He knows my whereabouts like the back of his hand."

At this moment, a heartbreaking moan interrupted the conversation between the two. All the people resting in the living room woke up.

A strange sound came from the throat of the boxer girl Ulan. Then she stood up and staggered towards the door, muttering unidentifiable words.

"Ulan, what's wrong?" the trainee nun asked in panic. Then, she saw her companion began to frantically push open the table and cabinet blocking the door.

"Stop her!" Mr. Isis reacted and shouted in panic, "She is going to put the living corpse in!"

Galadia opened her powerful bow like lightning, pointing the arrow at the crazy Ulan.

"Stop!" Sister Pacifica was shocked and hurriedly stood beside her companions. "What are you doing? Stop it!"

The village chief and the villagers were shocked. They woke up from their groggy sleep just now and saw such a scene. They didn't know what to do for a while.

"Bang!"

Sharp arrows are shot from the strong bow. At such a distance, even if someone blocks it, it cannot hinder the elf's shooting skills.

Galadia penetrated Ulan's shoulder, causing her to stumble and fall to the ground.

"No!" Seeing that her companion was injured, the novice nun screamed and hit the elf with the wooden stick in her hand.

Before she could swing her wooden staff down, a strong hand had already grabbed her wrist and easily knocked her unconscious.

At this moment, there were dense scratching sounds outside the house. Hundreds of living corpses let out low and terrifying roars and began to attack the doors, windows and walls of the big house.

"They're out there!"

"They're coming in!"

The frightened villagers let out miserable screams and ran towards the elf who looked the most powerful. In the chaos, Griffith suddenly changed his direction and rushed towards Isis in the crowd.

"Wow!" The mage apprentice shouted and was knocked away, hitting the wall behind him heavily.

Before the village chief and others could ask what was going on, Griffith's big iron-clad hands had already picked up the thin Isis and strangled him by the throat.

"Should I break your neck, or should you stop the living corpses outside," the trainee knight asked coldly.

"You, what did you say? I don't understand?" Isis slapped and grabbed his arm and struggled desperately.

"It was you who deliberately asked for reinforcements on the only way to disperse the support force and lure some of the reinforcements to the trap," Griffith said quickly, "Goblins and living zombies are not powerful. Between organized adventurers and

There was no chance before the villagers.

"You know the exact location of Galadia, which is why the zombies are besieging this place. She is your prey."

"Isn't it that boxer?" Isis shouted, "She wants to let those monsters in."

"Maybe, you are all suspected," Griffith's razor-sharp eyes flashed with a trace of cruelty, "Kill you all, then there will be no problem."

"..."

A trace of ferocity suddenly flashed in the eyes of Isis, who was struggling crazily. He grabbed something in his right hand and stabbed Griffith's arm.

"Bang!"

A sharp arrow shot through his wrist and was nailed to the wall. A knife coated with green liquid fell out of Isis' hand.

The living corpse outside the house has almost torn down the wooden door and small window, and its rotten and rotten arms have got into the cracked gaps.

"For the last time, stop the living corpse." Griffith said coldly, the hand locking Isis's throat could break his neck at any time.

The pale mage apprentice's mouth suddenly turned up. Then, he bit something hard and chewed it.

"Don't let him take poison!" Galadia reacted immediately.

Griffith grabbed Isis' chin and twisted it with lightning speed. The mage apprentice screamed and his jaw was dislocated.

Spies and conspirators of all races have the habit of hiding poison in their teeth. When they are caught, they only need to bite a false tooth hard, and the deadly poison will save them from the subsequent pain.

As a member of the Eastern Legion, Griffith has participated in the capture and interrogation of spies many times. Breaking their jaws is the only effective way. However, having rich experience does not mean that he can be in time every time.

Isis's face suddenly turned purple, and foam poured out of the corners of his mouth. His poison was so deadly that it took effect in an instant.

Galadia rushed over, checked the situation of the mage apprentice, and gave Griffith a regretful look.
Chapter completed!