What Griffith meant was that if the residents were turned into living corpses, he would lead his army to exterminate them. As long as he killed them quickly enough, there would be no problem in the lower city.
The smart people understood it immediately, and the unsmart people also understood the meaning after a short period of confusion. The faces of the lower city officials present were all pale, and they didn't know which one was more vicious, the living corpse that just attacked them or the knight in front of them.
Griffith looked at everyone and then said:
"Second order, all the militiamen who have been gathered, I see, a total of 370 people, in small teams, go and announce the order I just gave, by shouting; the Sheriff, announce to the residents to recruit more
Militia orders.”
“Yes, Sir Knight, but the residents may be frightened and hide in their homes.” The Sheriff accepted the order but was unsure.
Griffith nodded: "They will take action, I will handle the matter.
"The third order, Finance Officer, you take a group of militiamen to collect food and weapons from nearby shops and warehouses, and ask them to come to me with the documents. You will verify them and give them to me. We will first use the district's finance and my
Part of the payment will be made with the funds brought in, and the remaining part will be compensated by Beyeland.”
The financial officer thought for a moment and said, "They may not agree or cooperate."
“That’s natural,” Griffith said. “You just buy it like normal, no markup, as fast as you can, as much as you can get. I don’t care.
“However, be sure to remember to buy from as many merchants as possible, quote a normal price to them, and buy as much as possible.
“Sheriff, take this with you, put it on the tip of your gun and hold it up.”
Griffith said as he threw a cloth bag over.
The financial officer who was standing nearest caught the heavy bag, opened it and looked at it. He let out a scream and fell to the ground.
The black Stitch Monster head stared with its giant gray eyes, and fell to the floor with a plop. Everyone present was so frightened that they stepped back half a circle.
…
Griffith's order was carried out, at least in form. Officials in the lower town left one after another to prepare supplies and gather residents as required.
The novice monk Lansada stood aside, looked at the chaotic scene outside the window, and then looked at Griffith who was writing letters and drawing on maps, and asked:
“May I be of any help?”
"Yes," said Griffith, "prepare a flag for me, and you will fight with me and never leave."
"I can go to the Mage Tower to deliver a message. Although you have sent a messenger, ordinary messengers may be ambushed," Lansada said. "I am more powerful and can explain what is happening here in detail to my superiors. We need more extraordinary people."
”
More Extraordinaries? Wouldn’t it be chaotic if an Extraordinary came to take away my command? Moreover, dispersing Extraordinaries is not in line with our established strategy.
Griffith raised his head and said in an irresistible voice, "I'm worried that you will be attacked by cultists on the way. Your position is here, beside me."
The young trainee monk looked at him with complicated eyes, "I'm very powerful."
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"That's good, then I have a very powerful flag bearer." Griffith finished the painting in his hand, stopped writing, and handed several sketches to the trainee monks, "After a while, the militiamen and citizens gathered over
, don't let them idle, take my order and follow this deployment to build roadblocks at the intersection.
“Just nearby, don’t go too far so I can’t see you.”
Lanzada immediately took the charcoal sketch and looked at it carefully.
On the map of the lower city, squares, public schools, and the Church of the Gods formed several scattered strongholds, connected to each other by roads. At some intersections and alleys, Griffith drew signs of roadblocks and arrow towers, and
Width and height are marked.
"We don't have so many materials," the novice monk asked doubtfully. "Where can we find wood, soil and bricks for building roadblocks? The next round of attacks by living corpses may be imminent. I can feel the evil coming.
It’s about to move in the dark.”
Your inspiration seems to be very keen... I don't even feel it. Griffith looked at him and replied:
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"You don't need to look for it. Reinforce the original building, seal the doors and windows, and pile furniture on the road. Only the exits marked by me are left. Be careful not to block the roads between the intersections. We support each other there.
aisle."
"But such crude fortifications are impossible to resist monsters, right?" Lansada then asked, "Really, Sir Knight, these fortifications cannot stop them. Only huge stone walls can do it."
"I understand, Lanzada, I understand," Griffiths smiled and stood up, picked up weapons and began to equip himself, "these are not the core of defense."
“So what is the defense core?” The trainee monk looked at the diagram carefully, trying to find clues from it.
Griffith took his time and put on his sword and breastplate, and fastened his heavy helmet.
In an instant, the quasi-knight who had been speaking politely just now turned into a ferocious black beast. His bloody gaze fell on Lansada's face through the gap in his helmet.
A chill grew in the bottom of his heart. For a moment, the young trainee monk even suspected that the knight in front of him was the mastermind behind the scenes and the agent of terror.
Griffith raised his hand and pounded the solid breastplate, and the metal made a low roar.
"I."
He then pointed towards the panicked citizens outside the window:
"them."
…
Griffith left the meeting room, jumped on his horse and began to inspect the square and nearby buildings. Although he had a map, map distortion was common, and it could not replace on-site reconnaissance as long as conditions permitted.
He rode his horse on the cobblestone road, occasionally casting his gaze at the passing militiamen and civilians. Everyone took off their hats to greet him, or waved to him.
His order has been spread. The order is very simple. Everyone is summoned to the square to be protected by the knights sent by Beyelan. They will have food and weapons. The militiamen, led by the Sheriff, are shouting at the top of their lungs with tin trumpets.
, the disturbing alarm bell rings every few minutes.
Griffith looked at Lansada again. This young man was leading a group of militiamen into the house at the corner of the street, throwing furniture from the windows and balconies to the ground. He was still young and not powerful, but he was very capable.
, and a kind of courage and charisma that can unite others around you.
Courage...
Griffith looked at the stone bridge leading to the upper town.
He was actually scared to death. The Deathrattle Order had unknowingly arranged so many living corpses, and even got information from the authorities to try to ambush and kill him.
Psychic communication with the Mage Tower has also been cut off, so people can only rely on people running back and forth to deliver messages.
If, the cult group has more power in the lower city area. Well, no, not if, the cult group must still have a lot of force in the lower city area. They will wait for a while to launch the attack, I am alone, plus the Lanzada and the number of people whose combat power is negligible
How can the limited militia stop it?
Griffith's enthusiasm for launching three charges against the living corpses had dissipated. The surging fighting spirit and blood had disappeared, and he began to worry about gains and losses. He was even afraid that he would throw a rat with a dagger when he gave the order just now.
, if the knife was not thrown, how could he fool him.
One thought after another flashed through Griffith's mind like lightning. He became particularly calm and realized that the Order would attack him. He especially wanted to escape back to the Mage Tower now and ask Erza to protect him.
Or, anyone can protect me!
However, he could not accept the thought that if he escaped, the local defense organization would collapse in an instant, and Lanzada and many strangers would surely die.
The defense work in the lower city has reached the level of a race to death, and every second is precious.
"Well, if I escape, wouldn't it become a joke if I just shouted Galadia's name and charged?" Griffith said viciously, "I have done little wrong, and Galadia's reputation
How can I tolerate defilement?"
"Then, come on!" Griffith stroked the bone ring and began to think of evil thoughts one after another. "Although I have no experience, no one here is more experienced than me. Come on, cultist,
I'll show you my true power!"
…
Early morning on March 31st.
After receiving the news, Erza and Amber rushed to the lower city together.
They were galloping on fast horses, their armors covered with bloodstains and traces of battle. Since last night, there have been several rounds of attacks in the upper city, and living corpses emerged from the sewers, leaving them overwhelmed.
Revan's situation has become extremely critical.
Fortunately, there were enough Beyonders and garrison troops in the upper city area to suppress the situation in one night. Some messengers reported the critical situation in the lower city area. According to the messengers, there were countless living corpses in the lower city area, and there were even
There are terrifying Stitches and Necromancers.
Everyone is saying that the downtown area is already a hellish scene. One horror story after another comes from there. Living corpses emerge from the sewers, appear in chimneys, hide behind closets, and eat everyone they see.
The infected dead instantly became monster-like creatures.
The plague of the undead is spreading at an alarming rate. Several versions of outrageous horror stories are spreading faster than the plague, and some even say that merciless death knights have appeared there.
After receiving the news, Lordes ordered the city defense troops to close the road leading to the lower city. Erza and Amber immediately rushed to support and see Griffith's situation.
"If Griffith is besieged, we will rescue him," Erza repeated the mission again. "If there are too many enemies, we will cover his retreat to the upper city and then seal the bridge. We cannot defend the entire city.
."
“I understand, Captain!” Amber immediately replied, “The situation at the cemetery is also very critical. Uros and the others have already gone over to check.”
"We can't take care of them for the moment," Erza shook her head, "I didn't expect the outbreak to happen so quickly. Yesterday it was just at the port during the day, but at night there were hundreds of attacks, and the communication with the Echo Crystal was also cut off. The battle