The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 548 - 572 The Language Barrier

Chapter 548: Chapter 572 The Language Barrier Chapter 548: Chapter 572 The Language Barrier In the end, it was his companions who stayed in the concealed cave, while Lancelot alone went to complete the command ritual filled with a sense of shame. The only consolation was that the audience had long been dead and would not make any comments on his speech.

Under his command, three hundred undead giants staggered into the large hole in the rock wall, continually advancing deep into the tunnel. This was less than a tenth of the total undead army, but it was enough to fill the fortress above. With the absence of the protection of the walls and the darkness serving as a cover for the surprise attack, the outcome of the fight should be quite predictable.

“Hey, beauty, the rumbling sound we’re hearing now must be the footsteps of the army setting out, right?”

Upon returning to the cave, Bruto greeted him with a mischievous smile, while the others turned their heads away in embarrassment; after all, Lancelot, with the transformation ring on, was just too…dazzling.

“If I could fly, I wouldn’t have to rely on this to cross difficult terrain…” Lancelot explained with some embarrassment and tried to change the subject, “Do you want to change our location to watch this spectacle? The guards in the fortress probably won’t have the leisure to care about what’s happening outside the walls anymore.”

No one objected to the suggestion, and one by one, the companions crawled into the dimensional bag. Lancelot, in his succubus form, fluttered his wings gently and flew silently toward the fortress located on top of the cliff.

In the quiet night, the sounds of shouting, weapon clashes, and bodies falling were especially clear, suggesting that the battle was intense. Lancelot carefully drifted up a watchtower connected to the city wall, where two Frost Giant guards, with their backs to him, were hurling huge javelins at the undead pouring out from the fortress like cockroaches, shouting something in panic.

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Lancelot naturally wouldn’t pass up this excellent opportunity for a stealth attack. He quietly drew Frostslash, then gently placed the dimensional bag on the ground, reached in to make a specific hand signal, and with a fierce flap of his wings, charged at the nearest Frost Giant.

In his succubus form, his armor had changed into a ‘spectacle’ shape while charging, making no abrasive metal rubbing sound that would be heard under normal circumstances. Combined with the already noisy environment, it wasn’t until Lancelot’s longsword pierced the enemy’s neck from behind that the Frost Giant guard realized someone had launched a sneak attack on him.

Truth be told, the equipment of the fortress garrison was much better than those wandering tribal warriors in the wastelands. They were clad in barely fitting chainmail, helmets made of mammoth skulls, and were fully outfitted with greaves, gloves, and boots. This allowed them an advantage when fighting an enemy of similar size, but for Lancelot, who was two sizes smaller, the gaps in the armor were still too large.

Lancelot did not exert his full strength with this strike because he didn’t want other guards still resisting to notice him; he didn’t activate the igniting enchantment on his weapon or produce the overly dazzling Sword Aura, but the blow still brought the enemy to his knees with a thunderous scream, just like the other Frost Giants dying around him.

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Despite falling to his knees, the enemy was still nearly twice Lancelot’s height. The grievously wounded Frost Giant displayed incredible life force and, spurred by the acute pain, viciously swung his body around, delivering a fierce elbow strike behind him.

However, for Lancelot, such a counterattack was still too slow and clumsy. He crouched lower, and with a deft swing of Frostslash, the sharp blade carved a long, deep gash under the Frost Giant’s arm, near the heart. A large quantity of blood gushed onto the ground, like from a breached wine barrel.

The other Frost Giant didn’t respond immediately, Lancelot’s succubus appearance causing a moment’s hesitation. It had encountered this kind of sexy demon before and had spent a very pleasant time with one, but that succubus had held a whip instead of a longsword, and it didn’t demand life, at least not so directly.

When it realized how dangerous this strange succubus was, it was already too late. Its companion’s neck had been nearly pierced through and had lost too much blood; now, it was left alone to face the enemy.

The frost giant raised its arm, holding a javelin it had originally planned to throw downward, but sticking this succubus seemed like a good idea too. However, a hammer that suddenly flew in once again thwarted its plan.

Bruto’s thrown warhammer, like a powerful left hook, struck the frost giant’s head directly. Despite the protection of the helmet, the blunt impact still caused its head to swim, and it twirled as it fell back onto the ground, causing the accumulated snow on the floor to rise over half a foot high.

By the time the frost giant had somewhat regained consciousness, a longsword was already pressed against its throat.

“Surrender,” Lancelot said in Deep Speech, “I can spare your life as long as you tell me where Gorgiad is being held.”

Regrettably, the opponent didn’t care for Lancelot’s proposal at all. The frost giant thrust out with the javelin while its body quickly fell backward, trying to dodge the potential follow-up attack from the succubus.

Had it been anyone else, they probably would have fallen for the frost giant’s trick, but Lancelot had been paying close attention to the enemy’s body language. The moment the muscles in the opponent’s shoulder began to contract, he knew the frost giant’s intention. With a simple sidestep and a sweep of his sword, he made the opponent’s attack stab nothing but air.

To be fair, the frost giants were just too big. After fighting a few bouts with them (and surviving), one could easily learn to predict their movements in close combat. Lancelot could have pierced the giant’s throat straight away, but someone else was more eager to dispose of this enemy.

The violent backward motion made the frost giant’s back hit the floor right beside the dwarf. ‘Daddy’s hammer’ was already back in Bruto’s hands. He grabbed the hammer with both hands, pouring all his strength into it to swing it into a half circle, and then he slammed it hard onto the enemy’s head—which was as large as a bedside table.

The scene was incredibly messy, much like a bull collapsing onto a fruit stand selling watermelons, tomatoes, and dragon fruits.

“I think it might not understand Deep Speech,” Bruto said, looking at the succubus’s disgusted face, “or maybe your guttural sounds were too light.”

“Do you always have to make such a mess, splattering everything everywhere?”

Lancelot helplessly lowered his head to indicate his duel elongated legs, now covered with the red and white gelatinous substance. With a burst of short magical flashes and smoke appearing out of nowhere, Lancelot transformed back into a human knight, and the filth on his armor fell to the ground under the effect of the transmutation spell.

“Friends, the fortress courtyard has been cleaned up,” Alamir’s voice came from the edge of the watchtower, “but those zombie giants encountered some trouble when attacking the main building, perhaps we should go help them…”