The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 531 - 555 Mother Fencer Pig
Chapter 531: Chapter 555: Mother Fencer Pig Chapter 531: Chapter 555: Mother Fencer Pig “What was that just now?” Alamir was the first to speak, “The shape of that apparition… does it have anything to do with the Vine Summoning Spell you usually cast?”
“Consider it… the essence of the summoned vines,” Lancelot shrugged, “It’s also the first time I’ve manifested it, intending to use its property of refining plants to clear these fungi, and it looks like the result is pretty good.”
“So… will there be any changes to the vines you summon in the future?” Bruto asked curiously, “After you killed that giant spider, you suddenly learned its Shadow Jump.”
“Good question, I don’t know either.”
As Lancelot spoke, he began forming hand seals, and a vine as thick as an arm immediately burrowed out of the ground at his feet. Bruto, curious, leaned in for a close look, but found it seemed exactly the same as before.
“I can’t see any changes,” the Dwarf wasn’t convinced and pinched a handful, “Hmm, both the elasticity and toughness are very good, it could be used directly as a cable.”
“Don’t be hasty, just wait…”
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Lancelot closed his eyes, as if searching for something in his mind, and after a few moments, several spore-like blisters popped out on the vine, gradually growing into small mushrooms. Just as everyone expected, the mushrooms quickly split open, turning into mouths full of tiny, sharp teeth, frantically tearing at the air around them.
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“This is the most sinister plant I have ever seen, just looking at it makes me feel like I’m losing my sanity,” Kalalin stroked his chin and commented gloomily, “It has a touch of Obyrith’s style.”
“This just provides an optional… organ for my Vine Summoning Spell,” Lancelot’s tone was not very confident; after another glance at the monstrosity he had created, he finally admitted, “Alright, they do look a bit bad, but I haven’t undergone any training in creation, have I…”
“I think it’s pretty good,” Little Isha firmly expressed her support for Lancelot, “Brother, can you control these mushrooms?”
Upon hearing this, Lancelot made no physical action, merely willed it, and those little mouths that had just been tearing at the air stopped in unison. The one closest to Lancelot suddenly opened wide and began to sing in a strange accent:
“Once there was a ship that put to sea, and her name was Teapot Spout, she sailed into the ocean wide, bringing back rum and pickled pig’s trotters…” (Note 1)
“Ah, stop, I shouldn’t have taken you to the Dwarf tavern, I’m almost getting calluses on my ears from that song,” Bruto rolled his eyes, “Alright, now that we’ve dealt with these fungal forests, let’s move on.”
“I was curious about trying to complete the chorus part,” Lancelot shrugged, “Let’s go, and see what’s waiting for us at the end of the tunnel…”
The group continued on in battle formation, the tunnel gradually narrowed yet remained wide enough for three people to walk abreast. They could distinctly feel an upward slope under their feet, meaning they were steadily approaching the Dragon’s Nest at the top of the mountain.
The tunnel was not a straight line, and after some turns, dense fungi recaptured the tunnel, forcing Lancelot to summon vine shadows multiple times to clear the obstacles. They also encountered some passages that had converged from lower areas, which appeared to be abandoned due to the dangerous fungi infestation.
Eventually, light indicating the end of the tunnel came into view, accompanied by the noisy chatter of Fencer Trolls. Everyone cautiously approached the exit and peered out, discovering a cavern as vast as a castle’s great hall, with themselves perched within a crack about ten feet above the ground in the wall.
In the center of the cavern sat a chair as large as a bed, upon which sat a female Fencer Troll as tall as a Frost Giant and exceedingly corpulent. Because of the excessive fat accumulated under her skin, her mouth had turned into a funnel-like depression, and her bloated belly protruded further out than her knees.
This mound of flesh had fingers swollen like gourds, and she was incessantly grabbing food from a small cart beside her. They had seen similar carts before, and the so-called food was merely chopped up human limbs, which she eagerly tossed into the hole on her face that constantly opened and closed like a meat grinder.
In front of her, a normal-sized female Fencer Troll was loudly issuing orders to the others. Although Lancelot couldn’t understand a word she was saying, there was no mistaking the air of a commander about her. Under the direction of this female Fencer Troll, squads of warriors were departing from the tunnel entrance at the front of the cave, and Lancelot guessed they were going to reinforce defenses throughout the tunnels.
“What the hell is that disgusting pile of flesh?” Bruto couldn’t help but curse softly, “Is this what a Fencer Troll Matriarch looks like, just sitting there all day long, waiting for others to feed her?”
“Don’t underestimate her, I feel a very strong surge of Magic Power, as if she’s continuously casting spells,” Lancelot said in a low voice, frowning, “Perhaps eating is her way of suppressing the violent Magic Power within her, and the obesity is just a side effect of doing so?”
“A reasonable deduction, and that makes fighting her exceedingly dangerous,” Kalalin said with a grim expression, “Once she stops eating, the power within her must find an outlet.”
“My hammer hitting that lump of fat will probably not have much effect,” Bruto said, sounding somewhat disheartened, “Lancelot, it’s up to you to deal with that one…”
“But you can draw her attention,” Lancelot Morassa stroked his chin, “Don’t rush, let’s wait a bit longer, for every soldier they dispatch, it’s one less enemy we have to face.”
No one objected, and they patiently maintained their silence while carefully observing the area where the battle would soon take place. The ‘bed-chair’ was about sixty feet away from their hiding spot, and in addition to the female Fencer Troll, there were three guards dressed similarly, wielding Speares and Giant Shields, standing by, looking equally difficult to handle.
Around the cavern were many Fencer Troll warriors, but with the commands of the commander, eventually, only about twelve remained in place. It was then that a clear dragon roar emanated from a hole behind the bed-chair, causing the Fencer Matriarch, who had been focused on feeding, to change color suddenly. She sat up sharply from the bed-chair, listening intently to the dragon roar as if trying hard to discern something.
Seeing her sit up, all the Fencer Trolls respectfully bowed their heads, and after the dragon roar ended, the Fencer Matriarch began to wave her arms dramatically, issuing orders in a shrill voice that contrasted with her size, the flesh all over her body rippling like water waves. After she finished speaking, another four Fencer Trolls hurriedly left, disappearing into the hole from which the dragon roar had come.
The corpulent female Fencer Troll sat down contentedly, reaching for the cart filled with fragmented corpses once again, but her expression suddenly froze, and she turned her head to look at the side incredulously.
The small cart, which had been piled with food just moments ago, was now completely empty!
