Blood tax

Chapter 301 My Journey That Seems Like a Coincidence and Adventure Was Predetermined at the Beginning

"Lion, quickly count the losses and bring back all the wounded!
"Nona, organize the attack and take advantage of the situation to tear through their defense.

"Captives, take some prisoners for me!"

Griffith wiped off the blood and mud all over his face, and commanded the whole army to expand the results of the battle.

To the west and north of Pierafon there was an impenetrable stream and cliffs, and to the east and south the plains were blocked by the confederated armies of the Clans.According to a small amount of intelligence and pre-war reconnaissance, their strength should exceed [-].

The raid launched on the eve of the early morning broke through the defenses, and all the orc forces attacked by the Storm Squadron collapsed.When Berthier's infantry came up, the last stubborn enemy was quickly wiped out.

But the number of enemies wiped out is definitely wrong.Fighting this way, at most only half of the orc army was defeated and wiped out.

It's not over.Griffith thought that he still wanted to rescue the saint, and then investigated the conspiracy behind it, what attracted the orcs to send out such an army to carry out the surprise mission before the war.

It was not uncommon for the remaining orc armies to flee under the sudden blow.The defense line of the double wall collapsed so quickly, a rational commander should be able to realize that there is a huge gap in strength between the two sides, and it is impossible to complete the combat mission of encircling and suppressing the saint.

However, that doesn't have to be the case.There is always one general in ten who will fight back in desperate situations and stick to his duty until the last moment.

"Captain! Captain!" Kallen suddenly ran over. She brought two soldiers and carried a girl with messy hair on her back. "In the town..."

"Quiet." Griffith shouted, and then asked them to come over and ask.

As soon as the soldiers put down the girl on their backs, Griffith discovered that it was Lansada.She was pale and had several wounds on her body.Seeing the quasi-knight approaching, she struggled to get up to speak, but couldn't stand up.

Griffith had a bad thought and asked in a low voice:
"The soldiers in the town broke out when we attacked?"

"Yes, it is."

Lansada nodded anxiously, trying to complete the sentence.

"Then they were counterattacked by the orcs and defeated?" Griffith's heart tightened. "The town's defense line was breached."

"Saint, captain," Lansada gasped, grabbing the quasi-knight's hand, "the orcs rushed into the town."

This is often the case in besieged towns.The defenders were able to hold out at first, able to withstand overwhelming attacks, able to endure hunger and thirst.However, once the reinforcements appeared, the suffering soldiers would break out like crazy, even if they joined the reinforcements a second earlier.

At this time, the experienced siege commander will catch the fighter.As long as half of the breakouts are released, and then concentrate their strength to attack the flanks, the army that was as strong as steel before the breakout will disintegrate, those who escape will go straight to the reinforcements, and the rest will be a mess.

Griffith nodded, got up and said, "Nona, tell Berthier to lead the infantry to attack the town in formation. Don't rush into the town, just oppress them. Dedius' squadron defends the line of defense. After the storm squadron gathers, it will stand by."

"Shouldn't we attack with all our strength?" Both Ace and Joshua, believers of the Holy Light, panicked, "The saint is in danger."

"Execute the order." Griffith shouted.

He turned around and took Hanguang Perseverance in his hand: "I'll come when I go."

……

It's like a dream here.

In the burning town, there are human and orc corpses lying on the roadside.The brutal battle had just ended, and the blood that flowed hadn't even solidified yet.

Pierre Feng, why did the generals of the defending army retreat talking to themselves?Why can the clan alliance fight to this extent?
This town is not a big strategic place; the army here is nothing more than a militia.Is the Saintess of Anjou so important to the enemy that it must be eliminated?
Griffith was seized by an ominous premonition.He wanted to leave, but his body was driven forward by unspeakable excitement.A trembling thought was urging him - go, go there!
He walked through the ruins, and there were only a few orc soldiers left.They left the terrified women and children behind, without massacring or establishing a defense line, and went straight to the north of the town, turning a blind eye to the human reinforcements coming from the south.

Extremely dangerous thoughts lingered in Griffith's mind.His whole body was shaking, and chaotic and unreasonable thoughts gushed out.

The wounded orc jumped up from the corpse and stabbed with a sharp knife.The blade snapped against the breastplate, and Griffith cut him down with a swing of his sword.The second orc jumped from the balcony above his head, swung his hammer and smashed it violently. Griffith raised his hand and directly ripped open the enemy's stomach.

He bent down like a beast, his legs gathered momentum, and he rushed out like a thunderbolt.The orcs blocking him were torn apart by the sword light.

A mountain monster appeared in front of him, holding up a big stick made of a tree trunk and swinging it.The quasi-knight jumped onto the tree trunk with a light leap, turned into a gust of wind and rushed towards the face of the mountain monster, splitting his head with a sword.

As soon as he landed, he turned around and grabbed the lying body of the mountain monster and pulled it.Densely packed spears pierce the tough thick hide.Before the spearmen launched their second round of attacks, Griffith had already thrown a round shield at them, and he himself flew into the crowd.

As if driven by fate, he rushed into the ranks of orcs, cut off their torsos, and set off a bloodbath.The number of soldiers who died in his hands was countless. When the holy sword was stuck in the flesh and couldn't be pulled out, he would fight with a mace and dagger, or directly wring the enemy's neck.His strength seemed to be endless and inexplicable, as if he wanted to drain every bit of potential in his life, exhausting his life to complete an unimaginable task.

To the north of the town, near the cliffs and streams, a maiden was fighting an orc warrior.

She was wearing a silver winged helmet, her face could not be seen clearly, her silver breastplate was blurred by blood, and the long silver sword in her hand was as bright as the stars on a summer night.

The orcs fighting the girl were dressed in general's attire.He was strong, middle-aged, but very majestic and majestic.He doesn't defend at all, launching a deadly attack with the courage to face the abyss.There was an old wound on his left face from top to bottom, and a new cut was split from left to right. The wound made his face look even more hideous.

Isn't this the scene in my dream!Why?Griffith was stunned.A most unlikely explanation emerged in his mind, somehow connecting many memories from the past.

The orc general and the girl were surrounded by dense corpses.The orcs and militiamen fought to the last moment, and even the corpses were still biting each other.

"The ancestral spirits are above! The time of destiny has come!"

The orc general growled loudly.He took the wine bag from his waist and drank heavily, his whole body was as red as a branding iron immediately, and his momentum and figure exploded.As a commander, he has entered a state of berserk regardless of friend or foe, and has begun to overdraw his strength at the cost of sacrificing sanity and lifespan.

As soon as this berserk force emerged, the scorching battle situation began to disintegrate.The girl who was fighting the orc was knocked off her sword, then kicked and flew away, rolling straight towards the cliff.

The orc caught up with strides, and stomped on the tumbling figure.

"Bah!"

Suddenly, a spear pierced his chest.The violent orc suddenly stopped.He lowered his head to look at the spear protruding from his chest.

"Do not--!"

The orc let out a desperate and angry roar, and rushed towards the girl desperately.A second shot followed, piercing his thigh and pinning him to the ground.

Griffith came from behind, grabbed the throwing spear picked up from the ground and raised his hand, and the third armor-piercing throwing spear roared out.This shot penetrated the orc's waist and abdomen, annihilating his unwilling roar.

He rushed to the girl's side.The girl was found struggling to get up.The light blond hair is scattered on the shoulders, the exquisite breastplate outlines the slender waist, and the torn skirt between the armor and the greaves reveals the long white legs.

Before he could ask, a desperate momentum suddenly enveloped the sky.

The orc general who was hit by three heavy armor-piercing spears let out a low growl unwillingly.His whole body was trembling, and he raised his fist towards the sky, and his already very burly and amazing body became stronger and swollen.

"Enemies on the other side of the starry sky, look out,"

"Orcs, never slaves!"

Griffith, who was standing on the edge of the cliff, hurriedly grabbed the girl, turned around and hid under the cliff.The earth-shattering explosion shattered the houses and rocks on the cliff into fly ash, and the overwhelming shock wave swept over, blowing the fallen two people away.

……

The cold stream made Griffith tremble, he struggled to get up and found himself on the bank of the stream.He looked up and looked around, and found that the cliffs of Pierre, the smoke and the town were far away.

The bloodstains melted in the water waves, and in the rustling autumn wind, the silent call could be heard clearly.

He seemed to be in a dream.The familiar breath that shouldn't appear is right in front of his eyes.She is getting up from the stream.When she took off her shattered silver helmet, her long golden hair fell over her shoulders, eclipsing the morning light.

No, it's not...how could it be, this is the case...

Griffith reached out to hold Hanguang, but the holy sword had long since disappeared; when he went to grasp the crime, the flintlock had also been lost.He threw away the suffocating helmet, struggled to his feet, and staggered forward.

Sensing the sound of footsteps and water, the girl turned towards him.Those blue eyes were exactly the same as in memory.The flame of life was once extinguished before his eyes, but at this moment it is so vigorous and joyful.

When she saw the knight approaching her side, surprise and panic flashed by, crystal teardrops hung on her delicate cheeks like jewels connected together, eyes full of memories and warmth filled the world.

He felt that his heart was tightly clenched, and thousands of words had blocked his heart.

It turned out that this is the case.

The tragedy of Neopolis, the chaos of Verona, the death of Revan, are all these supposed to bring you back to this world?It was you who was resurrected at the cost of tens of thousands of people...

My blood and fighting, the fighting of orcs, turned out to be to prevent your return.The continuation of this absurd drama, which is like a joke, is afraid of an even more tragic future.

So it turns out that my journey, which seems to be a coincidence and an adventure, was predetermined at the very beginning.

O detestable God, dare to fool us like this.

I, must, stop, before the evil plot becomes a reality, I can stop.Griffith walked through streams and blood, his mind overwhelmed by a reality beyond the wildest dreams.The last sense of responsibility was telling him to order him—stretch out your hand, grab that slender throat, hold it tightly, here, end the tragedy.

Griffith came to the girl, pushed her down in the shallow water, rode up and grabbed her throat tightly, using all his strength.

She looked up quietly, her pure and flawless eyes accepted her own destiny calmly.She knew she shouldn't have done this, but she burst into tears, stroking the boy's cheek with her slender hands, wiping away the broken tears:
"Griffith, I, I miss you so much."

Griffith trembled from the depths of his soul, and the hands holding his throat lost all strength.

Ah, this, how can this work...

　Although Christa's character map is not perfect, it is currently the most completed among the four, and it is not known how much higher than Elf and Xiaoyugan
　　
　
(End of this chapter)