Genshin Impact: The Water God Wants Me to Confess

Just a few minutes ago, on the other side of Starfall Lake, several horses were raising a cloud of dust and galloping madly towards Mondstadt.

Those figures sitting on horseback were none other than the guerrilla squad members who, under the heroic protection of Eula and Amber, had successfully fought their way out of the encirclement of the ferocious Hillichell people.

Their condition was extremely terrible at this moment. Each of their bodies was covered with wounds of varying sizes and depths. Blood continued to seep out of them, staining their originally neat clothes scarlet.

Moreover, they all had disheveled hair and haggard faces, and it was obvious that they had experienced an extremely tragic life-and-death battle.

What is particularly eye-catching is that one of the horses was carrying two people.

The man at the back had already fallen into a deep coma. He lay limply on the back of his companion in front, and was only prevented from falling down because he was tied tightly with a thick rope.

On his back, there was a hideous wound so deep that the bone could be seen, with blood and flesh turned outward, which made people shudder and feel terrified.

There was a man with dazzling blond hair in the guerrilla squad. At this moment, he was tightly gripping the reins with both hands, and his body was leaning forward almost sticking to the horse's back.

His eyes were wide open, revealing extreme anxiety and worry. Without even turning his head, he shouted at the person behind him, "Alan, how far are we to Mond City?"

Hearing the question, the man named Allen at the end of the team quickly responded: "From Starfall Lake to Mond City, even if we go at the fastest speed, it will take at least half an hour, deputy captain! At our current speed, it will take at least 26 minutes to arrive!"

Hearing this, the blond man's face suddenly became extremely gloomy, as if covered by a thick dark cloud.

His originally bright blue eyes dimmed at this moment, and his brows were tightly locked together, forming a deep "川" character.

A heavy aura emanated from him, and even the air around him seemed to solidify a little.

"Twenty-six minutes... That's a medium-sized settlement of hill people!"

The blond man muttered to himself, his voice as low as thunder, full of worry and anxiety.

He knew very well what this meant. For them, who did not have the Eye of God and could not control the elemental power, to persist among such a large number of ferocious Hillchurls for twenty-six minutes was almost an impossible task.

Recalling the thrilling battle before, the blond man couldn't help but feel a little scared.

Although they were all elite members of the Knights of Favonius who had undergone rigorous professional training and multiple rounds of screening before joining the guerrilla team, they still felt unprecedented pressure when faced with the medium-sized gathering place of the Hillichells.

Those hideous-looking and burly Hill people, waving huge wooden clubs and shields, surged towards them like a tide, making it difficult for them to deal with them.

If it weren't for their powerful captain, Eula, who protected everyone with her amazing swordsmanship and indomitable will; and if it weren't for Amber's accurate shooting and agility, who provided timely assistance, they might not even have a chance to break out and would have been killed by those crazy hillbillies long ago.

Thinking of this, the blond man gritted his teeth, and feelings of self-blame and regret surged in his heart.

"Damn it! Why am I so weak! Just a group of hillbillies could force me to this point! How can a weak person like me protect Mondstadt, which I love so much?"

He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turned white from excessive force, his nails dug deeply into his palms, even piercing his skin, blood slowly seeping out, yet he seemed unaware of the piercing pain.

At this moment, what occupied his mind was not the pain in his body, but the frustration that surged like a tide. This frustration was like an invisible big hand, grabbing his heart fiercely and making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

The blond man's name was Guderian. He was born in a commoner family, without a prominent background or noble bloodline.

But God seemed to favor this ordinary young man, endowing him with extraordinary swordsmanship talent. With this innate talent and unremitting efforts, he finally successfully embarked on the road to becoming a Knight of Favonius.

Not only that, the ambitious Guderian also volunteered to join the guerrilla squad.

In this challenging and dangerous team, he quickly stood out with his own strength and was promoted to the position of vice-captain. In terms of combat ability, he is the second strongest in the team except for the captain.

However, even with such powerful strength, when they were surrounded by the Hillilians, Guderian found it difficult to display the swordsmanship that he was so proud of.

Those hideous-looking and numerous Hillilks came like a tide, making him overwhelmed. Every time he swung his sword, it seemed so strenuous and he was unable to effectively break through the enemy's defense line.

This feeling of powerlessness was like a heavy mountain pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe, and the sense of frustration in his heart grew stronger.

However, the feeling of failure in one's heart was not important. What was more important was the brave and fearless captain - Eula.

In order to ensure that they could successfully break out, they actually chose to stay alone in that medium-sized gathering place and engage in a thrilling battle with a group of creepy and vicious Hillilians!

When he thought of this, Guderian's heart was instantly gripped by endless anxiety and fear.

Although he knew that Captain Eula was extremely powerful and was the holder of the Eye of God who controlled the powerful power of ice element, the enemy she had to face was seven extremely brutal hillock thugs.

You know, the fighting power of any one of these hill thugs is enough to rival that of an ordinary God's Eye holder.

Guderian was extremely anxious, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead, soaking his clothes.

He held the whip tightly in both hands and swung it vigorously without hesitation, hitting the horse's buttocks again and again, shouting loudly: "Faster, faster!"

It seemed that only in this way could he vent his deep concern for the captain's safety.

The horse under his crotch felt his master's eagerness, and its four hooves flew, galloping away like lightning.

"Captain, and Miss Amber, you must not get into any trouble!"

Guderian muttered to himself while staring at the winding road ahead, wishing he could grow wings and fly back to Mondstadt immediately.

At this moment, his face became paler and his lips trembled slightly due to nervousness. He was fidgeting like an ant on a hot pan.