Chapter 164: Dorling (4)

It would be unfair to say that the priests still have no knowledge of this mansion that has devoured so many lives, and although the priests of Ilmot and Cranvo who are stranded here cannot leave Dorling, the people outside can still send in the messages they need - almost all the followers of the good gods were alarmed, and the white-robed people looked through almost all the temples, sanctuary and large libraries, except for Ilmot, Cranvo, Rosada, Beyond Tyre, the ranger's protector Suron and the followers of Ogmar, the god of knowledge, have all reached out to their aid, and some rangers and knights have tried to enter Dorin but have been denied, and any superfluous person could become a hidden scourge before the plague is swept away.

The records they had found, combined with the well-kept documents in the Dorin Archateum, had almost come to the conclusion that this seemingly ordinary mansion would have been chosen as the starting point for this terrible plague. The mansion belonged to an adventurer, who was not a mediocre man in the eyes of mortals, but his companions were so good that he was often buried in the splendor of his friends, and the bard only mentioned him at the end of each chapter of the psalm, when he sang each of them by name, so that, although the illustrious exploits he and his companions had accomplished were known to countless nobles, in the end only his companions were given titles and domains, and he received only a considerable sum of money that was considerable for an ordinary man, but a meagre sum for an outstanding warrior。

More than 300 years ago, the adventurer was not indignant at the unfair treatment he had suffered, he returned to his native town, called Dorling, built a fifteen-room house for himself and his family, and spent the rest of his life in peace and happiness - his children did not inherit his bravery and wisdom, but they had the estate and land he had acquired, and they had a regular income every year. So in the spirits, they can also be regarded as decent people with status and net worth. As time passed, they, and the rest of the Dorlings, had all but forgotten that there was a hero who had dared to fight the devils, giants, and the undead.

They forgot, the devil didn't.

Among the accounts that the priests found were long poems written for them by the bards at the king's request, as well as the rewards and written accounts they received from the temples and sanctuaries after completing their tasks—the accounts were not as interesting as the bards, but more truthful, for example, because of their ugly appearance and mediocre birth. In the ranks, he was unfortunate to be in the same profession as another companion of handsome appearance and noble birth, both of whom were warriors, and thus often overlooked by the bards, but his companions gave him the most fair evaluation, and in a record written by the mages in the ranks, it was clearly written that their simple companion had personally sent a demon back to the endless abyss.

As soon as the lich heard this story, he could already guess what was going to happen - demons and demons could not be completely killed by mortals, and if they were mortally wounded, they would only be sent back to the Endless Abyss. And at the very bottom of the Endless Abyss, he will be treated like an inferior demon, and he will not be able to return to the main material plane for a hundred years, and if he is a mid-level or high-level demon. There may be other demons or demons who take advantage of his weakness to kill him in order to gain his magical energy, wealth, and status, or his superiors, who will punish him with a lower rank. For the devil, both endings are unbearable and worthy of his curse and 10,000 times of plotting revenge on the perpetrators.

If it's the former, then the humans who sent him back to the Endless Abyss can be said to be lucky. But if it's the latter, then that human is the best target for revenge.

Some people may wonder, in a hundred years, except for some followers who are deeply favored and favored by the gods, as long as they are humans, they are afraid that they will not escape death, so how can the devil take revenge?

The devil will pour out his hatred and anger on the person's descendants and all things that concern the person.

The calamity of the Spirits is likely to be the work of a devil, full of patience and malice, and not forgetting to profit from it while taking revenge, and the lich does not know how many people have listened to the devil's inducement in the intimidation of the plague and the weakness of the body, and have consciously or unconsciously gone to evil, but there must be a lot of them, and it will be a rather heart-warming fortune - every soul that has fallen by a certain devil's plan will leave the mark of that devil, and there are relevant devils in the endless abyss to make statistics- Those who are more sensitive, intelligent, and bright-eyed than the most astute and intellect humans in the main material world.

And the priests, the devil loves to corrupt pure and immaculate souls, and as long as they are spellcasters, their souls contain much more magical energy than mortals.

The mansion had been inhabited by nearly twenty people before the catastrophe, seven masters and twelve servants, all of whom had now wandered aimlessly in the mourning wasteland, and the devil's tricks would inevitably make them sign contracts or do evil things before they died, and the survivors provided a little information. A woman who was accustomed to telling the story of what was wrong and playing with her tongue told the priests that among them were three brothers, the eldest of whom had been married to a good girl for about ten years, and had a lovely child, the youngest of whom was only thirteen years old, but who had become infatuated with a foreign prostitute, for whom they quarreled and beat each other more than once, and who scrambled to give all the money in the family in exchange for the favor of the beautiful woman.

Their parents were worried, and the eldest son's wife was in tears day and night, but they seemed to be bewitched by something, until they were infected with a terrible plague and ached, and the eldest son of the family struggled to give the whole mansion to the woman.

And that woman, at the invitation of her master, really stepped into the door of this mansion openly. And from the next day, one body after another was carried out of the gate.

"And what about the woman?"

"They didn't see her come out. The priest said, looking at the open gate, which was made of dark brown carbonized oak, inlaid with black iron fixing strips, and the hinges had fallen off, so that half of it was drooping, and the onion balls that hung from the gate were rotting, and it was a strange rot. It was as if all the water had been drained, the bulbs were whitish and shriveled, and the insects had bitten out large, small, black burrows on them, and at a glance, it was like countless shrunken skulls hanging from this door.

"Don't get too far away from me. He warned his young brother.

The first to walk through the door were the priests of Kranvo, who were extremely sensitive to both the living and the dead, and the special spells bestowed upon them by the god of death made them more powerful than the other priests, followed by Kerryben. Ilmot's Priest, the Thief and Cremar.

"I thought you wouldn't want to join them," the lich whispered, "you're just a mortal, thief. ”

"So what am I going to do? Will they, and you, provide me with a scroll to leave?" maybe, but I know that Dylan Donclay has brought his mage with him," the thief said sarcastically, "or go with Mame to look after Berdwin?" ”

"Rest assured. The former undead gave the thief a meaningful look: "You won't face a dragon. ”

Dorin belonged to the Normans of the Highlands, and like the other cities in this vast country, all its houses were tall and mostly built into a hollow square. That is, there are houses on all sides, and there is a small courtyard in the middle, and the houses facing the street are the foyer, kitchen, dining room and reception area, and the two wings are the guest rooms. And the innermost is where the master and his children sit and live.

The candles on the chandelier were long gone, and no one would change them or light them up, but they could only observe the room by the faint light that came in from the doors and windows—it was hard to imagine. In just a few days, the dust in the house had accumulated a thick layer, as if it had been abandoned for years, and the thief looked down at the ground: "There are no footprints," he said in a voice as thin as a gossamer (which is also one of the thieves' tricks): "When did the previous priests enter here?"

"Six days ago. Kerry replied to him, his voice sounding like it was coming from far away.

――Do you feel ......? The spirit of the other world said that he had just swam up from the bottom of the sea of knowledge, and at the request of the lich, he suppressed his curiosity and slept soundly, and now he felt very comfortable—did you feel it, he continued, I always felt that something was not right.

――Where is it?

- It seems that there is something in the otherworld, and the spirit of the other world said that he used to come up and look around when the lich was in control of the body, and through the lich's eyes, although the things he saw were not real enough, the color and clarity did not change much, but this time he saw that everything, the staircase, the parquet stone, the door, the dome, and the elves, the priests, and the thieves, were like a transparent black film, and he divided a part of his memory for the lich, although he knew that his cohabitant might have seen it a long time ago。

- Also, the souls of the other world said, "Is this hallway so big, we haven't been able to get to the stairs until now?"

Reverend Kranvo, who was at the front, stopped abruptly, turned around, hurriedly counted the number with his eyes, and then sternly ordered: "All men hold hands at once!"

The others were puzzled, except for the Lich and Kerryben, but they did follow the orders of the Reverend Kranvo, who was second only to the Senior Priest in the followers of the God of Death, had traveled for fifteen years, and had a wealth of experience in fighting abyssal creatures such as the Undead and the Devil (the Lich pouted), so he had a position similar to that of leader and commander in this temporary team.

"Gavin!" the young priest of Ilmot suddenly shouted in panic, "Gavin is gone, he was still with me just now." ”

"Hold your companion's hand!" Pastor Cranvo had to use his tongue again, "we're standing in the shadow plane!"

"Take my hand," said Kerryben, "don't panic, your brother may be able to come back." ”

The young priest of Ilmot ran over and took the elf's hand, "Really?" he asked hopefully.

The Elven Ranger didn't know how to answer, and the thief asked him appropriately. "What is the Shadow Plane?" he asked, Gülen had a good position in his guild, but not enough to make a spellcaster say everything about him, and in fact, there were many apprentices who didn't even know anything about the Shadow Plane as much as he did.

"A plane inclined to evil. The elf said briefly: "You can think of it as a shadow of the main material plane, where everything is distorted, and the distance is stretched from time to time, and we may have crossed dozens of feet when we take a step, so we need to hold each other's hands, otherwise in the blink of an eye, we will be forced to disperse." ”

The others were puzzled, except for the Lich and Kerryben, but they did follow the orders of the Reverend Kranvo, who was second only to the Senior Priest in the followers of the God of Death, had traveled for fifteen years, and had a wealth of experience in fighting abyssal creatures such as the Undead and the Devil (the Lich pouted), so he had a position similar to that of leader and commander in this temporary team.

"Gavin!" the young priest of Ilmot suddenly shouted in panic, "Gavin is gone, he was still with me just now." ”

"Hold your companion's hand!" Pastor Cranvo had to use his tongue again, "we're standing in the shadow plane!"

"Take my hand," said Kerryben, "don't panic, your brother may be able to come back." ”

The young priest of Ilmot ran over and took the elf's hand, "Really?" he asked hopefully.

The Elven Ranger didn't know how to answer, and the thief asked him appropriately. "What is the Shadow Plane?" he asked, Gülen had a good position in his guild, but not enough to make a spellcaster say everything about him, and in fact, there were many apprentices who didn't even know anything about the Shadow Plane as much as he did.

"A plane inclined to evil. The elf said briefly: "You can think of it as a shadow of the main material plane, where everything is distorted, and the distance is stretched from time to time, and we may have crossed dozens of feet when we take a step, so we need to hold each other's hands, otherwise in the blink of an eye, we will be forced to disperse." (To be continued......)