Chapter 15: Abel 2

Through the narrow gap, Able found himself standing in a tunnel. The pen didn't think much www.biquge.info it, and he moved lightly towards the side where there was no fire. The cave tunnels were open in all directions, and many forks in the road appeared in front of Abel, so that he could not get his feet. Without the help of the faint firelight, Able also began to move forward in the dark. The surface of the stone wall is very smooth, with regular potholes without any sharp edges. Presumably it was the diversion of groundwater that allowed the tunnel to pass.

After a while, Abel didn't know if his eyes were open or closed. It didn't look the same, it was pitch black. Able pressed against the rock in his hand, fantasizing that he might suddenly touch a lump of flesh and skin. Even if he had the ability to sense nearby creatures, it didn't ease this fear a little, on the contrary, this ability made him more nervous.

Able felt that there were dense goblins in the darkness, some of which were less than 20 meters closer to him. Able wasn't sure if there was a thick wall of stone between them, and maybe there was any way they could find themselves without the help of the light, all they could do was move small steps and comfort themselves that they wouldn't be discovered.

Abel, who was advancing in the darkness, suddenly heard an unintelligible language in the distance behind him, and the goblins moved wherever the noise went.

That body was found, and it was a wise choice to get out of there. Thinking about it, Abel sped up again. Faintly, Abel heard the sound of running water, maybe there was a way to the ground. Who knows? Anyway, you can't go backwards, you can only go in the direction of the sound.

Finally, Able saw a glimmer of light, and didn't care if there were any goblins nearby, so he hurried out of the narrow tunnel. What Abel saw was no longer a rock wall, but a huge space, like a giant's living room. The "chandelier" on the top emits a pale green glow, and this glowing round stone is clearly carefully carved. It was half embedded in the wall, and the partially exposed part shone with a faint glow.

In its peaceful light, the layout of the entire living room is revealed.

The exit where Abel is located, near the entrance hallway of the "living room". Among them are smooth stone floors, and around this platform is a deep gully with a rushing water, and a waterfall is constantly pumping water into the underground palace. The atmospheric platform, with three stone bridges connecting the surrounding honeycomb caverns, appears to be the center of this underground world.

If you look closely at the dome, it is not only the huge sphere that shines brightly, but also many small bits and pieces of stones that emit their own light on it. The hallway where he was able to see more things, and the stone walls were carved into the shape of square pillars. There are also paintings left by carving knives and stones, and the figures on them look like dwarves. Their striking patterns on the felt platform were prominently displayed, and the beards they could use as aprons were recognizable through the blurred images of disrepair.

It's a deserted place, and Abel can casually go sightseeing. When he looked into the deep ditch beneath the platform, Able realized that this was not the parlor. Rather, it is a huge city, with dense openings at the base of the platform and its walls, and the wreckage of the suspension bridge offers a glimpse of its busy and magnificent past.

Before Able could marvel further, he felt hundreds of goblins coming in his direction. With no choice, he fled in the other direction, and his instincts told him that it was safer. He crossed the stone bridge and dodged into a room. Most of the inside of the house had collapsed, and if it weren't for Abel's small size, he wouldn't have been able to hide it. Abel huddled in the ruins of the wall, not daring to make a sound, heard the sound of hurried and noisy footsteps coming and going. The light of the torch flashed through the doorway, making the goblin's diminutive stature taller. Thankfully, no one came to inspect the room.

As the figure and the light of the fire faded away, Able resisted the urge to look at it, and only after a while did he dare to gasp for air. But there were footsteps again, and this time Able could hear that it was alone. As soon as it dared to cross the threshold, it would cut off his head with a sword, Abel thought. The goblin was also very cooperative with Abel's idea, maybe it wanted to find the places in the middle of the world that no one else had seen, and capture the intruder back to ask for credit. But now it's going to die, at least that's what Abel thought.

Abel thought hard about the swordsmanship that Augst had taught him, "Slashing is a deadly attack", "Stabbing is a game of extreme distance", "Sliding is a sharp weapon under special coincidences", "Always watch your steps". These voices, which I was tired of hearing before, are now golden words, replayed over and over again.

The goblin probe came in, and Able jumped out before it could see him. The skillful slash quickly knocked out the goblin's spear, and the blade swung down its throat. In the goblin avoidance, the "Guardian" didn't cut very deeply, clutching its neck and trying to run out. It tried to scream, but the wound on its neck seemed to hurt its trachea, and it couldn't make a loud noise.

Abel approached him to give it the last sword, and heard it mutter, in a language he didn't understand:

“Dwarfish-cers!Nar-cour-tase......”

No matter what it's saying, letting it breathe is the first thing to do now. Able couldn't help but think back to August's teachings, but he didn't seem to teach himself anything about execution. I don't know what the point of killing is, will the dying fight back? Do you need a special defensive posture to do it? I've been learning the swordsmanship of dueling for a long time, and now I suddenly feel like I can't do anything about executing a goblin.

Able shooed away the conformist voice and plunged his sword into the goblin's chest. The white blade goes in, the red blade comes out, clean and neat. Looking at the corpse lying on the ground, it was very different from the feeling of standing in front of the previous goblin corpse. The last one was just its unlucky luck, and this time it was a life that was the result of its own hands. The swordsmanship that has been learned to defend oneself is useful, and not just self-defense. This feeling that you can easily take someone's life with skill and strength...... Very good.

There is no moral guilt, and no one will hold a goblin alive or dead. When there is no price to kill, it is accompanied by excitement. For a moment, Able wanted to bring this goblin back to life. So that he could enjoy the pleasure slowly, maybe stabbing the sword slowly into its heart?, but for a moment, he felt that it was inhumane and evil, and asked himself why he thought so.

Able wiped the blood from his sword and continued to look for a place to hide.