The Divine Hunter Chapter 49: Squirrel Party

After a few more drinks, the dwarf had a hint of drunkenness on his face.

Roy's questions became more and more random, seemingly unrelated.

"I heard that Mahakam is not only home to dwarves, but also a large number of goblins, but since entering Carbon Mountain, I haven't seen a single goblin. What's the reason?" Goblins are the oldest race in the world. , smaller in stature than dwarves, but more skilled than dwarves in terms of craftsmanship.

"More than ten years ago, there was a group of goblins living in Mahakam... They were not big, and each had a bad temper, but their metallurgical and forging skills were not to mention." The dwarf stroked his beard, and memories appeared in his black eyes. , "But they all moved away later. I heard that they moved to the Tir Tosha Mountains, the real base camp of the goblins. The specific reason is unclear, maybe the great elder knows."

The young man felt that it was a pity that he could only wait for the opportunity to see the legendary species again.

"By the way, Boss Reagan, Bernie, Dulu, and Dave, have you ever left Carbon Mountain? Have you ever seen the world outside Mahakam?"

"What good is there outside the mountain?" Difu shook his head, his furry face full of disdain, "The wine, weapons, and women are not as good as Carbon Mountain, so why go out and suffer. Besides, leaving Carbon Mountain means giving up your own house. , How can I get a wife if I don’t have a house? I don’t plan to go out anyway.”

"You can't say anything too absolute," Reagan put down his wine glass with a trace of longing in his eyes, "In a few years, after I turn sixty, I want to go out and try my luck, join Brother Pauli, and follow Mr. Yalpan. If you practice martial arts, you'd better be able to make a name for yourself. Then when you return to Carbon Mountain, why worry about not having a woman to embrace you?"

Dulu nodded as he heard this, and the reflection of the wine glass in his eyes changed to a woman.

But Bernie, the stuttering dwarf, frowned and objected, "Outside... there are dangers... robbers... cunning humans... and there are... Scoia'tael in the mountains and forests."

Regan suddenly covered his mouth, and the expressions of Drew and Diff also changed.

This was the second time Roy heard the name of this organization, first from Sevier Hogg and then from Bernie. As the nephew of the Grand Elder of Carbon Mountain and a dignified Edsberg liquor agent, the former is well-informed and is not surprised to know about the Scoia'tael.

But Bernie is a small character in Carbon Mountain. Where did he hear about the Scoia'tael?

Thinking of this, he took a sip of the strong drink. He didn’t cheat this time. After swallowing, a blush appeared on his face. Following Bernie’s words, he asked, “Have you seen the Scoia’tael?”

"What Scoia'tael?" The dwarf shook his head, "You heard wrong, little brother, come on, let's continue drinking, no matter what the Scoia'tael or the Rat Party."

"Boss Reagan, why don't you open up and say," Roy said half-truthfully, "I'm from Lower Posada in Aden, have you heard of it? Not far to the east is the Valley of Flowers. I'd have known that there are people living in the valley. A group of elves, because of the blood feud of past generations, have always regarded humans as mortal enemies. They use various illegal means to attack humans in the north, stealing, robbing, and killing endlessly."

"The originally loose extremist elves gradually formed an organization under the leadership of an elf sorceress. They were called the Scoia'tael because they liked to wear squirrel tails and tattoos on their bodies."

The ultimate goal of the Scoia'tael is to completely defeat the humans in the north, establish their own country, and never be bullied or humiliated by humans again. In fact, most non-human races in the northern countries, especially elves and elven hybrids, were humiliated in the slums and faced endless discrimination and oppression. Later, more and more people chose to join the Scoia'tael and rise up in resistance.

In addition to the elves, some dwarves were also roped in.

"How do you know so much at such a young age?" Reagan immediately let go of Bernie's mouth, and the latter immediately stuck out his tongue and gasped crazily.

"Demon hunters always know a little more than ordinary people..." Roy smiled, "To a certain extent, demon hunters can be considered a non-human race, so they don't have to be secretive about us."

The dwarf thought for a while before replying, "Like most people in Carbon Mountain, we have never seen the Scoia'tael with our own eyes... What that group of people did violated the rules and regulations established by the Great Elder. The target of strict attack."

"Whoever has anything to do with the Scoia'tael will be driven away in despair!"

"So, compared to the elves of the Scoia'tael, the Great Elder is more interested in humans?" Roy asked curiously.

"The Great Elder does not take sides, just because humans can communicate, but the Scoia'tael are too paranoid and want to brainwash all the dwarves in Carbon Mountain, so they are banned." The dwarf burped, "I will Knowing so much, let’s continue drinking!”

The other party didn't want to say more, and Roy didn't force it.

After twenty glasses of wine, Reagan Dahlberg was drunk and snoring on the table, but his eyes were still clear and he did not appear drunk at all.

"How about it, three brothers, am I the winner of this game?"

"Okay, the boss has capsized in the gutter and underestimated you." Difu looked at his stomach in surprise. After twenty glasses of wine, he couldn't see any rise and fall. It was completely inconsistent with common sense. He couldn't help but blurted out, "Is it possible that your stomach is too big?" Is there a space bag inside?"

Roy's heart skipped a beat ~IndoMTL.com~ thought the other party had guessed it.

"You're kidding!" The dwarf suddenly shook his head again, "The Carbon Mountain people keep their word, the boss's crossbow now belongs to you!"

"It looks like you didn't enjoy your drinking to the fullest. Do you dare to keep trying to drink more? This time it's me, and I'll make sure you go to the toilet!"

Roy looked around at the three dwarves, their faces all eager to try,

"Why don't you dare? As you know, a demon hunter's alcohol capacity will increase tenfold after a mutation. I'll let you see it today!"

……

An hour later, there were three drunken men sleeping soundly in the cave.

The only people left sitting were Roy and the stuttering dwarf opposite him, who was blushing and half-drunk. "Bernie, they all said you were stupid and couldn't speak clearly, but you are clearly the fourth brother. The one with the clearest mind."

"Hey, you have a discerning eye!" After this stutterer was drunk, he smoothed his tongue miraculously.

"Boss Reagan has never seen the Scoia'tael, you must have." Roy asked with gleaming eyes.

"I haven't seen it! I haven't seen it in the past year, Hier..." The dwarf's red cheeks showed a drunken expression, "They used to wander in the depths of the mountain forest with the ore thieves and wild beasts. Carbon Mountain Prison Something to be wary of."

"Wandering deep in the mountains and forests? You mean the mountains and forests of Mahakam?" Roy's tone trembled as he thought of the discussion he had with the demon hunter yesterday.

But the dwarf grinned at him, showing his two front teeth, and fell asleep.

Roy glanced at the four drunkards, shook his head, took out the spatial crossbow "Blood Brothers", placed it in front of Reagan Dahlberg, and left the cave dwelling.

This bow means even more to Reagan. The other party helped him a lot today, so he didn't take away anyone's favor.