The knight in the abyss

Chapter 468 Arrive at Yamaguchi
Although demons are not monsters, but the 'killing tactics' is actually effective on any creature.Some forces regard this technique as a forbidden technique, because some evil cultivators slaughter ordinary mortal villages and towns in order to practice it. It will not change the mind of the practitioner, so it is definitely not a magic skill. How to use it is ultimately up to the monk himself. He believes that Lancelot can use it on the right enemy.

Priests of the Ice Goddess are also good at protecting themselves.As the appearance suggests, Mohoi is also an out-and-out barbarian. He will summon the frozen javelin out of thin air, and then call Aurel's name loudly, and shoot the javelin with twelve points of anger. to his enemies.

Although the accuracy is not very good, the power is still very good, and once the target is shot down, the mammoth under him will launch a charge: first charge the opponent with its pair of lance-like tusks, and then use its own hooves to attack the opponent. The fallen foe is trampled into a ball of fleshy flesh—for a behemoth weighing over [-] pounds, this is not particularly difficult for it.

Old Rip lazily stayed on his brown pony, watching the other three chop the enemy into pieces, and did not participate in the battle.Strangely, the demons also seemed to ignore this obvious target, as if he didn't even exist.

But to be fair, the werewolf was still ready to fight, with two green short swords out of their sheaths, ready to provide support for others, but Lancelot and Brutal didn't give him a reason to do so.

The foursome left a long trail of bodies in their wake, and it was hard not to be noticed in the open wilderness.This will of course attract some low-level monsters, and it is also a warning to those creatures with the ability to fly.Of course, not all feral demons are idiots who attack without thinking (although most of the time, they are), and some demons who know how to observe their prey before attacking quickly recognize Lancelot.

Not just his armor, his sword, his fighting style, but even his mount has signature features - a loud dwarven pendant at the back that throws his might at every approaching target A mighty hammer.

There is no clear boundary between the plain and the mountains. The ground under their feet first began to rise and fall, and then gradually became steeper. When the aging sun climbed to the highest point in the sky, it began to show a little dignity as a source of light By then, the four of them had already climbed a considerable distance and decided to stop to rest for a while.

They didn't light a bonfire, but just found a relatively secluded area to sit down, relax their tired bodies from the battle, wipe the blood on their equipment, and then swallow some delicious food—this was just a short trip When traveling, you don't need to bring those easy-to-preserve but bad-tasting dry food.

"Where is our destination?" Brutal was holding a huge lunch box, which contained a whole roasted abyssal chicken, "I'll just ask, if you can't say it, let it go."

"There's nothing to say, it's not about going to 'that' place." Lancelow shrugged, referring to the Dwarf Temple, "Our goal is the fourth peak, which can be reached in about three hours. .”

"Fourth Peak?" The old Leip who heard their conversation cut in, "Isn't that a crater?"

"You're familiar with the Broken Mountain Range." Lancelot nodded, "Yes, that's our goal."

"But didn't you want to create a thick fog for me?" The priest of the Ice Goddess couldn't help but said, "There is not even a trace of moisture in the air in that place..."

"How does the fog come from? Water and fire create fog. To create a fog that can turn into a blizzard, a sufficient heat source is naturally needed. The magma lake in the fourth peak meets my requirements."

"What about the water?"

"It's very troublesome to explain." Lancelow shrugged, "You will know soon."

Seeing that he didn't intend to continue talking, Brutal and old Rip stopped asking.Pastor Tiefling seemed a little skeptical, but he had no choice but to give up when he saw that the others were only obeying Lancelot.

Everyone rested in place for about an hour, and then continued on the road.Although the Broken Mountain Range became steeper and steeper, under the leadership of Lancelo, they could always find a fairly gentle route to keep moving forward.

As we gradually approached the fourth peak, the surrounding temperature became hotter and hotter, and the air was full of pungent sulfur smell.Priest Tiefling's mammoth couldn't stand it first. It began to sweat profusely, and its hair was as wet as if it had been fished out of the water. Mohoi had to cancel the call and walk on foot instead.

It was not long before old Rip's horse failed, not from the heat but from the air around him.As soon as he found that his mount began to show discomfort, the werewolf did not hesitate to cancel the summoning, and sent the brown pony back to its original plane.

The only thing that is still at ease is the nightmare in Lancelot's crotch. In fact, it seems to be in a very happy mood, just like returning home.

The closer to the crater, the more and more small groups of monsters, but with Lancelot's spiritual sense, he successfully bypassed most of the enemies.Fortunately, there were no high-ranking demons nearby—after all, this was still the sphere of influence of Shuangqiao Town. If you wanted to occupy the mountain as king, you had to ask the succubus lord for his opinion first.

Finally, when the sun was about to fall below the horizon, the four of them arrived at the area on the top of the mountain.As an active volcano, its top is a ring-shaped funnel with a radius of thousands of feet wide, and a few hundred feet deep inside is a lake completely made of magma. High-temperature airflow is ejected upward from the mountain mouth, making it difficult for people to approach .

But there was one exception in the group, and that was Lancelot's... mount.After the four of them found a place covered by a huge obsidian and the temperature was relatively tolerable, Lancelow didn't bother to cancel the call. The abyssal horse continued to move towards the crater. By the time it did, the Nightmare had already started swimming in the lava lake.

Obviously, as a creature born in flames, Nightmare is immune to the damage caused by high temperature, at least the high temperature that can turn stone into liquid cannot hurt it.

"Look at how comfortable he is." The dwarf opened his mouth wide and sighed helplessly, "Why do I think it seems to be showing off?"

"It doesn't seem like it is." Lancelow just glanced at the jumping black figure, shrugged indifferently, "Just ignore it, we still have business to do."

"The volcano you want has arrived." The purple-skinned tiefling panted and wanted to sit down, but immediately jumped up from the heat, "Damn... where is the water that creates the fog?"

"That's it." Lancelow pointed to his back, and at the same time untied the dimensional bag at his waist, and took out a huge metal disc from it, "It's always been there."

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