The knight in the abyss

Chapter 667 Conversation with the Dead

Lancelot entered the world of shadows. This feeling is very strange. The surrounding scenes have turned into black, white and gray colors, and they are stacked together in a very special way, as if the original world has always been contained in a huge In the fish tank, he suddenly went out of the fish tank, and turned into a shadow with only area but no height.

This strange state only lasted for a very short time, and Lancelow deftly let himself pass through a narrow crack and enter a wider space.The color of the surrounding environment quickly recovered, and he also regained his three-dimensional form, together with the monster monkey girl who was being pulled by him - the latter was tightly covering his mouth with the other hand, and his eyes were staring like As big as an egg.

Lancelot put an index finger in front of his lips, signaling his companion to keep quiet. The monkey monster quickly recovered from his surprise and nodded to him, indicating that he understood.

The two turned their heads to look at the space they were in, and found that it seemed to be the inside of a watchtower. There were windows made of obsidian on the surrounding stone walls, and they could roughly see the outside scene. Did not see any abnormalities in the obsidian city wall.The top of the watchtower is also completely covered by obsidian, but it will definitely not be able to withstand the full blow of Balor, provided that it can fly to that height, and it knows the internal structure of the volcano fortress, and knows where to attack.

Lancelot quickly confirmed that there were no devils nearby, but there were traces of intruders everywhere—the walls were sprayed with dark red blood that hadn't completely turned black, and the air was filled with the stench of rotting corpses.On their left, on the ground near the exit, lay the shattered corpses of two monstrosities, and on their right was a small desk, on which lay a tiefling with an arrow stuck in his back.

The arrow seemed to be entirely made of brass, as thick as a thumb, and the person who fired it had excellent skills, accurately piercing the victim's heart.Lancelot noticed that the tiefling's lower right leg was a metal prosthesis, apparently the result of an accident long ago, unrelated to his murderer last night.

"I didn't see any enemies on the street outside." Jing carefully retreated from the exit and reported to him softly, "Can we let the others out?"

Lancelot nodded, untied the dimensional bag at his waist and put it on the ground, then reached into the magic container and pulled out his partners one by one.

"Ha! Lancelot, you did a good job in this bag!" Brutal greeted Lancelot with a smile, then turned his head and said to the half-elf who was still in a daze, "What did I say, Lance Si Luo can definitely handle it!"

"Keep your voice down, this is an area controlled by the enemy." Lancelot looked at the dwarf helplessly, "That bag is little Isa's bedroom, you didn't mess it up for me, did you?"

"Don't worry, except for accidentally sitting on a chair, everything inside is normal, and I have already repaired it! The hammer is really a good thing, it can be used as a weapon as well as a tool..." The dwarf sniffed heavily, " Damn, it smells terrible in here. What's that, a tiefling?"

"The dead tiefling should be a non-combatant." Tanya moved the corpse away, revealing the parchment under his body, "This is... the abyss text, can any of you understand this? ?”

"Let me see..." Aramiel leaned forward, "...On the second day of the siege, I observed a Baatezu army of about 3000 people leaving and heading towards the east of Shuangqiao Town. The leader was a deep prisoner. Demon refining... the back part is stained with blood, and it can no longer be seen clearly. This tiefling should be a clerk, recording the information that can be seen in the watchtower. This kind of thing can't be done by ordinary demons , the devil who did it is not willing to do such a trivial thing."

"Vesuvius didn't mention that there are still civilians in the city." Lancelot's expression was a little ugly, "Aramir, can you get him to speak? Maybe we can get some useful information."

"No problem, just a moment."

The elf priest first turned the corpse over so that it looked like it was sitting on a chair, and then took out a small stub of candle from the pouch containing the spell-casting materials at his waist, lit it and placed it at the foot of the corpse.After finishing his preparations, he grasped his own shield bearing the emblem of Sune, and began to chant the mysterious spell in a low voice.

As the spell was completed, the smoke from the candles swirled in a supernatural fashion until they all ended up in the corpse's nose.Lancelot was very sure that something had returned to the corpse, and in the next moment, the eyelids of the corpse suddenly opened, looking blankly ahead with a pair of unfocused eyes.

"…Hello…"

It is obviously not easy to speak with stiff and cold lungs. The voice of the deceased sounds distant, hollow and full of echoes, as if in a deep cave.Aramir nodded to Lancelot, indicating that he could start asking questions, and at the same time shook his open palm, indicating that he could ask a total of five questions.

"Who are you?" Lancelot thought for a while, and decided to start with the most basic questions.

"Amnon...Pek...the clerk of Volcanic Castle..."

"Who killed you, and the two monster guards at the door?"

"A devil...an ogre...as strong...with a halberd...and a crossbow..."

"How many civilians like you are there in Volcano Fortress?"

"...hundreds...can't...fight...can't...leave..."

"After the enemy breaks through the city, is there any place for them to hide?"

"...to the west... Lord Wu'an...the temple...underground..."

Everyone looked at each other silently, confirming that they had heard this important information.The elf priest shook his finger at Lancelow, reminding him that there was only one last question left, but Lancelow shook his head, indicating that he had nothing left to ask.

"Let me ask one." Brutal shrugged, "Do you have anything else important?"

"...pocket...in the jacket..."

After answering the last question, the corpse's face quickly turned gray, and its body fell back weakly, the energy that maintained its activities was completely exhausted.Brutal sighed, stepped forward and put his hand into the other's coat, and soon touched something special.

"What is this? A letter?" The dwarf waved the rectangular envelope to the crowd. "Obviously this is very important to him, but it is of no use to us, or I'd better put the letter back..."

"Wait a minute, that's..." Something on the envelope caught Lancelow's attention, and he grabbed the dwarf's wrist, "The sign of Twinbridge Town?"

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