The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 303 - : 307

Chapter 303: 307

“The second cave is a bit further away, and the bats living there said it’s filled with undead,” offered Young Isha, providing another option, “but they also warned to be careful of the grass on the ground. I’m not sure what that means…”

“If it’s some kind of dangerous plant, I should be able to handle it,” nodded the Elven Ranger, “Are there any other caves?”

“Further on, there’s a larger one, housing two factions; the strongest being a Succubus with four Berserk Demons, and a large group of Coward Devil minions,” described Young Isha, gesticulating the large pincers of the Succubus, “The other faction consists of a pack of Werewolves, though the bats couldn’t specify how many there are. In any case, quite a lot.”

“Sounds like a big task,” Acheron looked around at the others, “What are your thoughts?”

“We have a Priest and a Holy Warrior, so those undead might be easier to handle,” suggested Kalalin, “Even though there seems to be some kind of dangerous plant, as long as we’re careful, it shouldn’t be a big problem.”

“That might not necessarily be the case; many plants can cause fatal injuries, especially in an environment like the Abyss,” warned the Elven Ranger, “But I agree with you, the second cave indeed seems like a suitable target.”

Everyone nodded in agreement, and so without further delay, led by Young Isha, they quickly arrived at the entrance to their target cave.

The entrance to the cave was merely a crack in the ground, five feet wide and twenty feet long, hardly suggestive of the marvels inside. Those with the ability to fly went down first to scout, and after confirming the safety at the entrance, everyone else used ropes to descend one by one into the crack.

Some bats hanging from the cave ceiling were disturbed by the arrival of the outsiders. They flapped their wings trying to flee, but Young Isha opened her mouth, and the bats calmed down and returned to the top of the cave.

“I think in terms of communicating with animals, you’re more of a Ranger than I am, as few animals here care to interact with me,” Acheron smiled at the young girl, “But I’m still confident in scouting, just wait till I flush out the enemies!”

Before he had finished speaking, the Elven Ranger had already run deeper into the cave. His movements were swift and silent; the rugged terrain seemed not to hinder him at all, and he quickly vanished from everyone’s sight.

“Let’s follow him,” Lancelot waved to the others and turned towards the direction where Acheron had disappeared. His movements were almost as fluid as the Elven Ranger’s, except his armor made it difficult to maintain quietness while making continuous jumps.

“I bet that guy is going to snag all the fun,” Bruto grumbled. Despite the Dwarves’ short but sturdy legs being suited for moving through rocky debris, the many appendages on his armor made him sound like a running rock crusher.

“Don’t worry, using a rapier against skeletons isn’t very effective,” Alamir spoke with a smile as he leapt from one rock to another. Despite being an Elf like his kin, the Priest’s movement technique wasn’t as agile, but his movements were still very graceful. “I think Acheron would hardly use his beautiful longbow as a fire poker, dealing with the undead will still depend on our hammers.”

The rest of the team also kept up. The terrain would normally pose some trouble for Halflings, but her magical boots allowed her to move effortlessly through any difficult terrain. Young Isha nimbly navigated through the rocky chaos, demonstrating the results of her Wanderer training. Naturally, the flying Succubus and skull had the easiest time, as they could simply fly over from the air.

The only serious difficulty encountered was by Scholar Kalalin. Though the experiences of the past few months had significantly improved his physical condition, he still lagged far behind the others. Bruto reached out to help him, but Kalalin recoiled in terror. Clearly, his highly offensive armor was too dangerous; if the scholar accidently fell on the Dwarf, he might have been done for today.

Putting on the Transformation Ring and turning into a winged Succubus didn’t help his current situation either. If he were on the ground, Kalalin could still manage to fly clumsily in the air, but the space here was too narrow, and his unskilled flying technique only caused him to repeatedly crash, bloody and bruised.

With a sigh of resignation, Kalalin pulled out a rope and tied one end around his waist and handed the other end to the Dwarf.

“What are you trying to do?” Bruto asked, looking at the scholar curiously.

“Ever flown a kite?” Kalalin asked as he unrolled a scroll. A flash of blue magic light swept past, and the scholar’s feet slowly lifted off the ground, floating about a foot high.

“Levitation Skill,” he explained to the somewhat stunned Dwarf, “I can only control the height, up and down; moving forward and back will need your help.”

“Magic…” Bruto shook his head in disbelief, grabbed the rope, and continued forward.

Some luminescent fungi in the cave provided dim illumination, and all had dark vision, so they didn’t light any torches nor did Alamir hold up his Hardhead Hammer, which could emit light. The cave wound downward in a spiral shape, occasionally branching off, but the Elven Ranger at the front left clear marks indicating which path to take.

About ten minutes into their dark trek, around a corner, they found the Elven Ranger elegantly leaning against a stone, clearly waiting for them.

“What’s the matter?” the Dwarf squinted his eyes, “You didn’t lead us the wrong way, did you?”

“No, I’m here to remind everyone about enemies ahead,” the Elven Scout grinned, showing his neat teeth, “Your movements are too noisy; getting any closer would startle them.”

“What kind of enemies?” Lancelot went straight to the point. The Human Knight’s Spirit Perception also sensed a threat ahead, but that didn’t tell him specific details about the enemy.

“Eight Minotaur skeletons, six wandering aimlessly and two scattered on the ground, but I’m certain they’ll stand up if any living person approaches them. Watch out for their Great Axes, you wouldn’t want those to touch you.”

“How do you know those two skeletons are playing dead?” Lancelot was curious; before coming to the Abyssal Plane, he had only fought creatures that could breathe.

“If you see a pile of bones in an area frequented by Undead and there’s a weapon nearby, assume it can stand up again,” the Elven Ranger shrugged, “Of course, if you don’t want to stab every suspicious skeleton, you could also tell a loud joke, but that isn’t always effective. It’s not that Undead have no sense of humor, it’s just that your jokes might not be very funny.”

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