The knight in the abyss

Chapter 853

"We remember who you are." The guard interrupted the mynah impatiently, and looked suspiciously at Lancelot and his party following behind, "Why are there so many people here?"

"Because Lady Saint came here in person." Danks introduced proudly, "This is Miss Elizabeth, the emissary who was blessed by Lord Kelemvor, the Lord of the Dead, and the others are..."

"Her entourage." Lancelow said, "responsible for protecting the safety of the young lady."

The guard's eyes only stayed on Lancelot for a moment, and then moved away quickly.The human knight's priceless full-body plate armor made of fine gold has been blown into countless pieces. He is now wearing a set of dirty iron ring armor, which looks like an ordinary mercenary. This temporary equipment has also been inspected and processed by dwarf craftsmen, and there is absolutely no problem in terms of performance.

"That's it, you heard it." Danks turned around. "So, I guess your boss is in there, right? How is he feeling now?"

"It's getting worse." One of the guards said, with an indescribable exhaustion in his voice, "If you can really do what you promised before, then hurry in."

"Of course, dear Bobby, you're just waiting to witness a miracle..."

"Damn it, shut up, you're giving me a headache!" Another guard took out his dagger viciously and shook it in front of the chattering arakkoa, "If you keep making such noise, I'll dig out your tongue !"

"Uh...ok...of course...no problem..." Danks was taken aback, his voice stammered a bit, but when he turned his head and saw Lancelot standing behind him expressionlessly, his heart quickly calmed down Come down, "So, gentlemen, we're in, see you later..."

Lancelow silently followed, not even bothering to give the two villains a warning look, and his companions did the same - when the lion walked by, no matter how provocative the ants on the roadside were, the king of beasts would not need to respond.Even for Kara Lin, with his skills that Lancelow has repeatedly practiced, it is more than enough to deal with an ordinary human bully.

There are no windows in the barn, and there are many lighted candles in the corners, but their thin candles are faltering under the siege of darkness.In the barn was a large thatched bed, on which lay a strong figure.After getting closer, Brutal suddenly spat viciously, as if he saw something extremely disgusting.

The reason was simple—the one lying on that thatched bed was an orc with green skin, a broad nose, and fangs growing from the corner of his mouth, and dwarves and orcs had always been incompatible.In addition, the orc had a gray, lifeless eyeball in one eye socket, apparently blind, which made him look even more terrifying.

In addition to that strange eye, there are more disturbing features on the orc's body - his neck is covered with tumors the size of quail eggs, as if he has been stung by many poisonous bees; There is a strange bulge in the middle, like a toad lying on his heart, trembling slightly with the heartbeat; his lower body is covered by the sheet, but the soles of his feet exposed are as big as a dwarf's head, and It has completely turned purple-black, like a tumor growing on the trunk of a locust tree.

Just looking at the orc and feeling his pain, there is no doubt that being trapped in a body like that is a terrible torture.Despite this, others can still feel the powerful strength from his rock-like muscles, and Lancelow also thinks of a special kind of demon-a monstrosity whose whole body is highly distorted but still extremely brutal.

As an outer creature, the demon's body and its "essence" are combined into one, and death means complete destruction. Therefore, despite being tortured to the point of insanity, the demon will live with it and seize every opportunity to vent it but for mortals with a dual nature of body and soul, death is indeed the last way of liberation, though most of the time no one thinks about it.

Only in this land, even this last road is blocked.

The orc might have been a fighter once, but Lancelot knew he had been defeated, and more importantly, he had accepted it himself.

Four unfriendly-looking gang members serve at the orc's bedside, but they're clearly not very professional, and there's really not much they can do.One of them quickly walked over here, and said in an impatient tone:

"Who are you? What Kelemvor's emissary?"

"I am." This time it was Little Isa who spoke up, with a slightly nervous voice, "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

"That's none of your business, just do what you have to do, and let our boss rest in peace quickly - the real kind of rest, as your people said before."

"I... will give him a gift." Little Isa nodded, "But there are still some necessary procedures... Please step aside, I need to talk to the benefactor."

"He's yours now." The visitor stepped back happily, but still added another sentence, "Don't blame me for not reminding you, although the boss is like this, it is more than enough to crush you, a little girl."

"I know what I'm doing."

Little Isa replied calmly, took a light breath, and walked to the orc's bed, where there was a chair that had just been vacated, while Lancelot followed silently.The orc straightened up, looked past the little girl, and stared at Lancelot with his good eye, as if he saw an opponent worthy of a fight.However, Lancelot did not respond to this provocation. He lowered his gaze and rested his sister's shoulder lightly.

"Hello, my name is Elizabeth, the messenger of the lord of the dead, Lord Kelanvor." Little Isa spoke softly, with a special rhythm in her words, like the bell calling a wanderer home, "Excuse me 'Olga the Terrible, son of Aldor the Hammerbeater, Chief of the Bloodaxe tribe?"

"You... how do you know my father's name?" The orc's eyes widened instantly, "I never told anyone..."

"In front of Lord Kelemvor, the dead have no secrets." Little Isa said calmly, "At your request, I brought a gift... Have you changed your mind now?"

"..." The orc remained silent, as if unwilling to expose his fragility to others, but the lump on his chest twitched suddenly, taking away his remaining dignity.

"Do it." The orc lay back on the bed trembling, "End my torture..."

"I'm afraid I'll have to wait a little longer." Little Isa shook her head, "I have other questions to ask... I noticed your eyes. You believe in Gruumsh, the orc god of storm and war, yes Is it?"

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