Blood tax

Chapter 265 Stanislaus Paulus II
Although the elves' defenders are elite, they have an unsolvable problem, that is, their numbers are limited.

After witnessing the mighty tide of corpses, they may be wary of the undead army attacking the outpost in the valley to the north.But whether they have the determination and strength to reinforce other strongholds under attack is another matter.

A small number of troops can easily be ambushed and surrounded, and a large number will weaken the defense of the fortress.And the Silvermoon Fortress cannot be lost no matter what.

Although the small outpost does not have many troops, the terrain is steep and it is not so easy to fall.Generally speaking, as long as they can persist until Canaan's army arrives, crushing these undead creatures is just a matter of waving their hands.

Griffith grandly displayed his corpse wave, and then quietly turned around in the forest with only a part of his troops.His goal is very simple, as long as he breaks through a checkpoint, he and Galadia can safely cross the ridge and enter the wilderness without being noticed. It is not his goal to fight head-to-head with the elves.

The main attack on Silvermoon Fortress was just diversion and feint. Griffith did not expect that the undead creatures resurrected with the crystallization of Sequence 7 Extraordinary Characteristics could break through the fortress garrisoned by Extraordinary and Extraordinary.

The real target he chose was the Yew Outpost, a small stronghold guarded by only a dozen or so elves and a squadron of half-elves.It is impossible to have extraordinary people in the stronghold. The daily tasks of a few elves are mainly to stop stowaways and give early warning, and form a continuous defense line covering the mountains with Silvermoon Fortress, and intercept and kill a small number of monsters.It is not prepared for large-scale battles at all.

Their position was built on a three-story platform in the middle of the mountain.Each floor is guarded by strong and thick walls and gates.The astonishingly powerful ballista has also prepared crossbow bolts strengthened with magic, which can fight against Beamon and evil dragons.

However, these equipments are not suitable for fighting with living corpses.

Griffith charged at the gate with what was left of his army.The self-explosive ball launched a round of impact and broke through there immediately.

After being attacked, the garrison in the outpost immediately began to fight back.A capable elf warrior rushed forward to block the broken door with two knives in hand.His twin blades were so sharp that a living corpse would be completely smashed if hit twice at most, and his companion also attached a powerful shield to him.As long as the shield is not broken, he can continue to fight.

However, Griffith's self-destruct ball did not hit him, but rushed into the next wall.

"boom!"

After a loud noise, the solid first layer of the wall collapsed.Living corpses poured in from all directions, and the persistence of the elf warriors instantly became meaningless.

A wizard stood out from the guards who had reacted.They chanted a spell, and immediately erected an invisible storm barrier in front of the tide of corpses to keep the living corpses out.

These continuous magic storms isolate the space, and even the self-explosive ball cannot blow through.Some of the living corpses were blocked in the stand and were immediately besieged by the shooters.

The thwarted attack immediately retreated, avoiding the arrows in the forest.

Based on the principle of being cautious, the guards did not pursue them.They already knew the news that Silvermoon Fortress had been attacked, so they dared not underestimate the enemy.

However, within a minute, the living corpses rushed up again.The elf hurriedly fought again.With their first experience, they built barriers, easily slaughtered the living corpses trapped in the stand and walls, and repelled them again.

Repeatedly, although each time the elves were able to repel the attack of the corpse tide, besieging and killing the trapped living corpses.But in this narrow space, it's not even possible to deal heavy damage to undead creatures.On the contrary, after rounds of casting spells, the spiritual power of the few casters tends to be exhausted.Soon, their spiritual power began to dry up, and even potions couldn't make up for the consumption.

"This won't work, our spiritual power will be exhausted," said the wizard in charge of the defense with a solemn expression, "We must injure them once and for all, otherwise we will run out of energy before the reinforcements arrive, and at that time we will be unstoppable .”

Not many companions responded to his suggestion, and the half-elves didn't even have a right to speak.Before they reached a conclusion, a new wave of corpses rushed up.This time, the elf wizard simply gave up using the magic barrier to block, thinking that if you don't listen to me, then see who is the core.

Sure enough, without the barrier of the magic stand, only the walls and fortifications really couldn't stop the impact of the self-explosive ball, and the second line of defense quickly fell.

Now, the elves in the yew outpost decided to unite closely with the core of the caster, and first used a round of skilled defense to stabilize the position. Although there were only a few dozen people, under the leadership of the powerful elf Extraordinary, the outpost The troops crushed the living corpses in the blink of an eye.Then all the rangers and knights swarmed up with half-elf soldiers and started chasing and defeating the living corpses.

This time, the undead creatures couldn't retreat safely like before.Under precise shooting, they burst into black fragments one after another, or turned into muddy blood, and were wiped out by the chasing troops before they retreated to the woods.

At this moment, there was a tooth-itching rustling sound in the sky, and a group of flying monsters that had never been seen before flapped their wings and swooped down like dark clouds.

The monsters are like dead dragon eagles, but they have long lost their noble and elegant temperament and beauty. Their rotting bodies and sharp claws are their most distinctive features.

They folded their huge membranous wings, roared down from mid-air, and made a sharp and unbearably harsh flute sound.

A shooter immediately fired into the air.His superb shooting skills and powerful explosive power almost connected the arrows into a shining silver whip, and the swept Necromancer-headed dragon eagles burst into the air one by one.Just as he was about to lament that these monsters looked scary but were not durable, the companions around him already let out a terrified cry.

A Necromancer Dragonhawk cut in from the blind spot of his sight, and the chaotic and shrill whistling sound filled his ears. The elf archer didn't realize that death was approaching at all.The sharp bone blade cut through his neck quickly, and the headless corpse didn't even realize that it had ended.

Griffith invested all the Necromancer Dragonhawks to besiege the elves who left the shelter of the fortifications.Even though they were all Extraordinary with extraordinary skills, they were not strong enough to ignore the siege.After several backbones were killed in the siege, the remaining elf Extraordinary completely lost their fighting spirit and fled one after another.

The scene was in chaos, and the half-elf soldiers couldn't hear the command of the officer amidst the howling, and they didn't know which direction to attack.Even the elves in the resident outposts began to fall into chaos. They didn't know whether to block the fortifications or let their own people in. They watched the undead dragon eagle and the living corpses chasing the fleeing elves and following them. rushed into the fortifications.

The magic tower disintegrated under the howling bone blades and sharp claws.

The living corpse rushed through the doors, windows and gaps, driving out the elves hiding inside.

After several clansmen died, the last survivors threw away their helmets and hid in the last fortress, not daring to show their faces.

all the best!
Griffith scanned the chaotic outpost.He is no longer a weak apprentice knight.In the adventures and conspiracies again and again, his little chess piece has gained its own power.

A kind of pride that gallops across the world arises spontaneously.The Extraordinary of the elves and the regular army fled amidst the howling of the undead dragon eagle, and the fortress and arrow tower fell under the sharp claws of the living corpses.

"The secrets of the legendary war knights are unfolding in front of me, and even the clues of the rare Inherent Domain have been grasped by me. Hanguang's conviction, and the bone ring that drives the power of frost, blood, and the dead are all under my control Those beings who have been plotting against me in the dark must carefully weigh whether their lackeys have the power to be my enemy.

"Soon, when I capture this outpost, I can take Galadia away!"

……

Galadia looked at him silently.Strong fighting spirit surged in the resolute eyes. This high-spirited enthusiasm and down-to-earth sense of security are really reassuring.But as far as she could see were terrifying monsters and bloody clansmen, she was still a little scared.

Griffith is becoming more and more like a death knight. It is quite enjoyable to see such a terrible thing as summoning undead creatures.Even though he was fighting for me, I was a little scared.

He was destined to be born for war, and his fate is intertwined with me. What kind of future will lie ahead?

Why is my life like this?I thought meeting him was just an unforgettable and happy part of my long life. He would accompany me through the good years as a guardian knight, adventures, travels and small quarrels. All I wanted were these ordinary and trivial things little things.

Why did it become like this?All of this looks like part of a conspiracy. What happened to Dad, the clansman, and the bastard Sidious? What are those dangerous beings expecting?
The situation of the battle became clearer, and the elves in the outpost couldn't even fight back.Galadia, who had nothing to do, began to think wildly.

If we escape from here, we will spend several days together before fleeing to Arran.We will camp in forests and caves.If, I mean, if, in case, he wants to do those things in the book, should I refuse...

Lonely men and widows, fleeing in danger, hiding in the cave under the waterfall, this and that, ah——!I'm not yet an adult, so I should refuse!You must refuse~ unless the atmosphere is particularly good.

Galadia covered her face and thought wildly.It was so embarrassing to think one by one, and she couldn't help connecting some indescribable plots in the notebook with the next journey.

"Impossible!" She yelled, rubbing her long hair.

"Why not?" Griffith, who was proudly directing the undead creatures to attack the outpost, turned his head and asked suspiciously, "We can't cross the mountain pass without defeating them."

"Nothing, nothing~" Galadia hurriedly shook her head.

Griffith didn't take this little episode to heart:

"My necromantic dragonhawks have overwhelmed the elves' defenses and are driving them into a small patch of buildings.

"Meanwhile, the Bombers and Zombies would run through their positions, clearing a passage and destroying their cordon until all the elves were routed to take refuge in the last bastion.

"Let's go, hurry up, we can take the opportunity to pass here without being discovered. If your people want to rush out to obstruct or find our traces, they can only kill them."

Galadia nodded:

"I understand. But, Griffith, are you sure these undead creatures can defeat my people?"

"Hey, you don't understand," Griffith laughed, "I have long discovered that your people are good at long-range attacks, and their lethality is amazing. But their physique is not strong, and their nerves are not tough. Once under the attack of the enemy, once it is close, it will be in danger, and even lose order.

"Mages dare not appear in front of the tide of corpses, and archers are also suppressed by dragon eagles all over the sky. I just need to let these ugly creatures push over and demolish the defensive buildings.

"My dragon eagle is already riding on their faces, how could I lose!"

……

The remaining elves retreated into the last fortress, not to mention fighting back, they didn't even have the courage to look at the raging monsters outside.They looked at the teleportation circle eagerly, hoping that one or two reinforcements would come out to save them.

They frantically contacted all friendly forces they could contact, begging them to come and support them.

Finally, violent psionic fluctuations appeared in the air.A reinforcement army answered their pleas.Dissociated electric charges gathered and sounded in the air, and the space was torn apart into a lightless crack.Immediately afterwards, the light shone brightly in the darkness, and a majestic figure proudly walked out from the crack in the space.

Stannis Paulus is revealed in the light of the teleportation circle.

His expression is solemn and noble, as if he can stand still in the face of giant beasts.His eyes shone with wisdom and determination, and as long as he looked at him, the elves immediately summoned courage.

"Fear not, my countrymen, here I come!" cried the Elf General, "Gather near me!"

The brilliance of the magic circle behind him was not dim, and several secret peepers and wizards stepped out of the teleportation circle one after another and stood beside him.The outpost guard elves, who had been terrified, raised their heads excitedly, and shouted in joyful and fanatical voices:

"Look, it's the Shield of Canaan!"

"It's Lord Stannis, the star knight, he will regroup the troops and lead us to launch a counterattack!"

　Stanislaus pays tribute to Paulus in the sixth episode. He has endured the stigma he shouldn't bear. He also pays tribute to stats Da Yong. May there be no gunmen and tanks on the [-]th line!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)