Wait, there's no direct evidence that he's driving Isis and Rudias. I'll have to think about it again to see if there are any omissions.

Griffith stood up and walked along the edge of the castle, soothing his nerves.

Having lived in the Academy of Magic for some time, he also got used to comfortable uniforms and robes. This time, the camp school agreed to let the shuttorals wear armor, so Griffith wore the double heavy armor of chain mail and plate armor issued by the school for the first time in a long time, wearing a long sword and dagger around his waist, and a thick cloak on the outside, which was both warm and reassuring.

As he pondered his question, he skilfully rummaged through the bushes to see if there was any foreign signing. Similar maneuvers have been done countless times over the years, from a few camps on the Eastern Front to under the walls of Holmonwoods, where the soil is softer and where the stone walls are about to collapse.

Most of the time there was nothing, but for Griffith, no gain was the biggest gain.

The rocky slopes on the southwest side of the watchtower are gentle, and the builders built a low wall under the walls. As the years passed, this section of the low wall also collapsed quite a bit. The slopes under the low walls are very secluded, and the tangled vines have not yet withered in the snow, giving it a unique look. Griffiths inexplicably began to fantasize about the night of walking with Galadia, and his mind couldn't help but come alive.

Concentrate, concentrate! Why do I get so easily distracted now?

The Cadet Knight followed the vanishing outer wall to a low stone wall. Beneath the stone wall was originally a deliberately cleared slope from the boulder, but in the days of tranquility there were already a large number of wild vines. From here he could see the endless whispering forest, and between the dark treetops and the canopy, there seemed to be some illusory shadow wandering.

The snow from the Whispering Forest to the Watchtower was so flat that there was no sign of creature in the moonlight...... Griffith looked at the daytime route, where the snow made it impossible to make out the footprints he had come.

Griffith gently inhaled the cool night breeze. Today's wind is a little different, a little familiar taste, eh.

He had surveyed the terrain in the evening, and knew that below it was a slope of bush and grass. As is customary, he used the scabbard in his hand to remove the vines under his feet and looked down the slope......

The soft soil was densely packed with small footprints one after another, stretching up the slope below, and even trampling down several shrubs.

Griffith's mind went blank.

It's not that he hasn't thought about the situation. Even the night rounds are based on certain assumptions.

However, when the dense footprints appeared in front of him, he couldn't believe for a moment that he could see what he saw here, in the center of the civilized world—

Footprints of a large group of goblins.

They were apparently well-organized, and somehow avoided the vigilant circle below, climbing up the hidden path on the edge of the cliff, and leaping here with the help of the shrub-obscured vision.

How did they get past the outer guard circle and keep the demons from being discovered!?

Griffith's heart trembled, and his brain even went blank for a moment. He noticed that the earth had sunk deep under the stone wall where he was standing, and that the enemy had climbed from where he was.

Warning! Warning! Galadia and Sonya, along with their classmates, are scattered in tents unsuspectingly! The professors are also doing their own business in the tent on the other side of the boulder castle!

Griffith hurriedly stepped back, turned around and prepared to rush back.

"Dear sir, is there anything we need help with?" a voice sounded around the corner, and Griffith turned around with lightning speed.

A dozen cloaked brownie elves were pushing carts around the corner of the wall and struggling to push them this way. These weak and obedient creatures are responsible for the manor and flower fields near the castle on a daily basis, and they are also responsible for luggage, food, lodging, and all kinds of chores when they come out to camp today.

"What are you doing here?" asked Griffith, pressed his hand to the hilt of his sword, wary.

"Sir, we've been instructed by the kitchen to send a batch of ingredients over for tomorrow's breakfast," replied Brownie, who was at the front.

"Your number?"

"Number 2887, sir. ”

Brownie, who replied, was dressed in a brown labor uniform from Holmonwards, looked up at Griffith, and spoke clearly and fluently. Brownie behind it pushed the cart with great difficulty, following without saying a word.

Probably because of the cold, the brownies wrapped themselves in thick cloaks and scarves and walked quietly towards the apprentice knights.

Something is wrong!Griffith was in a cold sweat when he faced these dwarf creatures, and even his brain was a little jerky.

"Wait," Griffith pressed his hand to the hilt of his sword, "Stop! leave things where they are, I'm going to check." ”

Brownie, the leader, said lightly:

"Hands-on. ”

......

Before he could finish speaking, a dozen brownies from the cart tore off the cloaks that covered their heads and faces, drew a shiny sharp knife from their arms, and pounced on Griffith with hideous faces.

They have dark green wrinkled skin all over their bodies, black and yellow fangs that grow crookedly in their mouths, and their round eyes are full of greed and madness.

Goblins!

Griffith drew his sword and slashed one down, then reached out and grabbed the other one that had broken its neck, reaching for the sentry around its neck.

The whistle was stuck in the crack of the cold iron armor and could not be pulled out. Damn it!

Griffith's cold sweat suddenly flowed, and he let go of his voice and shouted.

"Enemy attack!"

Almost at the same time, four or five goblins had silently surrounded him from the left and right, stabbing at his waist and knees with sharp blades. Several other goblins with swords had gone around his back, blocking the path to the inner circle of the castle.

They occupy a place in a sequential order, but they are activated as tightly as a delicate clockwork.

Griffith was taken aback and hurriedly retreated, but was still stabbed several times in the waist and legs.

The Cadet turned and jumped towards the slope of the bushes below, and with a single roll fell into the bushes and grass, rolling down the slope.

"Flee so fast," the only brownie waved his hand nonchalantly as he watched Griffith's tall figure disappear into the vines, "the whole army is assaulted, the target is those noble ladies, don't fall in love with war, don't enjoy the spoils." ”

The speechless goblins let out a "clucking" roar and immediately rushed over. At this moment, a large group of goblins also poured out from behind the corner, their bodies covered in thick ointment, and they followed closely with blades and short spears.

"Captain, you take a team to kill that human warrior," Brownie 2887 stopped a sturdy goblin and spoke, "He's been stabbed a few times and can't get far." ”

"Boom!" the stronger goblin let out a strange cry and jumped into the vineyard with his short sword in hand. Eleven goblins followed, chasing Griffith in the direction of his escape.

......

It hurts, but it's good to have double armor.

Griffith's heavy armor blocked the attack he had just received, allowing him to save his kidneys and thighs.

However, he did not carry a short gun or shield with him, and even a dagger only brought two.

It's too lax, if it's patrolling the battlefields of the East, Griffith will definitely be fully armed. But the brief peaceful life made him slacken, and after arriving at Hormonwarts, he only carried a long sword and a few daggers with his night patrol.

Of course, there are school rules and regulations, but if Griffith has the heart, he can still find a way to bring more weapons.

Now is not the time to regret, you must annihilate your pursuers as quickly as possible and return to the library! Griffith struck his way through the dense bushes with his sword in hand. The footsteps of a dozen goblins were not far from him.

"Boom!" the first goblin leapt out of the bush and stabbed Griffith with a dagger in hand.

The Cadet Knight stabbed with a sword, taking advantage of his length and killing the goblin first. At the same time, two goblins appeared on either side of him, one left and one right.

Old...... Griffith swung his sword and slashed off the head of the enemy on the right side, raised his left hand to block the goblin's slash with his gauntlet, broke its arm with his backhand and threw it to the ground, and then stepped into a pulp.

The fourth, fifth, and sixth enemies followed. Griffith grabbed the goblin's dagger in his left hand and threw it at the enemy in the middle, then stabbed at the front enemy.

The sixth goblin, who had lost the cover of his companions, was stunned for a moment, and Griffith drew his sword and swung it towards its head, slashing its head along with the short spear in his hand.

"Kill six, how many?" Griffith picked up two short knives and a short spear and continued to rush to the other side.

......

Sonia closed the thick book, pinched her forehead, and asked Galadia, who was looking out the window, "I seem to hear something." ”

The elf was looking at the dark night sky outside the tent with a puzzled face, and turned to look at the blonde girl, "Sonya, have you heard Brownie's cry?"

"Huh?"

"Poof~" Fiona, who was sitting at the other end of the long table, smiled, "Do you want to pinch it and try it?"

Lana grabbed Brownie 1412, who was about to push the cart away, and looked at the ladies present: "What kind of screams do you want to hear?"

"Hey~ Don't bully people, I'll just talk about it!" Fiona patted Lana's head lightly.

"Where did Griffith say he went?" Sonia felt inexplicably unsmiling, "I think he seemed to have said that tonight's patrol route was on the outer wall. ”

"Yes," Galadia took off her long coat from the hanger, "I'll take a look outside, you ......"

Before she could finish her sentence, a panicked voice came from outside the tent, the owner of the voice seemed to be some familiar teacher, but she couldn't remember it for a moment.

"Mountain Monster!"

"A mountain monster has run in!"

"Help!"

On that day, the school brought back the corpse of the terrifying mountain monster and put it in the aisle, and everyone saw it when they returned to the dormitory after self-study. The massive, ugly corpses, dripping with pus, almost blocked the door. Many girls had nightmares for days.

This terrifying exclamation echoed through the winter night, startling everyone scattered in the various tents.

Sonia stood up with a "pout", grabbed her textbook at a loss, and then put it down and took out her wand. Galadia jumped up like a cat with its tail stepped on, and spun around twice to find herself defenseless except for her wand. The others screamed and scattered. Many of the hapless ones also tripped over tables, chairs, and clutter.

In this tent, Shutolar, who had only a small amount of armament and armor, including Rana, hastily drew their swords from under their robes and held them in their hands.

"Let's get out of here and go to the professor's tent. Sonia thought quickly and suggested.

The junior students gathered in the library immediately took their wands and swarmed out of the tent.

The buildings of the Overwatch Fort may be dilapidated, but it is still a massive rock fortress. Between the tent and the main fort where the professor is located, there is a path through the garden. At intervals on the top of the trail are marble arches, on which snow-covered vines and dead trees climb to form a secluded path.

"Quick, go this way," Rana quickly surveyed the surroundings, not unaware of the terrifying figure of the mountain monster, presumably not yet here. With only a layer of chain mail on his body, and no weapons other than his sword, Rana felt that he would die if he faced the majestic mountain monster one-on-one.

The only way to do this is to seek refuge in the main fort.

Galadia departed from the panicked crowd and grabbed the vines from the stone pillar and leaped up deftly, jumping lightly above the curved arch.

It's so quiet!, Galadia glanced at the quiet garden in confusion. After the warning sound, there was no sound, and no one was seen who raised the alarm.

Could it be that he went somewhere else after he sounded the alarm? If so, it would be too quiet, as if we were the only ones who heard the alarm.

Is it a prank?, Galadya calmed down, scrutinizing the garden they were walking through.

Suddenly, she noticed a large group of child-sized figures jumping into the flowers, lunging at the crowd running towards the main castle from all directions.

"Trap!" Gladia exclaimed, "Come back, everyone!

Sonia heard Galadia's shout and hurriedly stopped and looked around. But the lush vegetation blocked her vision, and she couldn't see any danger nearby. Only the elven girls waved desperately and shouted to them from the high stone pillars.

The hurried crowd did not hear the warning at all. Sonia was also knocked to the side by a boy who ran away in a hurry, and almost fell into the flowers.

She struggled to her feet. Dense vines and shrubs hung on her ornate robes, and it took a lot of effort to break free. Just as she was about to run in the direction of Galadia, a hand suddenly grabbed her slender shoulder.

Sonia turned her head to see a long, withered hand grasping the robe on her left shoulder. Behind the vine man came a hideous, ugly head with pointed ears, and looked at him with malicious eyes.

"Ahh Right here, several green hands reached out of the vines and grabbed her pretty blonde hair and robes.

"Unfold the Frost ......

"Unfold Frost Configuration 6, Sculpt, Spike, Stack, Throw!" Sonya, who was being pulled, chanted rapidly, almost biting her tongue, but did it in the confusion. An ice spike coalesced from the tip of the wand, and with a "whoosh" slammed through the throat of a goblin.

It worked?!

Before Sonia could be pleased, several other goblins had already pinned her to the ground.

"Unfold Frost Configuration 6......"

The girl's mind was almost blank and she said hastily, but her psionic energy did not echo. The chant was not destined to succeed from the start.

Oh yes, there's a 15-second cooldown between the spell and the subject! Sonia almost gritted her teeth in remorse.

A goblin splitter snatched her wand and snapped it hard. The connection between the spirit and the wand was instantly interrupted, and Sonya, who was in pain from the sudden mental shock, almost fainted.

The goblin grabbed her arms and legs, dragging them into the dense vines.