In the darkness, Gryphine saw the unconscious Freya. She crawled over and nudged the body of the girl from Bucce, whispering her name. But Freya's body was wrapped in thick bandages, which were the handiwork of a woman from a nearby town. This was also the minimum care that the wizards had given them according to Amandina's request.
Gryphine felt that Freya's breathing was very weak and intermittent. She used her cold hand to touch the Knight's forehead, which was boiling hot. Her wound was festering and inflamed. The long and narrow sword wound was close to the lung and the heart. Gryphine's knowledge of natural history and medicine, which she had gained from her royal education, told her that such a wound infection was likely to kill the Valkyrie.
This discovery made Gryphine anxious. She held Freya's hand tightly. The Knight needed a qualified priestess, or at least a priest who could cast healing spells to stabilize her injury. But the people outside might not care about their lives, and the soldiers in the camp were different from the learned wizards. These private soldiers of the nobles who had not received much education were potential dangers.
The wizard who brought them here had warned her not to leave her tent as much as possible, or else she would have to bear the consequences.
In the darkness, Gryphine finally remembered something. Her hand moved down her neck inch by inch, and finally, she touched the pendant of the necklace at her collarbone. Perhaps it was out of confidence, or perhaps it was because they did not care about this' maid 'at all, the wizards did not search her body. They only took away her and Freya's weapons, including the Lionheart Sword.
Gryphine's heart seemed to calm down.
The necklace was her birthday gift. Her father had solemnly given it to her on her seventh birthday. This necklace could save her life in a critical moment. Every member of the royal family had something similar. Haruz had a set of rings with this necklace.
It was also the proof of the two siblings.
Gryphine carefully took the necklace out from under her clothes, held the shiny pendant in her hand, and placed it on Freya's chest. But at this time, a strong wind seemed to have appeared in the forest, and the tent was rustling. Then, there was a chaotic sound of people and horses neighing from the camp, and the noise quickly became one.
Gryphine was shocked and stopped what she was doing. She looked up in the direction of the camp, and the light from the camp seemed to have become brighter, and the sky seemed to be burning.
The noise quickly turned into the sound of fighting. The princess immediately understood that the camp had been attacked, but she was still not sure if the attackers were her allies. But the chaos in front of her made Gryphine's heart skip a beat. She sensed that this might be an opportunity.
But before she could act, there was a sudden sound of disorderly footsteps in the distance, and the sound quickly approached. There was a shout outside the tent, followed by angry scolding, and then the sound of swords clashing, fighting, short screams, and finally the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.
Gryphine's heart was in her mouth for a moment. She was not an ignorant little girl, and of course, she knew what was going on outside. At this time, there was a soft sound, and the tent was opened by a dirty noble swordsman. The man with a fierce face saw the scene in the tent and could not help but whistle. "Oh, there are two beautiful little doe here."
Gryphine's heart sank when she saw the other party's outfit, but she stood up and asked in a low voice, "Who are you?"
"Haha," the noble swordsman looked at Gryphine's body with a greedy gaze. "Who do you think you are, little girl, the princess of Erouine?"
After that, he reached out and grabbed Gryphine's shoulder, and was about to press her to the ground. Princess Gryphine almost forgot to resist due to her shock and anger. With a tearing sound, she felt a cold sensation on her chest. In that instant, the instincts that she had trained for ten years returned to her body. The princess arched her body like a vigorous leopard, lifting her leg to knee the disgusting man in the crotch.
The man let out a low cry from the depths of his throat, and in pain and anger, he wanted to choke Gryphine's neck, but the half-elf girl nimbly took a step back, one hand blocking the wound on her chest, the other hand reaching out to grab the hilt of the sword at the man's waist. She pressed down with her thumb and pulled out the sword.
The noble swordsman did not even have time to react. He instinctively lunged forward, but Princess Gryphine had already stabbed him in the chest with her sword.
The man let out a hoarse wail and looked at her unwillingly before falling heavily to the ground.
The fight in the tent finally attracted the attention of the outside, and the rebel soldiers outside rushed in, cursing, but Gryphine had completely calmed down. She swung her sword to cut down the spears that were coming in from the outside. Then, she stabbed two soldiers in succession. It was only then that the soldiers outside realized that they had not provoked a defenseless doe, but a female leopard that was baring her claws and fangs to hunt.
Finally, after losing two more of their comrades, the disorganized noble private soldiers could not take it anymore. When the first noble private soldier faced Gryphine, he turned around and fled, and the reaction spread like the plague. In an instant, the rebel soldiers had all fled.
At that moment, Gryphine finally could not take it anymore. She looked at the corpses on the ground, and a sense of humiliation and pain welled up in her heart at the same time, causing her to kneel on the ground. This was almost the first time she had personally killed someone, and the blood that stained the ground made her feel nauseous, but she did not know what to do. After killing so many people, those people would not let her go.
She sat for a long time until the surroundings became quiet again, but after a while, Gryphine seemed to have woken up from her blank state. She seemed to feel that the surroundings were a little cold, and she shivered as she crawled to Freya, picked up the female Knight, and opened the pendant, which was a sparkling crystal bottle.
The crystal bottle was filled with blood-red liquid. Gryphine removed the glass stopper and poured a small part of the blood on Freya's chest.
Then she pried open the female Knight's pale lips and poured some of the blood-red liquid inside. Unfortunately, it did not help, and the liquid soon overflowed from the female Knight's mouth and slid down the corner of her mouth.
Gryphine hesitated for a moment, but she suddenly raised the bottle and drank the liquid inside in one gulp. Then she held Freya's face with her hands and resolutely kissed her lips.
In the darkness, Gryphine shyly stuck out her tongue and passed the liquid in her mouth little by little. The two girls' tongues unconsciously intertwined with each other, and such an action made Gryphine's cheeks burn. After a while, she heard the female Knight moan in a low voice.
Gryphine jumped up like a frightened deer. She took a few breaths and turned her head. In the dim light outside, her cheeks were fiery red. Although the other party was just a girl, such a bold action was still somewhat beyond the limit of her imagination.
She touched her face and was stunned for a while before she realized something. She hurriedly looked outside, and except for the scattered spears around the tent, there was no one. There were two corpses in the distance, and they had been dead for a long time. At this time, Gryphine confirmed that something had indeed happened in the direction of the camp. It seemed that some of the nobles' private soldiers had escaped during the chaos.
After confirming this, she hurriedly retreated into the tent, picked up the somewhat heavy female Knight, and then dragged her back with difficulty. The two quickly came to the back of the tent, which was also empty. Obviously, it was their best opportunity to escape.
But when Gryphine carried her female Knight, she subconsciously looked back at the center of the camp, where the flames were soaring and shadows were flickering. She did not know how Amandina was doing now, who the attackers were, would they save Amandina?
But she recalled the moment when Amandina stood up and looked at her with a gentle gaze, and her heart could not help but waver.
Gryphine almost swayed, but she gritted her teeth and quickly ran towards the forest not far away. Although the camp was in chaos, there would definitely be wizards who would notice here. She had to get into the forest before that, and it would be best if she could escape far away.
But things were not as perfect as she had imagined.
She had just run a few steps when there was an angry shout behind her, and a bright light rose from the darkness and shot from that direction.
The sound of arrows piercing through the air came from behind, and the arrows almost grazed the princess' cheek as they flew past, and some even sank into the bushes. Gryphine gritted her teeth and threw herself into the briar bush. The thorns scraped her cheeks and burned with pain, but she carefully protected the unconscious Freya, then got up and ran forward again.
But it was at this time that the sound of a spell was heard. It was magic! The half-elf girl only felt a wave of despair in her heart. It was an attack that she absolutely could not avoid.
"Am I going to die here?" She could not help but shout in her heart, "Your Majesty Father?"
But as if answering her question, a silver light suddenly shot from the front. Before Gryphine could react, the sharp whistle passed by her and shot towards the wizard behind her.
With a scream, the wizard turned over and fell to the ground. At the same time, a silver figure came to Gryphine's side, one in each hand, and lifted her and Freya onto the back of a horse.
"Lady Brunhilda?" When Gryphine saw the Horse King wrapped in silver flames, she immediately knew who had saved her.
Brunhilda nodded and replied with a somewhat hollow voice, "My sisters and I felt the disturbance in the direction of Castle Grey, so we rushed over, but we did not expect to be a step too late. Fortunately, you and Freya escaped, Your Highness."
"So it was really you who attacked the camp, Lady Brunhilda!" Gryphine said anxiously, "Miss Amandina is still in the hands of those people, please be sure to save her."
"We will," Brunhilda replied, "but the possibility is very small. The opponent is very strong, and there is a wizard who is even stronger than me. Fortunately, we are all spirits, and the wizards of the law cannot do anything to us."
Gryphine was completely stunned.
A wizard who is stronger than Lady Brunhilda, isn't that a supreme being? But how did Erouine have a supreme being?
And from the sound of it, none of the wizards were weak, or else a supreme being would not be able to stop the Valkyrie riders from saving people from the camp.
"Who are they?" Gryphine could not help but murmur.
"They are most likely Bugas, Your Highness," Brunhilda replied calmly, "They are the Gray Wizards and the Law of the Mystic Realm, a branch of the Saasaldian."
Gryphine did not understand what a Gray Wizard was, and what a Saasaldian was, but she understood the Bugas. She could not help but widen her beautiful silver eyes, and said in surprise, "Bugas, but why would the Bugas attack Erouine?"
To this question, Brunhilda could not answer. She quickly brought Gryphine and Freya out of the enemy's pursuit range, and before that, she had already blown the trombone, calling for the Valkyrie riders to regroup.
The Windrider Colt landed in a clearing in the forest, and the lady gently put down the princess, then put down Freya, and asked, "Before the Lord left, he told me and my sisters to listen to you and Freya's commands. What should we do now, Your Highness?"
Gryphine took a step back in exhaustion, smoothing out her silver hair that was messed up by the wind, and subconsciously looked at Freya. The effect of the Elixir of Life had begun to take effect, and the female Knight slowly blinked, as if she was waking up.
Freya felt that she had a strange dream. She dreamed that she was seriously injured in a battle and was about to die. Brando hugged her in his arms, and even kissed her. The dream was so real that she almost did not want to wake up.
But when she woke up, the first thing she saw was Brunhilda and her blazing Valkyrie, and then the princess beside her.
"Your Highness …" She called out weakly.
Memories flowed back to her like water, and the female Knight struggled to get up, and looked around, "Where is everyone? Where is Amandina? Where is this place?"
"This is a safe place." Brunhilda answered.
"Amandina was taken away by those people, and those wizards mistook her for me." Gryphine walked over to support Freya, and explained the whole story in detail, "They want to take Amandina to Kurkel Castle, and if her identity is exposed, her life will be in danger."
"How can this be?" Freya was anxious, "We have to save Amandina, she has been following the Lord since Braggs, we cannot lose her."
"I will definitely save Amandina," Gryphine replied, "Freya, I promise you."
"But those are the Bugas, why would they make an enemy out of us?"
"We have to return to Valhalla immediately," Gryphine took a deep breath, and since she knew that the enemy was the descendants of the Silver Knights, she had completely understood the situation at hand, "Only Valhalla has the power to save Amandina."
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