The Divine Hunter Chapter 38: Dwarf Outpost

After the two inspected the scene, they bid farewell directly to Sponsor village chief Cassili, who turned red with anxiety.

After all the hard work of hoping for the arrival of the demon hunters, what would the village do next if they just let them go?

"Master Leisuo, didn't we say it beforehand? If you are really in trouble, I am willing to raise the price!"

The witcher crossed his arms and retorted unceremoniously,

"Think about it again. I clearly said I would make a decision after conducting an on-site survey. Now I have decided to reject this commission!"

"It's not just about the price. No matter how much money you make, you won't be able to spend it without your life! Hunting down monsters is a business. We should pay attention to basic trading principles. You have the right to propose a commission, and we also have the right to refuse."

"Don't you two have any sympathy at all? Tina and Jim, as well as the widow and the family of the young deceased, how pitiful they are!" Cassili wrinkled his face and pleaded, "Can't you help them and arrest them? Live the murderer?"

It's a pity that he couldn't see a trace of mercy from the cold face of the witcher, so all his pleas faded away, a trace of resentment appeared in his eyes, and his attitude immediately became extremely bad,

"As expected, as the rumors say, demon hunters are cold-blooded animals and do not have human emotions! Get out and don't come to Sponsor again, you are not welcome here!"

Leso was unmoved by his sarcasm.

This is not the first time Roy has encountered such a bad thing.

The last time it was Kaye Village, after the villagers got rid of the threat of the Tomb Witch, they turned around and started talking. This is the second time that the person in front of me is going to break up if he doesn’t like it? And he was scolded so harshly.

If it were a more grumpy cat-sect demon hunter, he might just jump up and kill these civilians?

Roy shook his head, the last trace of sympathy and apology disappearing from his heart.

He began to understand why most demon hunters always had a poker face. After encountering this situation too many times, they became numb...

……

The two ignored the village chief's angry eyes and turned to walk towards the mountain road of Mahakam.

"Leso, if I were as powerful as you, would you still refuse this commission?"

"Don't think too much, kid. You will have a chance to fight it in the future. Now prepare honestly for the Trial of Green Grass." The demon hunter said, "By the way, you just shot that guy's Messenger, pray, pray that it will not take the initiative to seek revenge."

But leaving Sponsor, they were not attacked along the way.

Soon after, we officially set foot on the mountain trail leading to the depths of Mahakam. This road is surrounded by steep rock walls as far as the eye can see on both sides, and the road is paved with stone slabs.

The two of them walked for about an hour, when their field of vision suddenly widened, and vague human voices could be heard.

What came into view were two rows of huge roadblocks made of pointed logs. The roadblocks blocked the road leading to the interior of the mountain forest. Behind the roadblocks, a dwarf wearing a silver chainmail and carrying a black hammer was standing with two full-armored men. Armed companion chat.

Another dwarf crossbowman glanced vigilantly on the tall wooden sentry tower. The crossbow in his hand was larger and heavier than Roy's Gabriel hidden in the space.

The difference between the two is like the difference between models and entities.

Roy's eyes were slightly hot when he saw it. Just when he was about to open his mouth, the dwarf on guard spotted them.

"Foreigners, Mahakam is not the place you should be, leave!"

While they were talking, the dwarf crossbowman on the sentry tower quietly aimed at them. The Lazy Hammer Guard was alerted by the cry and swung his heavy hammer to his side with a ferocious expression.

"Ma... Mahakam does not... do not welcome strangers. You have to... go to Elland, and take a detour from... Rivia and Upper Soden in the south!"

The dwarf who spoke had a heavy hammer in his hand that was longer than his body, and the head of the hammer was bigger than his head. Carrying such a weapon on his short stature made 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 minced flesh.

"Is this the traffic trouble that Sewell said? No outsiders are allowed to pass at all!" Roy was shocked. If the dwarf really followed the dwarf's advice and took the detour from Livia to Soden, the distance between the two of them would be increased by at least one hour. times.

The demon hunter behind him gave him a look of understanding, as if he had left the negotiation work to him.

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

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

"Who...who is your brother!" The big-tongued guard interrupted him with spit, "Back off!" He took another step forward, and the braid on his chest suddenly moved this way. After a while, a strange smell of alcohol and sweat floated out from the distance.

Roy couldn't help but take a step back.

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

Halfway through the words, Roy's eyelids suddenly twitched, and his keen perception gave rise to a warning sign in his heart. But his body couldn't keep up with the reaction at all, and he couldn't make any movements.

The next second, a bright arrow hit the stone slab at his feet and bounced off the rock wall. It was a warning.

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

The demon hunter next to him moved even faster. The five fingers of his right hand quickly outlined an inverted triangular seal in front of him. In an instant, a shield of pale yellow light was surrounding him.

After putting on Quen's seal, the demon hunter no longer had any scruples. He pulled out the bright white steel sword from the scabbard behind his back. He held the hilt of the sword with both hands and raised it horizontally to his face. The tip of the sword pointed at the dwarf's throat. The posture of the sword is like a bison showing its sharp horns.

The atmosphere was tense and extremely depressing, and a group of people in the venue breathed heavily.

What a pile of smelly, hard rocks!

Roy spread his hands and stepped back,

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

He had seen with his own eyes the ruthless side of this butcher. He could tolerate civilians who were not very threatening, but he could also tolerate those who dared to show their weapons to his face.

The last time the revolutionary army did this, the grass on their graves had grown three feet tall.

Their attitudes are outrageous, but they don’t deserve to be killed, right? What's more, this is the territory of the dwarves. If they kill them all and form a deadly feud, how can they pass Mahakam smoothly?

The demon hunter pondered for a moment, his amber eyes full of murderous intent, scanning the dwarves one by one, and suddenly pressed down the steel sword in his hand. Everyone present felt that their eyes were dazzled. Such a long steel sword actually cut tofu. Usually inserted into the stone pavement.

This time, it was the four dwarves' turn to be surprised.

"Hurry...quickly...retreat!"

The big-tongued dwarf couldn't help but put down his hammer and said something sickly. Then he turned around and looked at his stiff-faced companions. They looked at each other like balloons that had been popped, losing all the momentum they had inflated at the beginning.

Roy seized this opportunity, quickly took out the envelope and said loudly, "We are friends of His Excellency Sevier Hogg. This letter is handwritten by him. Please read it..."

Hearing these words, the dwarves behind the roadblock breathed a heavy sigh of relief as if they had received a pardon.

The wooden-faced demon hunter brought them tremendous psychological pressure.

"You...come here, Baldhead, stop! Don't...don't move!"

After a few seconds, the big-tongued dwarf stretched out his carrot-thick fingers and took the envelope smoothly,

After staring into a pair of bull's eyes for a moment, he was slapped on the head and turned around while blowing his nose.

"Idiot! Are you literate?! Sorry for making you two laugh. Although dwarves are an excellent race, they sometimes give birth to a few mentally retarded children..."

The dwarf crossbowman didn’t know when he climbed down from the sentry tower, and no matter how the big-tongued dwarf glared at him, he grabbed the envelope and read it.

"Well, this is Lord Sewell'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 bit... Hairy.

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

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

The other dwarves also hurriedly bowed and apologized.

"It's okay. I've heard about your upright tempers for a long time. But your noble character of dedication to your duties has opened my eyes!" Roy complimented, and in the slightly complacent eyes of the dwarves, he reached out to He took out his clothes and then pulled out a cork with a "down" sound.

A bottle of wine exuding a strong aroma appeared in front of the dwarves. For a moment, they stretched their necks and swallowed saliva like cats smelling the fishy smell.

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

"Your question is not important. This bottle of wine was given to us by Mr. Sewell for us to enjoy on the road. It is fifty-year-old Mahakam spirit. Its strength is no less than that of dwarf spirit." Roy glanced at it His companion, the witcher, crossed his arms and looked like he was watching a good show, but did not stop him.

He continued, "But now I want to share it with a few people, just like making friends. What do you think?"

"Well..."

"Lord Sevier's friends are the friends of all us Mahakam dwarves. It is normal to enjoy wine with friends. It's a pity that we have responsibilities and it is not convenient to drink with you now." Carrying a crossbow , the dwarf named Reagan Dahlberg declined his offer.

Roy shook the bottle with one hand to let the aroma of the wine spread faster, and looked at the four dwarves from head to toe.

"I heard that the dwarves are all masters of drinking. The four of you are extraordinary in appearance and must have the drinking capacity to match. A small bottle of Mahakam liquor is not enough to fill your teeth. How could it affect your daily work?"

"Of course..." The big-tongued dwarf nodded heavily upon hearing this, and couldn't agree more. The two dwarves carrying big axes beside him were also obviously moved. ~IndoMTL.com~ And the crossbowman remains undecided.

Seeing this, Roy withdrew his hand and said, "If the four of you insist on refusing, I won't force you. Just leave this bottle of wine on the way and let me enjoy it alone."

"Wait a minute——"

The crossbowman finally couldn't restrain the wine bug that was about to move, and held him down with his **** hairy hand and took back the bottle, "Brother Roy is right, such a little drink will not delay us. The job of a guard."

……

Half an hour later, the guards paid the price for their underestimation of the enemy. The four bearded dwarves were drunk with Mahakam spirits and fell asleep after lying on the roadblock.

After careful adjustment by the witcher's apprentice, they were put into a group of two and placed into an intimate posture of a mouth-to-mouth embrace.

Roy couldn't put it down and played with what he had taken off the crossbow, a small wrench and a pair of exquisite crossbows. The crossbow body and bow strings were made of high-grade materials. He held them in his hands, feeling heavy with emotion. texture.

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

To my dear brother, Reagan Dahlberg

Roy looked happy. He had always wanted to replace "Gabriel", and this time he finally got his wish.

"The perfect killing weapon needs a thumb to control it. Brother Reagan, let this weapon be used as the cost of the wine. When I climb over the Mahakam, survive the trial of grass, and have the opportunity to come back to you for a drink." ”

"It is absolutely in line with the principle of fair trade among witchers, don't you think it's Leisuo?" Roy suddenly felt that the depression that he had been spurned by the village chief of Sponsor had completely disappeared.

The journey of hunting monsters is full of hardships, and you have to find some fun for yourself occasionally.

Leso shook his head and continued climbing along the mountain road.