"Hah! That's it, you've worked hard all the way. ”

Angela patted the much thinner griffin and trampled on the castle under her feet, leaving clear footprints in the snow: "This can be used as your lair, and the ghouls inside must be able to clean up by yourself, so I won't interfere." ”

"Roar!"

The griffin roared and looked at Angela in disbelief, as if to say, "You're retarded!" ”

Angela raised her fist and shook it, looking at the griffin with a threatening gaze, the griffin shrunk her neck, took a step back in fright, and looked at Angela with a wary face.

Angela chuckled, her raised fist falling slightly, and she patted him on the head gently.

"Alright, that's it, goodbye."

With that, a mist exploded, a heat wave swept in, a cloud of snow flew, and the strong wind swept out a clearing, revealing the blue-blue stone bricks below.

After detonating several vampires in a row that night, Angela can be regarded as having learned the blood escape technique, which is the representative talent of vampires.

However, when the Blood Escape Technique came into Angela's hands, it became the Water Escape Technique.

The Blood Escape Technique consumes a lot of blood, and once it is transfused, it consumes a lot of water in Angela's body.

However, due to the existence of water magic, Angela only needs a small period of time to absorb enough water from the outside world to replenish herself, so this consumption is not large for Angela.

However, there is another problem here, vampires will cause a lot of damage to themselves when they use the Blood Escape Technique, but due to their recovery ability, they can recover quickly after using it, and the consequence is only excessive blood loss, so it is invisible to ordinary people.

Angela, on the other hand, doesn't have such a perverted recovery ability.

This problem is also solved by water source magic, just like the same blood escape technique, some vampires use it once and lose their power, while others can use it three or four times in one breath, which is not only related to their physique, but also to their ability to manipulate blood.

The strength of water magic lies in the subtle manipulation of water, and this subtle manipulation solves the problem of damage to the body.

As she became more proficient in the Water Escape Technique, and Angela grew in size, the damage began to be minimal.

Anyway, judging from the current situation, as long as Angela controls the rhythm, using the water escape technique will not cause much pressure on her.

Angela, who was traveling at great speed, expelled the air around her and rubbed violently against the air, forming a cyclone trajectory and letting out a snort.

Angela suddenly appeared in mid-air, and then her cloak spread widely, as if a pair of dragon wings were on her shoulders, gliding downward.

The griffin hurriedly ran to the edge of the top of the city wall, watched Angela swoop down, and then quickly pulled up with the help of a section of air, circled upward, and flew into the distance, flying farther and farther, turning into a small black dot, and then gradually disappearing.

A cold wind blew, and the griffin shivered, came to his senses, and became lazy, and moved his somewhat stiff body.

Some dazed eyes are active, ha! I'm not dreaming, right, this female devil is gone?

He pecked himself hard, a few feathers left his body, and he screamed in pain.

It doesn't seem to be a dream, it's great, free!

The griffon's heart rejoiced at the thought that he would not have to travel long distances overnight, and that he would have to give her some of the food he had worked so hard to catch.

But the thought of traveling overnight made the griffin's heart sink again.

Relying on Angela, he is no longer afraid of the night, he has a warm place to rest when he is tired, and the storm is no longer so frightening to him, and now that Angela is gone, these will be gone.

And think about the days with Angela, it seems to be quite pleasant, don't look at Angela bullying him all day long, but when others bully him, who has Angela's backing.

I still remember that time when he went to hunt, he was almost beaten by a strong six-armed King Kong and couldn't even recognize his mother, and then used the big move of summoning Angela in time, and then the awesome six-armed King Kong was beaten and cried, and now it's quite cool to think about it.

And that day, Angela was extraordinarily gentle.

Not only did he help him treat his wounds and bandage his wounds, prepare a warm bed for him, but also personally caught a big brown bear as food for him.

The griffin shook his head violently, no, I can't think about it anymore, I finally got free, but I must not go back to those days without freedom, otherwise it will become a trembling m?

I took a hard breath and cut! With Uncle Ben's strength, he can't go anywhere in this world, even if he really encounters danger, isn't there still the option of being from the heart, he is not stupid, he can still run if he can't fight, after all, he is an air unit, he can fly, and once he flies, most of them can only stare at him and watch him go away.

Erasing the sparkle from the corner of his eye, the griffon didn't notice the faint flame burning in his pupils.

It was Angela's gift to him to have the ability to see at night.

……

Angela, with the help of magic, sped fast all the way, because she flew high enough and often hid in the clouds, so it was much safer than rushing on the ground, but it was a bit more expensive, and she had to come down to rest not long after each rush, so it didn't take much time to travel at the end of the day, and most of the time was spent building camps, resting, and hunting.

Therefore, it is a bit slower than having a griffon with you.

Three days later, Angela crossed the abandoned Karossi River, which symbolized the border between the Geffen Kingdom and the Sith Empire, and encountered a vast bottle of refugees.

The number of this group of refugees is really a bit large, they span dozens of miles, forming large and small groups, carrying the old and supporting the young, people on horsebacks, wearing various colored clothes, holding wooden sticks, kitchen knives, swords and spears, like migrating beasts, from south to north, along the Imperial Avenue difficult trek.

And around this huge team, all kinds of beasts and monsters followed, greedily looking at the crowd, looking for a target.

Inside, all sorts of dark creatures lurk within, either protecting their families or trying to devour others in the darkness.

And the refugees are not of the same heart, some of them are richly dressed, riding in horse-drawn carriages, surrounded by soldiers, with their proud chins up, looking down on the untouchables around them.

Some were strong and greedily looked at the women and children around them.

Some are hunched over, skinny, dragging a dagger or wooden stick with one hand, and the other hand tightly protects the children around them, looking around vigilantly.

Some of their faces were numb, like corpses, staggering forward.

Some fell down as they walked, lying on their stomachs in the snow, their eyes closed, giving up the struggle, waiting for death.

It has been months since this huge team was far away because of the rampant cults of the evil gods.

They have been through so much, that every day people fall, or die of disease, or from hunger, or from attacks, or with riots......

Every day people die, and every day you can hear those whispered cries.

The original huge team of more than 100,000 people has now been less than 20,000, and everyone has lost a lot of weight, including those proud nobles.

The food has almost been used up, and those who have the ability to unite to hunt the beasts around them can only pick off the bark from the trees to pick up the fungi in those dark corners.

They can only walk like this, with no glimmer of hope in sight.

It was getting dark, and the people gradually stopped, and began to disperse into the forest in groups, holding their weapons and looking around vigilantly, looking at the cannibal monsters that were not far away, and quickly looking for everything they needed.

When night fell completely, scattered snowflakes fell in the sky and bonfires were lit.

"Let's have a bit!"

Looking at the middle-aged knight who was obviously vicious-looking but trying to show a kind expression, Caroline nodded lightly, took a lump of jet-black (unknown object) food with both hands, and said softly, "Thank you, Uncle Vaolet." ”

Caroline was very grateful to the self-proclaimed wandering knight Vaolet, because if it weren't for the sword in Valolet's hand, their group of lonely children would have been divided up by those vicious people, and they would not have survived now.

So even if she clearly knew that Valolet's purpose was not pure, it did not prevent her from being grateful.

At the very least, it is undoubtedly a better option to be sold than to be eaten.

Vaolet looked at the dozen or so children sitting in a circle around the campfire, circling around like a lion patrolling his territory, drawing his sword and his eyes red to threaten the claws of those who tried to reach out here.

He was a native of the Sith Empire, born into a down-and-out aristocratic family in the imperial capital of the Sith Empire.

It is precisely because of this that he clearly knows the value of these children, so he takes the initiative to take in these poor little ones who have been driven away or almost killed because they have awakened some kind of talent.

As long as he can successfully bring them to the imperial capital, then he will not only gain a lot of wealth, but also be able to get enough support to make his family rise again.

Therefore, these children are his wealth and his hope for the future, and whoever dares to harm these children, he will not hesitate to kill them.

The men retreated, knowing the power of this down-and-out knight wearing only a tattered chain mail, for the sake of the children, this "good old man" had already killed 12 men and a powerful beast, and had repelled a monster like a mad dog.

Seeing this, Valolet sat down satisfied, and nibbled the disgusting food in his hand.

It's been a few days, and it's good to wait until you get to Enoch, and when you get there, you must have a good meal, take a bath, and find a beautiful woman to loosen your muscles.

Valolet thought to herself, touching the few fruits in her arms that had been harvested along the way, and showed a smile.

Ha! At that time, I will have to rent a few carriages and a group of guards to try to reach the imperial capital as soon as possible, and I have had enough of this day.

"Oh no, Uncle Valolet, Anne... Annie... Woohoo......"

"Damn it!"

Vaolet cursed secretly and hurriedly ran over.

Of the children, Anne was the most valuable, and the reason was because she was the youngest.

It is also a child with awakened talents, but the price fluctuates greatly, and as a layman, Valolet only knows that the youngest child of this age is worth more.

And Anne is only six years old, and the second youngest is already ten years old, so Anne's value can be imagined.

Valolet stepped forward in a few steps, snatched Anne from the arms of an anxious boy, and made her so hot that he almost threw the little man out.

"Damn! Damn it! Damn ......"

Valolet's eyes were red, since yesterday, Anne had been suffering from a fever that had made him feel bad, and by noon this day he had passed out, and now that he had burned to this extent, he was even more anxious.

At this level, even he himself would have to be burned alive as a fool, and Anne ...... He was no longer worried about whether Anne would be abolished and cause her value to plummet, but about whether Anne would die.

"Damn it!"

He looked at the carriage in the distance, and lowered his head, wondering how he could get the greedy fellow to have his physician treat Anne.

Suddenly, the alarm bell sounded, and the surroundings seemed to be hot oil dripping with cold water.

Valolet jerked her head up, and saw a group of dark shadows descending from the sky.

Piercing screams exploded in the ears, and the scurrying people fell to the ground staggering, groaning in pain.

Valolet screamed, her eyes, ears and nostrils bloodshot, and Anne fell from her hands.

A dark figure rushed into the flames, only to see that it had the head of an ugly woman and the body of a huge eagle, and the stench of rotting corpses emanated from its body.

Harpy!

During these days, Valolet has dealt with them a lot, so she naturally knows their abilities.

Although these guys are monsters, they are not very strong in combat, so they generally feed on carrion and small animals.

Like Valolet, even if they lose resistance, they don't dare to move under normal circumstances, so its goal is clear.

"Damn it!"

Vaoret staggered, took a step back, drew his sword with a thud, and slashed at the Harpy.

The blade flickered in the flames, and as Vaoret swung it, a fierce cold light flashed through the night.

However, it was still a step too late.

"Bastard!"

Seeing a few feathers flying, and the harpy snatching Anne into the air, Valred was dumbfounded.

"Annie!"

Don't look at Caroline's age, but in this harpy banshee's scream, she is the least affected.

However, because it was far away from Anne, she did not arrive in time.

Caroline pulled out her dagger, slit open her palm, and threw the blood out of her palm.

Blood shot out like arrows, and the harpy seemed to feel a great threat, and quickly shook off Anne and quickly soared upward.

"Well done!"

Valret shouted, and the snow was left to splash, and the two of them could not see below Anne, and they were about to catch Anne.

Another harpy fell, quickly grabbing Anne and soaring.

"No!"

Crying out in despair, Carllet threw out the sword in his hand, but was easily dodged by the Harpy.

At this moment, a black shadow descended from the sky, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

The Harpy didn't have time to react before she was torn in half. Then he caught Anne firmly and fell to the ground.