Chapter 867 - 844 Crusader
Chapter 867 -844 Crusader
“Uh… just kidding, why are you suddenly so serious?”
“Because it could be a sign of something bad.” Kalalin replied very seriously, “After all, we’ve been in the Abyss for so long, we’re bound to be affected a bit, like… madness. Another possibility is that your Warhammer has been contaminated by too much Fiend filth, which carries strong Magic Power. So if it happens to awaken Spiritual Intelligence by chance, it’s probably not a good thing… In short, be careful, understand?”
“Got it, got it…” Bruto brought the hammerhead closer to his face, “Baby, I know you won’t fall, right?”
“Barring any surprises, the Lich’s army will arrive at the Gatutcik Mountains later.” Lancelot continued to answer the Dwarf’s earlier question, “Once the battle starts, the Lich and the Prince of Lies will have no other concerns, that will be the time to act. So for now, we just wait for Soveris’ message. According to yesterday’s plan, we first sneak in, then the followers of the Raven Queen will launch a feint attack on the outskirts to draw the guards’ attention… that side is already arranged, right, Tanya?”
“…Huh?” The Half-elf responded like a child called out by the teacher, “Sorry, I spaced out earlier… what did you ask me?”
“The feint attack, is it arranged?” Lancelot looked at the Half-elf with some concern, “Are you okay? You’ve been uneasy since this morning…”
“Don’t worry, it’s all arranged.” Tanya took a deep breath, “I’m just… a bit anxious, you know.”
“Don’t put too much pressure on yourself.” Lancelot gently shook his head, “Once we’re inside, you’ll surely have an inspiration…”
“But what if I don’t?” the Half-elf replied tremblingly, “What if I can never understand the revelation from the mentor and can’t find a way to summon her, will we lose everything?”
“Don’t worry, that won’t happen.” Lancelot gave the Half-elf two heavy pats on the back, “But if you really can’t summon the woman behind you, then you’ll have to summon mine…”
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Bobby clung tightly to the tree trunk, making sure he wouldn’t fall off, while his old buddy Terry mirrored him on the other side. Below them was the seemingly endless Undead army, their pale skulls resembling waves on a river, seemingly never-ending. Bobby felt like a cat trapped in a flood, a moment’s inattention could drown him.