"hiss--!"
All the fallen elves present took a deep breath.
"Death knight!"
"Why are the Death Knights interfering with us?"
"What, what to do!"
Samuel's robe was soaked through, and cold sweat rolled down his neck. His accomplices all looked ashen.
The cold hoofbeats of horses struck deep in their souls, and the chill of fear and death choked their throats.
Death Knight, a Sequence 5 transcendent, the strongest monster among the legendary demigods, the embodiment of death and terror in the world. Is his arrival the will of the gods?
The Lord has assigned us to carry out His will, but could it be that other gods, the great fabric of life in the void, were so dissatisfied that they sent Lord Death Knight to interfere with us in person?
"Is this really a death knight? I've never seen it before." Bronn's two sides were fighting. He had never been so scared in his entire life.
"I've heard of it, but I've never seen it." Another Sequence 7 elf knight said while swallowing his saliva.
The fallen elves whispered, timidly looking at the monster in front of them.
"Can't be mistaken?"
I heard that death knights use corpses to build their armies. Look at this dark undead monster. It's true.
I heard that they were shrouded in the cold of the far north, and their breath was filled with the smell of blood. This coldness and blood were indeed true.
I heard that their iron hooves were accompanied by fear and screams from the soul. I am really scared to death now!
This thing looks like, smells like, and feels like a Death Knight. How can this thing not be a Death Knight? !
What he just said was a declaration to all creatures on earth and the gods in heaven that he was against it. By the way, if he objects, that is because the existence and will in charge of decay and resurrection are objecting! What the hell, our mission was actually opposed by His Majesty the Life Weaver in the Void Realm?
We, we only have the choice to compromise or die...
Although Samuel is a crazy believer in the evil god, he is not stupid. He stared at the skeletons and zombies filling his field of vision, and completed his reasoning and guessing in an instant. He reluctantly looked at the companions around him, and found that all of them had pale faces, and Bronn, the tallest and strongest one, had hid behind everyone like a chicken.
Griffith left them no time to think or act.
"Minos, spread out your troops, and Gulatoni will be handed over to you. These disgusting bastards are as disgusting as bat eye droppings, I'm going to kill them!"
The corpses moved like a wall.
Upon seeing Galadia's torn clothes and face covered with blood and tears, Griffith was consumed by rage and hatred. He let out a ferocious roar to drive away the servants of death, asking them to howl through the ruins, roll through the corridors, rush under the collapsed walls, and form several columns to surround them among the broken ancient ruins.
The tide of corpses blocked the way to escape, filling the four corners of the vision, scattering like a flood, and then gathering with the precision of a clock.
In the blink of an eye, the fallen elves were surrounded. The unstoppable momentum seemed to tear down the gods from their thrones and level thousands of ravines.
Griffith ordered the bone ring to drive away the living corpses and self-destructing balls from all directions, and he rode his horse and came in with a sword. He was not worried at all about accidentally hurting Galadia, and he didn't care whether the fallen elves would take her as a hostage.
No mercy, no compromise. When facing the cultists, be more cruel and crazier than them. Let them fear me more than they fear their gods!
The coercion of the broken army was unleashed wantonly, and the fallen elves surrounding Galadia screamed in panic like a frying pan. Some scurried away with their heads in their hands, and some even grabbed the corners of her clothes and long hair and forgot to let go. They are not such cowardly elves, but they have been preparing for the ritual of the evil god. They have been corrupted by the crazy evil and have become crazy. They are terrorized by undead creatures they have never seen before, and they have no sense of control in front of the terrifying knights.
The hordes of corpses attacked under the coordination of Minos. The psychic crystal resonates with the bone ring.
A group of living corpses suddenly hugged each other, merged with each other, and gathered into the body of Gulatoni, the suture monster. It moved its bulky body, swung its bone chain and threw it at the elf lady in the crowd.
Bronn and the priest were grabbing the girl's long hair and hiding behind Samuel shivering. There was a sudden roar in the air, and a pale chain was drawn towards their faces. There was only a loud noise, several fingers of Samuel who tried to block were severed, and Bronn's eyes exploded.
The bone chain entangled Galadia like a snake, pulling her like a cloud over the rolling self-destructing balls directly to the safe rear.
A fallen elf screamed and fled towards the window, and ran into a wave of corpses that surrounded him, and was instantly dissolved by endless acid.
"Stand, block them!" Samuel still had some sense of consciousness, and endured the pain and hurriedly waved his wand, forming an insurmountable stance barrier and leaving him alone in the hall.
However, his spellcasting alone was of no avail. Groups of living corpses easily bypassed it like a flood on a rock, rolling in from both sides.
Griffith raised his hand, and the fluctuations of the fear spell impacted Cevicius' brain, causing him to scream crazily, lose his wand and run away. Desperate, Bronn drew his sword and tried to resist. But the thunder blade cut his sword and head into two pieces with one strike.
The elf priest deployed the holy light technique to fight back, but the thick blood was like cotton candy, leaving no trace. He was looking at the wand and then at the death knight in confusion. The ferocious blood energy had condensed into a pair of eyes half suspended in the air, full of cruelty and murderous intent, staring at him, the bone-eroding fierce light going straight into his brain.
"Help!" The elf priest suddenly lost his courage, turned around and ran away in panic, and fell to the ground before taking two steps. He opened his mouth to pray to the evil god for help, but before the cry for help came out, the iron hoof crushed his ribs and chest, and then stepped directly on his head.
All the remaining fallen elves disintegrated. They fled like headless flies and were swept up in the terrifying tide of corpses. In the blink of an eye, they were crushed into pieces of flesh and stumps.
…
Death came so quickly, and before Griffith could even vent his anger, a group of Sequence 7 elf knights, rangers, and priests led by extraordinary people were wiped out.
"Spare your life, spare your life! The powerful and noble Death Knight Lord!" Samuel, who had just entered the ranks of Sequence 6, barely escaped the interception of the self-destructing ball, but his life was still hanging by a thread. He had few pieces of intact clothing or skin on his body, and he lay on the ground desperately begging for mercy.
"This is my Lord's oracle. I cannot refuse. I am just executing it, not my original intention!"
Griffith took off a blanket from the saddle and draped it over Galadia. He turned to the fallen elf and said coldly:
"Ask her if she wants to spare you."
"Miss Galadia, have mercy on me!" Samuel begged for mercy on the ground like his human servant. "Give me a chance! I didn't know there was an agent of death guarding you! Give me a chance. , please, please!”
"No!" Galadia said, "You will be torn apart by living corpses and pay the price for your shameless deeds."
Samuel was desperate and began to curse viciously:
"You stinky bitch who is in cahoots with the death knight! Shameless necrophiliac, I curse you! My god will curse you! My dead soul wants you to never have peace!"
"Samuel, do you know?" Galadia's voice was exceptionally calm, even with a hint of smile, "Anger, resentment and pain are the death knight's favorite food, give it a little more, give it a little more! "
She patted the greaves of Griffith, the skeleton army horse beside her: "He likes the dead souls the most!"
Samuel shut his mouth for an instant, so scared that he didn't know what to do. As we all know, death knights feed on the undead and take pleasure in enslaving the dead. Even after death, his body and spirit could not escape slavery.
He was shaking as if he had malaria, his face changing between flattery, begging for mercy, pleading and despair.
The beautiful elf smiled slightly amidst the tears and blood stains on her face and looked up at the knight beside her.
"Look! He really believes it!"
Griffith snorted and rode forward to block her sight.
The dense living corpses swarmed up, tearing and chewing in an instant, drowning Samuel Servicius and his screams.
…
The ruins of evil are emptied by the undead.
Hundreds of half-elves and human dead stared at Griffith and Galadia with empty eyes, waiting for further orders, as if expecting something else.
They stood there densely packed, with freshly torn flesh and rags hanging from their teeth and bones. Some of them took down the characteristic crystals of the fallen elves, the magic potions and equipment they carried and presented them respectfully.
They approached step by step with blood-stained supplies, scaring Galadia so much that she leaned closer to the knight.
Griffith leaned down and put his arms around her, took her into his arms and sat down on the saddle.
Galadia's bracelet has been destroyed by the fallen elves. It will be difficult to get support from Ms. Sylph in a short period of time, and even if there is support, the number of enemies coming from all directions may be even greater.
Griffith held the elf in his arms, and while riding his horse outside, he whispered: "Garadia."
"Well!" The girl immediately raised her head, her excited eyes showing more tenderness and dependence than usual.
Griffith was very nervous. Now that the sky was getting brighter, more and more enemies would surround them. The effect of breaking the army began to dissipate. He and his living corpses alone were not enough to repel the forces led by more than two extraordinary beings. A siege launched by regular troops. He began to describe the upcoming arrangements seriously:
"We must seize the time. There are many fortresses and outposts nearby blocking the way out. A powerful army will arrive soon. I don't know how many of them are enemies. No one can believe it for the time being.
"The extraordinary characteristics captured just now can create a more powerful army for me. I can use them to organize defenses and hold on until Ms. Sylph arrives, or launch an attack to break out. But..."
He rambled on about the tactical plan, and Galadia looked up at him with blurred eyes as if she hadn't heard a word.
"But I lack powerful combat units. Even though there are many troops, it is still very dangerous when facing extraordinary people. It is very likely that I will not be able to hold on." Griffith felt a little anxious, "So, I decided to break through. Break through to the north The mountainous area, detouring from the corrupted forest."
Galadia lowered her head, curled up in Griffith's arms, tapped his breastplate lightly, played with his belt and scabbard, and said with a hint of smile in her disappointment, "Big idiot."
"..."
Our enemies are not only the cultists, but also the regular army of Canaan. Regardless of whether they know the truth or not, they will give priority to controlling Galadia, and then they may easily kill me. The original first and second plans were now difficult to realize, and they had to cross the valley into the uninhabited corrupted forest and return to Yalan in a roundabout way. My plan should be right...
Griffith apologized guiltily: "I'm sorry, we can't risk dealing with more than two extraordinary beings. However, I still have something to break out of..."
Galadia took a deep breath, took off the grunting Griffith's helmet, looked at his serious face, stretched out her hand to caress his blood-stained face and hair, and hugged his neck. Lifting up, he kissed her deeply on the cheek.
"You really came to demolish my house with an army of undead creatures."
This kiss made Griffith's body and mind tremble, and his murderous intention and momentum disappeared:
"Ugh, I'm sorry. If this trend continues, I'm afraid we'll have to fight with your tribe.
"More and more gods are sending agents, all of which are premeditated actions. We are just pawns on the chessboard."
"Yes, curses, conspiracies and traps," Galadia said softly, "We are like cheese in a trap, used to attract mice."
Seeing her depressed expression, Griffith hurriedly comforted her: "Don't worry, we still have a chance to break the situation. Although the forces besieging us are powerful, they don't have much time left."
Miss Elf looked up at him and leaned deep into her arms: "Well, I'm not afraid. I won't be afraid anymore when I see you.
"If this is an unchangeable fate, I will face it bravely. From the moment my Griffith comes to my side, I have no regrets."
"No, no," Griffith shook his head seriously, "I still have a lot of regrets. We still have a lot of things to do. The story has just begun."
"real?"
"Really!" Griffith began to sign one by one, "The birthday gift I gave you is still in my possession and has not yet been given out."
"Oh, you are the one."
"The birthday gift you want to give me, well, it is countless times more precious than potions. I can wait for it."
"Countless times is a figure of speech. When the time comes, you can't make random requests, and you can't make that kind of request!" The girl punched him twice: "What else is there?"
"Of course there are many more," Griffiths couldn't help but yearn for it when he said this. "When we return to Homemonworth and return to the life we are familiar with, as long as there is no one around, oh, I am really looking forward to it. ”
As he spoke, he held Galadia's hand tightly and intertwined his fingers.
"Ah, you hate it. It will be seen by the professor and everyone, and it is against school rules!"
"We can go to town every weekend on our day off and no one will find us there."
Miss Elf blushed and hummed softly, "Don't you want to study anymore? You can only go there occasionally, once every three weeks, um, once every two weeks~ Hold hands and so on, and only when there is no one around."
Of course, when there is no one around, hey, it feels more exciting.
…
They passed through the dark forests and valleys, heading towards a pass leaving Beishan. The army of undead creatures followed them silently.
In the wasteland far away from the road, pale will-o'-wisps flickered. Between the dark woods, they could see messy graves and a dead world.
"Is this the elves' cemetery?" Galadia looked around doubtfully.
Griffith shook his head: "This is the cemetery of those half-elves or residents who should not appear in Canaan, the cemetery of those who are untouchable. They were not cremated after death and were sent here to pile up indiscriminately."
He stretched out his hand toward the boundless cemetery, and his rotten arms stretched out from the ground. Amidst hoarse roars and ethereal, illusory murmurs, the living corpses came to life.
More and more undead creatures gathered. Suddenly, some strange breath touched him.
Griffith put the elf down and looked at a remote open space:
"What's buried down there? I have a feeling I could build an army out of them."
Miss Elf closed her eyes and felt it carefully: "It's a dragon eagle, a medium-sized magical creature that can fly. It is fast, flexible and agile, but relatively fragile. There are many their remains buried underground."
"Then, it's them." Griffith jumped off the horse, took out a piece of extraordinary properties and held it in his hand, "I'm going to try to resurrect them to fight.
"Hiss, it actually consumes so many Beyonder characteristics. War is really a costly business."
The very precious Sequence 7 extraordinary characteristics were consumed in an instant, and he could only take out another piece in great pain.
"Are you saving these Extraordinary Characteristics to sell them for money?" Galadia walked to him curiously, touched his hair, and watched as the Extraordinary Characteristics were consumed little by little, "What do you want to buy after saving so much money?"
"Well, what's the point? You can save some money when you propose in the future, so as not to miss out on money in a hurry." Griffith's face was so painful that his expression was distorted, "It's gone before I can warm it up." "
"Hahaha, miser!" The elf reached out and patted his head twice, "You will get the dowry."
