Book 8: Chapter 61: Farewell
“Why are there so many undead? Is this a trap set for us?” Philip turned and glared angrily at Bonnie.
“Philip, calm down. This isn’t specifically prepared for us.” Robin’s pretty face was stern as she murmured, “The situation the Amnian cavalry encountered back then wasn’t much different from ours now. The undead’s intention to not let information leak has never changed. They probably did their best back then, but still failed to intercept Bonnie and the others…”
“Robin, do you think these undead, like us, just arrived recently?” Stark wore an expression of disbelief. Although he wasn’t clear about the nearby terrain, it had only been five or six hours since Bonnie escaped. It was hard to imagine how these undead came from the Twin Towers unless they could fly.
“Knight Bonnie, what was this valley originally used for?” Robin didn’t pay attention to Stark’s question. She grabbed Bonnie and asked urgently.
“This is just an abandoned place. Since the founding of Amn, no one has paid any attention to this valley!” Bonnie’s face was pale. He looked at the undead army before him and slowly drew the long sword at his waist. “Sorry, this time I got you into trouble. But I will try my best to help you break open a gap. Escape as many as you can. Just report the situation here to the nearby Amnian Guard.”
“Abandoned place?! Why call it an abandoned place, and not a wild valley? What was abandoned here?” Robin’s eyes lit up as she pressed on with her questions.
“Abandoned… I’m not too sure. I’ve only been here once before. There’s nothing inside except some ruins.” Bonnie said with a bitter smile. “I know what you’re thinking. However, those ruins aren’t a large structure, and there’s no underground part. It’s just some scattered stone platforms and steps. No one knows its purpose. It looks a bit like a small altar.”
“Altar? Can it be repaired?” A cool voice came from the group. Everyone turned to look and found it was the female knight Idria, who had always been somewhat aloof, a follower of Lady Loviatar.
“I didn’t say it’s an altar. I just said it looks a bit like one.” Bonnie sighed and continued, “The history of those ruins is very old. Hundreds of years? Thousands of years? Anyway, no one knows from which era the structure remains, and there are no records about it. Believe me, with that pile of scattered rocks, no one would know its original appearance. It’s impossible to repair.”