"Where's the number?" asked Griffith hurriedly.

"Four heads in front, three heads in the back. ”

"If the other side attacks and it's not a strong enemy we can deal with, you keep running, I'll come to the back of the temple," Griffith made a quick decision, "Ophelia, you command, no matter what happens, you must lead everyone in the direction of the Watchtower, even if you get one step closer, you will be safe." ”

"You won't be able to resist for long alone," Midianmaia immediately objected, "I'm with you." ”

"No, that's just one more person," Griffith shook his head, "and I'm going to get out on my own." ”

"If you die at once, you won't be able to stop the enemy," Midianmaiah objected to Murat, "and the queen is not sent to death!"

"Woo——!"

A creepy cry rang out in the darkness, and black-and-gray shadows appeared on the right side of the group, leaping and running quickly.

"Demon wolf!?" Ophelia's face turned white, not knowing if it was because of too much blood loss or fear, "It's a pack of wolves!"

Without waiting for the team to react, four huge monsters burst out of the darkness. They are the size of bears, with the long beak and pointed ears of a wolf, and flesh hanging from their jagged fangs. Walking on the ground in the rugged woodland, it swooped down on the human ranks.

They are not the extraordinary creatures listed in the general education textbooks, but the strange powers of mutation and the inherent size advantage of the race far surpass those of humans.

"Prepare for battle!" shouted Griffith, "Prepare for the shot!"

It was too late to separate the forces behind the temple. He and the Shuttorals quickly concentrated on the right flank, formed two rows of human walls to protect the girls and the wounded behind them, and raised their throwing guns together.

"Volley!"

Griffith aimed at a large black shadow that was leaping in the darkness, and with all his right hand threw the silver throwing spear like a meteor.

Heavy armor-piercing spears whizzed by, kicking up a mist of blood from death. The two demon wolves in the front were hit with several shots, and immediately rolled down in a cloud of smoke.

The three demon wolves in the back immediately filled the vacant position, and the wolves pressed in a straight line.

They're going to charge! It's over, we don't have a reject!

"Greet the enemy!" the Shutlals formed a side-by-shoulder formation, raising their shields at the monster.

"Shotolar, our honor is loyalty!"

Griffith shouted a battle cry, but a series of screams rang out around him.

"Wow!"

The Demon Wolf's charge was amazing. Countless times the horseback assault on the enemy's Sechoral ranks were hit head-on, the shield wall shattered in an instant, and several people were knocked out on the spot.

The queue of trainee knights was instantly knocked to pieces, and nearly a third of them had fallen to the ground.

Sonia and the girls huddled on the ground, watching the terrifying black shadows wreak havoc around them, and the roars and screams of Shotolar were in their ears.

A brief scuffle ensued in the woods, with Griffith wielding a sword and shield and fighting a demon wolf. The enemy was far superior to Griffith, and even when fully armed, the Cadet Knight felt that he was no match for this monster.

The formation was already in disarray, and the long sword could not severely damage the tough fur of the demon wolf, and Xiutoral was beaten back again and again in the blink of an eye.

Griffith cried out in remorse. If it weren't for the protection of the girls behind him, Shultral wouldn't have subconsciously lined up in a dense formation to meet the enemy. Splitting up into multiple three-person teams to pull and fight is the most correct way to fight, and at least some people must be dispersed. Once the armor-piercing spear hits, it is enough to kill and injure these monsters.

However, the incident happened suddenly, and everyone didn't react, especially Griffith, who subconsciously used a dense formation to face the battle, and then was hit head-on by the demon wolf.

After a frontal charge, although the rest of the men were still holding their posts, the battle had become a desperate resistance.

The wolves came and went, and they broke through the line of Shultral, and after a brief encounter, they galloped away. They didn't take any prisoners, but they were almost unscathed when they broke out.

The demon wolf did not even melee in close combat, but accelerated to the distance and ran into the distance to regroup. With such a big advantage, they even have to rush again! What a trick they learned! Shameless!

Griffith anxiously looked around, and saw a path not far to the northeast covered in low hills and rocks, and that direction should be able to escape from the Whispering Forest, and it would be better to stand still than to stand still.

"Retreat, get into the narrow road to the northeast, and take up your ground there!" Griffith shouted. But the scene is out of control. As Midianmaier rushes to rescue Ophelia from being knocked away, Murat and the others desperately pick up the bent shields.

The organization of the Griffith battle group has been emptied.

"Everyone retreat!" In the chaotic crowd, Sonya's clear voice suddenly sounded, "I'm going to freeze the movement of these monsters, everyone run towards the narrow road to the northeast!"

No one responded, everyone who had been charged was already panicking, and those who were not panicked were already preparing for the final fight.

"I have ordered in my capacity as a former enemy commissar to retreat to the narrow passage to the northeast with the wounded, and when I come to the palace," Sonya's always soft voice became stern, "this is Sonia de Lamour's decision, carry out the order!"

In fact, the former enemy committee members do not have the right to give orders, they must make decisions collectively. However, there is no one on the scene who cares about this. Those who could still fight carried the wounded on their backs and ran together towards the narrow forest passage not far away.

The demon wolves were roaring, and when they noticed that the human formation had collapsed, they immediately pursued them. Sonia retreated to the entrance of the narrow passage, closed her eyes, waved her wand and began to chant intently.

"Unfold the frost configuration 6;

"Unfold Storm Configuration 2: Convergence, Catharsis. ”

The latter of consecutive spells will almost always fail due to cooldown rules, or even both. But Sonia was still chanting rapidly.

While I can't do anything about high-level Frost enchantments, overlapping enchantments can simulate similar effects. I'm sure I'm going to have a double spell effect with this one of my chantings. If it fails, it doesn't matter. So, what is there to hesitate about?

Goddess of good fortune, please grant me your favor!Sonya's bright eyes suddenly opened, blooming with a particle-like brilliance.

"I am a mysterious, elegant and inviolable magician, tremble under my majesty!"

Her wand was overflowing,

"Twin Magic Spells, Imitation, Blizzard!"

The gloomy jungle cracked with a devastating sound, and the howling north wind whipped up ice that filled the sky, wreaking havoc on Sonia's location. Her spell at the expense of luck was a great success.

The two most advanced heads of the charging wolves were immediately swept into the ice cube like three thousand sharp blades, tearing their fur and breaking their bones, and being thrown far out of the core of the ice storm in a wail. Their kind all stopped in horror.

The classmates who had just escaped into the narrow passage looked back in panic and ran away.

This is a blizzard that can only be created by high-level mages, although I don't know how Sonia did it, but during this time she must not be able to move, and must continue to inject mental power to maintain the terrible ice storm, and the time when the final moment arrives is counted down in seconds.

Winds and ice crystals roared around Sonya. Soon, her chanting became more and more rapid and weak, as if she would faint at any moment.

Talent and hard work can't change the disadvantage of the sequence level, and Sonya's mental power is not enough to support a long chant or multiple consecutive spell casts before she advances to Sequence 8 Erudito.

The rest of her battle time is calculated in seconds.

Hold on a little longer...... Sonia struggled desperately to maintain consciousness, but her brain grew blurry.

Ah~ It's midnight at this time. Mom and Dad must have just returned from the party, and my brother must have snuck out again. They didn't come to see me either.

In these final moments, Sonia thought of her family. However, although she missed them very much, at this moment she was more concerned about the end of the spell that hindered the demon wolf's actions once she stopped channeling.

Before she loses consciousness, Sonia wants to let everyone escape as far away as possible. As for what happens after that...... It doesn't make much difference to me anyway.

The last spell of life is a big success, and it's still very good!

......

"Smack!" a large firm hand slapped Sonya's shoulder, knocking the weak girl to the ground with a stagger. The spell came to an abrupt end, and Sonia found herself being pushed against a large tree, with a broad back in front of her.

"Griffith?"

"That's pretty much it, they've run away, and it's their problem not to get far," Griffith held his sword and shield in front of Sonya, "and then we'll have to think about how to keep the two of us going." ”

"How did you get here, and why weren't you hurt by the storm?"

"I'm right behind you," Griffith pointed to a dry patch of ground on the ground, "and the center of your storm is unaffected. ”

I didn't even pay attention. Sonia sighed, rubbed her forehead and said with a slight reproach, "I didn't say it, hey, forget it......"

It won't last long, we can't stop the attack of the demon wolves, although they are not extraordinary creatures, but they have crushed humans with physical strength and madness alone...... Sonia bit her lip slightly, wanting to say something but not knowing where to start.

In front of the two of them, three burly and terrifying demon wolves leaned over immediately after the chanting ended. They move with vigor and agility, and even if they are corrupted and degenerate, they still have a touch of grace and pride from the upper predators.

"I, my mental power is running out," Sonia tried to hold on to not fainting, "It's useless to drink the vitality potion again, it's not long after drinking, and it will cool down." ”

"I know," Griffith's tone was unwavering, "hide behind me, and I'll fulfill my mission until the very end." ”

Actually, it's useless to dodge, Griffith might be able to hold on a little longer, but as long as the demon wolf charges, I can count down to myself.

But now that he's here, there are two final options. Was all this a fateful arrangement?

Sonia gasped softly, as if she had made up her mind. She approached the midshipman and put her hand on his arm:

"Griffith, the time has come to decide. ”

Her blonde hair was blown away by the wind and draped over her shoulders, and her blue eyes were shrouded in exhaustion, but she did not flinch.

Griffith seemed to have the illusion that he had seen this happening.

The demon wolf charges, and the final battle is coming.

Griffith's eyes widened, and he hurriedly turned forward, he wanted to see with his own eyes the end, to see which monster killed him.

Suddenly, he heard clear and pleasant words coming from behind him, reaching his heart.

"God of contract and notarization,

"Guardian of Order,

"Witness of the eternal scales,

"I pray that you will hear and respond, and please bear witness to our oath!"

Sonya, whose mental power was almost dry, broke the golden bracelet on her wrist, and invisible elements and breaths suddenly surged in the air, and spiritual energy echoed in Griffith's heart.

It was as if he could hear Sonya's voice without his ears.

"Griffith Blanton, from this moment on,

"Your sword is with me, your destiny coexists with me,

"May the divine covenant link our souls!"

This is the soul contract, and in a moment of desperation, Sonia prays to the gods to establish a soul contract between her and Griffith, and is waiting for his response.

The wolf's claws had already pounced on Griffith's face, but a faint golden halo appeared around him and Sonya, and even claws that could tear through steel could not break through. The powerful mutant creature bounced back with a "bang". It was taken aback and immediately jumped back to dodge.

This is a pact being made under the attention of the gods, and there is no room for mortal interference!

"I accept, Sonia de la Mor," Griffith replied inwardly, immediately realizing that a portion of his psionic power was being drained from the girl to replenish her powers.

At the same time, Griffith receives some knowledge that he does not know.

When he is within 5 kilometers of Sonya, either of them will not die immediately even if they are fatally wounded, and as long as the other is still alive, the contract will create a shield of high priority to protect the wounded person's life and prevent him from harm, and the protected contractor will slowly recover from his injuries.

In addition, through certain physical contact, any person who enters into a contract can actively draw the other's psionic energy to replenish himself, or replenish the other's psionic energy.

This is a rare high-level contract, simple to make and powerful. But this can only be accomplished if both parties have a deep trust in each other and pray to the God of the Covenant and receive His gaze.

"Well, at this point, the contract is complete. Sonia responded. Her eyes were radiant, and she fearlessly greeted whatever was to come.

The pale golden shield that protected the two disappeared.

Griffith stepped forward with his sword. Although the strength has not increased, the fighting spirit has boiled. It was as if he was once again standing under the banner of the eagle, fearless and his mind clearer than ever.

Sonia has stopped draining his psionic powers, maintaining only the minimum requirements. But even so, she can mobilize the trinkets she carries with her, and this time the battle will not be as overwhelming as before.

"Griffith, my knight," the girl stooped and tore her long slim skirt and tied it around her waist, "please fight without reservation and without fear!"

"To me, to the world, show me your true power!"