Go west, climb over the mountain again and enter Yalan.
"Here, this is?" Griffith tapped a dark shadow on the map marked "No Man's Land" and asked in confusion: "What is the situation here?"
Galadia looked at him and answered: "Our territory is adjacent to the territory of the Orc Clan Alliance to the north, but there are only a few small areas directly bordering it, and most of the area is isolated by a corrupted land."
"The Corrupted Land..." Griffith had a bad thought, "Could it be the same place as the Whispering Forest?"
"Yes, it's a dark place like the Whispering Forest, a place full of mutations and madness." Galadia smiled helplessly, "A forest that cannot be burned by fire has existed near Canaan for thousands of years. Get cleaned up.”
What a worrying news, hey. Griffith stood up and threw the third option out of his mind.
He moved his body, looking for signs that he could be promoted to Sequence 7. After being promoted to Sequence 8 last winter, he fought one battle after another without stopping. He fought against mysteries and monsters in Hepu Town and Bellomont Ruins, and commanded operations in Verona and Raven. His experience and results even exceeded those of many. Seasoned officers and extraordinary men.
Especially in the two battles as a commander, he felt obvious signs of breakthrough. The door to the rank of Spellbreaker seemed to be right in front of him, and as long as he had an opportunity, he could open the way to promotion.
As he was thinking, he suddenly noticed that the grass and soil in the distance were moving like waves.
"There's a situation!" Galadia jumped up.
Mud and rocks poured out of the ground like a fountain and gathered in the shape of a human, forming a burly clay figure three to four meters high. He waved his arms as thick as pillars to dig out a stone bullet from the ground that was only used by a heavy trebuchet, and threw it at the two people. Come over.
Earth elements, or extraordinary people and wizards who wrap themselves in stone and soil, appear!
Griffith dodged the stone bullets, jumped on his horse, and stabbed the clay figure with his gun. The lance penetrated the enemy's body, but it was as raw as piercing into the sand.
The clay figurine possessed itself and moved on the ground, causing large amounts of flying sand and rocks to fly. The mud and sand are like living insects, covering people and horses.
"It's an elf from the Norman family. Use your blood to drive away the mud!" Galadia reminded hurriedly.
Griffith dispersed his blood energy, and the mud and rocks surrounding him rustled down. However, the war horse under his crotch did not break free. The clay figurine raised his hand and shook it. The sand and stone tightened like a big hand, wrapping the war horse like plaster.
"Bah!" The war horse immediately turned into a twisted mass of rotten flesh, causing Griffith to fall to the ground.
Galadia drew out her wand and tried to cast a spell attack, but the chaotic psychic energy suddenly overwhelmed her spirit, and her left eye even started to bleed again.
With such a thick body and huge strength, the piercing attack must not be effective. Griffith immediately dropped his lance and grasped the Shield, preparing to use it as a blunt weapon. Who would have thought that three more clay figures stood up on the ground and surrounded them from several directions.
The clay men shook their bodies and shook off large pieces of sand and gravel. They stood in scattered positions, condensing huge hard stones in their hands, which looked like they were going to be used for throwing.
If he were hit by these stones, Griffith might still be able to hold on, but Galadia, who was severely weakened, would probably lose the ability to move immediately.
"Garadia, get on your horse and run!" Griffith gritted his teeth, pulled out Judgment and rushed forward. With the adamantine bullets, he should be able to kill one quickly. As for the others, he can only hold them back with all his strength...
The clay men also aimed at him, and just when they were about to throw stones, there was a sharp tearing sound in the air like a whip, and the sharp vortex of air roared on the grass, swallowing up all the clay men.
The clay figures in the whirlpool screamed in horror, and their thick limbs began to separate and break. One clay figurine was shattered into dust on the spot, and the others were also severely injured and fell back into the soil.
Several shadows surrounded by magic balls appeared from all around and came to the two of them.
"Miss Galadia, I am Windu, a member of the Arran Council. I am here to protect your safety and escort you to Arran on the order of Ms. Sylph."
Reinforcements are coming. Griffith breathed a sigh of relief. He saw a special orb and nebula pattern on Windu's robes, which were the emblems of the elders of the elves.
Among the people who came, he also discovered Samuel Servicius, an elf who came to Homemonworth with Sidious at the beginning of this year to serve as an associate professor in the theory and practice of magic tactics. Griffith greeted him, but Samuel ignored him.
"How many people do you have, Windu, and what's your combat strength?" Galadia asked, cheering up.
"Elder Ilanx and I are both Sequence 6, Samuel is a newly promoted Sequence 6 spellcaster, there are 12 Beyonders, and more reinforcements are on the way to join us," Windu replied , "The forces that are about to attack us and surround us from all directions are far more powerful than us. We must rush over before they encircle us."
"Well, take Griffith with you," Galadia nodded and said, "I want to see him arrive in Arran with me unscathed."
"Your will is our action," Windu quickly made arrangements, "Miss, I will take the No. 2 car, and Elanx, you will lead the No. 1 car out of the way.
"Samuel's No. 5 car is at the rear, and it will attack according to my instructions. If it can't resist, delay for time, and you can surrender. As long as the enemy's actions are restrained, it will be victory."
The number of residents in Canaan is small. After leaving the city, there are vast forests, grasslands and hills. The convoy was divided into five carriages and passed through the tree-shaded paths, speeding non-stop.
Griffith did not ride in a carriage, but followed the procession with three of his best horses.
He found that the structure and style of these carriages were very strange. Each carriage had a knight or warrior in armor as the driver, and a ranger on the roof as the shooter. The caster and passengers are surrounded by all-round body protection. The solid oak frame is reinforced with armor, and it is protected by a magic shield at all times. It is exquisite in shape, but its protection is better than heavy shields and armor. The three horses pulling the cart are also wearing special arrow-proof cloth armor.
Such a configuration is more than enough even for breaking formations.
