The knight in the abyss

Chapter 783 Someone is waiting for me

"As the Lord of the Demon Realm, Peyton Derek has never appeared again?" Lancelot was really surprised at this moment, "Could it be that...those hags stole the position of the Lord of the Demon Realm and became this The real owner of this piece of land?"

"My personal opinion? Yes, although the word master is not very appropriate." Soveris sighed deeply, "It is not long after that that the dead can reappear, naked in the forest hungry wolves scorned the fresh flesh. Now the accursed land has become a prison in which we mortals are the prisoners, while the hags push their The trolley peddled loudly, exchanging false happiness and relief for the depravity of the souls of the prisoners. According to our observations, ordinary people can indeed be resurrected after unnatural death, but if his soul has already fallen, maybe the next time he dies will bring about the true end, disappearing from the land forever."

"You don't need to think about it, you know, that kind of death is by no means a relief." Karaline said, "Hags are the biggest soul dealers in the lower planes, they sell human-faced worms transformed from evil souls, and both sides in the bloody battle are The buyers. Demons and demons need these raw materials that can be transformed into lesser demons to keep the war machine called blood war running..."

"What about Raven Town?" Lancelot said softly, "How did you survive in this environment?"

"In the first few years, we had a fierce conflict with the hag, and of course there was no suspense - we were no match at all. The town was overwhelmed by endless undead creatures, and the clansmen who died in the battle could not be resurrected... ...This is one of the reasons why I am convinced that hags are the real masters of the Demon Realm."

"and after?"

"The remaining clansmen hid in the forest, licking their wounds like wild beasts, and slowly regaining their strength." The brown-haired elf picked up the wine glass and took a big gulp of beer. The determined, the unyielding, joined. At last, ten years after the fall of Crowtown, we have retaken our homeland..."

"What about those hags? Don't they care?"

"They didn't care at that time." Soveris shook his head with a wry smile. "The reality is that as long as they want to, they can take everything away at any time. So since then we have been very low-key and never talked to the hag. Any open conflict is only secretly helping innocent people who strayed into this place."

"Based on what I just saw, the townspeople seem to be living a self-sufficient life."

"Yeah, our walls provide a false sense of security, allowing the townspeople to pretend to live in a remote town...other than praying that some god notices the multiverse in this dirty corner."

"You mentioned prayer." Aramir said again, "What is the state of faith here? Whose name do people say when they pray?"

"No one, or anyone." Soveris glanced at his compatriots, "Your shield... If I remember correctly, it should be the emblem of Sune?"

"Yes." Aramiel raised her head proudly, "As the spokesperson of the fire-haired lady, it is my responsibility to spread the true meaning of love and beauty in the multiverse..."

"It seems that your belief is very firm, that's good." Soveris showed a strange smile on his face, "But because the gods have not responded for a long time, people here have gradually forgotten the names of the gods. But , There are also some people who insist on their beliefs, for example, I still remember the whispers of the father of the oak tree, and the shadow spirits also know that they will eventually return to the hall of the Raven Queen, and show the lady their suffering in this life..."

"What about death?" Lancelot asked calmly, "Does anyone worship gods related to death?"

"Gods related to death? Are they here?" Soveris wanted to laugh a little, but he noticed Lancelot's serious expression, "During Peyton Derek's reign, people were rightfully afraid of Melkor, but That's a thing of the past. In fact, a belief in Peyton himself has recently become popular among mortals, that the king who no longer appears is the only true god who can bring them relief. By the way, it is said that the wolf king's lair The baroness of the church is the main patron of the Peyton Church, if that's what you want to ask?"

"That's useful, thanks."

Lancelow nodded, but he was still a little disappointed. He actually wanted to hear about Cyric, but it seemed that the Prince of Lies preferred to hide behind the scenes and control everything.

"Then, Sir Lancelot, it's my turn to ask questions." Soveris put down his wine glass and wiped the froth from the corner of his mouth. "What is your impression of Crow Town? Are you interested in joining us?"

"I love this place, it's beautiful, and I agree with the way you guys do things..."

"but?"

"However, there are still people waiting for me to go back."

"I recognize the tone... a woman?"

"Yes."

"She must be very pretty."

"It's worth risking your life."

"Okay." Soveris leaned back weakly, "I don't doubt your ability, sir, but I have experienced similar conversations many times, and since they walked into the forest of the hag , never came back..."

"We won't go directly to the hag." Lancelot shook his head. "In the Jiaqituk Mountains to the south, there is an ancient temple. Do you know that place?"

"An ancient temple?" The brown-haired elf frowned and thought for a while, then said hesitantly, "I don't remember any place like a religious place there, but there is an entrance to an ancient tomb, because it is full of undead creatures, so We've never explored in depth..."

"Really? What does the entrance to that ancient tomb look like?"

"A giant stone sculpture of a skeleton embedded in a cliff, the entrance is the eye socket on the left side... Judging by your expressions, I got it right? Who told you about this location?"

"The lady in the wolf king's lair."

"Be careful, she is a very powerful spellcaster, she must have some special purpose... When are you going to leave?"

"When I finish this glass of wine." Lancelow shook his half-empty glass, "It's still a long way from here..."

"Well, it's quite a long way to go." Soveris looked at Lancelot, and then at the other people who had accelerated their eating speed, "Are any of you afraid of heights?"

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