Chapter 142 If You Catch Up with Me

After returning the stone tablet, Lin Qi did not stay. After ordering the Huang Qi Blessed Ones to move to the Huang Qi Gate, Lin Qi left.

Lynch stepped into the newly opened portal and arrived at Spikazuma in one step.

The scouts had long since left, and Teclis was intent on coordinating relations between the dwarves and the elves.

The blood-stained lizardman that disappeared and reappeared out of nowhere made the "Avenger" Sorian and Glenn Vampire Killer clench their weapons.

But the next moment they were stunned by the dazzling golden light under the firelight.

Asur is always very cautious when communicating with cold-blooded people. If the cold-blooded people are unwilling to talk more, they will try to divert the topic and not inquire about the cold-blooded people's mysterious mission.

The dwarf obviously would not have such a roundabout way. When the rough voice startled midnight, Lynch heard the doubt and excitement in it, and also saw the desire in the dwarf's eyes.

Lynch couldn't communicate fluently in Dwarven, but he had lived with the dwarves for some time and knew the general meaning of some pronunciations.

The coldblood spoke in his usual monotonous voice, like a giant snake slithering.

"I went to sort out some things."

When Tigris translated, he undoubtedly added rich meaning to Lynch's brief words.

Lynch didn't know what he had misinterpreted again, and the dwarf laughed heartily, driving away the discord that had just emerged.

The long-bearded dwarf looked at Spikazuma fearfully, then solemnly took off the iron pot hanging on the left side of his armor.

After the bottle cap was opened, the rich aroma of malt and alcohol wafted around the campfire.

The armor was taken off, and after seeing that the dwarf wanted to reforge his ancestral equipment, the archmage ignited the magic fire.

Lynch looked into the depths of Spicazuma. He was prepared for the Skink Sentinels to be alarmed.

The dwarf raised the wine jug, shouted the name of the god "Gronni", took a big gulp, and then tasted it reluctantly.

Glenn looked away in awe, fearing that the dwarf would invite him to drink.

This is the dwarf's "beer", a "beer" that can knock down a strong man in one sip.

The dwarves' savings were always exchanged for wine. Glenn rarely saw the dwarves drinking. Only when meeting with his own people would Sorian open his appetite.

Glenn knew it was a matter of saving face.

Thorian had told Glenn that a dwarf who could not drink to his heart's content was a failure.

No one knew Sorian better than Glenn. He knew Sorian's poverty and felt sympathy for this powerful warrior, but never said it out loud.

The dwarf didn't know that Glenn had actually heard the legend of Grimgor Ironhide... The Iverlords often used that legendary orc to intimidate disobedient children.

With a crisp sound, Sorian took out the hammer stuck behind the armor. When the first hammer sounded, it meant that the prayer to Granni officially began.

Glenn suddenly looked deep into the ruins, and when he found nothing unusual, he relaxed as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

Lynch was not paying attention to the technique of reforging the dwarf, he was worrying about how to restore it to its original state.

The elves stared at the lizardmen with uneven bodies, and often looked away as if they could not bear to watch.

Lynch took off his armor and looked at the archmage, as if waiting for something.

Teclis understood what he meant and began to chant a spell in a low voice. He wanted to use magic to correct Lynch's misgrown flesh and blood.

Things went smoothly. By the time Lynch recovered completely and put on his armor again, the dwarfs' beatings stopped.

Strangely, Spikazuma's sentinels never showed up.

After a brief rest, Lynch slowly walked towards the depths of the ruins. The hot-blooded people subconsciously followed the lizardmen, and the dwarves and humans looked particularly nervous.

As he went deeper, Lynch's perception depicted traces of death and battle.

With more attention in the shadows, Lynch quickened his pace and headed straight for the central pyramid of Razkoto, which was supposed to be maintained by the Skink Priests.

The ruined Great Pyramid emerged from the night, with only its stone body remaining, and it seemed that there was no trace of any biological activity.

The dwarf's dull reminder and the human's panicked shouting made Lynch slow down his pace.

He looked back at the two young races and vaguely understood words such as "curse" and "death".

"Don't enter this ancient building deep in the ruins. Thousands of people have disappeared here. They were brought to death by the curse in the darkness!"

Asur's translation was not embellished, and Teclis was hesitant. He was not sure whether this was a normal phenomenon in the jungle or an unexpected event.

He knew that there were cold-blooded troops stationed here, and the elf suspected that the "curse" was the cold-blooded people guarding the temple.

Lynch is already very close to the central temple. If there are any cold-blooded creatures, they would have appeared to greet him long ago.

Obviously, something unexpected happened! Eyes seemed to have grown between the gravel on both sides of the road, and Lynch could sense the presence of many invisible things.

The hot-blooded ones looked around warily, while the cold-blooded ones suddenly rushed towards the ancient temple.

Up the broken steps, the soft stones are victims of weathering.

Lynch smelled evil and heard many whispers like the buzzing of flies.

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"Be'lak! The First Ascender!"

"Be'lak! Shadow Puppet Master!"

"Be'lakor! Father of Shadows! Lord of Darkness!"

"The Grand Unifier! The Harbinger! The First Demon Prince! The Fifth God!"

The miserable whispers gradually became more intense, with the same tone and volume, like puppets being controlled.

Lynch climbed to the top of the pyramid and found the entrance to the temple was in deep darkness.

When the sunlight lit up on the top of the tower, the numb low chant disappeared, and a fat rat man was exposed in front of Lynch.

The ancient saint's mark in the main hall of the temple had been knocked down. On the platform, the bloated rat raised its hands high, maintaining a fanatical posture.

In the sunlight, the rat man's dull and numb eyes suddenly showed some changes.

The thing it feared most in the past woke it up from its intoxication for a moment.

The slightly open mouth slowly closed, then opened wide as if seeing a ghost, and a shrill scream escaped from it.

"Scales of Destruction!"

Lynch pounced on the rat man and lifted him up with his stick.

But the one that was pierced was not a fat giant rat, but a skinny slave rat.

In the shadows not far away, the giant rat was like a frightened noble girl, dragging out a long scream and dissolving into the shadows.

The shadow quickly moved away, penetrated the wall, and ran towards the north.

"Save me! I am willing to pledge my loyalty to you, great Be'lak, save me! You are my only god!"

The corpulent Skaven warlord reacted quickly, and instead of praying to the Horned Rat, he turned to the demon that controlled it for help.

But the original demon prince did not show up, of course, he had already lost his form.

After the shadow swept away into the distance, the sunlight broke through the darkness and rushed out of the temple, chasing the shadow away under the astonished gaze of the dwarves and humans.

Sorian and Glenn looked at Asur, who was as calm as ever. The elf's calm gaze seemed to be blaming them for being surprised by what they had seen.

(End of this chapter)