Ophelia calmed down, pulled out an arrow engraved with flaming magic patterns from her quiver, bent her bow and shot it into the mouth of the giant rat. After shooting the arrow, Ophelia held her head in both hands and stood on the spot.

roll.

"spread!"

Before anyone else could react, the giant rat's mouth exploded with a "boom". The sharp fangs mixed with flesh and blood flew everywhere, and a large piece of the city defense army that could not dodge fell on the spot.

"Kill it!" Murat was closest to the monster, but miraculously he stood up first. He looked at the sticky flesh and broken teeth all over his body, drew out his sword and pointed it at the still twitching monster.

The rat struck with a sword.

"Huh~ The fur of this thing is good," Murat turned the long sword inserted into the giant rat's head, "Hey! Griffith, are you still alive? Move if you are alive."

"I, I finally returned to the capital of the world alive..." Ophelia stood up from the sewage and flesh and blood in embarrassment, and wiped her faceplate that was smeared with something unknown, "I didn't do it for

Fighting such a bad fight!"

Before the other Shutoral could laugh out loud, the belly of the dead giant rat suddenly began to squirm violently, as if a naughty child was hiding under the quilt and crawling around.

"Mura! Get out of the way!"

The giant rat's belly exploded, and countless rats of all sizes flew out from inside. Each of them stared at the scarlet eyes and pounced towards the people present.

Screams and roars suddenly broke out, and all the Shutoral who were still able to stand wildly waved their weapons and struck at the black rats that were pouring out.

"Bang!" The first little mouse that was killed exploded, and a cloud of white cold air came out. The surrounding sewage was immediately frozen into hard ice. The densely packed little mice exploded into white ice piece by piece.

fog.

"Oops! Oh no!" Ophelia watched as a cloud of ice mist exploded and stuck in the gap in her faceplate, blocking her sight. Then, she lost consciousness before she understood what happened.

…

One after another, the injured were carried out of the sewer on stretchers.

Whether it was Shutoral or the city defenders, their clothes and armor were covered with thick layers of blood, flesh and mud, and these dirty things were frozen and stuck to their bodies.

"Five Scitorals were injured, one of the twenty-five city defense troops was killed, and thirteen were injured." The on-site commander Cody reported to Chief Heinz with a black line on his face, "I'm sorry, although the Baron was rescued.

Husband and wife, but your Excellency's Shutoral elites are also allowed to fight such a bad battle."

"They suffered a loss but are all alive," Cavalry Commander Heinz Wilhelm opened his hands, "Don't talk nonsense, send your city defense troops down quickly, and be sure to catch this damn mage."

Not far away from them, the messy Ophelia limped towards the pool on the far corner of the street. A city defense soldier on guard tried to come up to help her, but was refused.

"How is the injury of the trainee knight?" a medical officer asked this obviously female Shutoral.

Ophelia moved her arms with difficulty, and then pointed to her frozen visor. The doctor frowned and looked at the dirt frozen into ice, shook his head and walked away.

"Hoo~!" Ophelia came to the pool at the corner of the street, picked up a bucket of water and poured it on herself, then turned around and leaned against the corner to rest.

A group of city defense troops ran past her and headed towards the sewer entrance where the battle had just ended.

Ophelia, who looked exhausted both physically and mentally, looked at the soldiers passing by, stood up with difficulty, and walked alone towards the secluded alley.

"Where are you going?" A somewhat familiar silent voice sounded from behind.

Ophelia turned her head and saw Griffith, who was also in a mess, standing not far behind her.

Ophelia spread her hands helplessly and pointed at the visor frozen in ice.

Griffith walked over completely nonchalantly, came to Ophelia's side and continued to move forward with her: "What do you think?

"The fallen mage hiding in the sewers has such a powerful familiar, and he is also very skilled in ice magic. He has such strength, why didn't he cooperate with the Cook gang in using it at the beginning?"

Ophelia seemed unable to answer this question. She just walked in silence. Seeing her silence, Griffith continued:

"Even if he has such strength, there is no chance of him being let go after causing so many casualties to us. The next ones to deal with him are the regular knights and the great knights.

"With the loss of his familiar, his only end is death.

"In that case, why not take advantage of the opportunity to take hostages and break out with the Cook gang while you still have the strength?"

Ophelia stopped where she was and looked up at Griffith who had taken off his helmet.

The nearby residents and city defense troops had gathered at the entrance near the sewer. The two of them just looked at each other in the quiet alley.

Ophelia lowered her head and gently stroked Griffith's dented and damaged breastplate with her right hand, just like a girl touching her boyfriend's strong chest.

"Isn't this good~" Ophelia said in a strange voice, "The old cat has already caught the mouse but refused to eat it, isn't it afraid that the mouse will bite him back?"

White frost spread on Griffith's breastplate wound at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, Griffith grasped "Ophelia's" wrist with lightning speed and flipped it over with a "click".

"Ah!" The female mage wearing Ophelia's armor screamed in a low voice and collapsed to the ground.

Griffith reached out and pulled off the loose iron helmet, looking at the fallen female mage with a face full of pain.

"I'll give you one minute to convince me not to break your neck," Griffith grabbed the female mage's hands, raised them above her head, pinned them to the ground, and pressed his knees against her chest.

The appearance of the female mage being suppressed was beyond Griffith's expectation. Her face was quite round, with short brown hair, her facial features were not beautiful but quite regular, and her sparkling eyes were full of...

There is no sinister aura of learning about ice and black magic.

"Kill me, the lackey of the nobles," the female mage looked at Griffith without fear, "if you kill me, thousands of brave people will stand up and overthrow this chaotic world!

"

"I have no interest in your life. Your mental power is very weak and you are not a professionally trained mage. How did you manage to master both frost magic and demonized giant rats at the same time?" Griffith seemed not to have heard her.

asked the same question.

"..." The female mage was stunned for a moment, "I have a ring that allows me to use low-level ice spells several times every once in a while. The control of the familiar is given by others, and the connection with it is imprinted on my soul.

On the ring... I hung it on my chest with a rope."

Griffith held down the female mage's hand while taking off her armor and groping for you under her clothes.

The female mage turned her head and avoided Griffith's eyes: "This is my only valuable thing. If you take this away, you will let me go, right?"

"I have no interest in your life." Griffith found a pale bone ring from the female mage's body and looked at it curiously. "Let's go, cut off your spiritual connection with this ring, and give up ownership.

Also, tell me the name of the person who gave you the demon."

The bone ring seemed to have an invisible barrier, preventing Griffith's consciousness from reaching it.

"OK."

As soon as he finished speaking, endless murmurs suddenly poured out of the bone ring, wrapping Griffith's brain. The murmurs seemed to be calling for something, but no matter how hard he listened, he couldn't hear it clearly.

A large amount of messy information was tumbling in the trainee knight's head. He didn't even understand what happened before he fell to the ground with a plop and his whole body twitched.

"Bah! Lackey!" The female mage struggled to get out from under Griffith and kicked him hard.

The female mage silently looked at Griffith who was twitching on the ground, and suddenly snatched the ring back from his hand and held it in her palm, saying viciously: "Idiot, after you cancel the connection with me, the will of the Lord of the Rings can crush you.

I won't give it to you, lackey! This is our hope to overthrow the old world. It is our power, my power!

"mine……
Chapter completed!