The knight in the abyss

Chapter 854

Hearing that name, not only the dwarves Brutal and Barend, but even Aramir, who has always been elegant, showed disgust.

As we all know, Gruumsh was poked blind in one eye during the battle with Corellon, the father of elves. Therefore, this orc god would always instigate his people to attack the settlements of elves.They would burn forests, destroy cities, and level everything that had anything to do with elves.However, the elves never regarded the orcs as opponents worthy of equal treatment, but some kind of unpleasant environment, similar to fetid swamps, or dangerous volcanoes, and chose to settle in areas as far away from orc clans as possible.

In addition to elves, orcs also have conflicts with almost all intelligent races, and the root cause is the competition for living space.According to legends of the orc shamans, when the lottery was drawn to distribute the territories of the various races in the world, the gods of the elves, humans, dwarves, and other races deceived Gruumsh by tricks, and divided the forests, plains, and mountains in private. As for nothing left for the orc god.For this reason, Gruumsh is always driving his people to wage war on those races that have 'stolen' the fertile land whenever they have the opportunity.This trait met a dwarf who could engrave hatred for generations, and the result was self-evident.

"Gruumsh...betrayed me!" The orc on the sickbed showed an angry expression, "He promised us that as long as he always fought bravely, ferociously, and never-endingly in life, then after death You can join his army and enjoy eternal life and inexhaustible enemies. I did everything he asked, and I gave one of my eyes, but what did I get? Forgotten in this damn place, covered in blood Rotten, foul-smelling, vomit..."

A large cloud of black blood suddenly spewed out from the mouth of the beast, and it showed no intention of avoiding the person in front of it.However, when he finished vomiting, he found that the chair in front of him was empty, and the figure of the girl sitting on it had disappeared.

"I understand your anger." Little Isa's voice sounded again, and the orc turned his head violently, only to find that the girl was already standing on the other side of him, "But I want to remind you, it's because of the curse on this land. Ush can't know anything about you, and he can't pick up your soul after you die. Therefore, you have not been abandoned by Gruumsh, but for him, you have disappeared from his vision."

As soon as little Isa's words came out, all the partners showed a look of surprise.She was obviously Kelemvor's emissary, but she was defending Gruumsh, which was beyond everyone's expectations.

"Why are you telling me this?" The orc had a puzzled expression on his face, "I thought...you wanted me to believe in your god, as a price for liberation..."

"Klanvor, the Lord of the Dead, is the judge of the soul, but he will never use his authority to snatch believers from other gods." Little Isa explained calmly, "When you stand in front of the Lord of the Dead, if you To lose faith in the gods, even through misunderstanding or deceit, would be considered a hypocrite... and Lord Kelemvor does not want that to happen."

"What you said...is it true?" The orc straightened his upper body again, "Will Gruumsh still accept me?"

"The One-eyed God's army in Shura Field is always recruiting more recruits." Little Isa nodded, "to continue his never-ending war with Magnubiya."

"Oh, Gruumsh!" The orc raised his hands excitedly, and roared in a frenzied, Jadisli voice: "Crush the heads of those goblin bastards!"

As soon as his last words left his throat, little Isa's dagger was inserted into the back of the orc's head as fast as lightning.Death came so quickly, like a candle that was blown out suddenly by the wind, it also made the orc's final expression freeze in that fanatical demeanor.

"The gift has arrived." The girl supported the back of the orc and gently let him lie down again, "May you be free."

Lancelot noticed that when the little vampire pulled out the dagger, there was not even a drop of blood left in the wound.

"Okay, the ceremony is over here." The little girl breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to look at the other guards standing aside, "Are you going to bury his body?"

At this moment, the door of the barn was suddenly pushed open, and two guards who had just met ran in in a panic.

"It's not good!" One of them shouted loudly, "There are a lot of undead soldiers outside, and we are surrounded!"

"What?" Brutal, who was originally sitting on a crate, jumped up, "Why..."

"Sit back, Brutal." Lancelot said suddenly, "There are no undead, this is just a trap."

"Ah?" The young dwarf blinked in confusion, "There are no undead? Then why is it called a trap?"

The two guards were also taken aback, subconsciously looking at the man who urged little Isa to act quickly after entering the house.

"...How did you know?" The man who was betrayed by his accomplice took a step back, holding the gleaming dagger in his hand, "Or, did you see it from the beginning?"

"You have a special stench." Lancelot folded his hands on his chest, showing no intention of drawing his sword. "Besides, if there were really undead around, we would have received an alarm."

"Hmph, it doesn't matter, you all have to die anyway." A distorted smile appeared on the man's face, "It just takes a little more effort..."

Accompanied by the metal rubbing sound of sharp knives being unsheathed, the six gangsters pulled out their weapons, but Lancelow remained unmoved, and even showed a sarcastic smile on his face.

"Don't worry, gentlemen." Not only was he not nervous at all, he even pulled out a chair and sat down, "We also have six people, and your numbers are not dominant. Before you do anything, why don't you explain why?" Do you want to do this?"

"Is there anything to explain, the king wants your lives, that's enough. As for the number, I'm afraid... you miscalculated!"

The man let out a loud roar and threw something violently, but in Lancelot's eyes, the other's movement was as slow as an old woman getting out of a carriage, and after seeing clearly what the other was about to throw, he felt There is no need to stop it.

It was a slender glass bottle filled with some kind of purple-black liquid.The bottle shattered against the orc's still-warm corpse, and the liquid inside splashed out instantly.

"Hahahaha, rise up, warriors of the king! Crush these enemies!"

Nothing happened, and the room fell into an embarrassing silence for a brief moment.

"...Boss, boss, what's the situation?" Another guard trembled, "Didn't you say that the boss's body will become your puppet?"

"Is this your hole card?" Little Isa stretched out her finger, dipped some of the purple-black potion, put it in front of her nose and smelled it, "Negative energy essence...want to turn the corpse blessed by the Lord of the Dead into a Zombies with arbitrary control?"

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