After the battle goal was determined, Ophelia said: "The main force of the cult group and the undead monster army will definitely attack the Mage Tower, otherwise Beyelan will send more extraordinary beings.
"Even so, they must have left a lot of zombies in the direction of Raven's Cemetery. Midianmaia and I have some ability to fight against large groups of zombies. Griffith, you are also very strong, but we are not good at controlling them.
and strong ** wizards who can cause large-scale damage. If they are consumed too much by low-level undead creatures, it will be difficult to fight against their leaders who stay in their lairs.
"It's unrealistic to expect the militia to fight against a large group of zombies. I heard about the car camp you organized, Griffith. The movement speed of that camp is too slow. Every time it is attacked, it takes time to build fortifications. A short-distance attack is okay.
, but Raven Cemetery is far away from us, and there are countless monsters in between. What should we do?"
Amber nodded: "I also have some large-scale killing skills, but they consume a lot of money. Siege ballistae should be useful. But with the experience in the lower city area, the zombie tide will launch a blockade, and it will be difficult for us to get close to the shooting range.
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All in all, it is necessary to annihilate a large number of weak zombies, which I am familiar with. Griffith tapped the table and said: "Leave the large group of zombies to the militia, and leave the issues of mobility, morale, and combat effectiveness to me. We will handle it tomorrow."
Set off as soon as daybreak."
“Do we really need to rely on militia?” Midianmaia looked curious, “Can we not only wear down the enemy while we are in trouble?”
"That's right," Griffith said again, "Everyone, please rest, I have to make some preparations, and we will set off to fight at dawn tomorrow."
Then he went to the door and called over Lansada and some members of the military council:
"Everyone, I give you a task, which is related to whether we can defeat the undead monster as soon as possible and let everyone return home. I need you to prepare with all your strength. If you complete it one minute earlier, everyone will be one minute closer to returning home safely.
"
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The Shutoral of Homemon Watts are not only close classmates and comrades-in-arms, but also fierce competitors. In such a group, Ophelia is vaguely one of the best. Legend has it that Lassalle pursued her.
After a while, he soon gave up. The reason for giving up may be that he never beat her.
During the Whispering Forest incident, Ophelia's magic eye showed amazing mind control capabilities. Although it is not perfect and has serious side effects, judging from her self-confidence, her strength has probably been greatly improved.
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Amber witnessed Ophelia's high-speed maneuvers and high-intensity precision long-distance combat on the high ground. Her incredible combat skills were like dancing on the tip of a knife, and it was difficult for her to fully demonstrate them to Griffith despite all her words.
.What is certain is that Ophelia's battlefield intuition and overall perspective have reached an astonishing level.
Such a battle gave Griffith a vaguely familiar feeling.
Yes, that’s what it feels like! A name suddenly flashed in Griffith’s mind—Galadia.
If the description is true, Ophelia fights while leaping on the heads and shoulders of narrow ruins and living corpses. Her archery and steps have an obvious elf style, which is very rare for humans.
The strength of Midian Maier cannot be underestimated. When they fought together before, he gave the impression of being a stable and determined heavy infantry, but in the previous battles, he showed strong defense and attack power. For a sequence 8
For a low-level extraordinary person, Midian Maier has sophisticated heavy armor and a fire-blade battle ax that is at least an enchanted weapon. These equipment are very expensive and the maintenance cost is not low, but Midian Maier's current status cannot afford it.
of.
The two of them already have quite strong combat capabilities, especially when facing powerful undead creatures, they have obvious restraint advantages.
The combination of these two people plus Amber, who has amazing attack power, has a high probability of killing even the leader of undead creatures in Sequence 6. After teaming up with them, Griffith's combat position changed to support and containment.
, suppressing large numbers of zombies while the other three fight against enemy elite units.
Of course, this only applies to small-scale battles. Large-scale wars still have to rely on my wisdom and organization! Griffith looked back from the dark night outside the window and concentrated on examining the pile of forms and documents in front of him. In the square outside the window
Above, Lanzada and several members of the military committee were leading busy citizens to stay up late to prepare.
"Time is tight, so we must not make any omissions. The quantity and size must be carefully checked, and a schedule must be drawn up." Griffith took a sip of bitter coffee. He was terribly sleepy and could only rely on this thing to refresh himself.
.
However, this thing is completely unpalatable to drink!
Griffith began to add sugar to the coffee, and then opened the window to let in some air. The damp and strange air had a feeling of sticking to the skin, which made people very uncomfortable.
At this time, the door of the conference room opened. Amber, wearing thin clothes, looked around.
“Griffith, haven’t you slept yet?” The girl’s long blond hair hung loosely around her waist, with a sleepy look on her face.
“I race against time.” Griffith shook the document in his hand.
The blond girl came to him curiously and lowered her head to see what he was writing. The long blond hair fell to Griffith's ears, making him itchy.
“I don’t understand, what are you arranging for everyone to prepare? Why do you have everything?”
"This is the arrows and kerosene required by the archers. It is calculated based on our inventory, carrying capacity and the archer's physical strength. This is the transportation capacity and the grouping and traveling route of the transportation units that have been mastered. Raven is
For big cities, the information is very detailed and has been of great help." Griffith pointed to another document, "This is a project construction progress estimate. I asked a small team of militiamen to simulate it, and the situation is very optimistic."
"It's so complicated~" the girl said sincerely, "You are really different from the extraordinary people I have seen. You have a, how should I say, special feeling."
“Oh, of course it’s because I’m a good quartermaster and intelligence officer,” Griffith said with his lips raised, “You can praise me more.”
Amber jumped up on the desk and sat at the corner of the desk, looking at the profile of the prospective knight with curiosity and interest.
The firelight illuminated her long blond hair and cast a faint halo on her long, strong and white legs. Griffith was a little dazzled and couldn't help but look at it. He quickly turned his head and continued his calculations.
“I know the answer.” Amber said suddenly.
“What do you know?”
“Would you rather be a city mouse or a country mouse?”
“What does this mean?”
Amber looked at Griffith intently and said slowly: "The rats in the country can live a stable life, but they can't eat the delicious food in the city. The rats in the city eat well, but there are also many scary cats."
“Huh? I understand what you mean,” Griffith nodded.
"Griffith, don't you consider coming to Pasha? You can be a free demon hunter, or a semi-official one," Amber said without hope. "Although there are all kinds of mysterious events there, but
Generally speaking, it is very safe. Powerful evil will not pay attention there, and you can enjoy the sunshine and enthusiasm of the south.
“With your strength, you will definitely become the best demon hunter. You can even form your own guild to lead and guide everyone. It will be a great story.”
"Pasha..." Griffith put down his pen, "I heard that it was a garden-like city."
"Yes, it's as pleasant as spring all year round. Girls can wear short skirts and shorts, like this! You don't have to peek." Amber patted her long legs.
Griffith covered his face in shame.
"How?" Amber then asked, "If you are willing, you can apply for retirement at any time to Larmore House. My principal, Lord Seer Gryffindor is a wise elder. He can help you. Please ask the Earl
There are many precedents for the government to select another Shutoral to replace it. Beacon will welcome you to join!"
Griffith raised his head and looked at Amber. He realized that this was a very serious suggestion.
“Your Majesty Gryffindor the Seer?”
"Yes, he is a demigod. He summoned Erza and me before this mission," Amber said. "The storm is gathering, and a haze that even he can't decipher is approaching. In the face of those particularly terrifying existences,
The less we know the better."
Griffith hesitated for a few seconds. He shook his head: "I'm sorry, Amber, please allow me to decline your kindness."
"Well, I knew it," Amber jumped down from the table, came to Griffith's side, and patted his head, "but you must remember my reminder not to get too close to the storm."
"I remember."
"Well, I'll go sleep for a while, good night," Amber shook her blond hair and walked towards the door, "Don't be too miserable for the rats in the city, be careful of being eaten by bad cats."
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On April 1, 1444, in the Second Age, just after dawn, Griffith came to wake up several Beyonders and took them to the river. Due to the limited number of living corpses in the Lower City, except for a few major places
Many areas outside the stronghold were once again controlled by locals.
Griffith’s eyes were dark, and it looked like he hadn’t slept all night.
"What did you do last night?" Ophelia asked, "Today will also be a day of hard fighting, why don't you take a break."
“Because they don’t rest, I can only hurry up.” Griffith pointed to the north of the city.
There were bursts of shrill cries like wails and roars, accompanied by the sound of running footsteps like a tide.
“The infection in the north of the city has been unstoppable,” Griffith said while grabbing a piece of bread. “Last night there were people who escaped across the bridge from time to time and were taken into our custody. By this morning there were almost none.
“The extraordinary ones should have led the army and refugees to retreat to the Mage Tower and the area further north, and the militiamen will block the bridge.”