The knight in the abyss

Chapter 304 Help in the middle of the night

After a full meal of the delicacies made by Kola, except for Alamel and little Isa who were in charge of guarding the first shift, the rest soon fell asleep.Even the succubus paladin, leaning on his shield and sword, fell into a kind of doze before the campfire.

It was indeed an exceptionally long day.The people set off from Melendumbo in the early morning and rode for eight hours in a row until they arrived at the front line of the confrontation between good and evil.They set off again after a short rest for two hours in Pascole, first crossed the Hoffenstein River, then trekked for thirty miles in the dark, and finally ended up with a rather fierce battle. The end of the day.

Fortunately, they have plenty of time to rest.It was hours before dawn, and they would not start again until the next night.

Lancelot sat cross-legged in the shadow of the corner of the camp, breathing long and distantly, as if he had fallen asleep.In fact, his spiritual consciousness is in a very mysterious state. In this state, he can hardly feel the passage of time, and he almost forgets himself. .

Before the establishment of the foundation, Lancelot had never been able to understand why the little bamboo slips mentioned that monks often practiced in closed doors, for as short as a few months, as long as decades, or even sitting for hundreds of years. 'Closed to death', either break through the bottleneck and continue the road, or turn into a pile of dry bones and re-enter the samsara.

But after he had personal experience, he understood that once he entered the state of cultivation, the so-called length of time was meaningless at all. If he wanted to, he could also meditate for a long time without eating or drinking.

However, Han Tianzun especially emphasized in his cultivation of the true heart that unless necessary, this kind of practice method of shrunken head is not recommended.Essentially speaking, cultivation is a kind of struggle, fighting for life with the heaven and earth, and fighting for the spirit of all things. It is safe to practice in retreat, but it is a failure in mentality. It will be impossible to move forward.

Lancelot himself also deeply agrees with this.If it weren't for the repeated adventures, he wouldn't have been able to accumulate enough spirit stones for foundation building so quickly, and if he didn't fight to the death with that giant skull demon, he wouldn't have had the perfect opportunity to hit the foundation building. Cross the first threshold on the road of comprehension.

And, after all, who doesn't like adventure?There will always be all kinds of people and things encountered during the journey, not to mention the exciting treasures and scenery, and Lancelow even feels that he even prefers the latter.Whether it's the magnificent sunset on the Wanyuan Plain, the majestic Tower of Skeletons in the city of Moglondar, or the beautiful pastoral scenery of Andrinna, seeing these scenes with his own eyes brought him great joy and made him feel better. He is eager to explore more unknowns.

Of course, under the premise of not losing my life.

Time passed bit by bit, Lancelot realized that the sun was about to rise, and it was almost time to 'take' little Isa back into his dimensional bag, and the elf ranger who could recover quickly through meditation had also got up, Prepare to work with the succubus to replace the partner who was on duty on the first shift.

At this moment, Lancelot's spiritual sense was suddenly touched, his eyes suddenly opened, and he turned his head to look at the group of roses in the magic palace.

Not only him, but the two elves also looked in that direction at the same time, only to see a translucent, shimmering white shadow gradually approaching above the dense sea of ​​flowers.That shadow looked like a beautiful woman, covered in fine white gauze, with disheveled hair floating in mid-air, as if immersed in water.

This shadow almost made Lancelow's heart stop beating, because it really fit the description of the appearance of the mother of demons, Cang Ye, but Lancelow soon realized that something was wrong.First of all, his spiritual sense did not frantically call the police like he saw the fiend in the deep hell before, and secondly, according to the legend, Cang Ye's face was always hidden behind a layer of veil, and there was no cover on the face of the shadow in front of him.

In fact, a little observation revealed that the shadow had a very beautiful face, and a pair of long pointed ears under the loose hair, all of which were obvious elf features.The ghost figure stopped thirty feet away from them, as if there was an invisible wall preventing her from getting closer.Faint sobs drifted into Lancelot's ears, and the voice was full of pain and despair.

"I beg you, my people, please, free me from this endless curse..."

The beautiful shadow spoke in an elf language that Lancelot could understand.Judging from the expressions of Aramir and Axiian, they both obviously heard what the ghost said, but little Isa and Elotesia seemed to be unaware of this, and they were talking happily on the sidelines.

"Through the depths of this sea of ​​flowers, you can find my dead body. Light it with holy flames, and you will be able to purify me..." The voice of the ghost is tactful as if singing a sad song, "But be careful , I can only stay awake for a moment before dawn, and the rest of the time I am completely dominated by anger and hatred..."

Saying these words seemed to have consumed a lot of energy from the ghost, her figure began to tremble and backed up, and she kept repeating in her mouth:

"Let me go, please, let me go..."

The shimmering shadow completely dissipated in the depths of the sea of ​​flowers. At this moment, Elotesia finally discovered the abnormality of the two elves. She asked softly in surprise:

"What's wrong with you two? Is there something wrong?"

"Didn't you see it?" Aramir asked in surprise, "There was a female ghost in white clothes over there just now..."

"What... what! Female ghost?!" Little Isa was startled when she heard the words, her hair seemed to stand on end, "Don't be scary, I didn't see anything..."

"Miss... Strictly speaking, you are also a female ghost..." Alamir looked at her a little bit dumbfounded, "Then what did you hear? Ruowuowu crying or something like that?"

"This, is that so... But I didn't hear anything just now." The voice of the vampire girl became sharp and thin because of nervousness, and she turned to look at Helotesia, "Sister Love, what did you notice just now?" Is it abnormal?"

"No." The succubus paladin also shook his head in confusion.

"I heard it too." Lancelot said, and everyone suddenly realized his existence, as if the place where the human knight was just now was just a stone. "That ghost has the shape of an elf and speaks elf language, maybe She only wants, or can only let her own people hear."

"And you have the blessing of the elves, so you can hear it." The elf priest nodded, and then his expression became serious, "What do you think about what she said? Could this be a trap?"

　Thank you book friend Tutuxi Wujia for voting for the monthly ticket!Thank you for your support!Thank you for the recommendation votes from other book friends~ By the way, friends who are familiar with DND may feel that the abilities of various enemies do not match the challenge level in the monster manual.Guji did make adjustments according to the needs of the plot when he wrote it. For example, the CR of the tauren skeleton is only 4, so I added the suggestive description of 'wearing decayed armor' (the monster on the illustration book Just a few rags), I hope you don’t mind.

　　
　
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