Chapter 18 Teamfight of the Chosen: Griffith has many friends
Griffith heard the curse inexplicably. At the same time, he saw a ray of fire falling from the sky.
"Diaz, go and get his emblem for me," Naila ordered. "The prince and the others will arrive soon, and we will fight quickly."
The former Odessa witcher, Diaz, was already standing in front of Griffith. Not to mention his current disease-ridden state, it would take the extraordinary witcher to kill him in a one-on-one situation.
It is calculated in seconds.
At this almost desperate moment, Griffith suddenly felt a throbbing. He raised his head and looked behind the extraordinary demon hunter, and the solemn expression under the mask of pain and tension actually relaxed.
"Just now, all of them were hiding like hibernating bears. Now they show up when they see the profit?" Griffith hummed in a hoarse voice, "You are doing a good plan, you all want it."
Wait for others to weaken and pick up the ready-made ones, cough cough cough! However, there are so many cheap things in the world!
"Minos!"
Griffith gave the order to the bone ring. The blood puppet attached to his body immediately transformed, stretched out six octopus-like tentacles, and dragged him towards Diaz in a funny and decisive manner.
"Huh? Have you given up on yourself? Or do you want to die together? The Hand of God says that he is a pseudo-death knight, but it does not deny his danger. I have to be careful..."
The extraordinary demon hunter was not careless. In a sudden thought, he took off the long whip wrapped in flames from his waist and whipped it. Griffith's breastplate was shattered on the spot, a bloody wound was opened on his chest, and he flew out like a top.
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"Idiot, kill him! Immediately, immediately!" Naila saw her demon hunter hesitate and shouted sternly.
"Hahaha, hahahaha, cough cough cough!"
Amidst the laughter that was almost crazy, Griffith was knocked into a garbage pile with a clang. Before the clanging, clanging, ping-ping, ping-pong-pong-pong sound subsided, Naila and Diaz heard a wanton, crazy roar.
, a frantic cry
"You've been fooled, witcher!
"Here, use your spirituality to look here, this is my escape route!"
Diaz leaned forward, charging up like a bow and arrow, preparing to attack, and then the knight was already powerless. Suddenly, his spirituality was touched, and his whole body was suffocated, trembling like a frog being watched by a natural enemy.
stand up.
Who, who is there?!
Just where the pseudo-death knight fell, there was a sound of the heels of boots hitting the ground in the deep dark alley. It was bright and sexy, making people subconsciously connect the owner of the boots with the mature and beautiful woman.
Young woman connects.
Soon, the dark alley was illuminated by a bright fire. If you look closely, you will see that it is a swaying bundle of flaming red hair, walking towards this side amidst the suppressed and noisy arc of electricity.
…
"Theramis, I recruit you to fight for me in the name of the future king," Prince Commodus regrouped and said to the assassin lady sitting in the corner, "I am going to pursue you now. You can use your abilities to monitor the battlefield and assist
I."
"Yes, Your Highness." Theramis lowered her head and agreed. When she raised her head, the prince had turned into a golden light and swept towards the north.
Eh~ What else can I do now? Without the support of a fixed magic circle, my spirituality cannot operate the "accidental carnival". At most, I can only see what is happening there.
Due to the shift of the battlefield, nearby followers and monitors have moved here cautiously. Theramis, who was not worried about his life, activated the crystal ball, observed the situation ahead, and muttered to himself as if to relieve his boredom:
"The death knight's backup should be here too, let me see what it is!"
…
"Zheng!"
Golden light and silver arcs rolled and lingered around Erza, then turned into a bolt of lightning and swayed past Diaz's spear, kicking him in the jaw before he could react.
Diaz only saw the flickering light and flying red hair, heard a loud smashing sound from his chin, and flew into the sky. His keen senses only had time to detect the flash of hot breath behind him.
Erza waved her hand and chopped off his wrist that was holding the long whip in an attempt to counterattack. Before the extraordinary demon hunter could adjust his posture to counterattack, she swept Diaz's left abdomen with her leg.
Diaz roared and rolled in the air at a speed faster than Griffith's.
With the help of a series of attacks, Erza clamped and locked Diaz's waist with her two straight long legs, reached out to grab the back of his neck and rolled rapidly in the air.
The sky and the earth were spinning, and the stars were moving. Before Diaz could figure out the direction, he saw the earth approaching him rapidly. The moment she threw him away, Erza twisted her amazingly elastic waist, turned over in the roar of the wind and rain, and headed towards just now.
The escaped demon hunter swept away from top to bottom.
"boom!"
The beacon smoke has cleared away, and Luoshui is dust-free.
At the same time, Griffith struggled to stand up, and the wounds all over his body were spewing blood like a fountain. He gestured his middle finger in the direction of Naira: "One after another, okay, cough, cough, no.
It’s just a bunch of people, hey, who doesn’t have a girlfriend yet?”
He holds a mithril pendant tightly in his hand, which is blooming bright and clear light like a morning star. An invisible ray of light is penetrating the deep darkness, connecting him to a distant place.
A trace of surprise flashed across Naila's eyes. She suddenly saw a tall and lithe figure gradually outline beside the knight who had been seriously injured and fell to the ground.
Around this figure, there is a dense magic network that rotates like a star gate.
She hadn't even arrived here yet, but the natural scent, like the red leaves of an autumn forest, was already refreshing.
She walked out of the star gate with a long bow on her back and swaying waterfall-like long hair. The dark and messy alley turned into a fragrant garden at this moment, full of vitality, and you could vaguely hear every petal and every sound.
Every leaf rustled in the breeze, cheering her name.
"Galadia!"
She held the golden longbow that resembled the fluttering wings of a phoenix, and the flowing light scattered with her graceful steps like the feathers of the phoenix. This powerful weapon was once used by her to rescue Griffith in the Whispering Forest.
Now it has once again spread its powerful aura.
As soon as Galadia came to Griffith, she opened her arms and put her arms around his neck in front of Naira, lifted a little of his visor, raised her head and kissed him deeply.
Griffith was wrapped in the rose-like fragrance and indulged in the beautiful scent of the flower field. His tension and fatigue were washed away, and the illnesses and injuries that had entangled him were expelled.
Theramis, who was watching the battle from a distance, couldn't believe his eyes at all:
"Seven gods, isn't this a death knight? Is his true identity the protagonist of the era? I, I can't accept it!"