Although the elves' defenders are elite, they have an unsolvable problem, that is, their number is limited.
After witnessing the powerful zombie tide, they may be wary of the undead army attacking the outpost in the valley to the north. But whether they have the determination and strength to reinforce other strongholds under attack is another matter.
A small number of troops can easily be ambushed, and a large number can weaken the defense of the fortress. The Silver Moon Fortress cannot afford to lose anything.
Although the small outpost does not have many troops, the terrain is steep and it is not easy to fall. Generally speaking, as long as they can hold on until the Canaan army arrives, crushing these undead creatures is just a matter of waving their hands.
Griffith openly displayed his corpse tide, and then quietly turned around in the forest with only part of his troops. His goal was simple. He just needed to break through a checkpoint so that he and Galadia could safely cross the ridge and enter the wilderness without being discovered. It was not his purpose to have a head-on fight with the elves.
The main attack on Silver Moon Fortress was just a containment and feint attack. Griffith did not expect that the undead creatures resurrected with the Sequence 7 Extraordinary Characteristics Crystal could break through the fortress garrisoned by extraordinary beings and extraordinary beings.
The real target he chose for attack was called Yew Outpost, a small stronghold garrisoned by only a dozen elves and a squadron of half-elves. It is impossible to have extraordinary people in the stronghold. The daily tasks of a few elves are mainly to intercept stowaways and provide early warning, forming a continuous defense line covering the mountains with Silver Moon Fortress, and intercepting and killing a small number of monsters. It is not prepared for large-scale battles at all.
Their position was established on a three-story platform halfway up the mountain. Each level is guarded by strong and thick walls and gates. The astonishingly powerful ballista has also prepared magic-enhanced crossbow arrows, which can fight against Behemoth and evil dragons.
However, these equipment are not suitable for fighting living zombies.
Griffith rushed towards the gate with what was left of his army. The self-destructing ball launched a round of impact and immediately broke through there.
After being attacked, the garrison at the outpost immediately began to fight back. A capable elf warrior rushed forward with two swords in hand to block the broken doorway. His double blades are so sharp that a living corpse will be completely shattered by two blows at most. His companions also attached a powerful shield to him. As long as the shield is not broken, he can continue to fight.
However, Griffith's self-destructing ball did not hit him, but rushed into the nearby wall.
"boom!"
After a loud noise, the solid first layer of wall collapsed. Living corpses poured in from all directions, and the elf warriors' persistence instantly became meaningless.
A wizard stood out from the guards who had reacted. They chanted a magic spell and immediately erected an invisible storm barrier in front of the zombie tide to keep out the living corpses.
These continuous magic storms isolate space, and even self-destructing balls cannot penetrate it. Some living corpses were blocked in the position and were immediately surrounded and killed by shooters.
The zombies whose attack was thwarted immediately retreated, avoiding the arrows in the forest.
The guards followed the principle of caution and did not pursue. They already knew about the attack on Silver Moon Fortress and did not dare to underestimate the enemy.
However, within a minute, the living corpses came up again. The elf hurriedly fought again. With their first experience, they built a barrier and easily slaughtered the living corpses blocked in their positions and walls, repelling them again.
This was repeated, although each time the elves were able to repel the attack of the zombie tide and surrounded and killed the trapped living corpses. But it is impossible to deal heavy damage to undead creatures in this small space. On the contrary, after rounds of spell casting, the mental power of the few spell casters also tended to be exhausted. Soon, their mental energy began to dry up, and even magic potions could not make up for the depletion.
"This won't work, our mental energy will be exhausted," the wizard in charge of the defense said with a solemn expression, "We must hit them hard at once, otherwise we will run out of energy before reinforcements arrive, and by then we will be unstoppable. ."
Not many companions responded to his suggestion, and the half-elves didn't even have a say. Before they could reach a conclusion in their discussion, a new wave of corpses rushed up. This time, the elf wizard simply gave up using magic barriers to block the attack, thinking that if you don't listen to me, let's see who is the core.
Sure enough, without the barrier of the magic position, the walls and fortifications alone could not stop the impact of the self-destructing ball, and the second line of defense was quickly lost.
At this time, the elves in the Yew Outpost decided to unite tightly around the core of the spell caster. They first used a round of skilled defense to stabilize the position. Although there were only a few dozen people, under the leadership of the powerful Elf Extraordinary, the outpost The troops defeated the living corpses in the blink of an eye. Then all the rangers and knights and half-elf soldiers swarmed up and began to chase the retreating living corpses.
This time, the undead creatures could not retreat peacefully like before. Under precise shooting, they exploded into black fragments one after another, or turned into mud-like blood. Seven or eight of them were wiped out by the pursuing troops before they could retreat into the woods.
At this moment, there was a tooth-itching rustling sound in the sky, and a group of flying monsters that had never been seen before flapped their wings and swooped down like dark clouds.
The monsters look like dead dragon eagles, but they have long lost their noble, elegant temperament and beauty. Their rotten bodies and sharp claws are their most distinctive features.
They folded their huge leathery wings and whizzed down from mid-air, emitting a sharp and unbearable piercing flute sound.
A shooter immediately fired into the air. His superb shooting skills and powerful explosive power almost connected the arrows into a shining silver whip, and the undead-headed dragon eagles that were swept away exploded in the air one by one. Just when he was about to sigh that these monsters looked scary but not resistant to fighting, his companions beside him had already let out a cry of terror.
An undead dragon eagle cut through the blind corner of his sight, and a chaotic and shrill roar filled his ears. The elf archer did not realize that death was approaching. The sharp bone blade cut through his neck rapidly, and the headless body did not even realize that it had ended.
Griffith invested all the undead dragon eagles to besiege the elves who left the shelter of the fortifications. Even though they are all extraordinary people with extraordinary skills, they are not strong enough to ignore the siege. After several backbones were killed in the siege, the remaining elven Beyonders completely lost their fighting spirit and fled one after another.
The scene was in chaos. The half-elf soldiers couldn't hear the officers' commands amidst the roaring sounds, and they didn't know which direction to attack. Even the elves stationed at the outpost began to fall into chaos. They didn't know whether to block the fortifications or let their own people in. They watched helplessly as the undead dragon hawks and living corpses chased the fleeing elves and followed them. Rush into the fortifications.
The magic tower disintegrated under the roaring bone blades and sharp claws.
Living corpses rushed through doors, windows and gaps, driving out the elves hiding inside.
After several tribesmen died, the last survivors abandoned their armor and hid in the last fortress, not daring to show their faces.
all the best!
Griffith scanned the chaotic outpost. He is no longer a weak apprentice knight. In the adventures and conspiracies, his little chess piece has gained its own power.
A kind of pride that flies across the world and across the world arises spontaneously. The elven Beyonders and regular armies scurried away amidst the roar of the undead dragon eagles, while the fortress and arrow tower collapsed under the claws of the living corpses.
"The secrets of the legendary war knights are unfolding in front of me, and even the clues of the rare inherent realm have been grasped by me. The light-based judgment, and the bone ring that drives the power of frost, blood and the dead are all under my control . Those beings who have been secretly plotting against me should carefully consider whether their lackeys have the power to oppose me.
"Soon, when I capture this outpost, I can take Galadia far away!"
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Galadia looked at him silently. His resolute eyes are filled with strong fighting spirit. This high-spirited enthusiasm and solid sense of security are really reassuring. But all she could see were terrifying monsters and clansmen with flesh and blood flying everywhere, so she was still a little scared.
Griffith is becoming more and more like a death knight. It's quite enjoyable to see his expression when summoning undead creatures is such a terrifying thing. Even though he was fighting for me, I was still a little scared.
He is destined to be born for war, and his fate is intertwined with mine. What kind of future lies ahead?
Why is my life like this? I thought that meeting him was just an unforgettable and happy part of a long life. He would accompany me as a guardian knight to spend wonderful years with adventures, travels and small quarrels. All I wanted was these ordinary and trivial things. Little things.
Why does it become like this? All this looks like part of a conspiracy. What happened to my father, the tribe, and the bastard Sidious? What are those dangerous beings expecting?
The situation of the battle has become increasingly clear, and the elves in the outpost can no longer even fight back. With nothing to do, Galadia began to think wildly.
If we escape from here, we will spend several days together before fleeing to Arran. We will camp in forests and caves. If, I mean if, in case, he wants to do those things in the book, should I refuse...
A man and a woman alone, fleeing from danger, hiding in caves under waterfalls, and so on, ah——! I'm not an adult yet, I should refuse! You have to refuse unless the atmosphere is particularly good.
Galadia covered her face and started thinking wildly. Each thought was so shameful that she couldn't help but connect some indescribable plots in the book with the upcoming journey.
"No!" she shouted, stroking her long hair.
"What's not allowed?" Griffith, who was proudly directing the undead creatures to storm the outpost defenses, turned around and asked doubtfully, "We can't cross the mountain pass without defeating them."
"Nothing, nothing~" Galadia shook her head hurriedly.
Griffith did not take this episode seriously:
"My undead dragon eagle has suppressed the elves' defense and is driving them into a small building.
"At the same time, self-destructing balls and zombies will penetrate their defenses, clear a passage and destroy their structures, until all the elves are defeated and take refuge in the last fortress.
"Let's go, hurry up, we can take the opportunity to pass here without being discovered. If your tribe wants to rush out to obstruct us or finds our traces, we can only kill them."
Galadia nodded:
"I understand. But, Griffith, are you sure these undead creatures can defeat my people?"
"Hoho, you don't understand this," Griffith said with a smile. "I have long discovered that your people are good at long-range attacks and their lethality is amazing. But their physique is not strong, and their nerves are not tough. They are constantly Under attack, once you get close, you will be in danger and may even lose order.
"The mages dare not appear in front of the corpse tide, and the archers are suppressed by the dragon eagles in the sky. I just need to let these ugly creatures push over and demolish the defensive buildings.
"My dragon eagle is already riding on their faces, how could they lose!"
…
The remaining elf turtles huddled in the last fortress, not to mention fighting back, and they didn't even have the courage to take a look at the monsters raging outside. They looked eagerly at the teleportation circle, hoping that one or two reinforcements would come out to save them.
They frantically contacted all friendly forces they could contact, begging them to come for support.
Finally, violent psychic energy fluctuations appeared in the air. An army of reinforcements answered their prayers. Free electric charges gathered and roared in the air, and a lightless crack opened in the space. Immediately afterwards, the light shone brightly in the darkness, and a majestic figure walked out proudly from the crack in the space.
Stannis Paulus appeared in the light of the teleportation circle.
His expression was solemn and noble, as if he could remain unmoved in the face of great beasts. His eyes sparkle with wisdom and determination, and as long as they are looked at by him, the elves will immediately take courage.
"Don't be afraid, compatriots, I'm coming!" the Elf General shouted, "Gather around me!"
The brilliance of the magic circle behind him was not dim, and several secret peepers and wizards stepped out of the teleportation circle one after another and stood beside him. The frightened outpost guard elves all raised their heads excitedly and shouted in joyful and enthusiastic voices:
"Look, it's the Shield of Canaan!"
"It's Lord Stannis, the Star Knight. He will regroup his troops and lead us to counterattack!"
