Blood tax

Suddenly, the monster that was chasing after him like a gangrene retreated, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, accompanied by desperate ravings.

What's going on... Griffith, who was exhausted, stopped and looked around.At this time, he was still in the sewer, but the broken pipe wall and huge gaps still allowed him to see the outside scene clearly.

The sky was slightly brighter, and a thin blue light cut through the darkness, illuminating nearby buildings and woodland.The green moon has receded, and the pursuit of the whole night has finally come to an end.

Unknowingly, Griffith has already passed through the weird forest on the edge of Canaan, and in front of him is the majestic and gorgeous architectural complex of Canaan City.

A small stream ran nearby, and the choking stench of decay was gone, replaced by a limpid coolness.

Griffith hurried over, washed his body and equipment by the stream, and then treated the wound.Without support staff, the entire Canaan is a dangerous enemy territory for Griffith.However, this journey is not without meaning.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would believe that the darkness of Canaan was full of monsters!
Griffith treated the injury quickly, then took a few biscuits and chewed them as he walked.He is an extraordinary person, and it will be a matter of time before Canaan officials discover his powerful psychic ripples, and sooner or later there will be pursuers.

After walking two miles along the creek, he found a tunnel near the outskirts of the city.

This tunnel leads to the creek, but it is relatively clean and does not have much smell.After walking along the path at the edge of the tunnel for a while, the space suddenly opened up.Many simple and neat huts cling to the rock walls of the underground tunnels like beehives, and simple bridges cross the water and connect the narrow roads like cobwebs.

Here it is, the human settlements of Canaan!
The sky here is the ground of Canaan, and the humid air made a layer of light green moss grow there, making it look very low and depressing.However, compared to the suffocating chase last night, Griffith still felt much more relaxed.

As long as there are people, it is possible to find Confederate informants, at least manpower and intelligence.

Griffith let go of his psionic energy and sensed the nearby breath.There was no movement in the nearby huts, but, farther away, there was a large group of people.

He immediately pulled himself together and calmly approached the past.As a knight who is in the company of war, his every move has been condensed into an extraordinary calm and capable, every movement, every movement is natural and smooth, and he can enter the fighting state at any time .

"Swish."

There were bursts of soft noises in the alley. This voice was clearly a resident with a family, who was about to come out from the corner in front.

Griffith immediately stopped in his tracks, put on his helmet, pressed his two swords in a place with a good view, and stared ahead vigilantly.

"Ah--!"

The first one to come out of the corner was a middle-aged man.He was carrying a medium-sized package and was leading an axe, followed by many people, old and young.

They were as fearful as a nest of rabbits, taking every step carefully, but their clothes were neat, their skin was rosy, and their complexion was pretty good.

"Who?" The man immediately raised the ax in his hand.The residents behind shrank back in a "bass".

His answer was a roar like a giant beast, and the crimson blood spread like alive.The air became so cold that the breath would freeze into ice.The human residents of Canaan only felt that their backs were weak, their legs were shaking, and every cell in their bodies was screaming to escape.

"Daddy~" A five or six-year-old girl hugged the man's thigh on the spot, and the others yelled together, turned around and ran away.

They were carrying big bags and small bags, pushing and shoving each other, and their escape turned into a stampede in an instant, rolling into a ball in the alley.

"Stop." Griffith shouted.

The crowd stopped suddenly like a clockwork toy.They stopped running, and each one opened their mouths, and the screams of fear were stuffed in their throats.

"Stay away and do your business." Griffith took a step forward.His order made everyone feel amnesty, and they slowly stood up from the trampled crowd.

He went straight to the frightened man:
"Find me a place to sit."

How dare a middle-aged man refuse to obey.He turned around and gave some instructions to the others, pulled his daughter, and asked Griffith to walk aside.

They entered a hut, and the man immediately closed the door.

"Rilla, quickly make tea for this lord," the man whispered, and respectfully asked Griffith to sit on the best chair. "Your Excellency, aren't you the great lord of the Confederacy?"

Great lord?What kind of saying is this...Griffith thought about his title within the Confederacy as "Blood Lord", guessing it meant something.

Griffith nodded slightly.

This weakened the cold killing intent a bit, and the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm looking forward to you!"

Oh?Griffith took the tea from the little girl and motioned the man to continue talking.

"I'm the secretary of the District People's Committee here, and I'm in charge of mass work in several blocks," the man rubbed his hands, half-bent, and said quickly and cautiously, "The task given to us by the Confederacy is to mobilize the masses in this area to respond The main force! If someone like you comes, we will do our best to provide you with convenience!"

Griffith had an inexplicable heartbeat, and the strange naming was probably Roland's idea, and a strange familiar feeling rose from his heart.

"How long have you been here?" Griffith pointed to the low stool beside him, "Sit down."

"Nine years, great lord!" The middle-aged man hastily moved half of his buttocks to sit down, and then shouted to his daughter, "Look at the door!"

The little girl who was hiding by the cupboard and watched ran away with a sharp sound.The moment she turned around, Griffith noticed a shadow of a tail under the off-white dress.

"Nine years~" The man was a little melancholy, "I said earlier that I could return to Qiming County in three years, but after three years and three years later, I started a family here, my daughter is six years old, comrades are coming more and more. More and more, the organization did not issue an order to evacuate.

"The situation here is getting worse and worse. The infected residents have begun to transform into withered ones, wandering in the underground magic corridor with those fallen elves, and attacking outside abnormally."

What withered?What magic corridor?The elves have fallen?Hell, I don't know anything.

Griffith panicked for a moment.The development of the situation in Canaan exceeded his expectations.

"Your Excellency, you may not know," the middle-aged man continued, "most of the comrades we sent back to deliver information died. There are some strange things squatting in the edge.

"Qiming County doesn't understand the situation at all, and keeps sending us more manpower, but they don't know the most critical front-line intelligence."

"What's going on?" Griffith asked, "Why can people come in but not get out?"

"The comrades who can come in alive are all through the immigration channel and entered as laborers after being registered," the man replied, "However, Canaan has not let people out since the beginning of the year. If you want to go, you can only go through the forest. My lord, you How did you get in?"

"Through the forest."

"It's really you!" The man patted his thigh, "We organized people to investigate a few times, and those who escaped said that it was no longer the same as the Magic Corridor and the nebula temple in the center of Canaan. Belong to reality!

"It's full of monsters," Griffith said. "It's very dangerous."

"My lord, you came all the way in!?"

"Yes, what?"

As soon as Griffith spoke, he saw the middle-aged man fall to the ground, trembling like worshiping a god.

"Only a powerful existence like you can kill the weirdness of the edge!"

Okay, okay... Roland, you bastard, you don't know anything... Griffith shook his head helplessly.

"My lord, if you want to go to the hinterland of Canaan, be careful!" The man continued, "These places are not only full of monsters, but also crazy enough to break one's reason!"

"What crazy?"

"Those pointed ears, the treasures and forbidden books they searched for more than a dozen centuries were all stored under the Nebula Temple. Later, I don't know what happened, all these things came back to life!

"Every night, they will drill out of the ground, whisper in their ears, and play games with creatures - guessing riddles, dancing and so on. As long as their wishes are not fulfilled, countless monsters will crawl out and tear people apart !
"It's all about this year!"

That's it, no wonder there were so many monsters last night... Griffith understood.

"My lord, even you cannot be careless, Your Excellency the great lord who possesses supreme power.

"It is said that some monsters are particularly strong, and as time goes by, weaker monsters will come out if they don't shred the enemy!
"Their strength is not pure strength. Our best investigators say that it is a kind of rule."

I understand... Griffith nodded, stood up and said:

"I can't stay in one place for too long. You have to find a place to hide and be safe."

"Obey, your orders are our actions."

"How many comrades do you have?"

"Our comrades are too many to count! But the city... is full of mutations, and the living people will go crazy if they stay for a long time, or they will become monsters!" The man replied, his face became terrified "and , Recently, the pointy ears have been stricter in their inspections, but any living person who appears in sight, as long as they don't have a special ID card, will be killed. Many comrades have died.

"My lord, if you want, we can arrange for you to disguise yourself as a special laborer. However, it is really dangerous."

"Very good, get ready now!"

One more identity to be prepared, let’s talk about whether to go or not... Griffith pondered for a moment, and asked, "Do you know why the elves are so strict?"

"Only a few words," the middle-aged man lowered his voice, as if there were spies lurking at the door, "those cities and palaces with sharp ears have become like tombs. However, whenever the night is clear, the sound of clinking cups still echoes in the In the cool air, the most magnificent mansion opened its doors to welcome a feast.

"We heard...

"The princess with the pointy ears is back and turned into a monster.

"She wanders at night."