The knight in the abyss

Chapter 519
Although he has become the new master of this army of undead, Lancelot has no plans for them for the time being.The partners set off again, leaving the giant zombies behind, and continued towards the direction of the town of Volstad in the west.

In the first few days before leaving Gorgegaard Fortress, the journey went very smoothly. Except for the occasional encounter with some wandering polar beasts, everyone did not encounter any trouble.Apparently, that fortress was the end point for the frost giants from Joseph's Garden, and the huge gap was equally impassable for the flightless frost giants, forcing Kostchurch's minions to choose other routes to provide reinforcements to the fortress.

But as we approached Volstad, the ice field became crowded again.A large number of frost giant tribes settled around the small town, waiting for the opportunity to plunder from the random portal.Most of these portals will be connected to a place on the material plane that also has extreme cold and snow, providing a good 'landing' field for these frost giants' plundering operations.

Lancelot's telepathy can help the team avoid enemies well when traveling in the uninhabited wilderness, but it doesn't work well in such a dense environment.After several dangerous brushes with the frost giants in a row, Lancelot realized that it would be impossible to admit to Volstad unless he was ready to single-handedly challenge all the frost giants gathered there. , but that's obviously impractical.

Having said that, they came to look for clues that might be helpful to the action, not to travel to the Iron Ice Field.Since this town of giants is inaccessible, it's best to avoid it.

Volstad can bypass it, but the next location is where everyone must go, and that is the lair of the white dragon Swafnir.According to what they saw in the temple of Moradin before, the super-giant lizard was guarding the gate of the glacier fortress. If possible, Lancelot still hoped to find a way to avoid contact with the white dragon. Fight it head-on, and that method is likely to be found in its lair.

According to old Rep's map, Swafnir's lair is located in the mountains about [-] miles northwest of Volstad, and in order to bypass Volstad, everyone can only go southwest first. Go out far enough before turning west.It took them about two weeks to make an extra large circle of nearly seven hundred miles in the mountains, fighting all kinds of weird polar monsters along the way, and finally approached the mountain where the lair was.

Seen from a distance, their destination was much higher than the other surrounding peaks, and there was a conspicuous gap on the snow-covered peak, and the white dragon entered and exited its lair through that gap.Fortunately, everyone can reach the white dragon's lair without having to climb thousands of feet on the icy and slippery hillside in the face of fierce wind and snow. The Finse troll tribe, worshiped by the patron saint, dug complex tunnels in the mountain, leading to the white dragon's lair, offering tribute and food.

Due to the harsh environment of the Iron Ice Field, the number of Finser trolls has been decreasing in recent years. Most areas of the tunnel are unguarded, and everyone is likely to find a shortcut to the white dragon's lair.

On the eve of their approach to the mountain, they found a wide cave for camping.Since the conditions were good and there were no threatening creatures around, the partners did not enter the demiplane to spend the night as usual, but lit a bonfire, roasted a ferocious rhino that was captured earlier, and listened to the elves talking about dragons s story.

"For most adventurers, the battle with dragons is the highlight moment of their careers, and it is often the last battle. Some of them succeed in slaying dragons and obtain enough wealth to retire immediately, but most of them still fight with dragons. The moment he appeared, he realized that he was just a dinner delivered to his door." The elf gently flipped the skewers on the grill to ensure that the fat and lean meat were getting the right heat, "To be honest, if it wasn't for Lance Luo, our team is more likely to become dinner, even if the opponent is just a white dragon..."

"Why do you say that?" Brutal held a cup full of mead in one hand and three meat skewers in the other, and asked vaguely, "Is the white dragon weaker than other dragons?"

"Of course, as we all know, the white dragon is the weakest of the chromatic dragons." Aramiel took another skewer from Lancelot and placed them neatly on the grill, "Why, you dwarves Don't you teach dragons?"

"Teach, but I basically didn't listen." Brutal replied confidently, "You make up for me."

"I'm also interested to know." Lancelot interjected, "In the world I came from, dragons only exist in fairy tales."

"Okay, where do I start? First of all, dragons are undoubtedly one of the most powerful species in the multiverse. These winged reptiles have a reputation as greedy and cunning predators..."

"This is similar to the story I heard." Lancelot sat on the other side of the bonfire, shooting out inch-long turquoise sword lights from his fingers, and cut off fat and lean meat from the rhino's carcass, "and they And quite like being an ordinary intelligent creature, right?"

"You mean the innkeeper in Moglondar, right? It should be an exception, because most chromatic dragons don't bother to change into the form of other races. On the contrary, metal dragons who are interested in food and art are keen to mix with mortals. However, because they do not show their true colors most of the time, the image of dragons in everyone's minds is completely destroyed by those colorful dragons."

"Is it possible that the red dragon we saw was actually a disguise?" Lancelot asked curiously, "Its body is actually another metal dragon?"

"Based on what I know about dragons, it's absolutely impossible." The elf shook his head resolutely, "A dragon may disguise itself as another creature, but it will never pretend to be a dragon of another race. Pride never allows them to do that." Behavior like that."

"Okay." Lancelot nodded disappointedly, "Let's go back to the original topic, why is the white dragon the weakest of the chromatic dragons?"

"First of all, the intelligence of the white dragon is significantly lower than that of other true dragons. Even an adult white dragon has no more intelligence than..." the elf glanced at Brutal next to him, "our dwarf friend is smarter."

"Hahaha, it's funny." Brutal replied blankly, "Go on, their weakness must not just be their brains, right? Because I have a bad brain, I saved your poor ass a lot... "

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