"What about the number?" Griffith asked hastily.

"Four heads are in front and three heads are behind."

"If the other party launches an attack and it is not a strong enemy we can deal with, you continue to run, and I will come to the rear," Griffith quickly made a decision, "Ophelia, you are in command, no matter what happens, you must Take everyone to the direction of the Watch Fort, even if you take a step closer, you will be safe."

"You can't stand it alone for long," Midemiya immediately objected, "I'll be with you."

"No, that's just implicated one more person," Griffith shook his head, "and it's easy for me to get out by myself."

"If you die immediately, you won't be able to stop the enemy," Midemiya and Murat objected together, "The Queen is not sending her to death!"

"Woo-!"

There was a creepy cry in the darkness, and one by one black-gray shadows appeared on the right side of the team, jumping and attacking quickly.

"Magic wolf!?" Ophelia's face turned pale, not knowing whether it was because of too much blood loss or fear, "It's a pack of wolves!"

Without waiting for the team to react, four huge monsters rushed out of the darkness. They were as large as bears, with wolf-like beaks and pointed ears, and serrated fangs hung with flesh. Riding on the ground in the rugged woodlands, it rushed towards the human ranks.

They are not the extraordinary creatures listed in the general education textbook, but the strange power of mutation and the inherent size advantage of the race far surpass those of humans.

"Prepare to fight!" shouted Griffith. "Prepare to shoot!"

It is too late to separate the power behind the palace. He and the Cytolars quickly concentrated on the right flank, lined up in two rows to protect the girls and the wounded behind them, and raised their guns together.

"volley!"

Griffith aimed at a huge shadow dancing in the darkness, and threw the silver spear with all his strength in his right hand like a shooting star.

Heavy armor-piercing spears whizzed past, setting off a blood fog of death. The two demon wolves in the front were hit with several spears, and immediately rolled down in a cloud of smoke.

The three demon wolves behind immediately filled the space, and the wolves pressed down in a straight line.

They're going to charge! It's over, we didn't reject the carbine!

"Meet the enemy!" The Shutorals lined up side by side and raised their shields towards the monster.

"Shutoral, our honor is loyalty!"

Griffith shouted a battle cry, but a series of screams sounded beside him.

"Wow!"

The momentum of the Demon Wolf's charge was astonishing. Countless times, the formation of Shutoral, who had rammed into the enemy, was slammed head-on, the shield wall was instantly shattered, and several people were knocked out on the spot.

The lineup of apprentice knights was knocked into pieces in an instant, and nearly a third of them fell to the ground.

Sonia and the girls curled up on the ground, watching the terrifying huge black shadow wreaking havoc around them, with the roar and screams of Shutoral in their ears.

There was a brief melee in the forest, Griffith wielding a long sword and shield and fighting a demon wolf. The strength of the enemy is far higher than Griffith, and even if he is fully armed, the apprentice knight still feels that he is not the opponent of this monster.

The formation was already in a mess, and the long sword could not seriously damage the tough fur of the devil wolf.

Griffith cried out in regret. If it wasn't to protect the girls behind him, Shutoral wouldn't subconsciously form a dense formation to face the enemy. It is the most correct way of fighting to split into multiple three-person teams, and at least some people must be scattered. Once the armor-piercing spear hits, it is enough to kill these monsters.

However, when the incident happened suddenly, everyone didn't react, especially Griffith didn't react. He subconsciously used a dense formation to fight, and then was attacked by the devil wolf.

After a frontal charge, although the rest of the people were still sticking to their posts,But the fight has become desperate resistance.

The wolves came and went in a hurry, they pierced through the front line of Thutoral, and galloped away after a brief confrontation. Although they did not capture the prisoners after breaking through the formation of the apprentice knights, they were almost unscathed when they broke through.

The magic wolf did not fight in close quarters, but accelerated to open up the distance and regrouped in the distance. With such a big advantage, they have to rush again! Where did you learn this trick! Shameless!

what to do? Griffith looked around anxiously, and saw a small road surrounded by low hills and rocks not far from the northeast. It should be possible to escape the Whispering Forest in that direction, and it was better than standing still.

"Everyone retreat, enter the narrow passage to the northeast, and take up positions there!" Griffith shouted. But the scene was out of control. Midianmaia was in a hurry to rescue Ophelia, who had been knocked away, while Murat and several others picked up pieces of bent shields in desperation.

The organization of Griffith's battle group has been wiped out.

"Everyone retreat!" In the chaotic crowd, Sonia's clear voice suddenly sounded, "I want to freeze the actions of these monsters, everyone runs towards the narrow road in the northeast!"

No one responded, everyone who suffered a round of charges was panicked, and those who were not panicked were already preparing for the final fight.

"As a former commissar of the enemy, I ordered the wounded to retreat to the narrow passage in the northeast, and I came to the rear of the palace," Sonia's always soft voice became severe, "This is Sonia de Larmor's decision, Excuting an order!"

In fact, the former enemy committee members have no power to order, and they must make decisions collectively. However, no one at the scene cares about this. Those who could still fight carried the wounded on their backs and ran together toward the narrow forest passage not far away.

The wolves were whistling, and they found that the human formation had collapsed and immediately chased after them. Sonia retreated to the entrance of the narrow passage, closed her eyes, waved her wand and began to concentrate on singing.

"Expand Frost Configuration 6; Shape, Spike;

"Expand Storm Configuration 2: Gather, Catharsis."

The last spell cast in a row will almost certainly fail due to the cooldown rules, or even both. But Sonia was still chant.

While there is nothing I can do about the higher frost enchantments, overlapping enchantments can simulate a similar effect. My chanting this time will definitely have the effect of double casting, I'm sure of that. If it fails, it doesn't matter. So, what's the hesitation?

Goddess in charge of good fortune, please bless me! Sonia's bright eyes suddenly opened, bursting with particle-like bright light.

"I am a magician of mysterious elegance and inviolability, tremble under my majesty!"

Her wand shone brightly,

"Twin Magic Spells, Mimic (), Extreme Cold - Blizzard!"

The dark jungle made a tearing sound, and the howling north wind swept up the ice that filled the sky, wreaking havoc with Sonya's position as the core. She bet on luck with her spellcasting success.

The two frontmost ends of the charging wolves were immediately swept in by the ice that was like three thousand sharp blades, tearing the fur and breaking the bones, and were thrown far away from the core of the ice storm in the wailing sound. Their kind stopped in horror.

The classmates who had just escaped into the narrow alley looked back in panic and ran away.

This is a blizzard that can only be created by high-level mages. Although I don’t know how Sonia did it, she must not be able to move during this period. She must continue to inject mental energy to maintain the terrifying ice storm. Reciprocal of the unit.

High winds and ice crystals roared with Sonya at the center. Soon, her chants became increasingly rapid and weak, as if she would faint at any moment.

Talent and hard work can't change the disadvantage of the sequence level. Before Sonia was promoted to the Sequence 8 Loremaster, her mental strength was not enough to support long-term singing or multiple consecutive spells.

Her remaining fight time is measured in seconds.

Hold on a little longer...Sonia struggled desperately to maintain consciousness, but her brain gradually became blurred.

Ah~ it's already midnight at this time. Mom and Dad should have just returned from the banquet, and my brother must have sneaked out again. They don't come to see me either.

In these last moments, Sonia thought of her family. However, although she misses them very much, what she is more concerned about at this moment is that once the guidance is stopped, the curse that hinders the movement of the demon wolf will end.

Before she lost consciousness, Sonia wanted to let everyone escape as far as possible. As for what's going to happen after that... it doesn't make much difference to me anyway.

The last curse of life is a great success, it's still very good!

...

"Crack!" A firm big hand clapped on Sonia's shoulder, hitting the weak girl so staggered that she almost fell to the ground. The spell came to an abrupt end, and Sonia found herself pushed beside a big tree, with a broad back standing in front of her.

"Griffith?"

"It's almost like this, everyone has run away, it's their problem to run too far," Griffith held a sword and shield in front of Sonia, "then we have to think about how to make the two of us stick to it. "

"How did you get here? Why didn't you get hurt by the storm?"

"I'm right behind you," Griffith pointed to a dry patch of land on the ground. "Your storm center isn't affected."

what! I didn't notice. Sonia sighed, rubbed her forehead and said reproachfully, "I didn't say it, hey, forget it..."

We won’t be able to hold on for long, we can’t stop the attack of the devil wolves. Although they are not extraordinary creatures, they have already crushed human beings just by physical strength and madness… Sonia bit her lip lightly, but she didn’t know what to say. Where to start.

In front of the two of them, three burly and terrifying demon wolves approached immediately after singing. Their movements are vigorous and agile, and even if they are corrupt, they still have the grace and pride of a superior predator.

"I, my mental strength is about to run out," Sonia tried hard not to faint. "It's useless to drink the vitality potion again. It's not long after drinking it, and it needs to be cooled down."

"I know," Griffith said calmly, "hide behind me, and I will carry out my mission until the very last moment."

In fact, hiding is useless. Griffith may be able to hold on for a while, but as long as the magic wolf charges, I can count down to myself.

But, now that he's here, there are two last options. Is all this by fate?

Sonia gasped softly, as if she had made up her mind. She approached the apprentice knight's side and put her hand on his arm:

"Griffith, it's time for a decision."

Her golden hair was blown away by the wind and draped over her shoulders, and her azure blue eyes were shrouded in exhaustion, but she did not flinch.

Griffith seems to have an illusion, he has seen this situation.

The devil wolf charges, and the final battle is coming.

Griffith's eyes were wide open, and he hurriedly turned forward. He wanted to see his end with his own eyes, to see which monster killed him.

Suddenly, he heard clear and sweet words coming from behind him, reaching his heart.

"God of Contracts and Notaries,

"The guardian of order,

"The witnesses of the eternal balance,

"I pray for your hearing and response, please bear witness to our oath!"

Sonia, whose mental power was almost dry, broke off the golden bracelet on her wrist. Invisible elements and breath suddenly surged in the air, and the spiritual energy echoed in Griffith's heart.

He didn't seem to be able to hear Sonia's voice without his ears.

"Griffith Brandon, from now on,

"Your sword is with me, your destiny is with me,

"May the sacred covenant link our souls!"

This is a soul contract, and in a moment of despair, Sonia prays to the gods to establish her soul contract with Griffith, and is waiting for his response.

The wolf's claws had already slammed into Griffith's face, but a faint golden halo appeared around him and Sonya, and even the claws that could shred steel could not break through. The powerful mutant creature bounced back with a thud. It was startled, and immediately jumped back and dodged.

This is a contract that is being made by the gods, and there is no room for ordinary people to interfere!

"I accept, Sonia de Larmor," Griffith responded inwardly, and immediately realized that a part of his psionic power was being extracted to the girl, supplementing her strength.

At the same time, Griffith received some knowledge he didn't know.

When he and Sonia are within 1 km of each other, neither of them will die immediately even if they are fatally wounded. As long as the other is still alive, the contract will create a shield of high priority. the life of the wounded and save him from harm; the indentured who is sheltered will slowly recover from his wounds.

In addition, through a certain physical contact, anyone who makes a contract can take the initiative to extract the other party's psionic energy to supplement themselves, or to supplement the other party's psychic energy.

This is an extremely rare high-level contract, which is simple and powerful. But it can only be done if both parties have a deep trust in each other and pray to the God of Covenant and get His gaze.

"Then, at this point, the contract has been completed." Sonia responded. Her eyes were bright, and she fearlessly welcomed what was to come.

The pale golden shield protecting the two disappeared.

Griffith stepped forward with his sword. Although the strength has not increased, the fighting spirit has already boiled. He seemed to stand under the eagle flag again, fearless, and his mind had never been so clear.

Sonia has stopped the extraction of his psionic power, and only maintains the minimum requirements. But even so, she can cast another small spell and mobilize the accessories on her body, and this time the battle will not be as helpless as before.

"Griffith, my knight," the girl bent over and tore her long slim skirt around her waist, "please fight without reservation and without any scruples!

"Show me, to this world, your true power!"