The knight in the abyss

Chapter 113 Ekmon

"Moladin's long beard! I got a big hammer!" After coming out of the dimension bag, Brutal was horrified by the surrounding scene and exclaimed repeatedly, "What the hell is this place?"

"This is the corpse pit." The werewolf patted the young dwarf's shoulder, "I warned you, get used to it."

In fact, Brutal, who can still curse, is pretty good.Except for the old Leip who had been here before, everyone else fell into a state of serious panic. They looked around blankly, and were shocked by this extremely impactful scene and lost their ability to speak.

The strongest responses came from Aramiel and Werther.The bodies of the two priests of the good camp were shaking violently, and they seemed to be on the verge of madness stimulated by the mountain of criminal evidence.

Lancelot silently picked up the Bing Xin Jue, and coughed lightly.

The voice full of true energy was like a bell in a deep valley, waking up everyone in a terrified state.

"How did this place... come into being?" Karaline muttered to himself, his trembling tone revealing the fear in his heart.

"In order to prevent the slaves from escaping, the slave traders nailed the cages in which the slaves were transported, and they did not open them until the Oasis Fort. When they finally arrived at the Oasis Fort, often less than half of the slaves in the cage were still alive. And those Those who died on the road..." The werewolf stomped his feet with a gloomy face, "The corpses were thrown here."

"May the souls of these victims find peace in their gods." Aramir said with a sad face.The Sune he believed in was the god of love, and under the blessing of the fire-haired lady, he sang the beauty of love, and these victims naturally could no longer taste the taste of love.

"Rest in peace in the arms of God the Father, my compatriots." Werther crouched on the ground, stroking sadly a skull that clearly belonged to a dwarf.This particularly thick-topped skull can be seen everywhere, because the dwarves have excellent masonry and blacksmithing skills, which makes them the most popular slave race of demon lords.

It is said that Tijana did not attempt to enslave dwarves at the beginning of the establishment of Shuangqiao Town. Perhaps only the succubus, a rare demon that is not dominated by the desire to destroy, can understand that enslavement is the least efficient way of ruling. .

Everyone's eyes gradually recovered, but the surrounding scene was too depressing, and no one wanted to talk much.

"Wow! Finally a living person is here! How are you all! Do you need any help?"

At this moment, a creaking voice suddenly appeared, startling everyone.

Lancelot looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a skull shining with metallic luster, just floating there out of thin air.

It seems that it is this skull that speaks.Its appearance is no different from that of an ordinary human skull, but there is no magical flame in the eye sockets, but a pair of very normal-looking eyeballs.The eyeball without flesh and blood is almost as big as an egg, but this makes it look a little more alive, and it's not that scary.

Seeing Lancelot looking at him, the skull swayed left and right in the air, as if waving.The skeleton's jaws continued to open and close, and the voice that everyone heard just now floated out of the skeleton's mouth.

"Let me see, there are humans wearing transformation rings, dwarves holding hammers, halflings holding weapons, elves with the fire-haired lady's holy emblem, and goblins and half-wolves! You must be a team of adventurers ? Great! Great!"

"What are you...existence?" Lancelot asked cautiously.

"What you want to ask is what am I?" The skull made a laughing expression with his only movable mandible and eyeballs. "I'm dead, there's no doubt about it, but I should have been a living person once, and I probably did some heinous things to make me like this."

"Are you a Mimir?" Karaline suddenly said, "I've heard of this creature. It is said that in the center of all worlds, where divine power cannot set foot, there is a huge ring-shaped city like a labyrinth. There are a lot of these floating skulls in mid-air, and they act as... guides."

"Sigil City is not the center of all worlds. Only the Buffalo who have never been to that city will think so. It is at most a toll booth at the intersection." Skull made a disdainful voice.

"I've heard of this thing too." Goblin Phil raised his head and circled the skull floating in the air. "Some people say that this thing came from a chaotic and good plane, but others say that they have seen pillars full of such skulls in Baator Hell."

"Uh, I can't answer that question either."

"You don't know?" Lancelot asked curiously.

"Most of my memory is lost." Skull made a helpless expression, "I know how to use language, and I have a lot of knowledge about Sigil and other outer planes in my mind, but I don't know much about my past experience. I don’t know, my memory started at the bottom of the dark pile of bones, it took me an unknown amount of time to get out, and I’ve been trapped in this desert of bones.”

"Do you remember your name? How long have you been here?" Lancelow continued to ask.There are too many bones here, and the breath is too chaotic, so he couldn't sense the existence of this guy before.

"The only name I remember is Ekmon, so I guess that's my name. As for how long you've been here..." The skeleton glanced at his mouth, "Since the first time I saw the sky above my head , I have seen the alternation of light and dark [-] times. The only pastime every day is to look at the fresh corpses thrown from above. If I am lucky, I can still breathe. I can chat with them for a while. There is nothing left, this kind of life is really driving me crazy..."

"Can't you fly?" Lancelot looked under the skull, where there was no support, "Why don't you fly out by yourself?"

"I can only fly up to six feet off the ground, and I can't get out at that height - which, by the way, I suspect is my height in life. And you can't climb rocks with just your mouth , don't ask me how I know." Skull said very fast, it seems that it is really exciting to be able to talk to people.

"According to my observation, the height of these skeletons can rise by half a foot every 3 days, which means that I have to wait for more than [-] days to reach the circle of platforms, and then I can fly upward along the spiral path , out of this maddening boredom, but now that you're here, it's a godsend..."

"Have you seen this guy before?" Lancelot noticed that the skull was a bit talkative, and while it was chattering over there, he asked Old Rip in a low voice.

"No, the entrance to the secret passage is there, and every time I try to stay away from this ghostly place as fast as possible." The werewolf shook his head, pointed to a place on the platform at the edge of the corpse pit, "I said pointing at the bottom of the pit." It's the deepest place the road can go down, and I've never really jumped on this mountain of bones."

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