The knight in the abyss

Chapter 10 The Way to Go Down the Mountain

Lancelot followed Pluto out of the cave where he practiced and returned to the edge of the mine.

In just three days, this place has become a temporary dwarf workshop.Lancelot saw piles of coal, earthen forges, molds dug in the ground, and bellows crafted from demonic overseer wings.

Although the facilities here are very rudimentary, it has successfully equipped all the dwarves with armor and helmets, with handaxes and warhammers attached to their waists, all of which are armed to the teeth.

"Only those who have lost their freedom know how wonderful it is to be free." Pluto put on the helmet behind his back. "Those who are also trying to enslave us will either get our bodies or nothing."

"What's on your helmet?" Lancelot noticed that on Pluto's helmet there was a tall statue of the Berserker Demon, which was quite expressive.

"Ha, this is to commemorate the first enemy I killed." Pluto replied proudly, "Now everyone calls me the toad killer."

"Is that your first fight?" Lancelot expressed surprise, at that time Pluto's calmness and bravery left a deep impression on him.

"It's true, I'm only 35 years old, and I've been an apprentice in Dad's workshop." Pluto straightened his back. "Maybe I have the talent to be an adventurer."

Only 35 years old, Lancelot sighed silently.However, for dwarves who live more than 300 years, they are considered young until the age of 50.

He glanced at Pluto's helmet again, secretly suspecting that the main purpose of the toad was actually to make the user look taller.

"Oh, Ser Lancelot, here you are. How's the armor?" Pluto's father, a master dwarf craftsman, came over.

"The dwarves are well-deserved for their craftsmanship. Thank you, Master Barende, I am very satisfied."

"Ha! In fact, it's all emergency and improvised." Barende laughed. "The conditions here are really bad. When I have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely show you the true craftsmanship of the dwarves."

Lancelot laughed too.With this group of optimistic dwarves, he almost forgot what a terrifying plane he was in.“€?br />
The group packed up their equipment and began to march towards the other side of the mountain.

Although it didn't seem far away, because there were so many pits to bypass, they tossed the winding paths around the edges of the pits for half a day, and finally arrived when the weak sun climbed over their heads. on the other side of the Broken Mountains.

Lancelot walked to the edge of a mountain pass and looked into the distance.

The blessing of the elf had already improved his eyesight once. At this moment, the running infuriating energy was concentrated in his eyes, and his eyesight had been further strengthened, allowing him to see far away places until his vision was blocked by clouds or mountains.

In front of him was a red wasteland.The ground is covered with terrifying cracks and potholes, and there are capillary-like tributaries of the River Styx everywhere.One after another dotted with black spots, it was the steel fortress of demons and devils.

Within his field of vision, there were at least three places where there were battles with a scale of more than a thousand people, some between demons and demons, and some between demons and demons.

The battle between the demons was extremely chaotic, the big guys caught and killed each other, and the cannon fodders mingled.Lancelot is a little curious about how the cannon fodders distinguish who is on one side and who is on the side. Maybe the commanders on both sides don't really care about it?

The ranks of the devils are very recognizable.They have neat legions, tight fronts, and good command - Lancelot watched helplessly as a large group of demons entered the ambush circle set by the demons, first being dizzy by the stones that fell from the sky, and then Ripped to shreds by a well-placed cavalry raid.

Seeing those devil knights, Lancelot couldn't help but look forward to the chance to compete with them in the future.

Farther away, a giant demon with a flaming giant sword and wings on his back was dismantling a castle by himself. The residents inside were running around like ants who had been ripped off their nests. The destruction of the castle was only a matter of time.

This is the abyss plane. War and destruction are the main themes here. If you want to survive, you must continue to become stronger. Lancelo reminds himself silently in his heart.

Barende looked around with the pergola in hand, suddenly pointed somewhere, and said:

"There, see? On the island in the middle of the Styx, it should be Shuangqiao Town."

Lancelot looked down his fingers, which was on his lower left, not far from the foot of the mountain.Shuangqiao Town is built on a huge island in the heart of the Styx River, and in the center of the town stands a red castle.Two arch bridges connect the island with the river banks on both sides, which should be the source of the name of Shuangqiao Town.

Lancelot looked away and began to search back and forth on the Broken Mountains to find a suitable descending route.He involuntarily muttered to himself:

"The way down doesn't seem to be easy to walk, I'm afraid it will take two days..."

"It won't take two days, half a day at most." Pluto came over with something. "As long as you learn to use our dwarf vehicles."

Hearing this, Lancelot turned around and found that the so-called vehicle was just a pair of slender metal plates, one end of which was rolled up, and a place like a boot was welded in the middle.

"Uh, what is this?" Lancelot asked, suddenly having a bad feeling in his heart.

"It's called a snowboard." There was a frenzy of excitement on Pluto's face. "Skiing is one of our alpine dwarves' favorite sports, and the skis are easy to use and very easy to learn."

"I know what skiing is." Lancelot swallowed hard. "But where's the snow here?"

"Look at our feet, big man." Pluto stomped on the ground, sending up a cloud of smoke. "Every corner of the Wanyuan Plain is covered with a thick layer of ash. You can think of it as snow. Their frictional force is even smaller than snow. See those smooth slopes? The ash layer in that kind of place. At least three meters thick."

"But it looks very dangerous," Lancelot insisted.

"That's why we made a full set of protective gear. Well, of course, they're armor too." Pluto tucked two ski poles into Lancelot and started helping him put on his skis. "We'll just follow the others, the veterans will figure out a suitable route ahead."

Barende on the side has already set off with the other dwarves.It is important to point out that skiing is indeed a very simple sport for a creature with a low center of gravity like a dwarf.

And their flesh is like a stone, and they really want to hit something, and it may not be these dwarves who are more seriously damaged.

With the spiritual blessing and the strengthening of my body, I should be able to reach the foot of the mountain alive, Lancelot comforted himself.

"By the way, your armor should be able to withstand more than 1 ton of impact, right?"

Lancelot's face changed, and he was about to answer when Pluto had pushed him out.

"Pluto!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

With a wicked smile on his face, Pluto then supported his helmet and jumped out.

(End of this chapter)