"Griffith, draw it over and let the living corpses follow me!"

Galadia shouted, turned and ran towards the Earth Dragon's cave.

Griffith followed, running around the altar's spire to the other side, swarms of cockroaches swarming, front and back drawn into several garment-like lines.

Griffith turned and threw out a few secondary slowing potions, and the big bugs immediately became a mess.

He then summoned the runes and cast the "Ice Structure" spell on the ground, erecting a covering wall of ice to cover the ground with smooth ice.

As soon as the huge xenomorph orcs saw them fleeing, they immediately strode after them, and almost slipped and fell as soon as they stepped onto the ice.

But its power is so brutal that it even swells with the aura of destroying magical effects. With a little force, it strode on, rushing towards it without hindrance.

It threw the scythe in its hand. The black and yellow murder weapon swept through the wind, whipping up a cloud of shattered ice and an astonishing wind pressure.

Two living corpses suddenly pounced on the side, blocking the projection of the giant scythe with their bodies, and they themselves were cut off on the spot. The murder weapon that was hindered by this time lost some of its power, and then it was blocked by the ice wall.

Although the defense was more successful this time, Griffith was hit by the scythe again. He rolled and smashed a low wall, falling into a cloud of rubble.

Before he could scramble to a shelter, the furious orcs were already slamming their fists. Its fists were like millstones, and its hands clenched downwards slammed downward, and its furious momentum was better than thunder.

At the same time, Galadia had deftly jumped onto a nearby wooden shed. Beneath the wooden shed was the entrance to the Earth Dragon's cave, but three living corpses crowded there blocked the view.

She drew her feathered arrows, and her right hand shot out like a swift shadow.

Three arrows like meteors struck one after another.

The first arrow struck the orc in the right eye. The orc, who was about to catch Griffith, hurriedly raised his hand to protect his eyes, but gave Griffith a chance to breathe and escape.

The second arrow hit the orc's ankle, piercing the flesh. This formidable monster also had to fall to its knees under this blow.

The third arrow was not aimed at the orcs, but towards the earthen wall next to it. The low, crumbling wall collapsed, and the rising sand and dust cut off the orcs' view, hiding Griffith in a blur of smoke.

These three arrows completed the role of support, retardation and cover in an instant. Not so long ago, Galadia would have only attacked simply and directly. She has little experience in vicious warfare, and even though she is extremely beautiful, her understanding of the battlefield and her own abilities is shallow and naïve, and she will encounter danger even when facing goblins and cockroaches.

She is like a toddler with a fortune that does not understand the value of wealth and the dangers that come with it.

Until the moment just now.

Seeing that Griffith was about to be caught and crushed, Galadia did not panic or move blindly, but continued to carry out the original tactics, made an extremely efficient judgment in the crisis, and covered and contained in one go.

Although the strong body of the orc can take a lot of damage, it is helpless in the face of such exquisite combos and coordination.

By the time it had recovered from its ankle pain and the smoke and dust, Griffith had already pulled away and was making a detour towards the next cover, about to snipe again with a condensed ice gun.

The orc, who saw the prey that was about to escape, let out an angry and unwilling roar. It picked up the scythe, its mighty legs leaping in defiance of pain and bleeding, lunging towards the threatening elves, then leaping and slashing.

Its terrifying explosive power set off a raging wind and roared, and the mere sight of the momentum and madness of the assault was terrifying. Although it has been weakened and suppressed by the rules of seals, this blow is still like a mountain and a sea, and the wind is violently changing.

Galadia watched the orc smash her head and cover her face, but she only bowed slightly, restrained her breath, and watched the blow like a sea of mountains with calm eyes.

Get out of the way!,Griffith shouted anxiously. Before he could speak, the giant scythe had already roared down, and the wind swept up around the elves who were close at hand, turning into a pale green phantom and quickly dodging.

"Boom!" the orcs slammed into the ground like stone projectiles from siege trebuchets. The wooden sheds and stone bricks near the landing site were all shattered and sputtered in a ring.

Griffith watched as the elves dodged to his side like lightning, and then a visible shockwave hit him, and the two of them were blown away in the blink of an eye like autumn leaves.

Broken masonry and wood chips crackled and fell to the ground. Griffith's face was covered with sharp rubble, and he forced his eyes open in pain. Galadia's slender figure came from the storm, her beautiful long straight hair fluttering in the wind. The rubble was overwhelming, but it didn't touch her agile figure in the slightest.

She stood there cold and graceful, dust, rubble, and spatters of wood carefully avoided like a terrified courtier to a king. Apparently at the center of the shockwave and debris, the elves were unscathed.

Her form was moving in an indescribable way. Even though she stood there, she looked like an elusive phantom.

What a great strength and talent!

After just one or two combat experiences, she grew up from her immaturity and showed amazing strength and talent. Compared to her, Griffith, who has experienced countless bloody battles, seems clumsy and mediocre.

If it were someone else, he would definitely grit his teeth and stomp his feet in anger.

But Griffith doesn't think so. His eyes lit up, and he watched with joy as the elves retreated from the shock and danger unharmed, and his light figure was as beautiful as a ball.

It's really beautiful!

"Let's step back a bit. Griffith is still a little sane, hurry up and give a reminder.

"Why?" said Galadia triumphantly, "don't you see how strong I am? ”

Her extraordinary ability, "Windrun", apparently surpasses the normal extraordinary ability specifications, almost reaching the level of physical damage immunity. There was not even dust or stains left on her pale green hunting suit. This is no longer something that can be done by ability, it can almost be said to be the protection of the elements or even the gods.

As the onslaught subsided, Galadia happily lifted the wind's protection and raised her chin at the grizzled Griffith.

Just as she was about to say something more and praise herself, a cloud of rubble and dust that flew into the air fell from the sky.

The floor and earth and rocks that had been lifted by the orcs flew very high, and only then did they fall, and in the blink of an eye, they were painted into dirty clay figures.

“......”

Galadia couldn't accept it for a while. She stood there stupidly, blinking at the only non-earthy yellow eye in her body.

"Boom!"

Several larger rocks fell, one of which hit her right on the head.

Galadia bled on the spot, and fell into Griffith's arms with a thud. The bright red blood couldn't stop spreading and oozing, and in the blink of an eye, it soaked her clothes and long hair.

Griffith only felt his head thump, and hurriedly took out a bottle of healing potion, flipped the elf's body, and carefully poured it down.

The elf's beautiful and delicate face was as white as paper, and the wound on his forehead was bloody, soaking the sleeves of the apprentice knight's coat.

Griffith hurriedly removed the small amount of bandages and soju he was carrying, first removed the stains from the wounds, then removed the gravel chips inserted into the elves' skin, and applied ointment to wrap the bandages. This situation was really unexpected, and he scanned around in panic as he bandaged it, but he didn't see the burly figure of the orc. Only the stout butcher was left with the living corpses sent to obscure his vision, and the other two were gone.

Although Galadia's extraordinary ability easily dodged the orc's landing blow, the stone that fell from the aftermath of the attack alone knocked her down.

This weak physique and defense ability are really indistinguishable from Amber.

Cold sweat broke out on Griffith's forehead, and his heart beat like a marching war drum. He bandaged and examined his companion's wounds, while being wary of orcs that could reappear at any time. But a strange thought suddenly popped up in my mind—

Even if it's such a gifted high-ranking race, it's easy to be knocked down. Galadia has the rare dual extraordinary characteristics of a ranger and a spellcaster, movement speed, evasion, attack speed, precision and lethality are extraordinary, and the spell can also provide countermeasures to deal with complex situations, but once hit by an area kill, the light and agile body will be difficult to bear......

If this is the case for the elves, I can use the number to maintain a thick battle line to suppress their mobility, and then throw in the trebuchet to defeat them with wide area damage, and the projection distance is far away from the range of the mage...... Griffith's hand was bandaged, but his mind was full of thoughts about how to defeat and kill the elves.

Thinking about it, he actually entered a state of selflessness, and quickly conceived a tactic against the elves with a head and an end. The lips that had just been clenched by panic and anxiety also relaxed, and slowly curled up in a smug arc.

"Hey~" The blood-covered elf suddenly let out a soft call, "Am I not seriously injured?"

"Uh-huh?" Griffith's fantasy was immediately interrupted, and he replied stunned, "It's all right, little wound." ”

"Well, what are you smiling and thinking about?" Galadia struggled to sit up, "How's that orc?"

The landing point of the heavy blow just now has become a huge hole in the ground. It was the entrance to the Dragon's Cave, and after Garadia stood on the wooden shed at the entrance of the cave and shot three arrows, the orcs smashed it.

With that earth-shattering jump, the orc smashed directly into the hole and disappeared. The shockwave and debris repelled the cockroaches, and they didn't gather for a while.

At this moment, a long howl came from the cavern that had never been heard before. The terrifying momentum surged out like a tide, and Griffith, who was standing far away outside the cave, seemed to be captured by a terrifying beast, and his legs were weak in terror.

The hairs all over his body stood on end, and Griffith's whole body trembled. The loud noise in the cave has an irresistible force, and the mere hearing of this strange sound makes people unable to move.

The ground began to shake violently, and the stones bounced like they had grown legs. Griffith immediately wanted to turn and run away, but some powerful mind was trying to invade his mind, and his legs were like lead.

"It's the burrowing worm!" Griffith shouted, "it's going to attack us?"

"No," Galadia shook her head, "after all, this is just a world of seals, and everything in front of you is just ashes left behind by the annihilation of consciousness. ”

The terrifying loud noises and the roar of the ground gradually subsided. The burning visions around the two began to fall off layer by layer, falling to the ground like broken mirrors, and turning into nothing.

A beautiful piece of jade appeared at what was supposed to be the entrance of the Earth Dragon Cave.

Galadia picked up the pieces, closed her eyes, and perused them with her extraordinary inspiration, and after a few moments, she returned from meditation:

"It's over, the commotion over the seals has subsided.

"This is the crystallization of the extraordinary properties of the Dream Pathway's Sequence 7 'Dire', left behind by the Driller, with some remnants of its mind on it. Although it was a powerful mythical creature with extraordinary characteristics, it was only a little wreckage and unwilling thoughts left after being hunted.

"Its messenger has been slain by a terrible enemy, the villagers who have accompanied it for centuries have turned against it, and the flood is about to completely destroy its homeland for hundreds of years. Tormented by anger and unwillingness, it leaves its lair and fights its invading enemies.

"It was eventually killed. The villages it sheltered were untouched, and the ruins sank beneath the reservoir that never saw the light of day.

On the eve of its destruction, it prayed to its gods, hoping that someone would know what had happened to it and the village. It doesn't matter that the strange orc's body killed it, and it may also have been assisted by other powers, and the Driller Worm doesn't know.

"There is a god who hears its will, who cannot directly interfere with our world, but who can also guide us to a certain extent in the search for its tragedy, whose power intervened in my trials of promotion and made me appear here.

"This emerald crystallization of properties is a reward for our quest for secrets. ”