The knight in the abyss

Chapter 126 Ekmon's Zhang Yi

Chapter 126 Ekmon's Memories
"Boss, that Erinite seems to have stopped chasing it. Do you want to take a break?" Ekmon's trembling voice sounded from the bottom of Lancelot's heart, "I'm going to lose my bite, and this is really crazy."

Hearing that Lancelot slowed down.It has been 5 minutes since he was hit by an arrow just now, relying on the power of heaven and earth provided by two high-grade spirit stones, he ran for a distance of nearly 3 miles, and Enrias could not be sensed at all within the scope of his spiritual sense.

He was naturally aware of the magic fluctuations at Oasis Castle, probably because something happened there, which reminded the devil's high-ranking commander of his duty.

Lancelot hid in the shadow of a boulder, his chest heaved violently, and wow, he spat out another glistening green blood.

Eriny's poisoned arrow was still stuck in its back, and he hadn't had time to deal with it. He was like a wind-up doll.

"Boss, shall I help you pull out the arrow?" The skull floated behind Lancelot, "I'm not afraid of the toxin on the arrow, it won't work against undead creatures."

Lancelow shook his head. He mobilized the true energy in his body, made the muscles around the wound hard as iron, squeezed the arrow out of the body bit by bit, and then carefully removed the blood-stained carapace on the inside. Unloaded, and took off the arrow inserted in it.

This arrow is very well made, the shaft is made of some kind of firm and elastic wood, with a very neat grain; the fletching is some kind of fine black feather The arrowhead is a conical head made of precious adamantine, with fine grains that can absorb venom, and vicious barbs, so as to cause the greatest pain to the prey that is not killed by it.

After thinking for a while, Lancelow wrapped the arrow in the robe he wore when he transformed into a succubus, and put it in the dimensional bag.It is not a gentleman to come here and not take revenge, and in the future, if you have the opportunity, you must take revenge on that erinia named Valtila.

If not given the chance, this thing would also be a great prop for storytelling, something a little vampire maid would love.

The wounds from the arrows were still difficult to heal, and although the toxins could not be cleared, Lancelow was able to completely suppress their spread.After he reunited with his companions, he believed that Aramir and Werther would have a solution to his poisoning situation. Priests with divine magic abilities were professionals in combating these negative effects.

He simply wrapped up the wound with a bandage, smoothed out the pierced hole on the surface of the armor with the hilt of his sword, and then put the equipment back on.In order to avoid leading the enemy to his companions, he just chose another direction to escape, and now he has run a considerable distance.

With a little concentration, he summoned the flaming steed he hadn't seen in a while.The abyssal creature that was forcibly summoned here subconsciously wanted to attack the summoner, but after Lancelow slapped it with ease, he immediately figured out who summoned it here.

"Boss, your mount is not bad." Ekmon found a comfortable position on the saddle and put himself down, "It's a bit like a death knight."

Lancelot smiled, but did not speak.I raised my head to roughly identify the direction of the Skull Rift Valley, and one person, one horse, and one skull set off under the dim moonlight.

He was already mentally prepared to endure Ekmon's noise along the way, but he didn't expect that the skull who had just met for a long time remained silent, as if he was preoccupied.

"What's the matter with you?" After waiting for a while, Lancelot couldn't hold back anymore and asked. "Since just now, you don't seem to want to talk much."

"Oh, boss, I'm thinking about a very painful question."

"what is the problem?"

"Who am I?" Skull said listlessly, "It's either the ultimate question in the philosophical sense, or a question about his past identity by a poor bastard who has lost his memory."

"Why did you suddenly have this question? Didn't you think about this question in that corpse pit before?"

"Oh." Ekmon sighed, "I thought about it, but I didn't have any idea at that time, so I simply didn't think about it. But when I saw you fighting that Enyeres just now, I suddenly thought about it." Lots of pictures."

"Do you remember your original identity?"

"No, it just made me more confused." Ekmon said depressingly, "It's all meaningless fragments. It makes me feel like I've remembered something, but in fact there's nothing."

"Tell me, what kind of pictures are they?" Lancelot asked curiously, "Maybe I can notice some details that you haven't noticed from different angles."

"It makes sense." Ekmon replied excitedly, and then a picture directly emerged in the human mind through Lancelot and its bond.

Lancelot took a closer look and found that this was the No.1 perspective, which seemed to be on a battlefield in a bloody battle.Numerous ghouls are rushing towards the devils' line by the river bank like a tide, while on the other side of the battlefield, a smaller number of skurds are lining up neatly, coming out of battleships one after another, forming one after another. A phalanx like a reef, waiting for the arrival of the devil.

The owner of the perspective raised his head and found that the battle in the sky had already begun.Several Enyers are constantly throwing arrows at the demon army with their longbows, and occasionally swooping down with their long swords, plowing a wave of blood in the dense sea of ​​demons. The spectacular and gorgeous scene is very impressive, perhaps It was the scene of Erinyes swooping down on Lancelot today that awakened this memory in Ecmon.

The angle of view is turned to the side, and a group of bloody mercenaries who are obviously mortals are making the final preparations before the battle.At this moment, someone outside the screen called the name of 'Ekmon', the voice was cold and piercing, and there was an echo.The angle of view looked behind him, and found a skeleton in a robe looking at the direction of the angle of view, and then the screen turned dark, and the fragment of memory ended here.

"It looks like you're on the devil's side." Lancelot commented, "When I turned my head, I noticed that the bottom of the viewing angle was empty. Obviously, you were already a skull at that time."

"Yeah." Ekmon said sullenly, "The lich called my name, I guess it was my former master, but I have no impression of that guy at all."

"Not necessarily. I heard that liches are generally very knowledgeable. It's hard for me to believe that such a creature would need the services of a Mimir." Lancelow questioned, "Also, why are these pictures all gray? Is it a problem with your memory?"

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