After the two separate, Lana will join up with the secret power of the two counts as soon as possible, while Griffith will rush directly towards Galadia.
The supplies seized from Laura are mainly magic scrolls, amulets and potions, which are all consumables used by spellcasters to fill the dangerous cooldown time. Griffith plans to use some of them in the next battle, which can allow him to
The disguise appears more real.
As for Laura's equipment and sealed artifacts, they will be returned to her when the Chosen One's Sacrifice is over. From the current point of view, Griffith has no need to kill this Homemworth alumnus.
Along the way, Griffith was very vigilant. His whole body was hidden under a dark black linen robe, his commanding helmet was camouflaged, and his armor was replaced by a cavalry's standard breastplate, and he was painted with evil red and black paint.
of ornamentation.
He is definitely not the only one who is ready to seize the opportunity at the opening moment. Every one of the chosen ones is an extremely talented person. It would be unbelievable if no one targets the weaker Laura.
When launching an ambush in the cemetery, Griffith relied on his chosen home ground and used wandering ghouls and living corpses to block outside prying eyes. The battle was so majestic that it must have attracted attention. There were some auras of familiars fighting.
Near the end, it appeared in nearby streets and alleys.
Just when Griffith was on alert, a beautiful woman wearing a gorgeous purple robe was paying attention to him in a building not far away. She was wearing red and blue eye shadow, and her fair skin was
Wearing a blood diamond pendant around her neck, a pair of beautiful green eyes stared at the knight in the crystal ball. Beside her, there were several people hidden under black robes to guard and serve her.
"Lord Theramis, we have found no trace of Laura de Rockhaft, but the Death Knight is about to leave the ambush area. Do you want to start taking action?"
The purple-robed Theramis pondered for a while: "I have a feeling that Laura has left the show. Although I have no evidence, spirituality tells me so. She is usually so dazzling, but I didn't expect it to be so bad.
"This death knight is not the one who killed Lord Avignon, but he is also very powerful. There is a strange feeling, an indescribable abnormality, which makes people curious about his fate. Okay, mysterious death knight, run away
,
"Death is coming~"
Theramis flicked the crystal ball with her purple nails, and an echo spread straight into her soul.
This echo seemed to be harmless, and he sneaked into the bedroom of a house with the wind. The owner of the bed was sleeping deeply. He always slept well and drank a lot of wine before going to bed. Even tonight, when the neighbors were panicking, he
Also slept soundly.
Suddenly, he woke up from his dream and felt a dry throat. He reached out to the table and grabbed his own wine bottle. While pouring his favorite liquor into his mouth, he wandered to the terrace to get some fresh air.
As soon as he came to the terrace, he heard a few faint sounds coming from the neighbor's house. He was even more curious and wanted to hear it more clearly, so he lay on the handrail of the terrace and headed in the direction of the neighbor's house.
Lean out and get closer.
"Why does it stink so much?"
At this time, the drunk man smelled a very bad smell. He looked around and found that it was coming from a carriage and two workers at his feet. This carriage was specially used to transport night fragrance to the suburbs. The workers had just opened the
At the nearby pipe manhole cover, one person held a torch to illuminate, and the other held a boom and bucket, preparing to lift out today's share and transport it away.
"How long has it been since there was no shipment?" a worker asked.
"It's been a while. The documents were lost a few days ago and no one has been sent here. If they don't come today, they will be blocked."
The drunk man listened to their conversation and frowned in disgust. He forgot that his terrace was in disrepair and the stone handrails had already cracked. Under the weight of his fat body, they finally reached the point of cracking.
"ah!"
The drunkard screamed and rolled down together with the broken stones. Fortunately, the terrace was not high, and underneath was the wooden shed built by the kitchen window; unfortunately, the wooden shed was strong enough to let him fly.
Go out and hit the carriage below.
Who would have expected that a drunkard would fall from the sky and knock over the workers, causing the torches to fly out and slide directly to the mouth of the well.
"Be careful!" Another worker, with quick eyesight and quick hands, stepped on the torch. The torch was only a few centimeters away from the wellhead filled with feces.
"What's wrong with you?" The worker who was knocked down yelled as he was suppressed below, "If you let Mars fall in, you won't be able to—!"
The drunkard was so frightened by the fall that he lay on the ground for a long time and couldn't breathe. The workers grabbed him and tried to help him up, but the drunkard was too fat and couldn't get up. The three of them pushed and shoved each other without even noticing.
The wine bottle that fell together had flowed through the torch, igniting a line of fire and falling into the manhole.
"boom!"
Griffith, who was riding by on horseback, heard a loud noise. The sudden big explosion stirred up air waves, and the fragments hit the ice shield, pushing him out.
Explosion? What happened? I was attacked? Why didn't I feel any hostility at all? Was it a gas explosion? Griffith rolled on the ground for a long way before he stopped. The explosion was just ten seconds after he
A few meters away, even the heavy floor was lifted up. If Griffith hadn't had a strong shield and complete armor, this blow would have been enough to make him fall to the ground and unable to get up.
Before the stench of filth and gravel fell from the sky, he threw himself into a secret box, condensing an ice spear in his hand and ready to go.
Where?! In what way is the enemy?
Griffith was concentrating on searching for enemies, but he did not notice that an illegally built loft spire a few meters away from him had lost its balance in the explosion. The metal rope used to temporarily pull and fix the loft "bang" during the pull.
It broke with a sound, whipping towards Griffith like a sharp iron whip.
The iron rope was also embedded with iron nails and was stained with black and yellow rust. Griffith's Knight's Eagle Shield "snap" was pulled away, leaving a deep bloody mark on his face.
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Damn it, this is an attack! This is definitely an attack at the level of a transcendent! Griffith jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on, waved his hand and threw an ice gun in the direction of the collapsed spire.
The ice spear whipped up the wind and passed through the smoke, but there was no trace of anyone there, not even the breath.
Trouble! Griffith realized that he was being attacked from all directions, and his sense of perception was not enough to see through the enemy's concealment.
As soon as he took a step back, the stone slab under his feet had been cracked by the explosion, and it shattered when the knight in armor stepped on it.
"Bang!"
Griffith fell into an abandoned pipe. At the same time, the wall piers and columns on both sides collapsed as they collapsed, burying him head and face.
This enemy is completely different from long-range attackers such as wizards, rangers, and demon hunters. Even if he knows that he is nearby to bite him, there is no trace of him. Griffith dodges and counterattacks, as if he is fighting in a swamp.
, the more you struggle, the deeper you fall into the quagmire.
Griffith transformed into a blood bat and rushed into a house. Before he could regain his footing, he rolled over and hid in a corner.
He raised his head cautiously, and the continuous attacks seemed to have stopped. Before he could take a breath, there was a clanking sound above his head.
Griffith looked up following the sound and saw densely packed kitchen knives, boning knives, hooks and spikes hanging high on the rack above his head, shaking towards him with a cold light.
"Oh no!"
Griffith jumped up and ran away, the densely packed murder weapons almost sticking to his heels, clattering down.
"This, is this the attack of the Chosen One!
"They are completely different from the opponents I encountered before!"
It was you who forced me! It was you who forced me!
Hidden chosen one, let you see my real support!
Griffith had lost all will to fight. As he fled, he clutched the pendant on his collar and shouted hysterically: