The Divine Hunter

  Chapter 52 Dwarf Watch

  After inspecting the scene, the two of them directly bid farewell to Sponsol Village Chief Cassili, who was flushed with anxiety.

  Having finally hoped for the stars, the moon, and the demon hunters, just let them go, what else will the village do in the future?

  "Master Reso, didn’t we say something first, if you are really embarrassed, I am willing to increase the price!"

  The witcher put his arms around his chest and retorted unceremoniously,

   "You think about it again. I clearly said that I will make a decision after the site survey. Now I have decided to reject this commission!"

  "It’s not just a price tag. No matter how much money you make, you can’t spend it! Demon hunters chasing and killing monsters is a business. Pay attention to basic trading principles. You have the right to make an order, and we also have the right to refuse."

"Don't the two of you have any sympathy? Tina and Jim, and the widow, the family of the young deceased, how pitiful!" Cassili wrinkled and pleaded, "Can't you help them and catch the murderer?" "

  Unfortunately, he couldn’t see a trace of pity on the icy face of the witcher, so he begged to fade away, a trace of resentment appeared in his eyes, and his attitude immediately became extremely bad.

   "Sure enough, as the rumors say, witch hunters are cold-blooded animals and do not have human emotions! Go away, don't come to Spontall again, you are not welcome here!"

  Reso was indifferent to his irony.

  And Roy is also not the first time to encounter such a bad thing.

  The last time was Kaye Village. After the villagers got rid of the threat of the grave witch, they turned around and started chewing their tongues. The second time it was the one in front of me. The scolding was so ugly.

  If it's a grumpy cat sent demon hunter, maybe just jump up and kill this group of civilians?

Roy shook his head, the last trace of sympathy and apology in his heart disappeared.

  He began to understand why most demon hunters always have a poker face. When this happens too many times, he is numb...

  ……

  The two ignored the resentful eyes of the village chief, and turned and walked towards the mountain road of Mahakam.

   "Reso, if I were as good as you, would you still refuse this commission?"

"Don't think too much, kid, you will have a chance to fight with it in the future, now you can honestly prepare for the trial of the grass." The demon hunter said, "By the way, you just shot that guy's messenger, pray Well, pray that it will not take the initiative to seek revenge."

  But after leaving Sponsol, they were not attacked along the way.

  Not long afterwards, I officially embarked on the mountain trail leading to the depths of Mahakan. Both sides of this road are steep rock walls that are invisible at first, and the road is made of stone slabs.

  The two walked for about an hour, and their vision suddenly widened, and there was a faint voice.

What you see is two rows of huge barricades made of pointed logs. The barricades block the road to the interior of the forest. Behind the barricades, a dwarf wearing silver chain mail and a black heavy hammer is working with two heavily armed companions. to chat with.

  Another dwarf crossbowman scanned the tall wooden guard tower vigilantly. The crossbow in his hand was larger and heavier than Gabriel, who was hiding in the space by Roy.

  The difference between the two is like the difference between a model and an entity.

  Roy looked slightly hot, and just about to open his mouth, the dwarf on the sentry spotted them.

   "Outsiders, Mahakam is not where you should come, leave!"

  While talking, the dwarf crossbowmen on the sentry tower quietly aimed at them, the Lazy Hammer Guard was startled by the call, and his savage face pushed the heavy hammer to his side.

   "Ma... Mahakam doesn't... strangers are not welcome, but to... go to Elland, detour from... Livia and Upper Sorden in the south!"

  The talking dwarf, the heavy hammer in his hand is longer than his body, the hammer head is bigger than its head, and the five short stature carrying such a weapon makes him look quite funny.

  In fact, the powerful inertia of the heavy hammer allows it to easily crush human bones and smash body tissues into flesh.

  "This is the troublesome passage that Seville said? No outsiders are allowed to pass at all!" Roy's heart shuddered. If the dwarves were to follow the Livia detour, the distance between the two would at least double.

  The demon hunter behind him gave him a look that he understood, as if he gave him the work of negotiation.

  The demon hunter seems to understand that his vicious looks and temperament are not suitable for diplomacy.

  Roy finished the draft, stepped forward and said as calmly as possible, "A few dwarf brothers..."

"Who...who's your brother dei!" The guard with a big tongue cut him off with saliva, "Go back!" He forced a step forward, and the braid on his chest swung to this side. A strange smell of alcohol and sweat wafted far away.

  Roy couldn't help taking a step back.

  "This warrior, we are not enemies, I have Seville..."

  In the middle of speaking, Roy's eyelids suddenly twitched, and his keen perception made a warning sign in his heart. But his body couldn't keep up with the reaction at all, unable to make any movements.

  The next second, a bright arrow hit the slate at his foot, and bounced back to the rock wall, giving a strong warning.

  Roy's muscles tensed spontaneously and involuntarily took a step back again.

  The demon hunter next to him moved more quickly. The five fingers of his right hand quickly outlined an inverted triangle seal in front of him, and a protective shield that kept flowing yellow light enveloped him.

After putting on the Kunen's seal, the witcher had no scruples and pulled out the white bright steel sword from the scabbard behind, holding the hilt with both hands on the side of his face, the tip of the sword pointed to the position of the dwarf’s throat, and the posture of the body and the sword. It looks like a bison with sharp horns.

  The atmosphere was momentarily tense and depressed. A group of people in the court heard heavy breathing.

  What a pile of smelly and hard stones!

  Roy spreads out his hands and backs away,

   "Reso, don't be impulsive, let's take a few steps back."

  He had seen this butcher's ruthless side with his own eyes. He could endure the low-threatening civilians, but to those who dared to show his weapons face to face.

  The revolutionary army that did this last time, the grass on the grave has grown to three-chi high.

  They have a horrible attitude, but they are not guilty of killing them, right? What's more, this is the place of the dwarves, how can they pass Mahakam smoothly by killing them all.

The demon hunter pondered for a moment, his amber eyes were full of murderous intent, and he swept the dwarves one by one, and suddenly pressed down the steel sword in his hand. Everyone in the audience felt that there was a flower in front of them, and that long steel sword actually cut tofu into it. The flagstone pavement.

  This time, the four dwarves were surprised.

   "Quick...Quick...rewind!"

  The big tongue dwarf involuntarily put down the heavy hammer, and said sickly. Then he turned to look at his stiff-faced companion, and several people looked at each other, like a punctured balloon, without the initial swelling momentum.

  Roy seized this opportunity and quickly took out the envelope and said loudly, "We are friends of Your Excellency Sevier Hogg. This letter is written by him, please have a look..."

  After hearing these words, the dwarves breathed a sigh of relief as if they had received a pardon.

  The wood-faced demon hunter brought great psychological pressure to them.

   "You...come here, stop with your bald head! Don't...don't move!"

  A few seconds later, the dwarf with big tongue stretched out carrot-thin fingers and took the envelope smoothly.

   stared at a pair of bull's eyes for a moment, then his head was slapped, and he blew his nose and turned around.

   "Idiot! How literate are you? Sorry to make the two laugh. Although the dwarves are an excellent race, they sometimes give birth to a few mentally handicapped children..."

  The dwarf crossbowman did not know when to climb down from the guard tower, and no matter how the big tongue dwarf glared at him, he snatched the envelope and started to read.

   "Well, this is Master Seville's handwriting and seal, yes." The crossbowman nodded and handed the envelope back. The hostility on his face disappeared, but when he looked at the Demon Hunter, his eyes were still a little hairy.

   "What happened just now was a misunderstanding. Reagan and the three brothers were reckless. Please forgive us for our recklessness."

  As he said, he seemed to have completely forgotten his previous hostility, and bowed deeply to the two of them regardless of his face.

  A few other dwarves also rushed to pay courtesy to apologize.

"It's okay, I've heard about your straight tempers. It's your dedication and noble character that opened my eyes!" Roy complimented, and in the slightly complacent eyes of the dwarves, he stretched his hand into his clothes. He digs out, and then slams a cork off with a "lie" sound.

  A bottle of wine with a strong aroma appeared in front of the dwarves. For a moment, they stretched their necks and swallowed wildly like cats smelling fish.

   "The clothes are... so small, you... where did you take it out from...?" The stuttering dwarf pinched his beard and widened his eyes in confusion.

"Your question is not important. This bottle of wine was presented to us by Lord Seville to enjoy on the way. The 50-year-old Mahakan spirit is not inferior to the dwarf spirit." Roy glanced at his companion. , The demon hunter put his hands around his chest and looked good at the show, and didn't stop him.

  He continued, "But now I want to share with a few of you, just make friends, I wonder what you think?!"

   "Well..."

"Master Seville’s friends are all of our Mahakam dwarves’ friends. It’s normal to enjoy wine with friends. It’s a pity that we have our responsibility, but now it’s not convenient to sip with you." With a crossbow on his back, that name The dwarf named Regan Dahlberg declined his kindness.

  Roy shook the bottle in one hand to make the aroma of the wine diffuse faster, and looked at the four dwarves from head to toe.

  "I heard that the dwarves are all masters of drinking. The four appearances are extraordinary, and they must have a matching amount of alcohol. A small bottle of Mahakam is not enough to fill the teeth, how can it affect the daily work of several?"

   "Of course..." The dwarf with the big tongue nodded heavily when he heard the sound, and couldn't agree more. The two dwarves with big axes around him were also obviously moved.

  And the crossbowman is still hesitant.

  Roy withdrew his hand when he saw the situation, "If the four insist on rejecting, I will not force it. I will leave this bottle of wine on the road and let me enjoy it alone."

"Hold on--"

The crossbowman finally couldn't hold back the alcohol bug that was about to move. The big black-haired hand held him back and took the bottle back. "Brother Roy is right. Such a little drink will not delay the work of our guards. ."

  ……

  Half an hour later, the guards paid the price for their underestimation. The four bearded dwarves were poured into the mahakan spirits and fell asleep after lying on the roadblock.

  After careful adjustment by the witcher apprentice, they are paired in pairs, and they are put in an intimate posture of mouth-to-mouth hug.

  Roy couldn’t put it down to play with the crossbow, a small finger, a pair of exquisite crossbow, crossbow body and bowstrings are made of high-quality materials, in the hand, heavy and full of texture.

  On the body of the crossbow, a row of clear texts can be seen——

  To my dear brother, Reagan Dahlberg

  Roy is beaming, he has always wanted to replace "Gabriel", this time he finally got his wish.

  "The perfect killer requires a finger to control. Brother Reagan, this weapon can be used as the cost of wine. When I turn over Mahakam, survive the trial of the grass, I will come back to you for a drink when I have a chance."

  "It is absolutely in line with the principle of fair trade for the demon hunter, do you think it is Resso?" Roy suddenly felt that the depressed energy that had been spurned by the mayor of Sponsol had completely disappeared.

  The path of hunting monsters is full of hardships, and occasionally I have to have some fun for myself.

   Reso shook his head and continued to climb along the mountain road.

  (End of this chapter)