The knight in the abyss

Chapter 524 Arrive at the foot of the mountain
"What do you think I'm doing?" Lancelot sighed, "I've fallen to the point where I even kill women, don't you think I'm going to have a fair duel with dragons?"

"If you ask me, there is a problem with your principle, as if women are inherently weaker than men." Brutal squinted at Lancelot, "Those drow men will be happy to discuss this topic with you."

"Speaking of which, the Finser trolls we may encounter ahead are a race of strong females and weak males." Old Leip who had been squatting aside silently eating meat suddenly said, "Their females are bigger and stronger. Stronger, the head of the household, while the male has to work hard to prove his worth so as not to be pushed out by the female."

"Are Finser trolls afraid of flames just like ordinary trolls?" Lancelot asked curiously, "Our weapons all have flame-related enchantments..."

"No, Finse trolls are not afraid of fire, they are closer in blood to giants than ordinary trolls. What they fear is the sun, and they will turn to stone in direct sunlight, so you will only fight at night and Encountered this kind of creature in the cave." The werewolf shrugged and said with a mouth full of flesh, "They are definitely not as difficult to deal with as a dragon, but they always appear in plural, and they are very good at using spells. In addition, As close relatives of giants, their strength cannot be underestimated, and they can throw stones quite accurately..."

"I seem to have heard of this kind of creature..." Kara Lin frowned, "It is said that they are the aborigines of the Joseph Garden plane, and they are not inherently evil creatures. How did they come to the abyss?"

"It is said that this tribe did something blasphemous and fled here with Swafnir." The werewolf shrugged, "They are actually the minions of the ancient white dragon, hunting food for it, Robbery of treasure. If we ever try to get close to Swafnir's lair, we're sure to run into these guys."

"But we have to go to that place." Lancelot said with a sullen face, "If those Finser trolls treat us as targets of robbery, they will be the ones who will be unlucky."

"Ha! Of course, don't ask me if my hammer agrees!" Brutal patted his weapon, "That... elf, tell us about the dragon again..."

"No problem, the night is still long!" Aramiel handed over the empty wine glass again, "Let's start with the black dragon among the colored dragons..."

They talked late that night, so it was close to noon when they set off the next day.Although the mountain where the white dragon's lair was located was already in sight, it seemed only a little closer after a day of running wildly on the sled.The next day was much the same, but at dusk the crowd saw the dragon in flight for the first time.

They had found the cave where they had camped, and had just lit the fire, when suddenly there was a loud, wild roar in the sky.The sound forced everyone to pull out their weapons subconsciously, and then Pu ran to the edge of the hole and looked out.

I saw a white dragon stretching its wings and gliding past high in the sky, holding a large beast in its claws.Even though the giant dragon is about the size of a fist from where everyone is looking, the huge leather wings, the scales that reflect the sun, and the ferocious head are still full of oppression. Doubt their status as land overlords.

"This is not the dragon we saw in Moradin's temple." Lancelot squinted his eyes, looking at the details of the giant beast's body, "It looks...younger, could it be Swafni Er's child?"

"A male adult white dragon, about four hundred years old." Aramir announced to everyone, "The beast in its prime... probably is a heir of the ancient white dragon, otherwise an adult dragon is unlikely Operating in another, older, similar territory."

"So Swafnir just sent a son to guard his lair?" Brutal asked curiously, "Isn't it afraid of... guarding itself?"

"Maybe it has some other anti-theft measures for its treasure." Lancelow shrugged, "We will find out."

The white dragon flew away little by little, and finally became only the size of a grain of rice, and disappeared into the cave at the top of the peak.

"We are already very close to the White Dragon's lair." Old Leip, who had been silently estimating the distance, said, "We will be able to reach the foot of that mountain at noon tomorrow at the most."

"Have a good rest tonight." Lancelot waved his hand, "Those Finser trolls probably won't be particularly hospitable, and it may be a bit difficult to convince them to agree to our passage..."

"Remember to use a hammer." The dwarf suggested, "persuasion is very good."

At dawn the next day, everyone set off early.The way of travel is still wolves pulling sleds, and as they get closer to the mountain peak, the weather obviously becomes worse-gale winds, snowstorms, hail, freezing rain, these supernatural phenomena are completely in line with the scene described by the elf priest.

The harsh environment also disrupted the aura of the surrounding world, seriously damaging Lancelot's spiritual sensing ability.Everyone was on high alert, always ready for battle, but the polar beasts that used to attack travelers disappeared one after another, and Aramiel was sure that this was another phenomenon near the dragon's lair.

When they reached the foot of the mountain, the blizzard was so heavy that it was almost impossible to walk. In such an environment, climbing to the entrance of the Dragon's Nest on the top of the mountain was definitely a suicide act. Fortunately, they found the entrance of a cave without much effort. Brutal just stood inside and sniffed, and he was sure that there was a huge network of tunnels connected inside.

Everyone arranged their equipment and walked towards the depths of the cave in a battle formation.The passage here is quite spacious, probably because the Finser troll that excavated it is relatively large.There are occasional glowing fungi in the tunnel, but they are not enough to provide effective lighting. Fortunately, only Karalin in the whole team can't see in the dark (Lancelo is too lazy to pretend to be a normal person), and a second-level spell night Vision can solve this problem.

Lancelot and Brutal walked side by side at the front of the team, while little Isa followed closely, keeping an eye out for any possible traps and traps.Walking in the middle of the team was the combination of spellcasters Karalin and Aramiel, and the werewolf old Rip was in the back.The task Lancelow gave him was to start sneaking as soon as the battle started, stay in the dark to protect the two spellcasters, and don't expose himself easily unless necessary.

The people walked hundreds of feet along the winding tunnel without encountering any fork, but after a nearly vertical corner, they and the owner of this place suddenly met unexpectedly.

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