Suddenly, the monster that was chasing after it like a gangrene on its bones retreated, and with a desperate murmur, it disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
What's going on... The exhausted Griffith stopped and looked around. At this time, he was still in the sewer, but the broken pipe walls and huge gaps still allowed him to see the scene outside clearly.
It was getting light, and a thin blue light cut through the darkness, illuminating the nearby buildings and woodland. The green moon has receded, and the whole night's pursuit has finally come to an end.
Griffith had unknowingly passed through the strange forest on the edge of Canaan. What he could see in front of him was the towering and gorgeous building complex of Canaan City.
A small stream flows nearby, and the suffocating rotten stench is gone, replaced by a clear coolness.
Griffith hurried over, washed his body and equipment by the stream, and then treated his wounds. Without the manpower to respond, the entire Canaan would be a dangerous enemy territory for Griffith. However, this journey cannot be said to be meaningless.
Who would have believed that the darkness of Canaan was filled with monsters if they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes!
Griffith quickly treated the injury, then took a few biscuits and chewed them while walking. He is an extraordinary person, and it is only a matter of time before the powerful psychic ripples are discovered by Canaan officials, and pursuers will soon arrive.
After walking two miles along the creek, he found a tunnel near the outskirts of the city.
This tunnel leads to a creek, but it's relatively clean and doesn't smell too much. After walking along the path along the edge of the tunnel for a while, the space suddenly opened up. Many simple and neat huts are attached to the rock walls of underground tunnels like honeycombs. Simple bridges cross the water and connect the narrow roads like a spider web.
This is it, the human settlement in Canaan!
The sky here is the ground of Canaan, and the humid air makes a layer of pale green moss grow there, making it look very low and depressing. However, compared to last night's suffocating pursuit, Griffith still felt much more relaxed.
As long as there were people, it would be possible to find Confederate informants, or at least get manpower and intelligence.
Griffith released his psychic powers and sensed the nearby aura. There was no movement in the nearby huts, but there were traces of a large group of people farther away.
He immediately cheered up and approached calmly. As a knight who has been accompanied by war, his every move has been condensed with extraordinary composure and competence. Every movement and every move is natural and smooth, and he can enter the battle state at any time. .
"Swiss, swiss, swish."
There were soft noises coming from the alley. The sounds were clearly from the residents with their families, who were about to walk out from the corner in front.
Griffith immediately stopped, put on his helmet, held his swords in a place with good visibility, and stared ahead vigilantly.
"Ah--!"
The first person to walk out of the corner was a middle-aged man. He was carrying a medium-sized package and an ax, followed by many people, old and young, behind him.
They were as nervous as a nest of rabbits, taking every step carefully, but their clothes were neat, their skin was rosy, and they looked pretty good.
"Who?" The man immediately raised the ax in his hand. The residents behind him shrank back.
He was answered by a low roar like a giant beast, and red blood spread as if alive. The air becomes so cold that your breath freezes into ice. The human residents of Canaan only felt that their backs were weak, their legs were trembling, and every cell in their bodies was screaming to escape.
"Dad~" A little girl of five or six years old hugged the man's thigh on the spot, and the others shouted together, turned around and ran away.
They were carrying large and small bags, and they were pushing and shoving, and their escape instantly turned into a stampede, rolling into a ball in the alley.
"Stop." Griffith shouted.
The crowd suddenly stopped like a toy that had run out of wind. They stopped running, each of them had their mouths opened, and the screams of fear were stuck in their throats.
"Spread out and do your thing." Griffith took a step forward. His order made everyone stand up slowly from the stampede and crowd as if they had been granted amnesty.
He came straight to the frightened man:
"Find me a place to sit."
How dare a middle-aged man disobey. He turned around and gave some instructions to the others, pulled his daughter and asked Griffith to go aside.
They entered a small house and the man immediately closed the door.
"Rilla, make tea for this gentleman quickly," the man whispered, respectfully asking Griffith to sit on the best chair, "Your Excellency, are you the great lord of the Confederacy?"
Big lord? What kind of statement is this... Griffith thought about it and thought that his title within the Confederacy was "Lord Blood", and guessed that it meant the same thing.
Griffith nodded slightly.
This made the cold murderous intention weaken a bit, and the middle-aged man suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
"I've been looking forward to seeing you!"
oh? Griffith took the tea from the little girl and motioned for the man to continue.
"I am the secretary of the District People's Committee here, responsible for mass work in several blocks," the man rubbed his hands, half-bent, and said quickly and carefully, "The task given to us by the Confederacy is to mobilize the masses in this area and respond to Main force! If a big shot like you comes, we will do our best to provide convenience for you!"
Griffith felt an inexplicable heartbeat and the strange naming was probably Roland's idea. A strangely familiar feeling arose in his heart.
"How long have you been here?" Griffith pointed to the low stool beside him, "Sit down."
"Nine years, great lord!" The middle-aged man hurriedly moved half of his buttocks to sit down, and then shouted to his daughter, "Keep an eye on the door!"
The little girl who was hiding next to the cupboard and watching screamed and ran away. The moment she turned around, Griffith noticed the shadow of a tail flashing under the off-white dress.
"Nine years~" the man said a little melancholy, "I said earlier that I could return to Qiming County in three years, but three years and three years later, I got married here, my daughter is six years old, and comrades are coming more and more However, the organization did not issue an order to evacuate.
"The situation here is getting worse and worse. The infected residents have begun to transform into withers, wandering in the underground magic corridors with the fallen elves, and attacking outside abnormally."
What kind of withered person? What magic corridor? The elves have fallen? Damn it, I don't know anything.
Griffith was momentarily panicked. The development of the situation in Canaan exceeded his expectations.
"Sir, you may not know," the middle-aged man continued, "most of the comrades we sent back to deliver intelligence have died. There are some strange things living on the edge.
"Qiming County has no understanding of the situation and keeps sending us more manpower, but they don't know the most critical first-line information."
"What's going on?" Griffith asked, "Why can people come in but can't get out?"
"The comrades who can come in alive have all entered through the entry channel and entered as laborers after registration," the man replied. "However, Canaan has not let people out since the beginning of the year. If you want to leave, you can only go through the forest. Sir, you How did you get in?"
"Through the forest."
"As expected of you!" The man slapped his thigh, "We organized several people to investigate, and those who were lucky enough to escape said that it was no longer the same as the Magic Corridor and the Nebula Temple in the center of Canaan. It’s reality!
"It's full of monsters," Griffith said. "It's very dangerous."
"Sir, did you fight all the way in!?"
"Yes, what?"
As soon as Griffith spoke, he saw the middle-aged man falling to the ground, trembling all over like he was worshiping a god.
"Only a powerful being like you can kill the weirdness in the Edge Land!"
Okay, okay... Roland, you don't know anything... Griffith shook his head helplessly.
"Sir, if you want to go to the hinterland of Canaan, be careful!" The man continued, "These places are not only filled with monsters, but also madness that can break one's reason!"
"What's crazy?"
"Those pointed ears, the treasures and forbidden books they searched for for more than ten centuries were all stored under the Nebula Temple. Later, I don't know what happened, these things all came to life!
"Every night, they will get out of the ground, whisper in their ears, and play games with the creatures - guessing riddles, dancing, etc. As long as their wishes are not fulfilled, countless monsters will crawl out and tear people apart. !
"This is all this year!"
I see, no wonder the number of monsters last night was so huge... Griffith somewhat understood.
"My lord, even you, the great lord, who possesses supreme power, cannot be careless.
"It is said that some monsters are particularly strong. As time goes by, if weaker monsters do not tear apart the enemy, they will come out!
"Their strength is not pure strength. Our best investigators say it is a rule."
I understand... Griffith nodded, stood up and said:
"I can't stay in one place for too long. You have to find a place to hide and be safe."
"Yes, your orders are our actions."
"How many comrades do you have?"
"We have countless comrades! But the city... is full of mutations. Living people will go crazy if they stay for a long time, or they will turn into monsters!" the man replied, his face becoming frightened. "And Recently, the pointy-eared people have tightened their inspections. Any living person who appears in the field of vision will be killed as long as he does not have a special identity card. Many comrades have died.
"Sir, if you need it, we can arrange for you to disguise yourself as a special worker. However, it is really dangerous."
"Very good, get ready immediately!"
Having one more identity will ensure you are safe and sound. It doesn’t matter whether you go or not... Griffith pondered for a moment and asked, "Do you know why the elf has tightened the investigation?"
"Only a few words," the middle-aged man lowered his voice, as if there were spies lurking at the door. "Those pointed-eared cities and palaces have become like tombs. However, every clear night, the sounds of people drinking and drinking still echo. In the cool air, the most magnificent mansion opened its doors to welcome a feast.
"We heard...
“The pointy-eared princess is back and transformed into a monster.
"She wanders the night."
