Blood tax

Chapter 508 Withered

"My lord, if you are willing to wait, we can submit more materials!" The middle-aged man took out some carefully kept notebooks, "We have comrades in every major fortress, there are handymen, cooks, junior soldiers, and others. Some have already become squad leaders!"

Griffith took the notes and flipped through them quickly.After Canaan's route to the outside world was blocked, the agents of the Confederacy and Qiming County began to make backup intelligence sets and waited for the time to send them out.

The information they have prepared includes but is not limited to maps, army deployments, Extraordinary abilities and fortifications.However, little is known about Canaan's high-level sealed items and strong men.

"I don't have time, so I have to transfer immediately," Griffith put away his notebook. "Before the operation starts, we will send a stronger advance team to join you."

"That's good! We have guerrillas composed of half-elves and humans, and we have weapons!"

These people will come in handy... Griffith nodded and got up to leave.Intelligence work has limits.To ascertain Canaan's true strength and hole cards, Griffith can only rely on personal testing, or aggressive reconnaissance before the war.

Before leaving, he remembered one more thing:

"The battle with Canaan is very dangerous, have you thought it through?"

The middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment, "Are you asking, why did we do this?"

He looked at the little girl playing games outside the door, and moved his lips:
"Rilla is six years old this year. In the early years, we lived closer to the city, where the food was fresher and the security was better. I even considered giving up this job and settling down honestly. After all, being The Gendarmerie arrest was no joke.

"I work on pointy-eared farms and docks, like the rest."

Griffith didn't say a word, he saw the man's eyes looking far away:
"Two years ago, my wife got a strange disease. Scaly moss appeared on the skin. Her fingers and toes were deformed like bird claws. She couldn't sleep all night. Many people living in the sewer In this way, some people say that it will be good to smell the mist leaking out of the cracks.

"We followed suit, and it had some effect at the beginning. Pointy Ears gave some medicine, which relieved the pain, but later we found out that it was terrazine, and once people got it, they couldn't do without it!
"It didn't take long for my wife's sanity to become abnormal.

"We tried to move to another place, but my wife can't live without the fog and terrazine. If she doesn't touch it for half a day, she will go crazy and foam at the mouth."

The man who had worked as an agent for nine years wiped the corners of his eyes in front of Griffith: "After my wife left, I took Rila and moved here to stay away from those harmful things. But as long as you are still in Jia South, just that strange fog is everywhere.

"I thought about finding a chance to leave here and go back to Qiming County, but, Rilla, she, she is only six years old, and she has already grown a tail..."

The man sniffed and raised his head: "Everyone here has their own reasons.

"The job of those half-elves is to fight wars. They have fought against orcs and monsters in the most dangerous places for a lifetime. Pointy ears gave them orders from afar, and sent them to die like fighting grasshoppers. If you don't obey, you will be dealt with. I have seen several times, wizards and gendarmes burn them to death in the square.

"You see, as long as the brain is still sound, anyone who has not been damaged by the pointy ears will not be selected.
"Canaan will be destroyed, but we will not run. This city is theirs and ours, built with our blood and tears."

……

The deeper you go into Canaan, the less Griffith can recognize it.

If the outline seen from a distance is still the beautiful and mysterious city in his memory, it is completely different when he is in it.

All kinds of decorations in the city are extremely exquisite, but they are shrouded in ghostly mist.

The night falls again, under the moonlight, a silent, illusory ripple that seems to have direction and intention, from the distant sky, along with the moonlight flickering on the quiet city, comes quietly, like a wave that is about to rush to the beach wave.

This wave is cloudy and treacherous.Just as it disappeared silently into the darkness between the eaves, pillars and high walls, bursts of faint screams that seemed to come from the ground burst out suddenly.This scream of anguish and despair, even imitated, is enough to tear a person's nerves.

It's like looking down from a high altitude, and it's like some kind of breath from the ground, it seems that it has long been dormant here and is about to explode.

Griffith hurriedly quickened his pace.

Along the way, he seldom rested, relying on potions to replenish his physical strength, and kept moving to avoid Canaan's lock on the transcendent's spiritual ripples.He encountered some secret agents and guerrillas again.The half-elves and Men in great numbers armed themselves as well as they could, watching the night vigilantly, and hiding in danger.

According to them, whenever the mystery intensifies, strange characters will write rules on the wall, and living creatures must abide by them, or hide in special safe houses, otherwise they will invite death horror.

Even elves can be divided into nobles and commoners who are chosen, scholars, knight-errants, explorers, and producers.The area where Griffith is currently located is the settlement of explorers and producers that Galadia took him to visit before.

The woods and parks that were once lush, with leaves and petals so tender that water would flow at the touch of a touch, have turned yellow. The magnificent buildings have been shrouded in the drizzle, and the white stone trails have turned gray.

There is little tidiness here.The underground magic energy pipelines have been in disrepair for a long time, and the blue magic mist seeps out of the gaps, floating and accumulating on the ground, and curled human figures can be seen everywhere curled up in the darkness.

What happened in Canaan, agents, guerrillas and residents are not clear.They only know that in less than a year, this kingdom of God on earth is declining at a speed visible to the naked eye. Many beautiful and elegant elves seem to have lost the plants bathed in the light of the sun and the moon and become dry. The mists that leaked from the pipes were desperate.

People call them the Withered.

Griffith looked at these sluggish elves.They were sitting or lying down, staggering here and there, hearing the sound of footsteps nearby, and occasionally a few slowly raised their heads, revealing haggard, pale faces that were extremely lacking in light.

However, closer to the Nebula Temple in front, the aristocratic area for God's Chosen, Scholars, and Ranger Knights looks more dynamic and tidy.

Griffith observed for a while, and found that under the night, many gorgeous carriages were heading to the temple from all directions.Each car has a unique and beautiful coat of arms, and some are even drawn by a unicorn with a strong and majestic head.

The nobles of Canaan are rushing to the Nebula Temple.

The carriage drove to the gate of the temple, and the high-ranking elves got out of the carriage in a hurry, and the withered ones watched the noble clansmen from afar, watching them enter the temple.

Griffith was careful to hide and observe carefully, trying to find a way to sneak into the temple from here, or at least figure out what the elves were doing.At this moment, he suddenly noticed a trace of sight, a familiar face was staring at the direction where he was hiding.

The elf's hair was as dark as the shadows before the dawn, and upon it was a little silver crown.He stood still, with a calm expression on his face, not knowing what was going on in his mind.

Tarkin Amon.At least the God Hand of Sequence 6 "The Collector",
As soon as the hand of God jumped out of the carriage, he turned his eyes to the shadows under the hazy night and stared deeply for a while.

"What's the matter, Shining Elf," asked the fellow Shunopus Hades and Salamantis, "Is there an ominous instruction from the gods, or a vague promise?"

"Neither, my friends," Tarkin replied, "but I sense a breath."

"The guardian knight," Hades asked, "is he already nearby? Leave it to me."

"No, my friends, don't be impulsive," Tarkin waved his hand. "I need your help tonight. As for this unexpected visitor, the Withered will entertain him."

While the three elves were whispering, several acquaintances of Griffith arrived.

Canaan's director of psionic research, Melrose, and the high-ranking executive Ashura Brutus in a robe of pure white.They took Alyosha, who was wearing a formal dress and looked restless, and rushed into the temple surrounded by some respectable elves.

Could it be that they are holding some ceremony... Griffith retracted his gaze and re-examined the nearby underground pipelines.With these underground roads, coupled with the brute force of the war knight, he is confident that he can open a way to sneak into the temple.

Just do it, go and see what these silly roe deer are planning inside!Griffith jumped into a pipe and kicked past the blocked bars.

"Bang!"

There was a sound of metal tearing and crashing in the silence, and the solid iron bars fell like bushes before the knight.Griffith straightened his equipment and walked inside.

However, just as he took a few steps, some wriggling shadows appeared in the darkness.

Aged, withered female elves suddenly sprang out from various corners like cockroaches in the kitchen.

"Oh—how fresh, what a majestic breath of life!"

"I want!"

"No, he's mine!"

Griffith didn't expect a group of decadent and shriveled elves withered to rush forward.As the great lord of the confederation and a powerful transcendent, he never wanted to waste time with commoners.

"Get out of the way." Griffith shouted.

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden sharp pain in his arm.The shriveled hand went through the shield, tore the chain armor on the upper arm, and gouged out a large piece of flesh.

"what!"

Griffith was taken aback.These withered elves grabbed him with deformed, withered hands that looked like branches.Their nails actually shone with a dark golden gleam, and their random scratching contained the characteristics of making the shield ineffective, directly wounding the armor and flesh and blood.

Could this be the real damage in the legend!

This was the first time Griffith had encountered such an attack, and he couldn't help but spit out blood, and the strength of his whole body soared.

"Get out!"

With just a sweep, seven or eight withered ones were sent flying by Griffith.However, more figures suddenly rushed over from the darkness like sharks smelling blood.

"Look what we found!"

"A wild supernatural!"

Griffith is like kicking a cockroach nest.No matter how he beat them to disperse them, more withered ones danced and surrounded them from all directions as if they had been drugged.

They were knocked down by scabbards, swept by shields, and fell to the ground in layers.

Griffith tried to rush out, but his boots caught in the fallen crowd, and even a Withered took his chance, grabbing his calf and shaking it off.

"hiss--!"

A heart-wrenching pain rushed straight to the brain, and a large piece of Griffith's greaves, boots, and flesh was bitten off.The withered one was crushed under the crowd, chewing happily.

"Delicious!"

Before it was too late, Griffith took out two grenades and threw them on the ground.With the fragments, impact and glare of the explosion, the mighty War Knight, Hand of God, Banner Captain of Byelan, High Lord of the Confederacy burst out of the crowd and galloped forward.

He ran in front, and the densely packed withered ones chased after him.Prey and hordes of hunters passed through the deep tunnels, joined by countless withered along the way.They were originally integrated with the environment like murals and vines, but at this moment they are like locusts awakening in spring, chasing after them in groups and densely packed.

Griffith was chased with nowhere to escape, so he gritted his teeth and jumped into a river.

"Plop plop!"

There was the sound of dumpling falling into the water from behind, and the dark Withered also jumped into the river.

(End of this chapter)