It's finally collapsed...... If you still have the strength, you can capture the shaman alive at this time and ask for some information without killing it, the battle just now makes no sense!

Griffith was too tired to hold his sword. He turned away with a little regret and looked at the bewildered elves behind the pile of corpses.

Galadia's already fair face was now paler than paper, and she looked at the cadet knight who was smeared with red and black objects on the layers of goblin corpses, and then at the hideous, terrified faces and internal organs squeezed out of her mouth, and turned to hold on to the earthen wall and vomited.

......

Midnight falls in a small village surrounded by mountains.

In the bright moonlight, the blood of the dead villagers and goblins had dried up. Dead heads stared hideously and twisted at the world of the living.

Griffith finally broke free from the paralyzing deviance of the battle, and trudged through the bloody water, one foot deep and one foot shallow, carrying a long sword and hatchet full of gaps.

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 fights, it was all about rotating defense and attack under the cover of his companions, and the experience of going from start to finish like tonight was only occasionally encountered when he was out scouting.

Past experience has taught him that he must find a place to rest immediately, otherwise he may faint by the wall at any time.

The bereaved villagers were still immersed in grief, and in despair gathered the broken corpses and dragged them to the small square in the middle of the village. The village chief, who survived, was leading the men to remove the ropes left by the goblins on the fence and reinforce the wooden gate in front of it. The corpses piled up in the alleys were also left unattended.

If there is another team of goblins at this time, we will not be able to withstand it...... Griffith tiredly found a corner with a good view and sat down again, took off his helmet and laughed.

At this time, a breeze with a faint fragrance appeared around. The elves hidden in the night bent down to look at him.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing at the goblins for their rudeness and ignorance, hahaha," Griffith laughed, "if they had just left a team of men to break through the main gate, how would we have resisted it!"

The elf tilted his head and ignored him.

At this moment, the calm village immediately began to stir again. The villagers who were cleaning the main gate lost their tools and ran away.

"Someone!" shouted from the entrance of the village.

Griffith nearly snapped his tongue. He immediately jumped to his feet, snapped his helmet to his head, and rushed forward. Seeing him arrive in the opposite direction, the villagers who ran back also stopped hesitantly.

Looking out from the broken village gate, I saw a small group of people running out of the forest and stumbling to the gate.

These figures didn't look like demons, which made Griffith feel a little relieved. When they got closer, they saw that it was Andy, the young swordsman they had met during the day, and his teammates, as well as Mr. Isis, the mage's apprentice.

They were covered in blood, Bado, the great axeman, was badly wounded in the abdomen, and the great axe was missing.

"Badu was impaled in the stomach by a goblin's dagger in order to save me," the trainee nun's face was mixed with 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 torches, the midshipman noticed that a small number of wounds in the abdomen were in a very bad state, pus and blood were mixed and flowed out of his mouth, and the pupils in his eyes had dissipated.

"I'll try to treat him, maybe. Mr. Isis was not hurt, but he was tired enough, "Please find me a quiet room." ”

"You're a doctor, great, we have a lot of wounded to be treated," the village chief heard the mage's assistant's words, and beckoned without waiting for Mr. Isis to reply, "boys, make some rooms." ”

"I'm Sister Trainee Pacifica," the thin girl said, holding up her staff, "and I can help too." ”

The villagers immediately set up the young adventurers and happily pointed out the location of the wounded. In such a deep dark night, it is also reassuring to gather with more people of the same kind.

......

After the village gate was hastily blocked, Griffith approached the busy trainee nun and gently asked about the situation.

"It would have gone well," Pacifica said timidly, "that we captured the goblin and took back Mr. Isis's package. While everyone was collecting the loot, a goblin who was supposed to be dead jumped up and stabbed Badu's abdomen with a dagger. ”

As she spoke, the nun covered her mouth and began to cry in a low voice.

"I prayed to the merciful Mother Earth Goddess, who gave him a generous gift, and Pad's wounds began to heal. He also smiled and said it was okay. ”

"But, after a few minutes, he screamed in pain, put his hand into his abdomen, pulled it out, and his intestines ......"

Goblins' weapons are poisoned. Griffith roughly guessed the situation, and then asked, "Have you tried to detoxify?" ”

"I've tried, I'll give him an antidote," Mr. Isis answered, "it's a mixture of honeysuckle, tranquilizing herbs, cold dew maple breath, and squire, which is a common generic potion that should work well on the demon's feces and poisons made from poisonous weeds. ”

The mage's apprentice said as he took out his potion and gave it to Griffith.

"Isis and I worked hard to get his intestines back," added Andy, the young swordsman, "Badu, perhaps mad at pain, and asked us to take his intestines away. ”

Healing magic and antidote turned out to be useless. Griffith felt that this had entered his own intellectual blind spot.

The next thing to do is to see if Badu's luck will make it to the point where he can make it back to town.

After asking the village chief to leave some of the villagers on duty for the night, Griffith climbed onto the roof of a house and found a flat place to lie down.

The dry straw on the roof pierced through the cracks in the armor, and the stabbing people were uncomfortable. The leather armor and chain mail damaged in the battle just now also have several twisted protrusions, which are very awkward. Sleeping in such a situation is not only not good for sleep, but also not safe.

However, if you don't sleep now, not only will your tired body be overwhelmed, but even your brain will not be able to maintain a clear mind. If possible, Griffith wanted to alternate with Galadia to rest and be on guard, but the elves didn't know where they were hiding and had disappeared without a trace since the adventure party appeared.

Griffith also didn't want to rest near the unknown adventure party. He tried chewing on a few pieces of jerky, and his mouth was bitter. This is a sign of excessive physical and mental exertion and the need to sleep as soon as possible.

He didn't dare to take off his armor, so he fell asleep on the roof of the house.

By the time the next morning, the town's reinforcements arrived, and they were safe...... The thought haunted the midshipman's mind.

I don't know how long I slept in a daze, but Griffith suddenly opened his eyes and sat up. Something indescribably strange irritated his nerves.

The village was dark and dreary, and the red moon overhead had somehow turned turquoise, casting a faint evil glow. There was not a hint of human activity around.

Griffith was startled, and hurried through the roof and low wall towards the sentry at the main entrance. In the dim light, two villagers were sleeping soundly on the roof of the house with wooden guns.

"Wake up. Griffith slapped their heads with his scabbard and shouted.

The villagers immediately woke up and looked at the apprentice knight in horror, and it took a while to react:

"Great, my lord, what's wrong? Did the goblins come up?"

"No, but if the goblins come, neither of you fools will want to live," Griffith scolded softly, "be vigilant, it's safe to hold on until morning." I'll go around and see if anyone can come and change shifts with you. ”

Leaving the post, Griffith felt his way back through the roof and the fence.

In this black-lit place, the apprentice knight could barely see ahead, and from time to time he stopped in surprise to look around.

In the summer mountain village, there is not even an annoying insect chirp, as if all living beings have fled to the dark distance. The faint summer breeze blew on his face, and there was a chill that soaked into the bone marrow lingering behind him.

The more Griffith walked, the more panicked he became. Accustomed to the scorching heat and vitality of the barracks, suddenly coming to this strange mountain village really makes people feel that there are hideous monsters behind every corner and every shadow.

The elves who had fought with him not long ago disappeared silently, like phantoms that never existed.

Griffith only felt that his heart was furious, and he really didn't know how much better this strange and strange darkness than the critical scene of the goblin fight.

At this time, a fishy smell burrows into the nasal passages. There was a hurried voice in the darkness. I saw a spark around the corner, and several villagers were gathering there.

"What's the matter?" Griffith felt bad and immediately jumped off the wall.

The villagers were taken aback, and it took a while to see that it was the apprentice knight who was helping, and then someone said:

"The dead Roberos was the brother of the village chief, and his wife asked us to collect him and the bodies of several dead people into a shady cellar. We had put them in the hut over there, but when we came to look for them, we found one missing, the corpse. We're asking if anyone has moved?"

"What time is it?" Griffith's face darkened, and he hurriedly asked, "How long is it until dawn?"

"One o'clock in the night, three and a half hours before dawn. ”

"Tell the village chief to get everybody to take up arms," Griffith said, "light the torches and call everybody." Go quickly!"

The villagers ran away in a hurry. Griffith turned and ran towards the cabin where the adventure party was resting.

The young men were housed in vacant huts not far from the main entrance of the village, and it was impossible to find them. The apprentice knight, armed with a sword and an axe, strode to the door of the hut, and without knocking, kicked directly at the door.

There was a scream from the people in the room, and two girls, the boxer Ulan and the trainee nun, got up from the floor in a panic.

"Where are Andy Swordsman and Mr. Isis?" Griffith asked, then added, "Something, take up arms." ”

The two girls seemed to have just fallen asleep when they were woken up from their sleep, and they pointed to the room in the back room in a daze:

"Mr. Isis bandaged Badu's wounds and went to treat the villagers, while Andy stayed inside to take care of Badu. ”

Griffith nodded, and immediately headed for the back room. At this moment, the night breeze blew into the room, softly like a silk scarf brushing against his cheeks, but with an indescribable stench of blood.

The stench came from the cracks in the wooden door of the back room, like a room of rats dead inside. Griffithstone's face turned pale, and he subconsciously raised his sword.

Suddenly, the wooden door slammed open, and a large black shadow swooped down on the apprentice knight.

"Ah——!h

The two girls behind him screamed. Griffith hadn't yet seen what was coming at him, and the shadow had bitten like a mountain bear.

The apprentice knight pushed the sword lying horizontally in his hand and sliced through the black shadow's neck. At the same time, a huge thick claw had swept towards him.

Griffith scrambled to block with his left-handed axe, and flew off the wall.

"Phew!"

The apprentice knight in double armor slammed against the earthen wall, and the hut trembled.

Griffith only felt dizzy, but hurriedly raised his sword and stabbed forward. The huge black shadow had already pounced, slamming headlong into the sharp tip of the sword.

There was a strange feel from the sword that seemed to pierce into the rotten wood, and the black image fluttered twice like a butterfly nailed to the specimen, and then stopped moving.

It was only then that Griffith saw the face of the black shadow.

The distorted face was barely recognizable as Bado's, the corners of his mouth and nose rotten, revealing hideous gums and nasal bones. His bronzed body was black and stinky, as rotten and hideous as a dead body that had been buried in the ground for days. The hands holding the axe were deformed, with sharp nails like the claws of a bird of prey, and even a piece of armor stuck in the back of Griffith's shoulder.

The two girls of the adventurer's squad stood petrified in place, unable to believe that their companions could have become like this.

Griffith pushed away the decomposing corpse, and found that Badu's abdomen was even more foul-smelling, and the rot seemed to spread from there to his entire body.

This is a corpse that should have been dead a long time ago, why can it still attack me?Griffith felt a wave of surprise and dizziness in front of this unbelievable sight, but years of fighting allowed him to withstand the impact and quickly regain his senses.

No matter how scary it is, it can't compare to that Beamon. The apprentice knight didn't have time to take a closer look, so he drew his sword and leaned into the back room.

There seemed to be a puddle of water on the pitch-black interior floor. Griffith lit a small oil lamp on the table outside and shone it inside.

This little room has a dirty little bed. The floor was littered with pieces of bones and fragments of internal organs and flesh, and black blood flowed outward. There was also a round thing at the foot of the bed.

Griffith walked around cautiously, and saw the thing by the light of the fire.

This is the head of the young swordsman Andy.

There were some bite marks on his neck, and his head had been torn from his body and thrown here, and the bone fragments and stumps formed the last thing he had left in the world.

How so......

Griffith pressed his forehead and took two steps back against the wall, when he suddenly heard a terrible scream coming from beside him.

It didn't look like a human scream. Ulan and the nun trainee screamed as they saw their companion's stump tearing at their cheeks. Their eyes were bloodshot, distorted to look like humans, and their nails were scratching at their faces, but they didn't know it.

The companion who was a few hours ago turned into a walking corpse and ate another companion...... Witnessing such a scene, both girls were a little out of control.

"Follow me. Griffith shouted at the two. But they were completely indifferent, completely immersed in the madness of fear.

The apprentice knight shook his head and ran out the door.

The village was in chaos, and the screams were mixed with a strange roar, making it impossible to make out what the monster was making.