The group walked a little further, and eliminated many skeletons one after another, when they saw a golden stone tablet in front of them.

Looking at the stele, Jerold said, "That stele is called the 'Hope Stele'. Once the person who went out on an adventure saw it, he knew that he had reached a place not far from the entrance, even if he ran out of food and water, was exhausted, and even ran out of torches, he could grit his teeth and squeeze his potential, and he could rush to the entrance and come back alive. ”

"How few people have fallen on the road from the stele to the entrance?" Pan Long asked.

Eric nodded: "Very little, very little." With the exception of a handful of rookies who are looking for their own death, most of them fall outside this range. ”

"In other words, only after passing the stone monument can you really enter the dangerous underground ruins?" Pan Long asked again.

Eric smiled: "That's true, but I'm more inclined to look at it from a positive perspective. ”

They talked and laughed and came to the bottom of the stone monument.

When approaching the stone stele, Pan Long clearly felt that the gloomy and evil aura that had been everywhere suddenly dissipated, and the air seemed to become fresher.

"Is this stele still a sacred relic?" he asked.

"Not just a holy relic, but an extremely powerful relic. Nun Kadra looked up at the relief on the stele of a knight holding a golden cup and offering it on the altar. Then the golden cup rises and soars into the sky, surrounded by angels singing.

It is a well-known religious story about a pure and kind knight who finds the legendary Holy Grail for the monarch, but returns it to the heavens.

Pan Long couldn't quite figure out the logic of the knight - the logic in religious stories, he couldn't figure it out most. In the same way, many things that he takes for granted are also ridiculous and even perverse in the eyes of religious believers.

Well, it's good for everyone to seek common ground while reserving differences. As long as you respect each other and don't force others to follow your own rules, nothing is a problem.

In general, Pan Long is still very tolerant in this regard.

He lived in a time when religious disputes had mostly subsided—after all, most of the world's conflicts were actually the result of poverty and unequal distribution, and these problems had improved significantly during the time of the Great Federation, and the conflicts and disputes were naturally less intense.

Of course, there are still contradictions. At the entrance of the church in the neighboring community, Protestants come to smash the field, set up a platform to preach the doctrine, and then it often develops into a boxing match between priests and priests...... Pan Long didn't know which of their teachings was more reasonable, but it was obvious that the priest was indeed old and strong, a man in his fifties, wearing a fist glove and walking into a rope ring, he could still beat a priest who was several years younger than him, and he could not find the north, which was about the true Vatican lineage, and had inherited the authentic martial virtues for more than 2,000 years.

Sister Kadra and Crusader Eric were devout believers, and they knelt in front of the stone monument and prayed silently. The thief Gerod, who was clearly not a believer, and the doctor Türk, who called himself an atheist, sat next to him and rested.

Jerold leaned over to Pan Long and asked in a low voice, "Dragon, what religion do you believe?"

Pan Long thought for a moment and said, "Strictly speaking, I count the branches of nature worship and ancestor worship. ”

"Primitive religion?druid?" asked Türk curiously.

Pan Long found it difficult to explain the concept of "Respecting Heaven and Ancestor" to them, so he could only laugh dryly twice and acquiesced to this statement.

But honestly, he really didn't understand what a "druid" was.

Could it be that he still wants to perform a live wolf and a bear?

Sure enough, Gerald immediately asked excitedly, "I heard that you druids can turn into animals, so what kind of animals will you become?"

Pan Long could only helplessly explain: "I am not a druid, a druid is a priest. It's like there are a lot of religious people, but the crusaders and nuns are the clergy......"

"Crusaders aren't priests, are they?" said Gerald, puzzled, "I haven't seen Eric preside over the canon." ”

"Crusaders were religious soldiers, and the clergy who served in the army were generally called Templars. Türk explained.

In this world, doctors are probably the profession closest to the concepts of "scholar" and "scientist", and as a doctor of no low level, Turck knows a lot and can be called knowledgeable.

While they were chatting, Cadera and Eric's prayers were over. They put on their armor again, and everyone hit the road again.

Sure enough, after leaving the golden stone tablet, the gloom and pressure in the surrounding air increased sharply, and even the light of the torches seemed to be suppressed, and the illuminated range was significantly reduced.

"Be careful, there are often skeleton crossbowmen sneaking up on you here. "They're not heavy crossbows, but I'm sure you won't want to take a shot from an old light crossbow." ”

As he spoke, he suddenly stepped back. There was a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and a crossbow bolt flew past him and hit the brick next to him.

"What are you talking about, Gerod, are you a crow?" Eric sighed and walked forward with his shield in hand.

As the only reloaded in the team, he naturally had to be at the forefront of the team when facing such a dangerous enemy, acting as a shield for the entire team.

But before he could switch places with Gerald, Pan Long had already picked up a fist-sized rock from the ground and threw it in the direction where the crossbow flew from.

The sound of the stone breaking through the air was much more violent than the bolt, and only a thud could be heard, and the skeleton crossbowman fell along with the half-dead tree in front of it, which was used as a cover, and the broken bones and wood were mixed together, indistinguishable from each other.

Pan Long didn't stop, picked up a few more gravel pieces, and continued to throw them in that direction.

One, two, three, four, he threw four stones in succession, smashing the four skeleton crossbowmen hiding in the shadows into pieces.

These monsters may think that they are safe if they are more than thirty meters away, or maybe this is their combat experience in life. But no matter which one it is, it is obvious that in front of Pan Long, this set will not work.

If you want to evade his detection, you must either be strong enough in martial arts, or have wonderful spells, or ...... With their size, they probably need to be separated by at least three or four hundred meters before Pan Long may not notice.

This is also the reason why Pan Long did not go all out to investigate, among the real masters, there are even people who can maintain an observation of the surrounding radius of more than 100 miles at any time, not to mention crossbow arrows, even artillery is difficult to sneak attack him.

The four skeleton crossbowmen were routed one after the other, but it did not affect the dozen or so skeleton soldiers with spears to rush out and charge at them.

Of course, it didn't affect them being easily crushed by Pan Long and his party.

As long as there are no crossbowmen to mess with them, this kind of skeleton soldiers who use crude spears, no matter how many they pour up, they can't help them.