An infinite journey starting from Baldur's Gate

Chapter 83 Big Hole
Malone stretched out his hand and gently brushed the deceased's wide-open, frightened eyes. This person was lucky enough to escape from the previous predicament.

As a result, he is now being hunted by jackals.

He had already told the other party that the road was unsafe and that there were monsters wandering around in the woods.

pity……

"Don't take it to heart, it's his bad luck."

Ying Xin stepped forward and let out a long sigh, patted Ma Long on the shoulder gently and softly, and comforted him softly.

He didn't care about the life or death of outsiders, but the emotional stability of the paladin was directly related to the leadership of the team, so he had to care.

"……I know."

Malone replied in a deep voice. There was a certain probability that the jackal appeared in front of the Moon Sanctuary. He believed that the bard Varro was the most suspicious.
But everyone is right. In the final analysis, it is the deceased who insists on walking alone.

If you have to go by yourself, how can you stop me by force?

As Ying Xin said, if I have bad luck, who can I blame?

"This...is really unfortunate. May you rest in peace."

At this time, Varro came to the deceased and lowered his eyebrows in mourning. Then he read a poem:
It is a farewell to the souls of the deceased.

"Varro, did you run into a jackal and run back again?"

Then Gale asked in a not so good tone.

She also sensed that something was fishy, ​​too much of a coincidence. After all, a human life had been lost, and even if there was a certain relationship between the two parties, they must be taken seriously!
Faced with the question, Varro swallowed and waved his hands:

"Maybe the monsters followed my scent. I did hear strange screams, but I really didn't see any trace of them on the road."

"Okay! That's it!"

Suddenly Ma Long stood up and shouted, taking a deep breath to calm down:

"If we really want to pursue this matter, we are all at fault, but in the final analysis... this was the deceased's own choice. Go back to the camp and pack your things."

The man is dead and the murderer, the Jackal, has been killed. The matter should end there.
There is no point in delving into it anymore.

After saying that, everyone carried the heavy boxes and materials back to the camp in the cellar. Scratching, who stayed behind, saw that everyone had returned intact.
He kept wagging his tail in warm welcome.

This little guy is very popular. He can not only guard the unoccupied camp, but also serve as a security guard at night. How can everyone not like it~
However, when it saw Varro following behind, it immediately put on a vigilant posture.
He leaned down and growled.

"Tickling, be quiet, this person is a friend."

Seeing this, Ma Long quickly patted the dog's head to comfort the little guy, and smiled at the guest:

"Varo, you're welcome, feel free to do so. If you insist on an interview, just ask Gale. I believe you will have more topics to talk about before."

As a campground host, hospitality cannot be lacking, let alone poor.

Except, of course, for the uninvited devil.

"Ah, thank you very much, Mr. Malone, you are so hospitable."

After hearing this, Varro bowed respectfully.

Not all adventurers welcome outsiders into the camp.

After the words fell, Ma Long nodded with a smile and then directed his companions to start packing up the camp. Don't leave your tents and sleeping bags behind when heading to the green woodland.
I can't go without them during my subsequent journeys.

It took nearly half an hour in total for everyone to pack all the camping luggage and pile it together. The total weight of everything was very heavy.
Fortunately, I'm not carrying it alone, otherwise...

During this period, Gale and Varo talked a lot and asked a lot of things, mostly about the details of how they defeated the army of the Supreme God.

The Master always seeks truth from facts and calmly explains the specific facts to the other party.
However, as a bard, Varro felt that the whole process was not dramatic enough as a story, so he made some artistic processing.
Adding many non-existent demons and monsters into the article...

According to Varro, only in this way can the story be truly wonderful ~ even if it has broken away from its original scope and reached the level of legend. "My father has never liked to hear any stories from the bards. They exaggerate the truth."

Weir picked up her bag, glanced at Varro, and spoke softly.

"Haha~ I think it's okay. The content is indeed more attractive, isn't it."

Karak shrugged and laughed twice.

Astelon and Shadowheart were silent. They had no interest in the bard, and they didn't care what the other wrote. Just when Malone was about to comment,
A slight sound suddenly reached his ears.

Kaka~

It sounded like something was cracking. Malone subconsciously raised his head and looked. He thought it was the noise coming from the cellar's ceiling, which was in disrepair.

Others also heard this sound and looked upward along the captain's line of sight. However, everything was normal, not even dust fell.

click!
Suddenly, the strange noise came again, and the sound was louder! Ma Long had a bad feeling.

He quickly lowered his head and took a look at his feet. There were cracks on the ground in the area where everyone was standing, and several extremely conspicuous cracks appeared in his eyes!

"What the hell..."

boom!
Suddenly the whole ground cracked and collapsed! The five people standing on top fell down at the same time, but in less than half a second, they lost their center of gravity.

Karak reacted quickly and pushed away Malone and Asteron who were closest to him!

The two of them escaped.

But he, Shadow Heart and Weir were not spared. After all, the incident happened too suddenly. In addition, being in a camp, slow concentration and slow reaction are normal...

"Damn it!"

Ma Long quickly got up and looked at the cave with an anxious face. He saw a large hole about five meters in diameter. The bottom was dark and numb, and cold air was escaping from it.

He opened his voice and called loudly below:

"Karak! Shadowheart! Vale! Can you hear me?!"

Hearing the sound, Gale and Varro walked side by side and looked at the big, cold hole in front of them.
He couldn't help but look shocked.

"What the hell...it's empty down there?! We slept here last night?!"

Astelon rubbed the painful part and came to the edge of the big hole.
His face was filled with horror and disbelief.

After waiting for a long time, no response was sent to the cellar. Maybe he fell unconscious and no one responded.

Then Ma Long turned his head, his expression extremely serious:

"Varo, you go to the green forest first. It's a pity that we can't go together."

"Gale, do you still have any mana left?"

Although he didn't know what happened just now, Gale nodded solemnly without saying anything and started casting spells. This big hole was really scary.
It was pitch black and there was a biting chill coming out.

But she couldn't stop her determination to go deep into it. Three of her companions fell in, even if there was an abyss below!

"Well, I wish you good luck. I hope to see you all again in the Green Woodland."

Seeing this, Varro took two steps back, gave a sincere blessing, turned around and left.

After the only outsider left, Gale also released the feather falling technique that he had used before jumping off the cliff. Jumping directly would be a fool.

No one knows how deep the hole is, if one breaks his leg or...

In short, you must be fully prepared.

(End of this chapter)