The knight in the abyss

Chapter 115 The Secret Path of the Corpse Pit
In the dark secret passage, three dwarven temple guards walked in the first row. Dwarves are very good at fighting in the underground environment.Behind them was Priest Werther, four dwarves forming an arrow-like formation strong enough for any crisis.

Kara Lin, Cora, Phil, and Aramiel walked in the middle of the team, protected by their teammates.Brutal and the werewolf Rep walked on both sides of the team. From this position, they could comfortably attack the enemy's flank without worrying about being flanked. It was a very suitable position for attackers.

Lancelot walked at the end of the team, not because he was afraid of the danger of walking ahead, but because the corpse pit gave him a bad feeling, and he was a little worried that something bad would catch up and bite them. butt.

"A secret passage, how many great adventure stories have happened in this kind of place!" A certain skull has been imprisoned for too long, flying around excitedly, studying every stone in the passage, "here It's pretty wide, who built this place? Surely not the tanar'ri, they don't put their strength on anything that doesn't shed blood..."

"Gnolls for stealing corpses." Old Rip interrupted Ekmon's chatter, "Now we are going down, and the next passage will pass through the bottom of the entire corpse pit, and then circle and gradually go up until we reach Inside the Gnoll lair group outside the Oasis Castle."

"Will there be a lot of gnolls at the exit?" Brutal tapped the shield with his hammer, "I don't mind killing a few stinky dogs to vent."

"The earliest Gnoll tribe who dug through this secret tunnel has long since disappeared. Most of them were trapped by their own necromancer magic. Now there is only a small Gnoll tribe, which only occupies a small part of the huge tunnel network. " Old Rip shrugged, "Considering the current situation, I don't suggest taking the initiative to find trouble with those guys."

Just as they were talking, everyone turned a corner, and a huge cave suddenly appeared in front of them.

The size of the cave is very large, but the height is less than twelve feet, which in turn makes the space feel oppressive.The ceiling collapsed in many places, and a large number of bones leaked from above, accumulating into a pile of bones reaching the ceiling.

"This is the masterpiece of the jackals, but there are only long-dead bones at the bottom of the pit. I guess those jackals dug all the way to the entrance just now in order to get fresh corpses." The werewolf introduced like a tour guide, "Everyone Stop for a moment."

Everyone watched curiously as he bent down to pick up a few stones, and then threw them one by one towards the pile of bones.

"I haven't been here for a while, and I need to check if anyone is not sleeping well." Old Rip explained while tossing, "In this kind of place full of death and destruction, from time to time there will be such One or two bone frames back up, but not too many, and they're easy to deal with, one time a skeleton hit me in the head with a femur, and guess what? That femur was just like a Like rotten wood, it broke into two pieces directly..."

"I seem to have heard you mention this scene." Phil looked at the old Rip suspiciously. "Last time you said that you were fighting a certain lich."

"You have misremembered." The werewolf retorted flatly, "I swear this is the first time I tell this story, if not, let a Barlow appear in front of me and burn you into ashes!"

"I believe you!" The goblin obviously didn't understand the werewolf's vague last sentence, and subconsciously replied, causing everyone to snicker.

Old Rip was even more proud of his smile, but with the sound of clattering, the smile on his face froze into an ugly expression.

A pile of bones that he had already thrown suddenly erupted violently, and the pile of bones seemed to come alive. Countless bones seemed to be shaken out of the pile of bones, rolling and surging. Facing the ground, they formed skeletons one by one in front of everyone, the number of which was innumerable.

"What the hell did you stupid rabbit do?! This is called a small number?" Phil cursed angrily, but the answer was the roar of the skeletons, and there was no meaning in that voice except the hatred for the living. .

"I just threw a stone!" Old Rip yelled back aggrievedly, "There have never been so many!"

The skeletons rushed towards them, waving sharp femur bones in their hands.The three dwarven temple guards at the forefront encountered the skeletons first, and they greeted the enemy with a vicious shield blow.

The heavy steel shield collided with the oncoming bone frame, causing a very impressive effect.A few skeletons were smashed directly, and the bones that fell on the ground twitched and wanted to reassemble, but because the shattering was too thorough, the magic power that allowed them to stand up was quickly exhausted, and they became motionless up.

"Ha! Seems pretty simple!" Seeing that the enemy didn't seem that difficult to deal with, Brutal cheered and rushed out, waving his hammer.Phil had already pulled out a few bombs, but when he saw the dwarves who had already entered the enemy line, the image of Lancelot punching the wall flashed in his mind, so he put the explosives back angrily.

Skeletons are already afraid of bludgeoning injuries, and Brutal's hammer has mithril on it, plus a suit of heavy armor suitable for rampage, which makes the young dwarf like a bull rushing into a china shop.Those skeletons were almost shattered when they met him, leaving broken bones all over the place they passed.

The werewolf also charged up with his double swords, and he looked like he was a veteran at dealing with these skeletons.His weapon would parry the foe's clumsy blows, then fly up and kick those bones—not much less effective than a hammer.For those skeletons that fall to the ground and try to reassemble, he will kick the skull far away, which also prevents the resurrection of these skeletons.

Another surprising combat power is Ekmon. Its bare head is like a cannonball flying in the air, smashing those skeletons into pieces, but it is difficult for the enemy to hit it.

When this guy rushed out, he didn't ask Lancelow's opinion at all, which shows that the so-called master-servant contract is just like that.

Aramir was about to cast a powerful divine spell to disperse these skeletons, but these warriors seemed to be having a good time, so they stopped their movements and watched the show comfortably.

Kara Lin didn't intend to waste his spells on these skeletons either—there was no occasion more suitable for sling than now.He hardly needs to aim, just aim at places where the enemies are densely packed.

Cora stayed where she was obediently.Halflings are a race that always know what they should do, and Cora is no exception. She is sure that her big friends don't need her to help, and she just needs to wait.

Lancelow also didn't participate in the battle, not because he felt that Brutal and the others didn't seem to need his help, but because he was fully aware of the cold and evil magic wave just now.

There may be some bragging in the werewolf's words, but there's no lying about what's going on here under 'normal' circumstances.These resurrected skeletons are probably awakened by magic, and the caster is probably nearby.

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