Chapter 797 - 808: Knowing Nothing at All
"What I’m more concerned about is why this monster appeared here? Those two ghosts that popped out of the stones didn’t mention it…" Bruto picked up a stone from the ground and viciously threw it at the giant skeleton head, "Little Ysa, they couldn’t have been lying to you, could they? I remember Milko and Cranvo were also enemies, weren’t they?"
"That’s impossible…" Little Ysa’s expression looked extremely wronged, "The markings on their bodies were clear, servants who obey the Lord of the Dead, and they also responded to my summons. There’s no reason for them to deceive me…"
"Then what’s going on here?" Bruto’s tone was quite rude due to his father’s injuries, "Is this some kind of prank left by the former Lord of the Dead?"
"I don’t think so." Kalalin’s voice was the first to sound, with his figure appearing in the air moments later, "In the legends, Milko indeed had a vast number of undead servants, but there was never any mention of the Dead-Eye Tyrant. Eye Demons are creatures of immense pride, they don’t even regard gods highly, so it’s hard to believe that this was arranged by the former Lord of the Dead…"
"Is there a possibility that this monster was actually placed here by someone else?" Lancelot Morassa stroked his chin, slowly saying to his companions, "Those two ghostly guards also mentioned that the last ones who opened the stone gate were a group of old hags, which should refer to the witches. Since the witches have a way to open the stone gate, they surely know how to activate this altar. If the witches do not wish for that stone gate to be opened again, it’s very likely they made some arrangements here."
"Hmm… You make sense there," Bruto exhaled a foul breath, "Regardless, we need to have a serious talk with those two who gave us false military intelligence, I want to hear how they plan to explain themselves. Let’s go, we’ll do it now!"
Bruto sprung up, trying to sit up from the ground, but his vision darkened and he thudded back down.
"Er…" The Dwarf awkwardly propped up his upper body, "I might… need to rest a bit. Shouldn’t take too long…"
"Not just you, all of us need to rest." Alamir looked at Lancelot, "How about a short rest for an hour? I can perform some time-consuming divine rituals, so everyone can recover as much as possible…"
"Okay." Lancelot nodded, "I’m still alright, I’ll take the watch duty."