The attack on October 5 caused tragic casualties. The white walls of Odessa were smeared with black carrion and blood stains, and the screams did not completely dissipate until dawn the next day.
The troops in Odessa were mobilized and began searching house by house and street by street.
Bayerland was not idle either. Some officers and nobles could not stay any longer and followed General Maximus and led the Twelfth Army towards the Neck. Since there were too many troops and accompanying carts, it was easy to get stuck.
Staying on the road to Teutoburg, the IX Corps and its auxiliary troops later set off from Odessa.
The Beyeland Auxiliary Corps to which Griffith belonged had to cooperate with the actions of the Ninth Corps. While waiting for departure, he came to the nearby Mage Tower and requested a data room as an officer, seizing the time before departure.
Get to work.
He first finished writing a letter to Galadia, reporting on his life and work, and then began to learn about local maps, historical records and official correspondence.
According to the map, leaving Odessa and heading north, ideally the army could quickly march in seven days to reach the valley of the Neck. The actual march time is about ten days. The road goes north along the Bey River, and there are densely populated areas along the way.
The plains and towns. Halfway through, turn right to the east and cross the Tirne River to reach the Sevastro region. Turn northwest to reach the vast plain grain-producing area and the northern border.
The girls of Anjou are active in Anjou County on the northwest border, 600 miles away from Odessa. It is the territory of Odessa, intertwined with the fiefdoms of the marquis and earl directly subordinate to King Beyeland, relying on the mountains and rivers
Together they built a defense line against the northern orcs.
The border territory of the Larmore family is not too far away. It is said to be a large piece of rich and beautiful land with many residents and is responsible for the defense of the border. This is where the ancestors of the Larmore family lived under King Beyeland a long time ago.
The rewards obtained for fighting under the flag of the country are also the nails that anchor the kingdom to Odessa.
The Earl's family may not go there once a year. When Griffith first arrived in Beyeland, he heard the Earl joking at the dinner that the harvest there would be poor on good days.
The housekeeper and the agent may be squandering the property~ Should I send someone to check it out and catch a few mice... Hey, forget it~ It's not my property, the count doesn't care, why should I care about this matter.
In the dry library, after drinking his second cup of low-purity ale, Griffith quickly read through several large cowhide-bound books, learned about some local forces, geography and history, and reached out and took out a stack of
Reports submitted by local extraordinary people and officials.
The top report was stained with blood. It stated that a mixed army of orcs, half-orcs and trolls were raging on the border, attacking manors and towns everywhere, and were finally wiped out by the border guards. There were no less than ten similar military reports, and the Clan Alliance
Several troops carried only very few supplies and sneaked through the mountains, forests and river valleys to the border of Odessa to attack, plunder or gather to occupy dangerous positions.
Nearby towns reported to Odessa officials that the town's gravediggers discovered that the corpses in the cemetery had opened up the graves and gathered into an army of the dead and entered the forest. The local lords or garrison knights said that extraordinary troops had been dispatched.
The police team went to investigate and found out that it was indeed the case and sent some people to pursue it, but no one came back.
The reports about undead creatures are all recent. Although they did not form a large-scale incident, they still caused great panic in various places. Letters of help to Odessa officials and the Holy Light Church came one after another. Comprehensive Ao
Judging from the attack in Dessa, the thread of life in the virtual realm is instructing his followers to take an active offensive, but what is the goal?
The Saint of Anjou was mentioned repeatedly in this series of reports. She led a militia to repel many orcs, supported the beleaguered towns, and achieved a brilliant victory. Logically speaking, the Saint should lead the believers
The militia formed came to join the army. Maybe it won't be long before Griffith will see with his own eyes what this obscure but famous girl looks like...
Griffith put down the document and fell into thinking. Gradually, he felt very tired and fell asleep on the table.
…
Griffith found himself in a burning town, with corpses lying on the roadside, both human and orc. A brutal battle broke out here, and almost no building was intact.
He nervously wanted to grab the weapon, but found that he was empty-handed. The orc ran directly past him, completely unaware of his presence.
They caught a girl.
Her appearance was unclear, her silver breastplate was stained with blood, and the sword in the scabbard on her waist had been lost. The orcs were all injured and shouted angrily:
"Burn her to death!"
"Burn the succubus!"
They tied the girl to the burning rack, and then threw firewood and straw at her feet. An orc warrior dressed as a commander limped up to the girl, leaning on a spear.
The orc is very strong and has entered middle age. His majestic body is stronger than the city wall, and his majestic aura puts the mountains to shame. There is an old wound on the left side of his face from top to bottom, and a new one has been split from left to right.
The wound made his face look more ferocious, but his words were very polite.
"Banshee, your people have fled, and they have handed you and your army over to my warriors. The victory has been decided.
"Above the vast sea of grass and stone fields, no one can save you; under the sky shrouded like a dome, the evil god is broken under my warrior axe.
"This is all over, you will be purified by fire, and no one can save you.
"I command you to repent and let this end."
After saying this, the orc let out a long sigh, his ferocious face full of joy.
"I don't need to confess," the girl's face was as blurry as if covered with mist, but her voice was clear and firm, "If possible, I even want to live a little longer. My guardian will come, no matter what
The past is still the present, unless time can be stopped."
The orc spat a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood: "May your soul be purified. Soldiers, light a fire."
He waved his orders to his subordinates, and the flames soared into the sky and swallowed up the pyre in the blink of an eye.
The girl was surrounded by flames. She had no fear, nor did she scream or cry like other people who were burned. She just murmured in a low voice.
Griffith came closer, trying hard to hear what she was saying. When he came to the fire, the flames burned his cheeks, almost setting his hair on fire. Here, he heard intermittent sounds.
.
"Griffith, what are you doing?
"You came so late..."
Me, why me? Griffith wanted to stop her, but could not get any closer to the rack. He watched the girl disappear in the flames, and the melancholy of loss rolled out endlessly.
…
"Griffith."
"Captain, wake up!"
"Wake up, Griffith!"
Griffith woke up from his sleep and suddenly raised his head. He looked around and found that Sonia was grabbing his arm. Kallen and the maid Anna, who were serving as guards, were also beside him. Kallen hit his arm with the hilt of her sword.
Ana patted his head with a wet towel dipped in cold water.
The would-be knight had ice water applied to his face and jumped up with a "chang" sound.
"what's the situation?"
"Your Highness summoned us for an urgent military situation," Sonia said anxiously. "In addition, we received an urgent report from the trainee nun in Lansada to you!"
Lanzada, then this report will be about the Saint of Anjou?
This is a report from a town in Odessa called Pierrefonds, signed by Lansada.
"Knight Griffith, this is the third letter I have sent. May the Holy Light protect our brave messenger to break through the blockade.
"I am in a border town called Pierrefonds, with Angevin girls, three thousand militiamen and tens of thousands of refugees.
"We originally planned to move towards Teutoburg. A few days ago, the Saint discovered that a large group of orc regular troops appeared behind us, preparing to attack Pierre Feng. If they succeed, they will cut off the Teutoburg and Anjou areas.
contact.
"This orc army came very suddenly, and we didn't get any information in advance. When we arrived in Pierrefonds to evacuate the refugees, we found that the garrison of the nearby fortress had already left, abandoning the fortress and baggage without even notifying us. More than
Three thousand clan alliance troops suddenly broke out of the fortress and attacked us.
"The Angevin girl commanded the troops to retreat so that the refugees could retreat safely. However, after the defender retreated without authorization, the orc army blocked our way.
"Under the leadership of the Saint, we retreated into the town of Piefeng, where we built walls and trenches to hold on. There were armies of orcs and orcs from all directions, but none of our troops came to support us! We had no food and no weapons.
, many, many people were injured.
"Knight, I beg you, for the sake of the brave saints and warriors here, come and help us! Save me!"
The handwriting on the letter was blurred in many places. Lanzada was not the kind of person who would wet the letter paper.
Griffith collected the letter, stood up and said to Sonia: "Let's go to the headquarters."
Then, he turned to Kallen and said: "Go and inform the squadron to assemble immediately and prepare for the emergency march. In addition, it is recommended that the squadrons of Urenas and Yellen also prepare."
…
When Griffith and Sonia arrived at the headquarters, everyone received an emergency report from the direction of Pierre Feng.
The prince was sitting at the table, looking at the map solemnly. A group of officers surrounded him, silent.
"Where is General Maximus?" the prince asked. "Send a messenger to recover them. As long as the general launches an attack, Pierrefond's situation will be better."
"The old general is heading to Teutoburg with the Twelve Legions," a staff officer said, "In addition..."
Another staff officer said: "The general cannot launch an attack. There are no suitable roads near him."
The prince dropped the quill in his hand on the map, stood up and walked around the camp. His expression was urgent, as if it was doomsday.