The Divine Hunter Chapter 2: Dwarf team

"Master Witcher, Miss Warlock, and children, welcome."

The team beside the campfire expanded several times in an instant, and one of the leaders of the team, the dwarf Yarpen Zyglin, sat in the center and introduced his teammates one by one,

"From left to right are Yannick Brass, Xavier Moran, Pauly Dahlberg, and his blood brother Regan Dahlberg. The last one who looks silly and stutters is Bernie. That master seems to be an old acquaintance of him?"

The dwarves are all short and stocky, with thick beards, wearing thick cotton jackets, like cube stone piers carved out of a mold, and they all carry crossbows on their backs and carry dark battle axes or war hammers. If you don’t look closely, It's easy to get confused.

From Roy's observation, their combat attributes far exceeded those of ordinary people, especially their strength and physique, which were only slightly inferior to the newly born demon hunters.

But the weapon ability and combat experience are much stronger!

In addition to the dwarves, there were more than thirty fully armed human soldiers sitting beside another bonfire, seemingly not wanting to come near.

"More than four years ago." Roy nodded, with a happy smile on his lips, "I defeated an ancient deer-headed spirit in Mahakam with Reagan and Bernie! We drank wine and took a bath together , Brother Reagan also taught me crossbow shooting skills!"

Roy took out a palm-sized, dusty notebook from his arms. On the cover was written "Given to Roy by Reagan Dahlberg."

Reagan took it in his hand and gently rubbed it with his calloused hands, feeling greatly comforted. This book of decades of experience and experience is still well preserved.

"Roy, you have changed so much. At that time, I could still reach your chin, but now it only reaches your waist. But Bernie and I have never understood why you and Master Leisu left without saying goodbye before the dinner? ”

"We are not used to overly lively occasions." Roy and Reso exchanged a look. It seemed that these two guys didn't know the trap set by Brovar Hogg at that time, so he didn't expose it. , "We left quietly from the Smelk Mine."

"Okay," Bernie said with regret, "after you left, the great elder gave all the credit for eradicating the deer-headed spirit to me, Reagan, Dulu, Di...Diff. ."

"Women have become...as enthusiastic as chicken blood...crazy. They treat us as heroes."

“We didn’t want to get married and have children at such a young age and be tied to a tree, so Bernie and I left the holy mountain of Mahakam and came to Kaedwen to join my brother Paulie,” Reagan said proudly to explain,

The brother Paulie next to him looks exactly like him, except that his beard is longer and black.

"Following the boss Yalpan Ziglin, I have been doing well and doing well, and I have been doing it till now."

"Man, if you can't survive anymore, you might as well come to our place. If nothing else, the wine will take care of you!"

Regan patted Roy on the shoulder generously.

The coral beside the witcher chuckled, warming its hands that were wet with dew on the bushes, while the children looked at the dwarves with bright eyes, full of curiosity. It was the first time they were separated from the ancient race. Got to be so close to talk.

Knight Grimm stroked the sword on his knee, his eyes wandering, and he began to choose the target for challenge again.

"Roy...Long time no see! We will definitely...definitely drink a few boxes...until we get drunk and we won't come back!"

Bernie rubbed his hands together with a red face,

"Ahem...where are the boxes of wine for you to drink now?" Pauly Dahlberg suddenly interrupted his reverie with a hum, "The wine must be reserved for the brothers on the front line!"

Bernie suddenly turned his body sideways like a sulker, aiming his big **** at Paulie.

"Speaking of which, there are six of you," Geralt said thoughtfully, his eyes slowly scanning the dwarf's face, "there were also six dragon hunters at the beginning, and all the members of the dwarf dragon hunting team are here."

"You made a mistake. Bernie took the place of Lucas Toco." Yarpan took a sip of Mahakam liquor and handed the bottle to Bernie, who held the wine in his arms. Ping smiled and calmed down, "Lucas got married and went back to Mahakam to live in seclusion. Although Bernie's brain is a little slow, he is an honest and hard-working child."

"What does dragon hunting mean?" The demon hunter apprentices caught a key word and looked at Geralt expectantly. Even the girls pricked up their ears. Dragons are legendary creatures.

"Haha, Geralt, although that incident ended in failure, losing to a golden dragon is not a shameful thing. There is no need to hide it from these apprentices, right?" Yarpan patted his beer belly. , laughed and winked at Karl, and explained generously, "Years ago, we hunted a pregnant female green dragon in Kangong'en, along with the predators of Clinfield and the sorceress Ye from Vengerberg. Nefer, the animal protectionist mage Dorrega Ray, the bard Dandelion..."

"At that time, the poisonous sheep trap prepared by the cobbler completely disabled the female dragon's combat effectiveness. Just when we were about to succeed and use a special fishing net to trap the green dragon, a friend of Geralt's traveling companion suddenly took action."

"From a human to a golden dragon as big as a hill, with scales comparable to steel, and fangs and claws that are as sharp as magic weapons, it defeated our team, killed many of us, and then took the green dragon with him Run away with the cub."

Even after more than ten years, the dwarves still have lingering fears.

Although the battle ended in failure and they fled, they formed a "combat friendship" with the demon hunters.

"Golden dragon, change into human form? I remember an old ballad, golden dragon can turn into..." Aiden muttered,

"Anything," Geralt nodded, "including humans. In short, the golden dragon Velentretames, also known as Lord Three Jackdaws, taught all the participants in the war a good lesson."

Roy suddenly glanced at Bai Lang teasingly, making the other person's back feel numb.

Roy knew very well.

The golden dragon transformed into three jackdaws. Borch and Geralt sat and talked all night at the Sleeping Dragon Inn. They talked about speculation, and even invited him and his two female Zerikan guards to have a mandarin duck bath. .

Know that Zerekan women are not just on the battlefield.

Equally good at galloping elsewhere.

That night, in the crowded bathtub, the shabby demon hunter Geralt enjoyed unprecedented enjoyment.

The next day, he was full of energy and entangled with his old lover Yennefer from the dragon hunting team.

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The apprentices couldn't help but look forward to it, imagining the scene of a fierce battle with a green dragon and a golden dragon.

But the demon hunters couldn't help but look at Roy. The dragon named Mirmenir that this guy defeated in another world seemed to be even more terrifying, and he possessed a magical power called dragon roar.

"Children, young apprentices," Yarpan stroked his beard and teased the children who were addicted to illusions and whose eyes were shining. "The golden dragon is the king among the dragons. He can kill a whole room of people with just one breath. People, and you are all newbies, don’t aim too high and start hunting with water ghosts first, right? Haha!”

The faces of all the apprentices turned dark, and they once again fell into the days dominated by the smell of fish and the annoying strange cries.

"Take a sip and wake up your mind!" Yarpan threw the wine bottle to Karl carelessly.

The wine splashed into the flames, and the aroma of wine filled the night.

Karl took a sip, grinned at the heat, and handed the bottle to the other friends.

The witcher does not restrict the apprentice from drinking. After all, he has tasted grass decoction that is a hundred times more poisonous.

Just don’t drink too much.

"Speaking of which, Geralt, how are you and that lady?" Brother Reagan Dahlberg winked at Geralt with some gossip, "Has the relationship between you been repaired?"

The white wolf's face froze, and he was worried for no reason about Yennefer, who was accompanying Ciri and Eleni in Skellige. He was worried that the man named Kratz would start to have some wrong ideas again, but he still nodded. "Well...it's fast, much better than before."

"Congratulations in advance, don't forget to treat us to a wedding banquet on the day of work." Yarpan joked with an exaggerated laugh.

"Man, the matter about the golden dragon and Yennefer is over here, should we introduce our friends over there?" Geralt looked at the man who was standing hesitantly beside the carriage instead of sitting with the dwarf. Man, change the subject.

"The real steward of our fleet, Commissioner Wilfrid Wink," the dwarf raised his voice and said seriously, "serves for the benevolent king of Kaedwen, King Henselt of Ard Kalai. ."

Commissioner Wenke was taller than Leso, almost twice as tall as the dwarves. He was dressed in simple and simple attire like a messenger on horseback. Facing the bright eyes of this group of unexpected visitors, he nodded stiffly.

Obviously he didn't like this group of visitors, but he couldn't stand the large number of them.

Roy raised an eyebrow, but not at Wink.

Somewhere in the dwarf's words, he disagreed.

Henselt was not a benevolent man.

He has a bad temper and a bad attitude towards non-human beings.

And later, during the Second Northern War, this king actually reached an agreement with Nilfgaard, the great enemy of the entire north, and cooperated internally and externally, and occupied the northern area of ​​​​the Kingdom of Aden, his ally. His short-sightedness and shamelessness made people sad. Point out.

In addition, Roy knew very well that the current actions of the convoy led by the loyal Yarpan were also an ulterior design of Henselt.

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"So, you are escorting the goods under the king's order?" Lambert blurted out as he looked at the loaded carriage,

"Yes, but they are all ordinary goods, salted fish..." Yarpan said nonchalantly, "feed, tools, horse gear, and various bits and pieces of military supplies."

"You must know..." Yarpan sighed, "The Scoia'tael is very violent. Soldiers across the country are short of food and clothing, waiting for material assistance. As a member of the Kingdom of Kaedwen, we Of course I have to do something."

Dwarves from an ancient race, working for Kaedwen against the Scoia'tael, a group of ancient races?

Is this considered a traitor to the race?

At this moment, the demon hunters fell into silence and turned their eyes.

"Guys, friends, don't make such expressions. I know that in addition to elves, there are also dwarves among the Scoia'tael. In order to pursue freedom and resist discrimination, they hide in the bushes and suddenly jump out and shoot people. Pierce the heart." There was a look of disgust on Yalpan's face, and he shook his head and smiled, "But there are differences between dwarves and dwarves."

"It took us more than a hundred years to reconcile with our human neighbors. Many of my people established blacksmith shops, wine shops, the great Zion Vanilli Bank, Vivaldi Bank... around the world and prospered development."

"This has proven that different races can coexist peacefully. My five brothers and I left Mahakam and came to Kaedwen to serve King Henselt in order to strengthen this bond."

When Roy heard this, he couldn't help but think of another dwarf, Dennis Kramer, who worked for Grand Duke Siward of the Principality of Elland.

A clear idea came to my mind.

Blovar Hogg, the ruler of Mahakam, belongs to the neutral faction

The six Yalpans and Dennis Kramer all belong to the faction close to the northern humans.

The dwarves of the Scoia'tael are at the other extreme, hating the northern human faction.

"But those forest gangsters magnified their hatred without limit and slaughtered all human beings mercilessly, regardless of whether they had discriminated against them or not, whether they were kind or vicious. This..." Yalpan shook his head and took a sip in depression. Spirits, said loudly, "Their atrocities will destroy the good situation that has been built with difficulty."

"I will not allow the efforts of the past hundred years to go to waste and return to the situation where the ancient races and humans are incompatible! So we stand up and prove that there are still rational non-human races!"

A hint of recognition appeared on Commissioner Wenke's gloomy face beside the carriage, and he nodded slightly.

Roy secretly sighed in his heart. As the Scoia'tael's killings and arson in the north become more and more intense, the northern kingdom's discrimination and hatred towards non-human/ancient races will also sharply deepen.

When talking about this sensitive topic, there was a brief silence around the campfire.

Only the sounds of the dwarves gulping down their drinks, burping, farting, and the crackling sound of the night wind blowing through the campfire could be heard.

"Okay, I've expressed my opinion. Master Demon Hunter, where are you going on this long journey to achieve higher status?" Yarpan asked, "You know, in the past two years, your reputation has spread throughout the world. Northland."

"The Scoia'tael hate you with all their might, but the human race has greatly changed their view of you."

"The story in "The Story of Nuo City" is very descriptive. Fifteen demon hunters wielded swords as bright as moonlight and breathed flames. Now..." The dwarves' eyes passed over the team, with more than twenty pairs of vertical pupils. ,

"Tsk tsk, the number has doubled. This development speed is faster than the birth of children between elves and dwarves!"

"Ahem, cough... Mr. Yarpan, this metaphor is not appropriate," Vesemir smiled, "Our number is less than one thousandth of the non-human race. No matter how we develop, It cannot affect the overall situation."

"But you are very skilled in martial arts." Reagan praised, "Anyway, where are you going with such a large group of people?"

"South, Elland, let these flowers in the greenhouse receive some training and experience the customs of different countries." Roy threw some charcoal into the bonfire at will and explained, "The next ten days There is no fork in the road until we reach the Lekshila River. How about we go together? As you said, the Scoia'tael is raging and the road is not smooth. Let's take care of each other."

According to Roy's memory, during this operation, Yarpan and the other dwarves will encounter great danger and suffer sacrifices.

Since there are old acquaintances of Geralt, as well as Bernie and Regan, he can't just sit back and ignore it, he must take care of it!

From the bottom of his heart, he quite liked this group of slovenly, greedy, alcoholic, yet loyal dwarves.

His silver-grey pupils, calm face, and gentle tone all carry a charm that touches people's hearts,

Yarpan almost nodded directly.

"Sorry," he glanced at Commissioner Wenke next to him, "I don't care. If the convoy fails to arrive on time, the quartermaster will be responsible."

"Have you seen the strong little bodies of these children? They have been trained by us for a long time! They have been on the road for half a month without any accidents! I guarantee that their footsteps will not be inferior to those of healthy adults. People will never slow down your progress." Serrit immediately understood what Roy meant and whispered to persuade, "Besides, as everyone knows, we have fallen out with the Scoia'tael a long time ago. We will not harm you."

"Ahem," Geralt glanced at the few dwarves slowly, "We are traveling together. If you are free, you can also give some advice to these children and teach them some adventure experiences."

Suddenly, Vicky, Renee, Oreo, and Conrad, a group of children, held their hands on their chests and cast admiring and pleading glances at the dwarves.

"Hiss—"

The six dwarves, who were good at teaching others, seemed to have drunk a glass of exquisite wine. Their expressions were slightly drunk, their chins were almost raised to the sky, and the corners of their mouths were bent as if they were cramped. ~IndoMTL.com~ Yarpan took a deep breath while stroking his long beard, and exchanged glances with the five brothers around him, "Oh, we are just soft-hearted and can't bear to see the eager expressions of women and children."

"I will discuss it with Mr. Wenke later."

"Well, everyone, it's getting late, how about you rest early today? Bernie, who are you staring at with your eyes so wide? You want to catch up with Roy? No! You have to recharge your batteries tonight, and we'll talk about it on the road tomorrow!"

Roy glanced at the sky. The Wyvern constellation was clearly visible, and the Milky Way outlined a bright ribbon in the night sky.

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The night is dark.

Wagons and oxcarts formed a huge circle around the campfire.

A piece of cloth divides the space into two halves.

The girls and the sorceress lived in the tent on the left, while the boys slept on the right.

As for the witchers, after thoughtfully spreading a circle of dung to repel wild beasts, they slept scattered outside the caravan in different corners, on trees, big rocks, haystacks and branches.

The vertical pupils sometimes closed, and sometimes cast a dim light towards the protected caravan.

"Why do you have to go on the road with them?" asked the white wolf who was lying on the branch cushion, covered with a cloak, and his hands around the back of his head,

"If you knew that your friend was about to be in danger..." Roy asked, staring at the twinkling stars in the sky and the dwarf Bernie who was standing guard with a human soldier beside another bonfire. "Will you help them?"

"You mean Yalpen and the others..." Geralt made a serious face.

"This **** trip is unusual. In short, everyone must pay attention to safety."

"Go to bed early, man."

After speaking, Roy sat cross-legged.

The mind sinks into the world of meditation.

Try again to learn the ability from the fire giant summoned by Vilgefortz.

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