Chapter VIII The Terrorist Incident in Manisa Village
He finally collapsed... If he still had the strength, he could capture the shaman alive and ask for some information at this time without killing him. The battle just now made no sense!
Griffith was so tired that he could hardly hold the sword. He turned around with a little regret and looked at the helpless elf behind the pile of corpses.
Galadia's originally fair face was now paler than paper. She looked at the trainee knights painted with red and black objects on the piles of goblin corpses, and then looked at the ferocious and hideous bodies spread out on the ground.
With a face of fear and internal organs squeezed out of his mouth, he turned around and held on to the wall before vomiting.
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Midnight falls in a small village surrounded by mountains.
Under the bright moonlight, the blood flowing from the dead villagers and goblins had dried up. Each of the dead heads stared ferociously and twistedly at the world of the living.
Griffith finally broke free from the paralyzing dehydration after the battle, carrying a long sword and short ax full of gaps, and trudged through the bloody water.
I didn't feel it when I was fighting just now, but once I rested, I felt that my whole body was wrapped in soreness. Although Griffith had many fighting experiences, he had to rotate defense and attack under the cover of his companions. He would start all over again like tonight.
The experience of hard top down at the end is only encountered occasionally when going out for reconnaissance.
Past experience told him that he must find a place to rest immediately, otherwise he might black out and faint against the wall at any time.
The villagers who lost their loved ones were still immersed in grief, desperately gathering the broken corpses and dragging them to the small square in the middle of the village. The village chief, who was lucky enough to survive, was leading people to remove the ropes left by the goblins on the wall and re-strengthen the front.
wooden doors. No one paid attention to the corpses piled up in the alleys.
If another group of goblins comes at this time, we won't be able to withstand it... Griffith tiredly found a corner with a wide view and sat down again, took off his helmet and laughed.
At this time, a breeze with a faint fragrance appeared beside him. The elf hidden in the night bent down and looked at him.
"What laughing?"
"I was laughing at the vulgarity and ignorance of the goblins, hahaha," Griffith laughed. "If they had left a team of men to break through from the main entrance, how would we have been able to resist them!"
The elf tilted his head and ignored him.
At this moment, the peaceful village suddenly became commotion again. The villagers who were cleaning the main entrance lost their tools and ran away.
"Here comes someone!" a cry came from the entrance of the village.
Griffith almost bit off his tongue. He immediately jumped up, buckled his helmet on his head and rushed forward. Seeing him arriving in the opposite direction, the villagers who were running back also stopped hesitantly.
Looking out from the damaged village gate, I saw a small group of people running out of the forest and stumbling to the gate.
These figures did not look like monsters, which made Griffith feel a little relieved. When they got closer, they saw clearly that they were the young swordsman Andy and his team members who met during the day, as well as the mage apprentice Mr. Isis.
Their whole bodies were stained with blood, and Badu, the giant axe-hand, was severely wounded in the abdomen, and the big ax was also lost.
"Badu was stabbed in the stomach by the goblin's dagger while trying to save me." The tears on the trainee nun's face were mixed with the blood. "My healing prayer was obviously successful, but I don't know why...
"
Griffith hurriedly asked the villagers to take Badu and find a place to lie down. Then by the light of the torch, the trainee knight discovered that a few abdominal wounds were in very bad condition, with pus and blood flowing out of the mouth together, and the pupils in his eyes had dissipated.
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"I will try to treat him, maybe." Mr. Isis was not injured, but he was very tired. "Please find me a quiet room."
"Are you a doctor? That's great. We have many wounded people who need treatment." The village chief heard the words of the mage's assistant and greeted Mr. Isis without waiting for a reply. "Young men, please make some rooms."
"I'm trainee Sister Pacifica," the thin girl raised her staff, "I can also help."
The villagers immediately settled the young adventurers and happily pointed them to the location of the injured. In such a deep dark night, it was reassuring to be gathered with more people of the same kind.
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After the village gate was hastily blocked, Griffith found the busy novice nun and gently asked about the situation.
"It was going very smoothly," Pacifica said timidly. "We captured the goblin and took back Mr. Isis' package. Just as everyone was collecting the loot, a goblin who was supposed to be dead suddenly
Lin jumped up and stabbed Badu in the abdomen with his dagger."
As she spoke, the novice nun covered her mouth and began to cry softly.
"I prayed to the merciful Mother Earth, and He gave generous gifts, and Badu's wounds began to heal. He also smiled and said it was okay."
"But, a few minutes later, he screamed in pain, put his hand into his abdomen, and pulled out his intestines..."
There was poison on the goblin's weapon. Griffith roughly guessed the situation, and then asked: "Have you tried to detoxify it?"
"I tried it. I gave him an antidote," Mr. Isis took over the question. "It's a mixture of honeysuckle, Ningshencao, Cold Dew Maple Breath and Skull. This is a common general medicine.
The poison made from demon excrement and poisonous weeds should be very effective."
As the mage apprentice spoke, he took out his potion and gave it to Griffith to smell.
"Isis and I worked hard to stuff his intestines back," the young swordsman Andy added. "Badu might have gone crazy with pain and asked us to take away his intestines."
The magical healing spells and antidote were of no use. Griffith felt that this had entered a blind spot in his knowledge.
Next we can only look at Badu's luck and see if he can persist until he is sent back to the town.
After asking the village chief to leave some villagers on night watch, Griffith climbed up to a roof and found a flat place to lie down.
The dry straw from the roof went through the gaps in the armor, which stung the person uncomfortable. The leather armor and mail armor that had been damaged in the battle just now had several twisted bulges, which made people very uncomfortable. Not only was it difficult to sleep under such circumstances,
Well, safety is not guaranteed either.
However, if you don't sleep now, not only will your tired body be unable to bear it, but your brain will also be unable to maintain a clear mind. If possible, Griffith would like to take turns with Galadia to rest and be on guard, but the elf doesn't know where he is hiding.
, disappeared without a trace since the adventure team appeared.
Griffith also did not want to rest near the unknown adventure team. He tried chewing a few pieces of dried meat, and there was a bitter taste in his mouth. This was a sign of excessive physical and mental exertion, and he needed to sleep as soon as possible.
He didn't dare to take off his armor, so he fell on the roof and fell asleep in a daze.
When reinforcements from the town arrive tomorrow morning, it will be safe... This thought lingers in the trainee knight's mind.
He didn't know how long he had been sleeping in a daze, but Griffith suddenly opened his eyes and sat up. Some indescribable strangeness stimulated his nerves.
The village was dark, and the red moon above the head had been dyed green at some point, casting a faint evil light. There was no trace of human activity around.
Griffith was startled and hurriedly approached the sentry at the main entrance from the roof and low wall. In the dim light, he saw two villagers sleeping soundly on the roof holding wooden guns.
"Wake up." Griffith slapped their heads with his sword scabbard and shouted sternly.
The villagers woke up immediately and looked at the trainee knight in horror. It took them a while to react:
"Sir, what happened? Did the goblin come up?"
"No, but if the goblins come, neither of you two idiots will survive," Griffith cursed softly, "Be vigilant and hold on until the morning and you will be safe. I'll go nearby to see if anyone can
Come and switch shifts with you."
After leaving the sentry post, Griffiths touched his way back from the roof and the fence.
In this dark place, the trainee knight could barely see ahead, and from time to time he would stop and look around in surprise.
In the summer mountain village, there are no annoying insects, as if all living things are fleeing into the dark distance. The weak summer wind blows on the face, and there is a chill that penetrates into the bone marrow and lingers behind.
The further Griffith walked, the more panic he felt. He was used to the intense heat and vitality in the military camp, and suddenly came to this strange mountain village. It really made people feel that there were ferocious monsters behind every corner and every shadow.
The elf who fought with him not long ago disappeared silently, like a phantom that never existed.
Griffith felt his heart tremble. The critical scene of fighting the goblins was really not that good compared to this strange and strange darkness.
At this time, a fishy smell penetrated into the nose. Rapid voices appeared in the darkness. I saw a spark of fire at the corner, where several villagers were gathering.
"What's the matter?" Griffith felt bad and immediately jumped off the wall.
The villagers were startled. It took them a while to see that it was the trainee knight who was helping. Then someone said:
"The dead Robertos was the brother of the village chief. His wife asked us to collect him and the corpses of several deceased people in a cool cellar. We originally put them in the hut over there, but we just arrived
When we were looking for it, we found that one body was missing. We are asking if anyone has moved it."
"What time is it now?" Griffith's face darkened and he asked hurriedly, "How long until daybreak?"
"One o'clock at midnight, there are still three and a half hours until dawn."
"Inform the village chief and ask everyone to take up arms," Griffith said. "Light the torch and call everyone up. Go!"
The villagers ran away in a hurry. Griffith turned and ran towards the hut where the adventure team was resting.
These young men were placed in a vacant hut not far from the main entrance of the village, and it was impossible to find them. The apprentice knight, armed with a long sword and a short ax, strode to the door of the hut without knocking, and kicked directly towards the door.
He kicked him over.
There was a scream from the people in the room, and two girls, the boxer Wu Lan and the trainee nun, were seen getting up from the floor in panic.
"Where are Swordsman Andy and Mr. Isis?" Griffith asked, and then added, "If necessary, pick up weapons."
The two girls seemed to be awakened from their sleep just after falling asleep. They pointed blankly to the room in the back room:
"Mr. Isis bandaged Badu's wound and then went to treat the villagers. Andy stayed inside to take care of Badu."
Griffith nodded and immediately walked to the back room. At this time, the night wind blew into the room, as soft as a silk scarf brushing his face, but it carried an indescribable bloody stench.
This stench flowed out from the cracks in the wooden door of the inner room, as if there were a room full of dead mice. Griffith's face suddenly turned pale, and he subconsciously raised his sword.
Suddenly, the wooden door was slammed open, and a huge black shadow rushed towards the trainee knight.
"ah!"
The two girls behind him screamed. Before Griffith could see clearly what was coming towards him, the black figure was already biting him like a mountain bear.
The trainee knight pushed the long sword lying horizontally in his hand and cut it into the black shadow's neck. At the same time, a thick giant claw had already swept towards him.
Griffith quickly blocked it with the ax in his left hand, and then flew towards the wall.
"Boom!"
The apprentice knight wearing double armor slapped the earth wall hard, causing the hut to tremble.
Griffith felt dizzy for a while, but he still hurriedly raised his sword and stabbed forward. The huge black shadow had already rushed towards the sharp tip of the sword.
There was a strange feeling on the long sword, like it was piercing into rotten wood, and the black head fluttered twice like a butterfly nailed to a specimen and then stopped moving.
Only then did Griffith see the face of the black shadow clearly.
The distorted face was barely recognizable as Badu's. The corners of his mouth and nose had rotted away, exposing the ferocious gums and nasal bones. His bronze body became dark and smelly, like a corpse that had been buried underground for several days.
As for the ferocious ones, the hands holding the ax were deformed, with sharp nails growing out like the claws of a raptor, and even a piece of it was inserted into the armor on Griffith's back shoulder.
The two girls in the adventurer team stood there as if they were petrified, unable to believe that their companions would become like this.
Griffith pushed away the rotting corpse and found that Badu's abdomen was even more fishy and ferocious, and the rot seemed to be spreading to the whole body from there.
This is a corpse that should have been dead long ago. Why is it still attacking me? Griffith felt a sense of surprise and dizziness in front of this incredible sight, but years of fighting allowed him to withstand the impact and recover quickly.
reason.
No matter how scary it is, it can't compare to that Behemoth. The trainee knight didn't have time to take a closer look, so he pulled out his long sword and looked into the inner room.
There seemed to be a pool of water on the dark indoor floor. Griffith lit the small oil lamp on the table outside and looked inside.
There was a dirty little bed in this small room. Pieces of bones, broken internal organs, pieces of meat, and black blood were scattered on the floor. There was also a round thing at the foot of the bed.
Griffith carefully walked around and saw the thing clearly by the firelight.
This is the head of the young swordsman Andy.
There were bite marks on his neck, and his head was torn off from his body and thrown here, together with the bone fragments and stumps on the ground, forming the last thing he left in this world.
how so……
Griffith pressed his forehead and took two steps back to lean against the wall, when he suddenly heard a shrill scream from beside him.
The screams were simply not like human screams. Seeing the mutilated limbs of their companions, Ulan and the trainee nuns tore their cheeks and screamed. Their eyes were bloodshot and twisted and did not look like humans, and their fingernails were
There were blood marks on his face but he didn't even notice it.
Their companion from a few hours ago turned into a walking corpse and ate another companion... Witnessing such a scene, both girls lost control.
"Follow me." Griffith called to the two of them. But they were completely indifferent, completely immersed in fear and madness.
The trainee knight shook his head and ran towards the door.
The village was in chaos, and the screams were mixed with a strange roar, making it impossible to identify the sound made by the monster.