The knight in the abyss

Chapter 787 Missionaries

After the dust settled, the partners reunited to discuss the situation of the battle just now.

"Do you think that the undead creatures here seem to be extraordinarily strong?" Brutal leaned on a pillar and said pantingly, "The attack of ordinary skeletons is similar to that of a little squirrel throwing pine nuts at me, but just now A guy smashed my shield with a bone hammer, and half of my body was numb from the shock, I'm afraid this strength has caught up with the Berserker Demon..."

"This is indeed the case." Aramir agreed while bandaging Karalin, "As a priest in the field of life, I can feel that they have extremely strong negative energy. Even if I used the channeling power just now, the effect may be great. discount."

"That kind of fireball is not right." Kara Lin said with a dark face.Aramir's magic can restore his life, but it can't restore his blackened skin, "In the name of the goddess of magic, I'm sure those burning heads have risen at least two levels when casting spells. Fortunately, they I don’t know about cloud of death or swarm of pestilence, otherwise you should put back the life spell on me now..."

"Because this is a temple of the Lord of the Dead." Little Isa suddenly said, "I can feel that there is still a divine power in the realm of death here, and all undead creatures will be strengthened...including me."

"Is that so..." Lancelow looked at little Isa with a strange expression, "Speaking of which, are you now... the chosen one of Death?"

"I don't know either." The little girl curled her lips, "But I do have a lot of knowledge about the field of death in my mind..."

"I'm familiar with this kind of situation." Lancelot chuckled, "That knowledge should be very helpful to your battle, right?"

"Well, just now I found that I can immediately identify the types of these undead, and at the same time recall what their weaknesses are... and other things, about Kelemvor's teachings, holy days, and what it takes to be a junior god of death Rituals and responsibilities to master, including destroying evil undead creatures. It feels really weird, like... like... like a mouse is forced to work for a cat... bro, you know what I mean ?”

"Probably understand." Lancelow nodded with a bit of laughter, "To a certain extent, there is a cat behind you to support you, and you can walk sideways in front of other mice in the future... You said just now, there are many things in your mind. Have you learned a lot about the realm of death? So about Melkor, what can you tell us?"

"Melkor..." Little Isa showed a thoughtful expression on her face, "I only know that many former priests of Melkor have joined Kelemvor's church..."

"I've heard about this." The elf priest who is an expert in theology said, "When Cyric replaced Melkor, the priests of Melkor accepted this change calmly. In their own words, but It was the god who changed its name, and then drew a circle of purple light around the original skull emblem. It was the same when changing from Cyric to Kelemvor. The reason may be that the three gods of death are not different in essence. And they all appointed Jergal as their manager and assistant to help them perform their duties..."

"No, no, there's a big difference!" Little Isa immediately retorted, "Mirkor emphasized the horror of death, and mortals should be afraid of death, and he also disliked resurrection-like magic spells, and forbade his priests to use them; Lanvor emphasized the justice of death. Mortals should regard death as a part of life, representing the end of the old and the beginning of the new, and should not be regarded as a punishment. Kelemvor does not object to resurrection-like magic, and at the same time Church personnel are also prohibited from spreading death and destruction, and instead are required to help people die with dignity when they are destined to die..."

"That's great!" Aramir couldn't help applauding, "You sound like a qualified preacher, if I hadn't found my own god, I would have been persuaded by you... "

"Uh, is there?" The expression on the little vampire's face was a bit reluctant, "I just...know...and agree with these points..."

"It is because of your consent that He chose you." A mysterious smile appeared on the face of the elf priest. "This is how God chooses his spokesperson. In fact, it is not as mysterious as people say."

"What about Cyric?" Lancelot asked curiously, "How does he view death?"

"The creed of the Prince of Lies is that he can do anything for power and status. He superficially regards death as a tool to realize his ambitions, rather than a necessary, significant, and important matter that should be taken seriously in the multiverse." Little Vampire There was a disgusted expression on his face, "Compared to Him, Melkor is like a newborn baby. The only bad thing he can do is to pull poop on the crib."

"Wonderful metaphor, is this also instilled in you by Kelemvor?"

"Uh..." Little Isa blushed instantly, "...it should be."

"It must be like that." Lancelow shrugged, "So, this is a temple of Melkor, where Peyton Derek learned the secret of transforming into a lich... The time can also be matched, he became The lich predates Cyric's death, which makes sense. Do you have anything else to discover?"

"I also have some... small discoveries that may not be useful." Tanya on the side also said, "There are four stone pillars here, and there should be sixteen gargoyle statues in total, but I only found fourteen. Two are gone."

"You mean, these gargoyles can actually be activated?" Lancelot frowned, "I was also worried about this before, but the battle just now was the best time for them to participate in the battle, and now I can't feel them the breath of any living thing..."

"Gargoyles are elemental creatures, can you feel that too?" The half-elf widened his eyes in surprise, "Not every gargoyle statue in the ruins can move, only a few of them are really mixed in ordinary stone statues To confuse the enemy. My guess is that those two vacancies are where the real gargoyle originally hid, but they have been destroyed in the previous battle. Before us, someone must have been here..."

"Could it be someone sent by the baroness? Just didn't tell us?" Little Isa asked curiously.

"It's possible. Look at the stone door. Those who came before probably failed to open it, and the bones we fought just now may belong to them." Lancelot turned to look at the dwarf, "What about you, Brutal ? Did you find something like a door opening mechanism just now?"

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