Suddenly, the monster that was chasing after it like a gangrene in its bones retreated, and with a desperate murmur, it disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
What's going on... The exhausted Griffith stopped and looked around. At this time, he was still in the sewer, but the broken pipe walls and huge gaps still allowed him to see clearly outside.
scene.
The sky was slightly bright, and a thin blue light penetrated the darkness, illuminating the nearby buildings and woodlands. The green moon had receded, and the pursuit that had lasted a whole night finally came to an end.
Griffith had unknowingly passed through the strange forest on the edge of Canaan. What he could see in front of him was the majestic and gorgeous building complex of Canaan City.
A small stream flowed nearby, and the suffocating rotten stench disappeared, replaced by a clear coolness.
Griffith hurried over, washed his body and equipment by the stream, and then treated his wounds. Without the manpower to respond, the entire Canaan was a dangerous enemy territory for Griffith. However, this journey could not
It makes no sense to say it.
Who would have believed that the darkness of Canaan was filled with monsters if they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes!
Griffith quickly treated the injury, then took a few biscuits and walked away while chewing them. He was a transcendent, and it was only a matter of time before the powerful psychic ripples were discovered by Canaan officials, and pursuers would soon arrive.
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After walking two miles along the creek, he found a tunnel near the outskirts of the city.
This tunnel leads to the creek, but it is relatively clean and does not have much odor. After walking along the path along the edge of the tunnel for a while, the space suddenly opened up. Many simple and neat huts are attached to the ground like honeycombs.
On the rock wall of the tunnel, simple bridges cross the water and connect the narrow roads like a spider web.
This is it, the human settlement in Canaan!
The sky here is the ground of Canaan, and the humid air has caused a layer of light green moss to grow there, making it look very low and depressing. However, compared to the suffocating pursuit last night, Griffith still felt that he was in a better mood.
Much more comfortable.
As long as there are people, it is possible to find Confederate informants, or at least get manpower and intelligence.
Griffith released his psychic energy and sensed the nearby atmosphere. There was no movement in the nearby huts, but there were traces of a large group of people farther away.
He immediately cheered up and approached calmly. As a knight who has been accompanied by war, every move he made has been condensed with extraordinary composure and ability. Every movement and every move has a sense of naturalness.
Natural and smooth, you can enter combat status at any time.
"Swish, swish, swish."
There were soft noises coming from the alley. The sounds were clearly from the residents with their families, who were about to walk out from the corner in front.
Griffith immediately stopped, put on his helmet, held his swords in a place with good visibility, and stared ahead warily.
"Ah--!"
The first person to walk out of the corner was a middle-aged man. He was carrying a medium-sized package and an ax, followed by many people, old and young.
They were as nervous as a nest of rabbits, taking every step carefully, but their clothes were neat, their skin was rosy, and their complexions were pretty good.
"Who is it?" The man immediately raised the ax in his hand. The residents behind him shrank back.
He was answered by a low roar like a giant beast, and the red blood spread as if alive. The air became so cold that the breath condensed into ice. The human residents of Canaan only felt that their backs were weak and their legs were shaking.
Fighting, every cell in the body is screaming to escape.
"Dad~" A little girl of five or six years old hugged the man's thigh on the spot, and the others shouted together, turned around and ran away.
They were carrying large and small bags, and they were pushing each other, and their escape instantly turned into a stampede, rolling into a ball in the alley.
"Stop." Griffith shouted.
The crowd suddenly stopped like a toy that had run out of wind. They stopped running. Each one of them opened their mouths, and screams of fear were stuck in their throats.
"Disperse and do your thing." Griffith took a step forward. His order made everyone slowly stand up from the crowd as if they were being amnesty.
He went straight to the frightened man:
"Find me a place to sit."
How dare the middle-aged man disobey. He turned around and gave a few instructions to the others, pulled his daughter and asked Griffith to go aside.
They entered a small house and the man immediately closed the door.
"Rilla, make tea for this gentleman quickly," the man whispered, respectfully asking Griffith to sit on the best chair, "Your Excellency, are you the great lord of the Confederacy?"
Great Lord? What kind of statement is this... Griffith thought about his title within the Confederacy as "Blood Lord", and guessed that it meant the same thing.
Griffith nodded slightly.
This made the cold murderous intention weaken a bit, and the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief.
"I've been looking forward to seeing you!"
Oh? Griffith took the tea from the little girl and motioned for the man to continue.
"I am the secretary of the District People's Committee here, responsible for mass work in several blocks," the man rubbed his hands, half-bent, and said quickly and carefully, "The task given to us by the Confederacy is to mobilize the masses in this area and respond to
The main force! If a big shot like you comes, we will do our best to provide convenience for you!"
Griffith felt an inexplicable heartbeat and the strange naming was probably Roland's idea. A strange familiar feeling rose in his heart.
"How long have you been here?" Griffith pointed to the low stool beside him, "Sit down."
"Nine years, great lord!" The middle-aged man hurriedly moved half of his buttocks to sit down, and then shouted to his daughter, "Keep an eye on the door!"
The little girl who was hiding by the cupboard and watching ran away with a scream. The moment she turned around, Griffith noticed the shadow of a tail flashing under the off-white dress.
"Nine years~" the man said a little melancholy, "I said earlier that I could return to Qiming County in three years, but three years later and three years later, I got married here, my daughter is six years old, and comrades are coming more and more
However, the organization did not issue an order to evacuate.
"The situation here is getting worse and worse. The infected residents have begun to transform into withers, wandering in the underground magic corridors with the fallen elves, and attacking outside abnormally."
What withered? What magical corridors? The elves are corrupted? Damn it, I don’t know anything.
Griffith was a little panicked for a moment. The development of the situation in Canaan exceeded his expectations.
"Sir, you may not know," the middle-aged man continued, "most of the comrades we sent back to deliver intelligence have died. There are some strange things living on the edge.
"Qiming County has no understanding of the situation and keeps sending us more manpower, but they don't know the most critical first-line information."
"What's going on?" Griffith asked, "Why can people come in but can't get out?"
"The comrades who can come in alive have all entered through the entry channel and entered as laborers after being registered," the man replied. "However, Canaan has not let people out since the beginning of the year. If you want to leave, you can only go through the forest. Sir, you
How did you get in?"
"Through the forest."
"As expected of you!" The man slapped his thigh, "We organized several people to investigate, and those who were lucky enough to escape said that it was no longer the same as the Magic Corridor and the Nebula Temple in the center of Canaan.
It’s reality!
"It's full of monsters," Griffith said. "It's very dangerous."
"Sir, did you fight all the way in!?"
"Yes, what?"
As soon as Griffith finished speaking, he saw the middle-aged man fall to the ground, trembling all over like he was worshiping a god.
"Only a powerful being like you can kill the weirdness in the Edge Land!"
Okay, okay... Roland, you don't know anything... Griffith shook his head helplessly.
"Sir, if you want to go to the hinterland of Canaan, be careful!" The man continued, "These places are not only filled with monsters, but also madness that can break one's reason!"
"What's crazy?"
"Those pointed ears, the treasures they have been searching for for more than ten centuries, and the forbidden books are all stored under the Nebula Temple. Later, I don't know what happened, these things all came to life!
"Every night, they will get out of the ground, whisper in their ears, and play games with the creatures - guessing riddles, dancing, etc. As long as their wishes are not fulfilled, countless monsters will crawl out and tear people apart.
!
"This is all this year!"
I see, no wonder the number of monsters last night was so huge... Griffith somewhat understood.
"My lord, even you, the great lord, who possesses supreme power, cannot be careless.
"It is said that some monsters are particularly strong. As time goes by, if weaker monsters do not tear apart the enemy, they will come out!
"Their strength is not pure strength. Our best investigators say it is a rule."
I understand... Griffith nodded, stood up and said:
"I can't stay in one place for too long. You have to find a place to hide and pay attention to safety."
"Yes, your orders are our actions."
"How many comrades do you have?"
"We have countless comrades! But the city... is full of mutations. Living people who stay here for a long time will go crazy or turn into monsters!" the man replied, his face becoming frightened. "And
Recently, the pointy-eared people have tightened their inspections. Any living person who appears in the field of vision will be killed as long as he does not have a special identity card. Many comrades have sacrificed their lives.
"Sir, if you need it, we can arrange for you to disguise yourself as a special worker. However, it is really dangerous."
"Very good, get ready immediately!"
Having one more identity will ensure you are safe and sound. It doesn’t matter whether you go or not... Griffith pondered for a moment and asked, "Do you know why the elf has tightened the investigation?"
"Only a few words," the middle-aged man lowered his voice, as if there were spies lurking at the door. "Those pointed-eared cities and palaces have become like tombs. However, every clear night, the sounds of people drinking and drinking still echo.
In the cool air, the most magnificent mansion opened its doors to welcome a feast.
"We heard...
"The pointy-eared princess is back and turned into a monster.