The heavily armed Griffith walked through flat country roads, across creeks and over hills. For him personally, such marches have been a common occurrence in the past two years.
According to his plan, he only needed to march 30 miles on good roads and arrive before dusk. During the operation, he had to remain ready to fight at any time.
The four-person adventure team we saw earlier walked in a hurry, as if they were not going to fight but to grab free apples.
Although they looked very unreliable, Griffith still felt that he should rendezvous with friendly forces as soon as possible. After ruling out the option of a militia group camping in the wild, he could only try to persuade the adventure team to
Stay in the village for one night and wait for the next day to join the main force of the militia and destroy the nest.
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Two hours after leaving the town, the vague figure of the adventure team had appeared in front of the road. At this speed, there should be no problem in reaching Manisa Village before the sun goes down.
When he thought that the adventurers seemed to be repelled by forming a team with outsiders, Griffith also stepped forward and kept a distance from them silently.
The road leading to the mountainous area began to become winding and narrow, and the dense forests obscured the hillsides on both sides. Griffith immediately became alert. In a place like this, an ambush is simply impossible to prevent!
At this time, a faint smell of blood floated from the front, and faint wailing sounds of pain could be heard.
Griffith hurriedly grasped the spear, bent over and entered the woods nearby, and weaved through the woods.
The adventure team also noticed the situation after a while, picked up their weapons and rushed forward.
Soon, bursts of fighting and roaring shouts came from the front, and the adventurer team walking in front had already entered the battle.
The fighting and shouting soon subsided. When Griffith arrived, he found a broken carriage parked on the edge of the road. The driver and the packhorse pulling the carriage were stabbed into the stomach with sharp weapons and were gone.
breathe.
The four members of the adventure team were surrounding the carriage. The thin trainee nun was treating a man who had injured his leg. Badu was waving his big ax and cutting off the heads from several green corpses scattered around.
While cutting, he muttered: One silver man, two silver men..."
"You're late, these are our trophies!" Miss Boxer Ulan noticed Griffith approaching and immediately shouted with a straight face.
Yes, yes, I know. The trainee knight nodded obediently towards Miss Boxer, bypassed them and inspected the scene.
"Mr. Isis was attacked by goblins while driving through here, and the driver was killed," the young swordsman Andy said while wiping the blood on his sword and pointing to the body on the ground. "Fortunately we are here.
Good morning, four of them were killed, and six more escaped. Oh, by the way, this is the Griffith trainee knight of the Eastern Army."
Griffith followed the direction of the young swordsman's fingers and saw four short corpses with their heads cut off, and gurgling black blood was flowing out of the wounds.
"Hello, Mr. Apprentice Knight." The middle-aged man who was sitting on the ground and receiving treatment endured the pain and said, "I am the mage apprentice Isis. I came here to investigate the situation on the order of the mage, but I was halfway there. Oops.
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The novice nun hurriedly apologized profusely. She was not skillful in praying, and she made a small failure when treating the wound, which caused the originally not serious knife wound to tear a little more.
"Hello, Mr. Mage Apprentice."
Griffith nodded his helmet as a greeting and continued to inspect the battle scene.
The coachman's stomach was opened and his intestines were pulled out. His face was full of stiff pain. Dried blood and broken intestines were scattered randomly on the grass by the roadside.
"Mr. Isis, when were you attacked?"
Isis said while bandaging the wound: "About half an hour ago, four little monsters suddenly jumped out of the woods and killed the coachman. I could only stand on the shelf and use wooden sticks to defend myself. Fortunately, they were too short to climb up at the moment.
, it was like this for a while.
"Then, two of them started tearing at the coachman's stomach, and the remaining two continued to attack me and scratched my thighs."
"Then we arrived!" The boxer girl said proudly, "These guys actually had an ambush. Six more of them jumped out of the woods, but we easily beat them away."
"Why did they choose to attack during the day?" Griffith looked up at the sun. It was still early and the sun was still hot.
"Who knows~" Andy shrugged indifferently.
At this time Badu said: "By the way, if we continue on our way, can we get to the village before dark, or should we search their lair? Those goblins were injured just now, and the blood stains will lead us to their lair."
nearby."
"Slowly," Griffith hurriedly stopped, "Everyone, let's go to Manisa Village together. It will be safer to meet with the town's militia tomorrow and then go to encircle and suppress the nest."
The rest of the adventure team thought about it. The boxer girl was very determined to go to the lair and kill the goblins in one go, but the other two people had some hesitation on their faces.
"Wait!" Isis yelled, "I will pay you 10 silver coins to snatch my package back. It contains all the materials and medicines that I collected with great difficulty. Those cunning brothers
Bryn snatched them away. We can follow their blood trails."
After hearing this request, the adventure team began to unite in their opinions, and the boxer girl thought this was a good idea.
"Mr. Apprentice Knight, can you come with us?" Isis asked respectfully.
"No, I have to rush to Manisa Village to provide support."
"No need, the four of us are enough!"
The voices of Griffith and the boxer girl sounded almost at the same time. The young swordsman Andy also relaxed obviously on his face.
"If you haven't retrieved the package when it gets dark, come to Manisa Village as soon as possible," Griffiths had given up hope of bringing the adventurer team back to the village for defense, but he still warned, "
The forest at night is dangerous."
"I know, I know." The boxer girl waved her hands impatiently. Her companion Badu began to dig a hole in the ground to bury the coachman's body, while Andy supported the mage's assistant and walked into the woods first.
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When the sun was about to set, Griffith, who was walking alone, could already see the shadow of Manisa Village. Looking from the hillside to the plain where the village is located, the villagers were driving their livestock back to the village, a peaceful scene.
Fortunately, I caught up...
"Jiejiejiejie~"
A sharp scream suddenly came. A large and small black dot suddenly appeared on the gradually darkening land. They moved quickly on the flat land, and they could barely see the black dots and threw some unfortunate villagers to the ground.
The villagers who had not returned to the village were in chaos, and their miserable and frightened screams resounded throughout the fields.
You actually launched an attack at this time!? Are you planning to seize the gate while the villagers return to the village?
The trainee knight who left the front line had no horse to drive. He continued to observe the surrounding environment while trotting towards the village.
A number of figures emerged from the village gate in the distance, holding long and short things and waving them. But they didn't seem to dare to leave the village gate too far, they just waved the weapons in their hands and shouted.
"This is not possible!" Griffith was less than 200 steps away from the village. He threw down the package on his shoulder, held the short gun in both hands and rushed towards the attackers who were chasing the villagers.
The distance between the two sides quickly closed, and in the dim light what the trainee knight saw were dozens of little monsters not much taller than children. They had pointed ears and green skin all over their bodies. No matter how fat or thin they were, they only covered their waists.
Wrapped in dirty rags, he was armed with a wooden stick, a machete and a short gun.
Goblin!
These creatures screamed and pounced on the villagers they caught, knocking them to the ground with sticks. Then a large group of little monsters swarmed up and beat them down like raindrops with various weapons. Occasionally, there were also a few women.
After being caught, these goblins grabbed the women's hair and clothes and dragged them back.
The goblins didn't notice Griffith approaching from behind at all. However, once the battle started, it was only a matter of time before they noticed.
Their organization must be defeated as soon as possible!
Griffith rushed forward quickly, holding the gun in both hands and struck sideways. The inferior short gun used the impact speed to open a large hole in the skull of the two goblins, and red and white liquid splashed out. It was still sharp.
The woman who called for help suddenly found that the power to hold her had disappeared, and then she heard a thump.
Griffith didn't even look at his victory or the rescued woman, and continued to trot forward. The goblins on the field were scattered everywhere like sesame seeds on pancakes, and Griffith waved the short gun in his hand.
Stabbing left and right, goblins fell one after another like waves of wheat blown by the autumn wind.
Some of the fallen little monsters did not die immediately, and they rolled and let out shrill screams. In the noisy field, the Goblin team that was suddenly attacked from behind still didn't understand what happened, and they were like pudding thrown on the ground.
It cracked open, and most of the prey that had given up on themselves looked around nervously.
Griffith moved calmly while fighting, targeting strong goblin warriors or goblins who were still holding on to women in the village. Among his enemies were also cunning and cruel people, armed with sharp blades.
They fought back against the trainee knights, but under the attack of long weapons, these monsters were powerless and were killed in the blink of an eye.
A green shadow suddenly jumped out of the grass and rushed towards Griffith from the side. The trainee knight stabbed it out of the air with one shot.
Almost at the same time, a force hit his helmet hard. Griffith was staggered, and he reached out and pulled a goblin holding a hammer from behind his head.
The coordination was quite skillful! Was it a coincidence? The trainee knight slammed the goblin to the ground, raised his iron boots and crushed its head.
"Jie Jie Jie!" Three more goblins rushed towards him. They suddenly dispersed four or five meters away from Griffith. One attacked from the front and two outflanked him from both sides.
Damn it! It's not a coincidence! Griffith let go of his hands, and before the short gun landed, he pulled out a dagger and threw it to the right. Then he jumped to the right, and during the jump, he pulled out another dagger and threw it to the left.
Here comes the Goblin.
"Ah!" The two little monsters screamed. At the same time, the enemy in front of them rushed forward and stabbed Griffith in the chest with a sharp bone-picking knife.
Griffith raised his hand to block it, and a burst of fire erupted from his sturdy gauntlet. Then before the surprised enemy could react, Griffith grabbed the Goblin's arm with his backhand and smashed it to the ground.
"Bang!" The little monster's head hit a rock and split into pieces.
They are capable of simple coordination...someone has trained these creatures!
The trainee knight took a breath, retracted the thrown dagger, picked up the short gun, and rushed towards a small group of enemies. Among the remaining enemies, there was no such a group that cooperated skillfully. Griffiths moved around on the not-so-large battlefield.
After several rounds, all the goblins who dared to fight were killed. The remaining little monsters howled and fled northward into the depths of the forest.
After killing almost fifteen of them, fifteen silver coins were paid. En. Griffith glanced at the scattered corpses on the field with satisfaction. After confirming that there were no living enemies, he pulled out his axe, chopped off the heads of these little monsters one by one and put them in the box.
A pocket.
These dirty, ferocious creatures really have nothing but broken weapons and rags around their waists.
Griffith quickly collected the loot, picked up his luggage, and then walked towards the village gate.
Many villagers gathered at the gate of Manisa Village. While they comforted their neighbors who had a lucky escape, they stared with wide eyes at the trainee knight as he walked through the gate and walked towards the village.
Griffith, carrying a short gun on his shoulder and wearing double armor, walked steadily, and the stones on the ground made a crackling sound with his iron boots. The frightened villagers retreated to both sides consciously like the tide against a rock.