The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 544 - 568 Reaction Test
Chapter 544: Chapter 568: Reaction Test Chapter 544: Chapter 568: Reaction Test “Don’t worry, Dwarf, we are getting closer and closer to that relic.” Alamir said with a reassuring smile, but the relaxed expression didn’t stay on his face for long, “Those densely packed tents around the fortress must be the Frost Giants’ barracks, right? If we want to get close to the fortress, we’ll need to figure out a way to get through that area…”
“Right now, this situation is indeed a bit tricky.” Lancelot Morassa stroked his chin, “Kalalin, if you cast an Invisibility Spell on me and then I go into the subdimensional space, will the spell still work?”
“Unfortunately not.” The Scholar spread his hands, “In order for the Invisibility Spell to remain effective, I must maintain a state of casting concentration…”
“Seems like we have no choice but to save Gorgiad after all.” Lancelot shook his head, “If Solheim’s brother, after regaining his freedom, really leads the Frost Giants from Warrior Village to march on Glacial Fortress, that should create enough chaos for us to take advantage of.”
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“Frost Giants against Frost Giants, a Demi-god Titan against an ancient White Dragon?” Old Reap was very interested in this idea, “That would indeed be a great spectacle to witness…”
“That’s assuming Gertie, if that’s really her name, isn’t lying.” Bruto replied sourly, “I don’t want to trust someone who we killed, burned to ash, and then somehow came back to life.”
“It’s certain that she’s concealing something, no doubt about that.” Lancelot interjected, “But I don’t expect anything else, if we can just draw away most of the Guard and get a chance to pass through the camp… Afterward, I’ll figure out a way to find a hiding place between those two mountains, where Kalalin can set up the Teleportation Runes and we’ll act when the time is ripe.”
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“But what about the White Dragon?” Bruto pointed out the obvious obstacle, “We can’t possibly bypass it…”
“If Gorgiad can’t beat the White Dragon, or doesn’t make it to Glacial Fortress at all, I have two other plans.” Lancelot shrugged, “Remember that Ice Masher Spider? If we kill the one responsible for feeding it and toss it some ‘spiced’ food, the creature is bound to get angry and come out wreaking havoc. If it’s as strong as the Ogre captive said, then on this plane, only Svafnir would be able to handle it…”
“So while the White Dragon is busy dealing with the giant crab, we take the chance to slip into the fortress, eliminate any guards in our way, locate the Platinum armor passed through, and then quickly get out?” Alamir asked with interest, “That sounds like a simple and direct plan, but it hinges on the assumption that Svafnir will not ignore the rampaging Ice Masher Spider, but would the White Dragon actually care?”
“I don’t know.” Lancelot spread his hands, admitting bluntly, “That’s why I have another plan: pretend to attack the ancient White Dragon’s Nest. Once we confirm it has left Glacial Fortress, we’ll immediately use Teleportation Magic to return here, utilizing the time difference of its journey to infiltrate and achieve our objective.”
“But how do we know when it will return and how long it would take on the road?” Old Reap couldn’t help but speak up, “If it can use some kind of magic to teleport directly back, then we’re really in for trouble…”
“That’s why we must test in advance how it might react.” Lancelot withdrew his gaze from the distant fortress, “Guys, I have an immature idea…”
The next day at noon, Kalalin once again activated the Teleportation Scroll given by Tijana, bringing everyone back to their hideout they had set up beneath Svafnir’s Lair.
Even though sunlight couldn’t penetrate the thick soil, the gloomy tunnels were still deserted, as the biological clocks of the Fencer Trolls decided that they would all be resting at that time. Still, Lancelot used Spiritual Sight to repeatedly ensure absolute safety before conjuring a blue Fire Lotus to melt the ice block plugging the entrance.
“Little Ysa, can you hear me?”
“No problem, loud and clear! Brother, have you arrived yet?”
“Good, I’ll keep the telepathic link open, tell me immediately if you notice anything unusual.”
Lancelot, while leading the others towards the direction of the dragon’s nest, communicated with Little Ysa in his mind. The Vampires did not move with the group; at this moment, she concealed herself in the shadows of the cave, watching the distant Glacial Fortress and using her connection with Lancelot as master and servant to report on the situation of the ancient White Dragon in real-time.
The hiding spot they had left behind was not far from the dragon’s nest, and after a short while, they arrived in front of the terrace with the stone table, where an adult White Dragon was circling at the bottom of a large pit in the nest. It occasionally roared at a captive female dragon inside, but none of the other dragons took any interest.
Lancelot turned his head and nodded at Kalalin, who took a deep breath and pulled out an exceptionally thick scroll from his chest.
“Sorry about this, if it hadn’t taken so much time to make this scroll, we could have set off earlier,” Kalalin’s cheeks flushed with excitement, “I guarantee you’ve never seen an ‘illusion’ more ‘real’ than this…”
The fully unrolled scroll was so long that Scholar had no choice but to spread it out on the floor. It was covered with densely packed Arcane Runes of various sizes, just glancing at it could cause a strong sense of dizziness, at least for Dwarves.
Kalalin began to chant spells in a very low voice, his hands waving and jabbing back and forth through the air. To outsiders, the movements of Scholar might seem comical, but Lancelot’s acute Spirit Perception could sense something different; as if the original calm sea of Magic Power had begun to ripple and was becoming more intense.
Suddenly, a loud roar came from the opening at the top of the dragon’s nest. The sound felt strangely familiar to everyone, and the sight that followed explained the source of that familiarity—a giant, terrifying Red Dragon, very similar to a certain one running an inn in Mogrondale, appeared at the entrance of the nest, letting out deafening roars at a group of color dragons below that were scared stiff.
“Little Ysa, Little Ysa,” Lancelot silently called out in his conscience, “Is there any movement from Svafnir?”
“Not yet,” came the immediate response through the telepathic connection, “Have you started taking action, brother?”
“Yes, keep an eye on every move it makes.”
Lancelot turned his head and made a gesture to Kalalin, whose spellcasting movements suddenly changed, and the Red Dragon’s mouth began to glow with a blinding red light. Accompanied by Kalalin’s sudden downward sweep of his arm, a fiery inferno erupted from the dragon’s mouth, hitting the tallest pile of treasure in the center of the nest and causing a violent explosion, scattering gold coins, treasure chests, and items shining with Magic Aura everywhere.
“By the beard of Moradin, this is too real!” Bruto’s eyes bulged, “That’s really an illusion?”
