The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 567 - 591 What is the Reason for This

Chapter 567: Chapter 591: What is the Reason for This? Chapter 567: Chapter 591: What is the Reason for This? “Haven’t had enough yet?” Lancelot gave the Dwarf a sidelong glance, “Don’t forget this battle doesn’t really concern us much, and you’ve already had your main course. The rest is just dessert, if we don’t leave now are you planning to foot the bill?”

“Ah, alright then.” Bruto reluctantly glanced back at the battlefield not far away, “But that fight was really exhilarating. I thought you were bluffing when you said you were a Commander…”

“Damn it, I’m a Knight.” Lancelot rolled his eyes, “You should be more worried about what other tricks I haven’t told you about…”

Returning the same way would be a long uphill journey, so everyone used a Teleportation Scroll to return to their hiding spot, and then made their way back to the mountaintop they had used earlier to observe the battle. Although they had been gone for less than half an hour, just as Lancelot had predicted, the outcome of the battle was no surprise. The army loyal to the Abyssal Lord had been utterly defeated, and the soldiers were fleeing helter-skelter, abandoning their helmets and armor.

In the center of the battlefield, Geogad was surrounded by a large group of followers, receiving their cheers and reverent worship, with the beautiful and sexy blue-haired Giantess clinging tightly to him. Lancelot frowned subconsciously at this; in his view, this was the moment when the victor of a battle reaped the most loot. The Commander should have been directing the soldiers to chase down the fleeing enemy, not celebrating the victory.

“This Geogad, is he getting a bit carried away?” Kalalin also spoke up from beside him, “I’m not very familiar with Giant culture, but is that really the way to treat a Commander or a hero?”

Upon the Scholar’s comment, Lancelot also realized what had felt off—those Frost Giants were too fanatical. Indeed, just like Solheim, Geogad was a son of Annand (or Anan, Giant’s Tongue doesn’t translate precisely into human language), but it was Solheim who had received the Divine office among the Frost Giants. For Geogad to accept the worship of the other Frost Giants so matter-of-factly seemed somewhat jarring to Lancelot, who came from a noble background.

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“I don’t know the specifics of the situation between those two brothers, but this doesn’t seem quite right,” Alamir, who was a Priest and had natural authority on such matters, spoke up, “Perhaps it’s because he’s been locked up for too long, and his mind isn’t so clear. And we are in the Abyss, even if Solheim disagrees, there’s not much he can do…”

For the rest of the day, the Frost Giants from the upper planes celebrated their victory wildly. Their grating yet loud songs were crystal clear even on the mountaintop. Geogad’s subordinates included Ice Mages, who conjured up a podium over thirty feet high for the Demi-god to give a speech.

Thanks to the Giant’s booming voice and his senses enhanced by True Yuan, Lancelot managed to catch the gist of the speech. The main point was that the Demi-god intended to restore the Frost Giants’ glory, wipe out the Mog (a Giant’s Tongue word for shameless, blasphemous, Fallen Ones) that worshipped the Demons, and turn this layer of the Abyss into his, Geogad’s Kingdom.

However, after the stirring speech, the Demi-god did not immediately set off. Instead, he ordered the army to set up camp near the Portal. Troops of Frost Giants went back and forth through the Portal to Jotunheim, bringing back even more Frost Giants each time. It seemed Geogad intended to secure this Portal first, and then, after gathering a large enough army from the upper planes, march on the Glacial Fortress.

When night fell, the snowy plains were lit up with stars of campfires. The aroma of roasted meat mingling with the crude songs of the Giants floated on the wind over a great distance while the group returned to their cave to rest, needing to fill their stomachs and tend to their gear.

“Do you think,” Bruto said, hammering away at Lancelot’s great sword with a small hammer, “that a brave dwarf like me will be in those giants’ songs of valor? I took down at least ten enemies, did you see that?”

“I saw everything clearly,” Lancelot replied with a smile, “but don’t expect those giants to include us in their tales. I listened to them for a bit just now, and seventy percent of the content is about how unstoppable Gorgiad is, with the remaining space half-boasting about how easily the Mog followers of Kostcheqi were defeated, and the other half describing the beautiful Nakala appearing like the Goddess of Victory, bringing victory and a kiss to Gorgiad. There’s more about the latter.”

“Tch, if it weren’t for us stepping in just in time, Gorgiad might not have died, but at best only half of his men would be left now,” Bruto grumbled, wrinkling his nose, “Sure enough, one has to tell one’s own stories. When we get back to Twin Bridges Town, I’ll have Vilmor Stone Drum write a song for me too. You’ve met that singer, right? The one who likes to braid his beard into little braids. Just one cup of mead and he’ll write a song! I’ve even brought a battle axe as evidence… Big brother, make sure you don’t wash the blood off it!”

“The Nakala you just mentioned, she’s the blue-haired female frost giant who brought the reinforcements, right?” Kalalin asked thoughtfully, gazing at Lancelot, with a half-finished scroll laid out before him, “The one Gertie mentioned before, the daughter born to Solheim and Olul?”

“That would be her.” Lancelot nodded, “You may not have noticed, but she wears a snowflake-shaped amulet around her neck, just like…”

“Just like the one you got from my mother?”

A magnetic and slightly husky female voice rose from outside the cave, causing Lancelot’s pupils to shrink sharply as he stood up and turned around, his sword Frostslash appearing in his hand.

There was a flash of blue light distinctive of transformation magic outside the cave, and then two ‘shrunken’ female frost giants walked in. Leading them was the very Nakala they had been discussing, and behind her was a well-known figure to everyone – Gertie Oriel Sdottir, the frost giant priestess of the God of Winter, Olul.

“No need to be tense, I’m not here to cause you trouble,” the demi-goddess smiled at the group, her smile brightening and warming the entire cave, “Although the poets will not sing of your deeds, I don’t rely on them to understand what truly happened in battle. The outcome is clear, you not only rescued Qiao from his long imprisonment but also prevented him from suffering a major defeat in his first public appearance after his return.”

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“Your Highness Nakala, we are greatly honored by your presence,” Lancelot said politely, giving a knight’s bow, “and it was your decisive role in the victory. We just bought a little time at most. Please forgive my boldness, but I am curious, what brings Your Highness to visit us, a group of insignificant mercenaries?”

‘Isn’t that obvious?’ Tijana’s voice echoed in Lancelot’s mind, ‘She definitely wants to sleep with you…’