Fiona pretended that nothing had happened, that she hadn't seen anything, and sat down in the soft chair opposite her best friend with a calm face.

In fact, she was stunned. What's wrong with Sonia? Seasick?Impossible, how can an extraordinary person still be seasick?......

Griffith, you thick-eyed and big-eyed, you can't imagine that you're also a villain...... It can't be, it can't be, it's amazing. I guess I misunderstood something......

Sonya, who had vomited the papers, had calmed down and gained peace from the depths of her heart.

I knew that I would have torn it up and thrown it into the river~ Why should I eat it......

Fortunately, the fractional part has been integrated into the beautiful Willow River. Sonia pretended nothing had happened and folded the rest of the roll and stuffed it into a small bag.

This matter is closed, and the next step is to report the problem.

The report could be submitted back to Holmonwards, but Griffith couldn't make up the materials needed for the report without him coming!

Fiona, who was sitting opposite, had been carefully observing her best friend's expression for a while, and reached out to touch her loose blonde hair with a smile: "What do you want?"

Sonia thought for a moment and suddenly raised her head, "Should I write to Griffith and tell me about the situation?"

"Poof!" Fiona just picked up the black tea in her hand, took a small sip, and almost squirted out, "Isn't it a little too direct?"

Sonia tilted her head in confusion and adjusted her thoughts: "I thought about it seriously, and it would be too late if I didn't make it clear to him." ”

"Ahem~" Fiona choked and hurriedly put down the teacup, looking at her best friend with wide eyes, as if she didn't know her anymore. A thought rolled through Fiona's mind - Sonya, are you growing so fast? You've only known Griffith for a few months!

"But there are so many things I want to say that I don't know where to start. Sonia turned her head to look out into the distance. The breeze blew the pale blonde hair draped over her shoulders, and the quiet river reflected the mountains in early spring, flowing in her blue eyes, as if the sorrow and longing of Fengyue were thickening.

No, isn't it, is it true? Even if I misunderstood something just now, this look is not ordinary! What did you really do with Griffith? Fiona was startled, and the spring water in her close friend's eyes filled her with a sense of responsibility, and she cautiously tentatively asked, "So urgent?"

"Well, it's urgent, and it can't be delayed any longer. "Sonya, who just failed the exam once, doesn't dare to be careless.

"I, I really didn't expect that," Fiona rubbed her forehead, "is there anyone competing with you?

The elf is different from us, she will go back to her own country in the future, and Holmonwards' results may not matter. Sonia sighed softly and said casually: "Her conditions are too good, and the starting point is different from mine." ”

Fiona began to worry about her good friend, very, very worried. Indeed, the elves have so many talents, beauty, elegance, great talent and noble status, and they sing beautifully, plus her adventures in the East with Griffith, Sonia is in a dire situation.

Griffith, you sinful scoundrel!What to do!What to do?Fiona realized the gravity and gravity of the situation of the struggle. She opened her mouth, but she couldn't say anything in her throat, and hurriedly took another sip of black tea.

Sonia stroked her long hair and suddenly made up her mind. She looked at her friend seriously and asked, "Can you lend Lana to me?"

Use Lana, use it!What is this unfolding? Fiona almost fainted: "You, seriously?"

"Well," the daughter of the Lamor family nodded very seriously, "He's also quite powerful, and I won't pay it back to you in a long time." ”

What a tiger's and wolf's words! I never dreamed of such a thing...... Fiona's face turned red, she looked at her best friend dumbfounded, and whispered, "Well, it's not good, he's going to be very tired." ”

"That's right, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made such a request," Sonia didn't quite understand why Fiona was so resistant, but since her good friend didn't think it was good, she shouldn't continue the conversation.

At this moment, there was a shout from the sailors of the dhow. On the starboard side of the bank, a group of people were waving signal flags at them.

The sailors ran out of the cabin and responded with a signal flag raised towards the shore. The ship then turned around and headed for a dock not far ahead.

Sonia didn't pay much attention to it, and continued to look down at her book. It was already close to noon, and most of the families in the neighborhood had brought them fresh food.

"Fiona, sit in the cabin for a while," said a heavily armed Lana as he approached and saluted Sonya, who was sitting across from her, "Miss Lamour, please come with me, too." ”

"You, you, what are you going to do?" Fiona suddenly jumped up, blushing and shaking her head desperately, "Three people, this kind of thing can't be, right?"

Lana glanced at Fiona in confusion, not knowing what she was thinking, but he had encountered this situation many times: "This is not the core territory of the kingdom, and according to the code, the safety of the commander needs to be fully protected during the trip in the event of an attack. Please enter the cabin to guard against danger. ”

Sonia nodded, gathered her books and stood up. This trip is a simulation of specific conditions, just like the winter hiking in the Whispering Forest.

Since suffering a big loss last winter, no matter how lax Huttolar is, he has taken the system and security very seriously, and almost everyone has become Griffith, big and small.

Neither the school nor the parents stopped this kind of behavior, which shows that their persistence should also have some justification.

The trio left the deck and went to the cabin. There was a spacious lounge where Ishus, Bertier, and Dedeeus were playing six-a-side auto-chess with their Scius Torral. Most of the others and professors were playing chess and reading books in their cabins.

"It's lunch, isn't it?'s boring," Ishius noticed the movement of the sailboat, and opened a little porthole to look outside, "Murat, it's planned that we will disembark tomorrow for an inspection, right?"

"Yes, Viscount," Murat looked at the schedule, "and the location and time should have been a lunch and local information from the nearby Richter Manor, and they were supposed to contact us at the next ferry by half an hour. ”

"I've been on the ship for a day and haven't even had a signal," Viscount Iseus shook the echo crystal in his hand to everyone, "My crystal has been very noisy since yesterday, and today I can't hear anything at all. What about you guys?"

"I don't know~ My dad won't let me establish contact with an unknown psionic node," Fiona sat down on the sofa next to her, "Don't you just want to hear the messages from those suspicious echo terminals?

"Demon of the Abyss, Charm, if it's a succubus, I can!" Theseus lay down on the couch, "It's boring to ride a boat, if only there were Dark Arts believers who came to have fun with me." ”

The bookish Berthier also tested the crystal, and the signal was indeed very poor, and the echo hub of the old town and the time of the astrological tower could not be heard. He thought for a moment with a solemn expression, then hesitated and said, "Could something be wrong?" ”

"New types of magic items have this problem, and they will mature in two years," Dedius said nonchalantly, glancing at Kurala's chessboard, "Hey, your water element is too far ahead, the Assassin stands in the back row." ”

"You don't understand, let's see, I'll blow you up in the next turn!" said Kurala as she quickly adjusted the position of the pieces.

Berthier still felt that it was inappropriate. Last year's goblin attack scared him so badly that his subordinate Shotolarnona was wounded in the battle that followed.

Although he had no evidence, there was always a vague premonition in the dark: "There are no rebels around here, right?"

"There is a small rebel force, Monsieur Bertier, led by a rebel knight named Reims, who claims to be the leader of a rebel army in the north-western mountains who calls himself the Lord of Lightning," replied Lana, "and the army of Viscount Trett is engaged with them two days from us.

"A reinforcement of the local city defense army and militia has joined Viscount Tret's army. I took note of their battle report, and Reims' army was about to crumble.

"The larger rebels are far away from us, mainly in the mountains to the southwest and northwest. ”

Sonia sat down, and out of the porthole she could see a small pier approaching. There gathered a group of people and wagons with large bags and small bags. They waved signal flags and were guiding the sailboat to the shore.

"Bang dang. Murat lowered the planks of the porthole, blocking her view.

"I'll go to the deck, Murat, I'll leave the cabin patrol to you," Lana nodded to everyone as he saw the approaching shore, picked up his weapon and turned around and walked out of the cabin.

Rana was dressed in a sound of black fine armor with a dense layer of chain mail underneath the armor. He carried large and small daggers and axes at his waist, and carried a heavy sword almost the same size as a normal adult male, which he used to break through formations and fight large creatures. According to the code, he was supposed to arrive at the bridge and monitor the docks before stopping the ship. However, it was very inconvenient to walk in the crowded aisle of the cabin, and the classmates who ran around him from time to time and cared about what to eat for lunch also made him have to turn sideways to avoid it.

"Nona, Kurala, the armor is in place," Murat reminded the two women who were still playing Shotoral, "Bertier and Monsieur de Dedeus, please prepare, you will also participate in the vigilance drill this time for shore supplies." ”

"Ah——! I'm going to win!" exclaimed the pretty girl with her silver-white shawl hair, "Can't you take a pause in auto-chess?"

"Kurala, put on your armor," Nona, who was already half-dressed, shoved the breastplate that had been placed aside into her companion's hand, and then said very sternly to the noble boy who was still confused, "Monsieur Bertier, stop staring at the Beyeland Post, we all know that there is nothing real on it except the date." ”

The cockpit, located in the aft half of the second level on the deck of the pleasure boat, is a semi-open space where the rudder and navigation charts are located. The captain was directing the sailors to come to shore and lower the cables and planks. With a "thump", the boat leaned against the pier, followed by the sound of sliding boards and cables.

Due to the delay in the lounge and passageway, Lana, who had planned to board the bridge before docking, had just climbed the narrow staircase.

Griffith's presence must say I'm slow...... The burly Lana shook his head helplessly, trying to look out through the gap as he crawled, but could barely see a figure moving along the shore.

"What are you doing?!" suddenly shouted the captain in the cockpit at the end of the stairs. Lana's heart tightened, and he was about to speed up when he heard a string sound that broke through the air.

Oops!

The shouting captain was hit by an arrow in his forehead and fell straight back to the deck. With a flurry of sounds, a rain of arrows poured down on the open bridge. There was chaos on the bridge, and a sailor screamed and ran down the stairs and jumped over Lana's head, who was still climbing up.

There was a flurry of thumping on the deck, and something was thrown up.

"Hell, get out of the way!" Rana was knocked straight back into the cabin on deck by the sailor who had jumped off.

There was no point in going to the bridge again, he threw the sailor away, kicked open the nearby side door and rushed to the deck.

A small group of old town city guards accompanying the escort was scurrying with their heads in their hands. A steady stream of arrows swept across the deck, and they couldn't lift their heads.

An arrow thud slammed into the wall beside Lana. He glanced at it and saw that the craftsmanship was rather inferior. The attackers were shooting the cockpit with bows and arrows and blocking access to the deck.

A group of men with torches sped up to the side of the ship under the cover of arrows. Dressed in shabby coats and armed with short guns, axes and torches, they broke sails and cables as soon as they came up.

"Murat, come up to deck!"

Lana roared. The narrow space of the cabin did not allow him to remove the sword from his back, and he sank his body and rushed to the deck in the face of the occasional arrows.

Two attackers, who were destroying the sails, spotted him at once and charged at him with their short guns. Lana grabbed a short spear in one hand, drew the short knife from his waist and stabbed him in the heart. The other raised his spear and stabbed Rana in the waist.

The tip of the gun is bounced off by the armor. Unconcerned, Rana turned and threw the attacker to the ground with a single punch. He picked up a short gun on his toe and stabbed it into the assailant's throat with a wave of his hand.

The short spear stabbed in the waist is not worth mentioning, this weapon cannot penetrate the fine heavy armor.

Rana drew his sword and swept towards the assailants who had climbed up the side of the ship. A group of assailants were biting daggers and jumping onto the deck with torches in hand, and before they could gain a foothold, the swords swept over them, splitting them into pieces and dropping them into the river.

The attackers, who had just landed on deck, pounced on Rana. But they had no armor, no armor-piercing weapons. There is no enemy in front of the enemies of the heavy armor and the great sword.

Rana killed seven or eight people in the blink of an eye like chopping melons and vegetables, and the rest screamed and jumped over the side of the boat and fled to the shore.

"Kill!"

Suddenly, there was another roar from the shore. Hundreds of men in rags emerged from the bushes and woods in the distance and rushed towards the sailing ship on the shore. They had no armor and no bright weapons, and carried in their hands a variety of bows and arrows, slings, torches, and oil bottles.

In the blink of an eye, the group crossed the docks, lit the fire oil bottles, and threw them towards the ship, while the others joined the first shooters and washed the deck with a dense stream of arrowstones.

"Boom!" the oil bottle shattered on the deck, and immediately the gas was in flames, igniting the deck and the ship's side to spread in all directions.

Rana drew his dagger and threw it, knocking down an enemy, but more attackers rushed with flasks of fire oil. Although they are poorly equipped and not worth mentioning in battle, they are in trouble when the sails are set on fire!

"Bang!"

A raised oil bottle burst open, and sharp arrows pierced the clay pot, sending tongues of fire down and devouring the attacker in the blink of an eye, turning him into a screaming and twisted torch.

Another sharp arrow pierced a shooter in the distance who was aiming at Lana, piercing his eye socket. He fell straight backwards.

"Lana, Murat, get off the ship and fight back, don't let them come close!" Nona and Kurala rushed out of the cabin and shot both enemies at once.

These two arrows attracted the attention of the attackers. They drew their bows and arrows, or swung their slings, and a clatter of arrows and stones slammed into the deck.

Nona and Kulala are also not looking for cover. They stood proudly on the deck with their armor on, bending their bows and arrows at the crowd on the shore in the face of the flying arrows, and suppressed the enemies on the shore with a swift fire like a wind.

Instead of carrying strong bows, they fired rapidly with their light riding bows, creating a dense rain of arrows and bowstring echoes like a rainstorm.

One by one, the attackers who shot on their backs on the shore were named, and the heads pierced by the arrows were like roses blooming all over the ground. They shouted and counterattacked the two, but their weak bows and slings could only hit the deck and sails, and they were responded to by accurate and rapid fire.

The ragged attackers were like saplings under a strong wind, and one after another fell with arrows, smearing their bodies on the trestle on the shore. Before he could throw the bottle of oil in his hand, he was shot by an arrow, and the flames swallowed him in an instant, and he jumped into the river.

Rana leaped and landed firmly on the trestle on the shore, and swept forward with his sword in both hands, and immediately three or four assailants with fire oil bottles were cut off, and the broken corpses fell into the river along with the flames.

Soon, they collapsed. Under the suppression of the burst of fire from the two extraordinaires, Nona and Kulala, more than thirty attackers were shot in less than half a minute. If it weren't for the sudden and terrifying arrival of casualties, they would have fled.

However, there were still people in the scattered crowd who refused to retreat, gritting their teeth and trying to throw up the torches and bottles of fire oil.

Rana and Murat, who disembarked to fight back, tore them apart with their great swords and halberds.

There was the sound of hurried horses' hooves coming from the shore, and a group of riders was approaching from a distance. The attackers actually set up a third wave of ambushes.

Although their previous rounds of attacks were disjointed from each other, the first two rounds of attackers, who had already been defeated, also turned back a little when they saw these riders appear.

"Go stop the cavalry, they're coming here with torches!" said the black-haired and brown-eyed Nona as she shot at the fleeing attackers on the shore as she shouted to her three companions, "drive them out and leave a safe position for the professor." Kurala, call the sailors and the city defense army to extinguish the fire and keep the sails. ”

......

A group of horsemen galloped towards Lana. Skilled in horsemanship, armed with sabers, spears and torches, they headed towards Shutolare. The rider in front of him mounted his horse with a spear and stabbed Rana in the spotlight. Two other horsemen, armed with sabers, outflanked them from the left and right.

Horse thieves who can use spears? Could it be that some official army has thrown in on the rebels?

The lancers were menacing, their hooves rumbling, and the oppressive force of the spears and fast horses was enough to break the recruits.

Rana didn't dodge or dodge, and rushed sideways towards the mounted spear that could pierce him, and the pitch-black sword slashed head-on. Amid the terrible whistling and tearing sounds, the riders, the horses' heads, and their spears broke off at their waists. The broken lance bullet streaked a flash of fire on the breastplate, and Rana ignored it, stepped through the blood-spurting corpses of the centaurs, and slashed at the outflanked saber rider with a sword from his waist.

The rider's crotch was slashed into the left shoulder, and the rider's waist and leg were torn all the way to the horse's right lower abdomen, and the rotten flesh of the belly spilled several meters away.

The third rider was already panicking, and the saber in his hand didn't know where to go, and the two-handed sword was already pressing like thunder.

"Bell!"

The sword cut the saber in two, then cut the skull, and scattered the spine and throat to the ground.

The rest of the horse thieves screamed in unison, this bloody and crazy scene was truly unprecedented.

Lana didn't stop, retracting his sword as he charged towards the leader of the riders, jumping head-on and slashing at him.

"Wow!"

The leader screamed, and his skull shattered like a watermelon under the blow, and the blade smashed his neck into his chest, slashing him in two.

Menacing horse thieves are in a mess. Nona and Kulara were sniping at them on the boat, and the endless feathered arrows knocked them down four or five, and the rest hurriedly turned their horses and ran.

"Chase them!" Rana shouted, "Murat, let's go grab some tongues!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a flaming fireball flew out of the trees in the distance, slashing through the air and smashing straight towards the sailboat.

"Bang!"

The fireball dragged the trail of smoke and swept over the hull of the ship into the river, setting off waves several meters high.

"Trebuchet!" Nona shouted, "get rid of that trebuchet." ”

A trebuchet was actually arranged in the bushes not far away, and it was not too far away. It was hidden at the edge of the forest and hidden by shrubs and branches, and by this time the camouflage had been removed, and a circle of people was busy reloading the depleted stone projectiles. As long as one hit is made, the hull of the sloop will definitely be severely damaged, or at least the sails will be burned.

Nona and Kulara lost their riding bows, grabbed the longbow beside them, pulled out a full circle that was pleasing to the eye, and shot them in the direction of the trebuchet, and the feathered arrows streaked through the sky, killing the two attackers with precision. But this was not enough to eliminate the danger of trebuchets.

"I'll kill it!" Lanayan gestured with his hand, "you defend where you are." ”

As soon as his words fell, a powerful spiritual energy wave surged from behind him. It was as if the terrifying magic that was about to tear everything apart was stirring, making everyone shudder.

Professor Witzleben came to the deck. He quickly chanted an unrecognizable incantation, drawing in the air with his right wand in his hand.

"Lowly bug," the Transcendental Professor, glancing at the position of the trebuchet, "to show you what will happen if you offend the majesty of Hormonwaltz." ”

Suddenly, a suspended circle appeared in the sky, looming above the trebuchet, and the fire waves were raging in the dense clouds. As the red clouds rolled, the plane and air were torn apart, and burning meteorites poured down.

"Fall into ashes under the attack of the meteor fire shower!"