The elves' feet are light and dexterous, and they run gracefully like a dance. Although she was telling terrible things, her calm tone didn't strike fear into Griffith and Sonya. Led by her, the trio made their way through the twisted dead wood and fled in the direction of the Watchtower.

The snow creaked beneath his feet, and eerie and terrible cries kept coming from the depths of the woods. Sometimes it was like a owl, sometimes it was the roar of a beast that had never been heard before. The monsters tore at each other, filling the terrible forest with the smell of rancid blood.

Sonia followed Griffith's side closely, and as she ran, she looked at the nearby darkness in disbelief: "I seem to see something, do you see it?"

The elf turned his head to look at her, as if he was sorry for her lost sanity.

The three of them walked under the pale moonlight, and after a while, Sonia asked again in surprise, "I seem to hear something, do you hear it?"

"I heard it this time, and it looks like we're being targeted again," Garradia slowed down, "a lone squad like ours inevitably attracts predators. Hold on, reinforcements are not far from us. ”

The three of them formed a vigilant posture back to back.

"Where? I can't see anything?" Griffith only felt that every dark shadow seemed to hide danger, but none of them could be seen.

"It's all over the place, but I don't know what it is. "Galadia has put the feather arrow on the bowstring.

Griffith held up a half-torn shield he had picked up, vigilant. He felt a chilly breath fill the air, accompanied by a noisy, chaotic murmur surging through his mind.

There seemed to be a lot of aura nearby, each weak, but extremely evil.

It was as if there were many people talking, and every sentence was full of malice.

Gradually, some chaotic aura merged, forming in the darkness and walking towards Griffith.

"Good evening, beautiful maidens," greeted the melodious baritone cordially, "well, I'm not talking to you, can I walk away quietly by myself? ”

......

Griffith finally saw the creature in the darkness, a handsome man in a well-cut evening gown.

His skin was so pale that he was bloodless, and his handsome countenance would have been extremely popular at the balls of Bayeran. Crisp high boots stepped over the moss and snow on the ground, like walking on the red carpet of a prom.

"I am Baron Anselm, a noble of blood, heir of Isenham," the dark creature saluted like a decent human nobleman, "I did not expect that there would be two such delicate maidens in this poor country. One of them is an elf? Huh! The pure girl of the upper elf? Wow~! This is rare!"

Galadia's face flushed with shame, and she gritted her teeth and shot an arrow.

"Useless, useless!" Baron Anselm dodged the deadly arrows with ease, as if the elven strongbow was just a game in front of him.

Griffith's face sank. At this moment he understood the strength of the enemy. The Baron of the Bloods is not only a title, but also a sequence 7 of the extraordinary avenue of the Bloodfiend. This dark creature may have survived in the Whispering Forest for a long time, and will be even more crazy and powerful.

"Your Excellency," Sonia said, clenching her wand as calmly as she could, "I am Sonia de Lamour, the eldest daughter of the Count of Lamour. Please let us pass through here safely. ”

"Why?" asked the dark creature.

"As a reward for your noble deeds, my family pays," Sonia thought for a moment, "potions, treasures, or fresh blood. In the name of the Lamor family, I promise to keep it. ”

"A thank you gift from the Earl family, well, that sounds good~" The dark creature stopped and thought very seriously, "I want everything you say." ”

"Yes, as long as we leave safely, your kindness will be rewarded. Sonia said expectantly.

The dark creature suddenly straightened its face and said solemnly:

"However, I refuse. ”

“......”

"My Baron Anselm's favorite thing to do is to say no to food that thinks they can get away with it!" Baron Anselm raised his chin and grinned, "I can't help but see their hopeful faces suddenly fall into despair!"

After the blood clan said this, he laughed wildly, like a tricky third-rate clown said something terrible, and laughed at himself first.

"Griffith," Sonia suddenly grabbed the apprentice knight's hand and shoved a small vial into his hand, "I'm sorry I can't keep you waiting. ”

"Pick it up, leave it to me," Griffith unscrewed the cap and swallowed the bright red potion in one gulp.

Baron Anselm's wild laughter was not over, and a gust of wind swept in. His figure was erratic, and every corner of the air was soaked in bloody killing intent.

Galadia shot a barrage of arrows at the dark creatures, almost tracking his steps. At the same time, Griffith also stopped in the way, and smashed the shield in his hand at the flickering Baron Anselm.

The Blood Baron's movements were extremely agile, drawing a phantom shadow in the dense rain of arrows, but he struck Griffith without hesitation.

"Bang!"

The shield slammed into the Bloodclan's shoulders and shattered on the spot. Griffith was also knocked out and knocked to the side. Baron Anselm's arm made a tooth-itching cracking sound, but he reached out and grabbed Sonia as if it had no effect.

Sonia was already chanting rapidly, her wand glowing with a ball of holy magic that floated and swirled, lighting up in the darkness.

"Ouch~" The agile and powerful baron was actually taken two steps back by this light**, and his skin and hair showed serious burn marks.

Galadia drew three feathered arrows and placed them on the bowstring, firing three arrows at once at the momentary stagnation of the Bloods. Three cold rays of light didn't aim at the heart and vital point, but shot through the Blood Baron's robes, pinning him to the thick trunk behind his back.

Griffith leapt from the ground. He felt that his whole body was being scorched by flames, and endless blood and qi poured out of his heart, making him just want to kill and vent his power.

He had just drunk the Sequence 8 Promotion Elixir, and the mysterious power of the Surrogate El de Nova inheritance was tumbling inside him like magma.

At the same time, he found that he could perceive his surroundings more clearly by listening, seeing, touching, or meditating. He is rapidly breaking through his current rank, and his perception of combat has improved in an all-round way.

Griffith noticed that his strength, agility, perception, and mental strength had all been strengthened, and his body, which had been exercising for a long time, was also slightly strengthened.

In the midst of the chaos of information, he also gained some vague knowledge. Two new extraordinary abilities, inherited from the Knight of El de Nova, are already available to him.

One of them is the "Holy Light Strike". After using a certain amount of mental power to activate this ability, Griffith's next two attacks will deal divine damage.

The second is "liquidation". The physical enhancement gives the Extraordinary a high chance of triggering a high-priority hitstun that cannot be knocked back for a short period of time, and it also locks the attacker's movements, giving no less than two strong counterattacks that are difficult to avoid. Subject to the physical limits of human beings, reckoning does not repeat itself in a short period of time.

Generally speaking, after gaining a promotion by taking potions, it takes a while for the Extraordinary to digest the knowledge and power passed down in the potion. This time ranges from a few hours to several months.

However, he was rapidly transforming from a spellbreaker to a paladin, and just a few seconds later, both Galadia and Sonya, including him, sensed a fact-

Griffith has been promoted to Sequence 8 Walker.

......

What a surging power! This is the extraordinary power of the higher order!

Strength, power is pouring up!

Griffith's abilities were acquired almost immediately after taking them. It can be seen that his accumulation is quite strong, and his compatibility with the knight of El de Nova is also very high, and the potions provided by the Lamor family have indeed been carefully selected and blended.

At the same time, the mental power that can only hold 3 runes has been expanded, making Griffith feel that he can store 6 runes.

Griffith struck like flames, knocking over the Blood Baron and slashing his head and face with a swing of his sword.

Galadia, who was fighting with the Bloodline, was suddenly blocked from shooting, looked at her companion in disbelief, and then looked at Sonya.

"I gave him the potion to advance to Sequence 8 'Surrogate'," Sonia glanced at Galadia, who was staring at her, "The Baron of the Bloodline generally has the strength of Sequence 7 or above, which is equivalent to a great knight or a high-ranking ranger, and we can't defeat him without Griffith's cooperation." ”

"I can see that within the range that the data can describe, physical strength 13, strength 19, agility 16, perception 13, spirit 15, the effect of promotion is obvious," the elf girl stared at Griffith, reading out the attribute level that could be used as a reference, "but it's not enough, that guy is obviously not a normal blood baron, most likely a fugitive who is hiding here and betraying the laws of the blood clan." Sonya, can you be promoted to 'Erudito' now?"

"Sorry, not yet," the blonde girl shook her head, "I'm not like Griffith, I've been through long training and fighting, and ......I'm not prepared at all."

While the two were talking, Griffith, who had been fighting on the battlefield since he was a teenager, had already jumped to a high-spirited climax.

Realizing that the Bloodline Baron had a high level of evasion, Galadia no longer aimed directly at her companions for cover, but instead focused on blocking his movements. Griffith drew his sword and a one-handed axe he had picked up, and slashed at the Bloodlord as he was busy dodging the arrows.

Baron Anselm's ornate coat was torn to strips, revealing a dead gray body that didn't fit in with his handsome face.

Griffith slashed open the Blood Baron's chest with an axe, and it felt like he was chopping rotten firewood, accompanied by a disgusting smell of rot. He immediately realized that something was wrong and hurriedly looked over to the two girls' positions.

Another Baron Anselm has appeared behind them!

"Watch your back!"

Before Griffith could finish speaking, Galadia had already grabbed Sonia and turned into a phantom, dodging to the side.

"Not bad!" the new Baron Anselm smiled with some regret and clapped his hands lightly, "I thought I was going to deal with one Sequence 8 and two Sequence 9s, but I didn't expect to be upgraded just after I started." Human, do you have any way of hiding your strength, or do you happen to break through?"

Griffith didn't answer. Beside him, Baron Anselm, who had just been struck by him, had quickly decayed into a pile of plaster.

"This is one of the Blood Clan spells, the puppet created by my psionic energy, under my complete control and randomly gains a part of the ability, the appearance is exactly the same as mine, and it can withstand some attacks," Baron Anselm explained very seriously, "Even within the Blood Clan, there are only a handful of strong people who have mastered this ability!

The Blood Baron proudly introduced his abilities, and then raised his chin to look at everyone.

“......”

"Your Excellency, I'm just asking," Galadia looked at Griffith and Sonya, who were silent, and finally couldn't help but ask, "How long have you lived in this place, and is there usually no one to talk to you?"

"Yes, is there any problem?" replied Baron Anselm naturally, "well, I confess, if it weren't for the fact that I hadn't drunk the clear and pure blood for a long time, I wouldn't have considered giving you nobles the courtesy and hospitality they deserve. ”

The Bloodclan faded into thin air, and with his figure vanished into the darkness:

"Get ready to embrace the darkness! the mighty Baron Anselm is no match for me, and I will soon tear your necks open and drink your blood little by little. Hahaha, hahahaha!"

Griffith sensed the danger for a split second, and he quickly mobilized his newfound extraordinary abilities to infuse his entire body with psionic energy.

In this state, his next two attacks will have the Divine Damage stat. What's more, any heavy blows he suffers during this period will trigger a stormy counterattack.

Perhaps to better enjoy the spoils, Baron Anselm chose Griffith as his first target. Fighting broke out in the darkness between the two sides.

The baron suddenly emerged from the shadows, wielding claws sharper than a dagger into Griffith's waist: "I descend from the shadows. ”

The claws pierced through the cloak and chain mail, digging deep into Griffith's flesh. Enthusiasm gushed out immediately.

"Griffith!" both girls were startled by the sudden attack. Galadia hurriedly drew two long silver knives and hurried over.

"You can't catch Baron Anselm who has come and gone without a trace!" shouted the Bloodclan triumphantly, "I will disappear again and retreat into the shadows!"

The smell of blood in the air made him ecstatic. Based on the standard pattern of Bloodline combat, Baron Anselm will hide again after a single blow, and then attack and bleed again until his prey is exhausted.

But his claws couldn't be pulled out!

Griffith contracted his flesh and grasped the baron's claws like iron pincers, and had turned around and pressed down like a mountain. Before the baron could scream, Griffith's lightning strike came.

The sword sliced open the baron's left shoulder.

The attack triggers Holy Light's divine damage, blasting the flesh of the Baron's left shoulder into a charred black.

The axe sliced through the baron's belly, exposing the rotten intestines to the air.

The light then exploded between the blood's guts.

It's a reckoning, four strikes of the Holy Light Strike!

"Woo mile mile!"

The blade and golden light shook the darkness back for a moment, and Baron Anselm was battered, and his flesh splattered into a gust of wind.