"Please, please stay, sir." A strong man wearing mail came to Griffith hesitantly, "I am the militia captain, who are you?"
"Griffith Blanton, trainee knight, second-level squad leader," Griffith nodded to the militia captain calmly, "Where is the village chief?"
"I am the village chief, a brave trainee knight," the gray-haired village chief emerged from the crowd. The panic and nervousness on his face had not faded, and he looked up and down at his reinforcements.
The village chief looked at Griffith's equipment and armor, and then at the blue ribbon on his collar. The battle to defeat the goblins just now was still visible to everyone, and the village chief looked up with respect and gratitude.
Looking at Griffith: "Thank you for saving us. It's really... I really don't know how to thank you."
Just pay, I'm tight on money... Griffith glanced at the village chief, then looked around. He swallowed the words that jumped to his lips, walked up and beat his left chest: "Dear
Village chief, the news in the town is that a group of more than two hundred goblins will attack this village at any time, I believe you already know."
"Yes, Mr. Trainee Knight, the young men in the village have discovered their traces," the village chief nodded, "We have armed ourselves and are waiting for support from the town."
"The militia in the town will not arrive until tomorrow. It will be difficult for you to get more reinforcements tonight," Griffith said. "Please summon the young people in the village to prepare fortifications. I request this battle as a non-commissioned officer of the Kingdom Army.
Command. Also, I need some weapons and food."
The village chief agreed to this request without any difficulty and took the trainee knight to a mansion in the middle of the village. The rescued villagers came to express their gratitude and gave Griffith two large pieces of bread, milk and some bacon.
A dozen villagers armed with wooden guns, hammers and axes gathered outside the house and looked nervously into the house.
The trainee knight, who had been walking for a long time, took the food, swallowed the bacon in two mouthfuls, and then sat in the village chief's room with sweet milk and bread to eat. While eating, he drew a sketch with charcoal and handed it to
village head.
"What is this?" The village chief and militia captain looked at the concise sketch, then looked up at the trainee knight.
"After the attack just now was foiled, the goblins should be dormant for a few hours before entering the night. That is the real dangerous time. We must complete these projects along the entrance road to the village within two hours," Ge
Riffis looked at the two of them seriously and said, "The amount of the project is not large, but it is related to the lives of everyone in this village. I need all of you, adults and children, to work together and complete it immediately without any compromise."
Civil engineering is the glorious tradition of our Beyeland army. Griffiths drew on the paper and briefly explained the key points of the project.
"Is it really useful to just install wooden walls and earthen forts in the village?" the militia captain asked guiltily, "the walls in our village are not high."
"The core of defense is not these wooden walls, they are just part of my plan." The trainee knight said while eating quickly.
"Then what's the core?" The village chief immediately took up the topic.
The trainee knight raised his right hand and beat his strong chest, making a dull sound when the gauntlet struck the armor.
"I."
…
Just as the militia captain went out after reading the sketch, the villagers gathered outside the house suddenly let out a burst of exclamations.
Before anyone could explain what happened, a tall, slender, and exceptionally beautiful woman appeared at the door. She was wearing silver light armor with complex patterns and a dark green half-length cloak. A dagger hung from her slender and elastic waist.
and daggers, black boots with silver hangings wrapped around them, and an exquisite recurve bow on her back. The bow arms were made of yew and were closely connected to the bow string. When she opened her hood
, two pointed ears appeared in the long, smooth black straight hair.
The villagers' commotion became even more violent.
"Elf?"
"Why do elves come to our little place?"
The villagers exclaimed. As a mysterious and powerful race, elves occasionally appear in the kingdom's big cities for trade. At other times, they just hunt in the dense forests. They rarely appear in small and medium-sized towns, let alone small villages.
Already.
"Noble lady, how can I help you?" The village chief abandoned Griffith, rubbed his hands and ran to the beautiful elf lady.
"Excuse me, ladies. I am Galadia. Although our lives are longer than yours, I am not old!" The elf archer gently shook his long straight black hair like a waterfall and looked at it with his beautiful eyes.
He looked at the village chief, then looked back at Griffith who was covered in blood and eating, and said with a smile, "Gentlemen, I came to this area to perform a mission, and by the way, I want to tell you that there are more than two hundred goblins in the forest.
Gathering together to attack you."
"That's, that's great, no, it's not good. Beautiful elf lady, the town told us that there will be reinforcements, but I didn't expect that a mere goblin would bother you so noble..." The village chief thanked you babbled.
.
"A mere Goblin? Goblins are very dangerous. Don't underestimate them." Galadia looked down at the village chief, who was a head shorter than herself, and said seriously, "Besides, I'm not here to help deal with him.
Bryn’s.”
Griffith sat at the dining table and watched the elf talking to the village chief. This beautiful girl had a serious expression when she spoke, but there was excitement and happiness in her tone that could not be concealed, as if she was jumping in the forest.
The little deer seemed to be trying to put on a proud posture. Every move she made exuded an aura of elegance and comfort. Griffith looked at Miss Elf in fascination, and in his heart he began to be jealous of the village chief who could talk to her.
"To sum up, I need a clean hut to rest for a while, as well as clean drinking water, milk, oatmeal, and cooked food! I will pay your currency as a fee," Galadia said with a long list of demands.
After finishing the conversation with the village chief, "Hey, soldier brother, can you go wash yourself and come to me?"
Me? Griffith couldn't help but pointed at his face.
"Well, it's you!"
…
After cleaning his clothes and armor with well water and scrubbing himself carefully, Griffith looked left and right at a water tank. The childish temperament of a 17-year-old boy could hardly be seen on his angular face.
His short black hair is slightly curly. Although he cannot be called handsome, at least he is not sloppy.
"Are you an Extraordinary?" A clear voice sounded from behind, startling the trainee knight.
"I saw your fight just now. I can feel a subtle aura of power on your body. You should be an Extraordinary candidate who is still at Sequence 9!" Galadia sat on a nearby eaves, holding her slender and straight arms.
He raised his legs and tilted his head to look at the trainee knight looking around below, "What is the most powerful creature you have ever dealt with?"
"Have you dealt with it?" Griffith thought for a moment, "I've been poked by trolls, beaten by trolls, and had my ribs broken by Beamon..."
"Hahahaha! Isn't this all about being beaten, beaten, and beaten!" Galadia smiled until her eyebrows turned into crescent moons, "Behemoth broke your ribs, so how come you are still alive?
"
"It was just brushed by the wind pressure..."
"Hmm, the Iron Eagle Medal doesn't seem to have any amazing achievements." The beautiful elf jumped down from the eaves nimbly and glanced at the light blue ribbon on the trainee knight's collar. "I have encountered Beamon...
…Do you have battlefield syndrome?”
Many soldiers returning from the bloody Eastern battlefield will be tortured by the terrible memories of the past. For veterans, this is not a shameful thing, it is even a badge of honor like scars. On the hellish battlefield, all day long,
A cheerful guy will be suspected of being crazy.
In this world, madness is even more terrifying than death.
"Occasionally my hands will shake and I will have nightmares," Griffith whispered, "I have no experience of losing control."
"It's okay, um, it's okay," Galadia nodded, "The quality of the boys trained by the Assault Cavalry and the Junior Sergeant School is not bad~ Although you are not a big hero, but as a starting point, you are still in my level.
Within the acceptable range.”
Ordinary soldiers are really sorry for you... Griffith muttered in his heart, while looking at Miss Elf's clothing and equipment, he found that they were all coats of arms that he didn't recognize, accessories and lights that he couldn't identify.
This is an elf nobleman with enchanted equipment, many of them.
"So, do you understand Goblin?" Galadia withdrew her gaze from the trainee knight and looked into his eyes, "What? What's the matter with your confused eyes? Well, let me tell you."
"I followed the goblins for a while and determined that they will launch an attack tonight," Galadia walked towards the village entrance with the trainee knights. "I need to search their lair. It is not my task to protect this village.
In fact, I can't resist hundreds of goblins. Once the goblins launch an offensive, I will look for opportunities to leave."
Why is everyone thinking about going to the lair...
Griffith glanced at the elf in surprise: "There are some militiamen in the village, and I am here too. With your help, it is not unrealistic to rely on the village wall to resist more than two hundred goblins."
"It's not just Goblin brats," Galadia walked towards the entrance of the village until she came to the wooden gate. "A group of this size will produce Goblin Shamans and Goblin Warriors.
They are high-level units among them. Once they join, these two planks of wood will be unable to withstand it."
"Please wait a moment. If the enemy is indeed so powerful, wouldn't it be too dangerous for you to go deep into their lair?" Griffith asked in disbelief.
"With this village and you attracting their attention, there won't be too many troops left behind in the lair. I'm sure to sneak in, complete the mission, and escape! So~ I hope you can hold on as long as possible," Galadia said.
, "How about it? Are you afraid? I can consider taking you to attack the nest instead of staying here to die. Your chances of surviving in the dark night are close to zero."
This was not pleasant to hear... Griffith turned around, faced Galadia and took a step forward, looking into her eyes.
The elf met the trainee knight's gaze without fear.
Now, Griffith realizes that he has two choices: 1. Ask Galadia to take him away with her. 2. Hold on to the village.
To be continued...