After the two separate, Lana will join up with the secret power of the two counts as soon as possible, while Griffith will rush directly towards Galadia.
The supplies seized from Laura were mainly magic scrolls, talismans and potions, all consumables used by spellcasters to fill the dangerous cooldown time. Griffith planned to use some of it in the upcoming battle to make his disguise appear more realistic.
As for Laura's equipment and sealed objects, they will be returned to her when the Chosen One's Sacrifice is over. For now, Griffith has no need to kill the Homemon Watts alumnus.
Along the way, Griffith was very vigilant. His whole body was hidden under a deep black linen robe. His commanding helmet was used as a camouflage, and his armor was replaced with a cavalry's standard breastplate. He was painted with evil patterns with red and black paint.
He is certainly not the only one who is ready to seize the opportunity at the opening moment. Every one of the chosen ones is a talented and beautiful person. It would be unbelievable if no one targeted the weaker Laura.
When launching an ambush in the cemetery, Griffith relied on his chosen home ground and used wandering ghouls and living corpses to block outside prying eyes. The battle was so majestic that it must have attracted attention. The auras of some familiars appeared in the nearby streets near the end of the battle.
Just when Griffith was extremely vigilant, a beautiful woman wearing a gorgeous purple robe was paying attention to him in a building not far away. She wore red and blue eye shadow and wore a blood diamond pendant around her fair neck. A pair of beautiful green eyes stared at the knight in the crystal ball. Beside her, there were several people hidden under black robes who were guarding and serving her.
"Lord Theramis, we have found no trace of Laura de Lockhaft, but the Death Knight is about to leave the ambush area. Do you want to start taking action?"
Purple-robed Theramis pondered for a while: "I have a feeling that Laura has withdrawn. Although I have no evidence, spirituality tells me so. She is usually so dazzling, but I didn't expect it to be so bad.
"This death knight is not the one who killed Lord Avignon, but he is also very powerful. There is a strange feeling, an indescribable abnormality, which makes people curious about his fate. Okay, mysterious death knight, run away ,
"Death is coming~"
Theramis flicked the crystal ball with her purple nails, and an echo spread straight into her soul.
The echo seemed harmless, sneaking into the bedroom of a family with the wind. The owner of the bed is sleeping. He always slept well and drank a lot of wine before going to bed. Even tonight, when the neighbors were panicking, he slept soundly.
Suddenly, he woke up from his dream and felt a dry throat. He reached out to the table and grabbed his own wine bottle. While pouring his favorite liquor into his mouth, he wandered to the terrace to get some fresh air.
As soon as he came to the terrace, he heard a few faint calls coming from the neighbor's house. He was even more curious and wanted to hear more clearly, so he lay on the handrail of the balcony and leaned out towards the neighbor's house to get closer.
"Why does it smell so bad?"
At this time, the drunk man smelled a very bad smell. He looked around and found that it was coming from a carriage and two workers at his feet. This carriage is specially used to transport Yexiang to the countryside. The workers had just opened the cover of a nearby pipe manhole. One person was holding a torch for lighting, and the other was holding a boom and a bucket, preparing to lift out today's share and transport it away.
"How long has it been since there was no shipment?" a worker asked.
"It's been a while. The documents were lost a few days ago and no one has been sent here. If they don't come today, they will be blocked."
The drunk man listened to their conversation and frowned in disgust. He forgot that his terrace was in disrepair and the stone handrails had already cracked. Under the weight of his fat body, they finally reached the point of cracking.
"ah!"
The drunkard yelled and rolled down together with the broken stones. Fortunately, the terrace was not high, and there was a wooden shed built by the kitchen window below; unfortunately, the wooden shed was strong enough, and he flew out, hitting the carriage below.
Who would have expected that a drunkard would fall from the sky and knock over the workers, causing the torches to fly out and slide directly to the mouth of the well.
"Be careful!" Another worker had quick eyesight and stepped on the torch. The torch was only centimeters away from the mouth of the well filled with excrement.
"What's wrong with you?" The worker who was knocked down yelled as he was suppressed below, "If Mars falls in, we must not--!"
The drunk man was frightened by the fall and lay on the ground for a long time unable to breathe. The worker grabbed him and tried to help him up, but the drunkard was too fat and couldn't get up all of a sudden. The three people were pushing each other, but none of them noticed that the wine bottle that fell together had flowed through the torch, ignited a line of fire, and fell into the manhole.
"boom!"
Griffith, who was riding by, heard a loud noise. The sudden big explosion created air waves and debris hit the ice shield, pushing him out.
explode? what happened? Am I being attacked? Why don't I feel any hostility at all? Could it be that there was a gas explosion? Griffith rolled on the ground a long way before he stopped. The explosion was just ten meters away from him, and even the heavy floor was lifted up. If Griffith hadn't had a strong shield and complete armor, this blow would have been enough to make him fall to the ground and unable to get up.
Before the stench of filth and gravel fell from the sky, he threw himself into a secret box, condensing an ice spear in his hand and ready to go.
where? ! In what way is the enemy?
Griffith was so focused on searching for the enemy that he didn't notice that an illegally built attic spire a few meters away had lost its balance in the explosion just now. The metal rope used to temporarily pull and fix the attic broke with a "bang" during the pull, and was whipped towards Griffith like a sharp iron whip.
The iron rope was also embedded with iron nails and was stained with black and yellow rust. Griffith's Knight's Eagle Shield "snap" was pulled away, leaving a deep blood mark on his face. .
Damn it, this is an attack! This is definitely an attack at the level of a transcendent! Griffith jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, waved his hand and threw an ice gun in the direction of the collapsed spire.
The ice spear whipped up a gust of wind and passed through the smoke, but there was no trace of anyone there, not even the breath.
Trouble! Griffith realized that he was being attacked from all directions, and that his senses were not enough to see through the enemy's concealment.
As soon as he took a step back, the stone slab under his feet had cracked in the explosion just now, and it shattered when the knight in armor stepped on it.
"Bang!"
Griffith fell into an abandoned pipe. At the same time, the wall piers and columns on both sides collapsed with the trend of collapse, burying him face to face.
This enemy is completely different from long-range attackers such as wizards, rangers, and demon hunters. Even if you know that he is biting you nearby, you can't find any trace. Griffith dodges and fights back, as if he is fighting a swamp. The more he struggles, the deeper he sinks into the quagmire.
Griffith transformed into a blood bat and rushed into a house. Before he could regain his footing, he rolled over and hid in a corner.
He raised his head cautiously, and the continuous attacks seemed to have stopped. Before he could take a breath, there was a clanking sound above his head.
Griffith looked up following the sound and saw densely packed kitchen knives, boning knives, hooks and spikes hanging high on the rack above his head, shaking towards him with a cold light.
"Oh no!"
Griffith jumped up and ran away, the densely packed murder weapons almost sticking to his heels, clattering down.
“This, is this the attack of the Chosen One!
"They are completely different from the opponents I encountered before!"
You forced me to do this! You forced me to do this!
Hidden chosen one, let you see my true support!
Griffith had lost all will to fight. As he fled, he clutched the pendant on his collar and shouted hysterically:
"Garadia——!
"Come and help me!"
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