Griffith, who had completed a barrage of blows, took two steps back, shook and fell to his knees. Using the power he had just gained took a big toll on his body.

"Griffith," Sonia scrambled to the kneeling knight and fed him a healing potion.

The severe injury to his lower back made Griffith speechless in pain. The counterattack just now was all driven by the ability of the advanced rank. In other words, ordinary people will undoubtedly lose their combat effectiveness after receiving this blow.

"He didn't go far," Galadia guarded the two of them, "After receiving such a quadruple blow, this bloodline can still exert extraordinary abilities?! He must have touched the threshold of Sequence 6. ”

A fiery healing potion poured into Griffith's mouth, slightly suppressing the pain of the piercing. Although he couldn't stand up, the wound on his waist was quickly stopped and closed under the effect of the potion.

"You go first, I'll ...... Come hold him back," Griffith could speak again after a moment, "The Bloods are scarce, but I've seen them in the East, and the blow just now was enough to hurt them hard. I could perceive Baron Anselm's madness hovering nearby, he had changed. While losing some of his orthodox abilities, he may have gained an even more unpredictable life force. ”

"Don't think about this," Galadia vetoed the trainee knight's suggestion, "The difference in your strength is too great, and even delaying it won't last long without my cover." You won't be able to use the ability a second time in a short time. We can only deal with him together, or delay, and as soon as the professors arrive we win. ”

"But we can't wait for him to attack us," Sonia said after a moment's thought, "Griffith is badly wounded, and we can't afford to do it if he does it again." ”

"You're right. Then we'll attack, and my inspiration should be able to find his trail," said Galadia, "and I'm going to listen and scout his breath." ”

"Wait, this is the Whispering Forest, and your inspiration may lead you to something even worse," Sonia grabbed a knife, took a few steps forward, and turned to Galadia as she said, "The danger of the Whispering Forest comes from spiritual pollution, which is why the creatures here have become chaotic and crazy. I have a more convenient and safe way, it hurts~"

The blonde girl said as she slashed the knife across her palm, and beads of blood rolled down the blade.

"Sonia, what are you doing?" Griffith was taken aback. In this forest, the smell of blood makes Sonia a target for hunting.

Galadia shook her head and replied for Sonia:

"The pollution of the Whispering Forest strengthened Baron Anselm's life, but it also eroded his mind.

"The Bloods are calm, cunning predators, but while pollution strengthens his life force, the primal bloodthirsty instinct also transcends reason. Sonia is luring him out of the darkness with her own blood, get ready!"

A black wind rushed out from the depths of the forest, mixed with frantic shouts.

"Blood!ah, pure maiden blood!"

"Where's the drop, where's the drop! Let me lick it!"

Griffith didn't even have to concentrate to see chaotic psionic ripples surging in the wind, and the Bloods were clearly on the verge of manic insanity.

Galadia locked onto the trail of the wind and began to chant, the silver light gathering on her arrows in a dazzling glow.

"Creatures of Darkness, I pray for the blessings of the Goddess of Starlight for you!"

Pure silver light bloomed. The darkness in the forest retreated like a tidal wave.

Griffith rushed forward with his dual-armed weapon. The silver light struck the wind before him, shattering it into a shattering black mist.

"Wow, ahhhhhh

Baron Anselm fell to the ground with a scream. But he jumped to his feet, ignoring the fact that the silver light was tearing through his body, and lunged at Sonia with all his hands, completely forgetting about dodging and defending.

The elf's sharp arrows hit one after another, each time knocking him back a step or two.

Sure enough, it was confused...... Griffith struggled to his feet and smashed a vial of secondary retardation potion at the feet of the porcupine-like baron. As a cloud of yellow smoke rose up, the Blood Baron's madness mutated to the point of being comical in slow motion.

Griffith raised his sword and axe, slashing towards the Bloodclan like a chopping chop. This time, the feeling of starting is still dry, but it is not like the feeling of chopping wood and chopping soil as before, and it is obvious that the blood baron has been attracted by the blood, and he appears directly in the battle with his own figure.

Sonya, who was the bait, was also frightened by the Blood Baron's pig burst, but under the continuous knockback of the potions and Galadia, Baron Anselm's movement speed was almost reduced to the limit, and he was about to be killed in the assault.

However, as rancid blood continued to splatter out, Griffith noticed that there was a glimmer of clarity in the baron's confused and manic eyes.

"Griffith, get out of the way!" said Galadia.

Baron Anselm, whose vitality had fallen to a certain extent, seemed to have suddenly escaped his madness, and in an instant he stopped his sprinting pace and raised his hand to hit Griffith's wrist in a gear. A tremendous force came from the wrist, accompanied by the sound of bones cracking. The sword in Griffith's right hand flew out immediately, and a sharp pain came from his wrist later.

What a lot of power, just such a casual blow shattered my bones!Griffith didn't have time to be surprised, and took advantage of the situation to slash the axe in his left hand towards the Bloodline.

A faint golden light gathered on the blade of the axe, turning the divine power into an even sharper edge.

The blade of the axe slashed across the Bloodclan's shoulder, instantly bringing out a rancid body fluid, mixed with a crackling explosion.

"Not bad!" Baron Anselm flashed to the side, nodding his head slightly and saying in a charming voice, "the blessings of the elves and your strength have greatly restrained me, but today I have to thank you, although you are full of malice. ”

Baron Anselm regained his composure from the massive blood loss and the burning of the Holy Light: "Although it is not my intention, I will suck up this man's blood first, and then come back to enjoy the main meal!"

Galadia threw away her longbow and drew the silver knife at her waist and appeared behind the Bloodclan like a whirlwind, slashing at the back of the corrupted baron's neck: "Griffith, get out of the way!"

"It's useless!" Baron Anselm pointed his finger at the Cadet Knight, "to show you the power of the Nightblood." Let me be the wind!

"Blood Curse, Blood Bat Storm!"

A black bat exploded from Baron Anselm's body, whipping up Griffith unprepared and heading towards the depths of darkness.

Galadia's lightning-fast slash shatters a dozen bats. But it couldn't stop Griffith from being swept up by the rest of the bats and disappearing into the endless darkness.

......

"Gott~"

Griffith braced himself up and got up from the ground dizzily. The bones of the whole body were trembling, the fingers and toes had almost lost feeling, the mouth was full of bitter taste, and the stomach was turning upside down, and I really wanted to vomit out the stomach acid.

The Blood Baron, with whom he had just been fighting, was gone, and there was still a thick darkness all around, and the silence was mixed with palpitating whispers.

Dizziness, dizziness...... The whispers were closer than before, and even the field of vision began to tread to tawny.

Griffith barely remembered being swept up by the bats that had sprung up from the baron's body and flew for a long time towards the depths of the forest. Now, his sword and axe were all missing, and all he had with him were two daggers.

Griffith pulled out his dagger and held it in his hand, fumbling with the pouch he was carrying.

Several small packets of the charge were still with me because they were tightly tied. But I don't know where the dry food and the water bottle have fallen.

It's terrible, and I don't know where I was taken......

"Hehe, this feeling is really rare~" Baron Anselm's voice came from the side.

Griffith hurried to follow the prestige, and saw the Baron of the Blood Clan lying in tatters under a large tree not far away. He lost his left arm and had a large hole in his stomach.

"You know what?" said the Bloodlord dismally, "I've been in this forest for so long, and I've been unable to activate most of the Blood's spells. I've taken you a few times, ahem...... After a little bleeding, my brain was as good as it used to be, and some of my strength was restored. ”

After saying this, the Baron of the Blood Clan stood up and walked closer to Griffith: "I need to add some nutrients, well, appetizers, and then go and enjoy those two girls." Do you think I sucked their blood first and then enjoyed them, or did I enjoy them first...... Wow~ It's a bit nasty to say, but I'm *&$%!"

Griffith quickly pulled out a bottle of secondary healing potion and poured it into his mouth, trying to heal his broken arm. But after the fiery burning sensation, he did not feel the healing effect he hoped for.

"Haha! wasted, human!" Baron Anselm laughed, "There is a limit to the power of potions!"

Retaking the same potion effect within the cooldown time is ineffective.

Griffith's waist injury had not yet healed, and the wrist of his right hand had been broken. Wielding the dagger in his left hand, he stabbed at the Blood Baron.

Before the dagger could stab Baron Anselm, a blood-colored light flashed from Griffith's left wrist. His wrist flew out with the dagger attached, and the blood didn't even have time to spray out.

"Whew!" Griffith, grunting in pain, took two steps back. Even on the battlefields of the East, he had never had his wrist cut off.

Suddenly, he heard a loud, dull thud, as if something had been torn apart. Sharp pain came from his chest, almost causing Griffith to lose consciousness.

The baron's right hand pierced his chest and came out of his back.

"Useless, useless!" said Baron Anselm, who was sometimes sober and sometimes insane, began to babble in a daze.