From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

"You have to know, Gabo. If things continue like this, even if I leave Zigrein now, I will have nothing to do with Zigrein in the future." Lan looked at Gabo condescendingly, with a cold tone.

"You've dragged me into it, or—you've figured me out."

Gabo stopped talking, while Lan gave orders and began to gather his soldiers to get everyone ready.

Figures moved outside the house, but they did not attract the attention of the Ziglin dwarves. The entire gathering place of their clan seemed to be more than half empty. Apparently whatever they were going to do tonight was already on their way.

And Gabo neither continued to persuade Lan nor tried to run out to report the news, but just stood there. He seemed to regard Lann's tent as a prison to isolate himself from the outside world.

Lan En recalled that getting along with Gabo for so many days was actually quite pleasant. Moreover, the other party has been preoccupied and reluctant since he first appeared, and seems to be opposed to the clan's actions; it's just that the dwarf clan culture is far more closely related to the family than the human society, and the dwarf is still tied up after all.

Lan thought for a while, and before leaving, he still stepped forward and said to Gabo: "I heard that there are only two kinds of dwarves who return to Mahakam after going out to human society: one is because they are bullied and discriminated against in human society and cannot gain a foothold. Those who had to return to Mahakam; there is another kind who saw the plight of the dwarves in human society and wanted to return to their hometown to build Mahakam and make the race and the country stronger. Gabo, you are obviously the latter.”

Gabo's figure moved slightly, and he let out a long sigh: "Duke Lannister, what's the point of saying this now?"

"I have guesses about the movements of the Qiglin clan, but I want more accurate information to save time. I think you can tell me." Lane said.

Gabo smiled wryly: "I'm a Chieglin, Mr. Duke."

But Lan shook his head: "You came back for the construction of Mahakam, Gabo. We have been getting along very well so far, so I can also communicate with you sincerely-do you think the current situation of the Ziglin clan How much damage would it be to Mahakam?"

"Taking a step back, even if you put the interests of the clan before Mahakam, it is acceptable to harm Mahakam to strengthen Zigrin. But do you really think this action is beneficial to Zigrin?"

When he heard this story for the first time in his previous life, Lan felt that the dwarves of Ziglin were not very smart. This act of massacring people with different surnames is useless except to vent their anger for a while, and it may even cause endless troubles.

Especially in a country with a system like Mahakam, there is no way to escape. It would be great if he could gain some benefits from this operation to strengthen himself, but the problem is that there is no such thing.

"I once visited several scholars of sociology, philosophy, and anthropology in Niubao. They proposed a very interesting term-'group polarization'." Lann said slowly, "This theory holds that When many individuals gather to form a group, the decisions they make tend to be more likely to develop towards extremes. They are either extremely risky or extremely conservative; either extremely good or extremely evil.”

"Many plans that would be hated when an individual thinks alone are often passed when they become a group. Gabo, you seem to be in this dilemma."

"You're the only dwarf in the tent now, so Gabor, I need you to think again—do you really want this to happen? Do you really think Mahakam, the Zigrin clan Should compatriots bear the consequences of this incident?"

Lan saw Gabo's face began to struggle, and his body began to tremble.

"You're not an ignorant person, Gabo. You should be able to figure out these things easily. You may be dragged down by clan thinking, or some other 'honor' or something. I just hope you can use your usual Think again rationally and clearly."

Sintra's guards came from outside the tent and shouted to Lan, "Your Excellency, the troops are assembled!"

Ran glanced at Gabo, who was still trembling, and shook his head. He has a good impression of this dwarf, but it is exhausted now.

His body began to glow with amber brilliance, he turned his head and said: "Geralt, take our people to the dam next to Davor's Pond, I suspect that Ziglin intends to blow up the dam to kill people in the mine. Fuchs who is gathering supplies inside. You don’t need to confront them head-on, just delaying time, I want to go first..."

"You guessed it right, Lord Duke." Gabor suddenly said, "They really plan to blow up the dam."

The light on Lann's body gradually went out, and he stopped using the [Teleportation] skill. All eyes in the tent turned to Gabo.

"We have spies who have been observing Fuchs. The patriarch knows your move to blow up the dam and submerge Davor's bottomless pit. He intends to use the same method to wipe out Fuchs who is now gathering the mess inside, and then disguise himself as a monster to fight back. Illusion."

Gabo sighed a lot today: "You are as wise as you, and you have already guessed their plan. What else does the lion of Sintra not know?"

"It's a surprise to me that you can say these words." Lan En's thoughts have been verified, and his subsequent actions will be more efficient. "Do you want to come together?"

Gabo nodded heavily, he had been persuaded by Lane. But then he shook his head again, and said in Lane's surprised eyes:

"Besides me, there are many young people in the clan who did not act together with the patriarch. They are all good guys, but they have no backbone. Now they are even labeled as 'soft guys' and confused at home. I would like to invite You wait a little longer, let me call them together to clean up the mess of the patriarch, Ziegling...not that Zigelin!"

Lane was really surprised by these words, now it seems that Cintra will still be able to obtain the power of Fuchs and Ziegling at the same time.

"Yes." Lann nodded slightly, "But we are pressed for time."

Gabo rushed out of the tent like a steel cannon, and this dwarf who had a good reputation in the Ziglin clan and even the entire Mahakam shouted from a distance: "If I call them, they can roll faster than Sharma! "

After checking his weapons, Geralt stepped out of the tent and stood beside Lann, taking a deep breath of the icy night wind.

"So we're going to side with Fuchs this time? Or Fuchs and the 'small number of Zieglings' against the 'most Zieglings'?" Geralt said, "To what extent? "

Geralt touched the hilt of his sword as he spoke, with a worried expression on his face. He knew that even though Fuchs would thank them for their actions at this moment, they would never be recognized by Mahakam. Once the sword was drawn and involved, it might be difficult to go to other clans later.

"No." Lan shook his head, "As I said at the beginning, we can't stand on either side of Fuchs or Ziegling, no matter who is right or wrong - we can only stand on the side of the dwarves side."

Lan En said, and the amber light lit up all over his body again: "You lead the team, don't break out with any side, just delay the time. I'll go to Carbon Mountain first."

"After all, this is not about Sintra, but about Mahakam."

——

Next to the pool of Davor, the dam.

The night is dark and windy, with no stars. The temperature seems to have retreated from early spring to cold winter. If you stand still and don't move your hands and feet, you will feel that your blood vessels will be frozen after a dozen breaths.

The channels dug out by the Fuchs clan for drainage were covered with a thick layer of solid ice. Those were the river water that was drained from the Davor's Pool. The Fuchs clan hadn't had time to calm down the noise they made, and the main force of their entire clan was now fighting against time in the bottomless pit.

The Chieglin clan came to the dam at this time.

Patriarch Qi Gelin looked up at the sight of a dozen meters high, like a small iceberg filling the gap in the dam, and couldn't help sighing:

"The lion of Cintra... what a spectacle. How nice it would be to drink Mahakam with such a man."

Team after team of heavily armed dwarves unloaded from the train, and carefully stacked the things under the solid ice with serious faces.

Patriarch Zigrin took a step back involuntarily, and said with a smile, "But it's also thanks to him. You know, ice is much easier to explode than a dam..."

The Ziglin clan also has mineral veins, although they are not as rich in resources as the former Davor's bottomless pit, but there are still a lot of them. Explosives are naturally needed for mining, and their warehouse is not occupied by monsters like the bad luck Fuchs.

After laying out the explosives and leaving behind the detonators, Patriarch Ziglin led the remaining dwarves back into the distance.

However--

"Who are you...Damn it, it's Ziegling! And there are so many Zieglings!"

Not all the members of the Fuchs clan were in the bottomless pit, and there were guard patrols and personnel sorting out the supplies transported from the cave, and their tents were also on the surface.

Seeing these furtive Zieglings at this moment, Fuchs immediately smelled a conspiracy, called out to his companions without hesitation, turned around and ran away.

The stern and rough voice spread far away in the darkness, and soon other voices began to echo, and they were getting closer and closer.

"Fuchs, whose brain has been hammered, is less courageous than a mouse!" Patriarch Ziglin said angrily.

It is no longer possible to complete all of this silently, so I can only do one thing without stopping.

"The main force of Fuchs is still under the bottomless pit, and the plan continues. As for those on the surface..." Patriarch Zigrin tightened the weapon in his hand, "Let them taste the hatred that Zigrein has accumulated for hundreds of years. anger!"

The axes and hammers of the two dwarf clans collided in the night, sparking sparks. Mahakam has been closed to the outside world for centuries. There have been battles between dwarves and monsters, dwarves and red dragons, but there has never been a battle between dwarves and dwarves on such a large scale.

The large number of Chieglin clan easily killed Fuchs who rushed over, after all, they came prepared.

By the time Geralt arrived, the fight had been going on for a while. The Fuchs clan continued to gather from the darkness, but retreated steadily, and the corpses of dwarves were everywhere on the ground.

There were Fuchs's and Ziegling's, with axes mounted on shields and hammers chiseled into armor. Dwarves who have been hostile for centuries can only be so peaceful in death.

"Mr. Geralt?" the Cintra cavalry asked White Wolf in a low voice, waiting for instructions.

"Lan said it lightly. How can we stop this? It's already an endless situation." Geralt gritted his teeth, "But Lan wants to delay, to delay... These dwarves will be brought in later. Soldiers returning to Cintra..."

Geralt took a deep breath, wiped the alchemy backpack with his left hand, and pulled out a bottle of [Tawny Owl].

He bit off the sealing wax expressionlessly and drank the potion. His face under the silver hair was even paler, and the black meridians extended from the eye sockets to the surroundings.

After doing all this, Geralt patted the steed under his crotch.

Black Wind snorted, and excitedly widened his amber vertical pupils like Geralt's. Apart from Lan, there are only two people who can ride Black Wind, one is Ciri, and the other is Geralt.

This is not the first time Hei Feng cooperated with Geralt. The last time Lan Enshang fought against the Griffin for mortals, Hei Feng came out of the forest of Blochron to rescue Geralt who had just woken up from a coma. Lane.

"Heifeng, rush in and create a gap for me, but remember to protect yourself."

The horse turned its ears spiritually and began to lower its body. Geralt turned back to Sintra and said: "I will separate them for a while, and then you will step in and form a circular formation to separate the two sides, as long as you can last. Be careful not to let the sword be stained with blood, but you must You have to keep yourself safe, understand?"

The Sintra cavalry responded with a bang.

In the next second, a wolf-sect demon hunter riding a griffin-school demon-hunting horse charged into the battlefield in a gust of wind.

The impact force of Heifeng far exceeds that of ordinary chariots, but it is quite restrained and does not hit any dwarves head-on, but scratches the shields and armors of those dwarves with the armor on its body from a distance. Its dwarf warriors flew upside down.

They quickly approached the center of the battlefield.

Geralt had already let go of his stirrups and squatted sideways on the saddle. Seeing this, he jumped up immediately, crossed the dwarf's head with the impact of the black wind, and raised his hand to shoot a series of cone-shaped flames towards the sky.

【Igni Seal】

The flames in the night sky immediately attracted everyone's attention. Except for the dwarf in the center who was already fighting to kill the red-eyed, the other dwarves involuntarily slowed down and looked at the witcher who suddenly intervened in the battlefield in surprise.

But Geralt's castration continued unabated, and he ran headlong into the dwarven battle group.

He is not Lan, and it is life-threatening to go deep into a battlefield of this intensity. That's why his movements were exceptionally smooth and coherent. After landing, he continued to slap the ground with the momentum of rolling, and purple magic circles rose up on the ground one after another.

【Yarden Seal】

Geralt's sign of Arden was not as wide as Lan's, covering up to four or five dwarves at a time. But the strength is not enough, let the quantity come together.

Circular halos enveloped the battlefield. Nearly a hundred dwarves were covered by the purple brilliance, holding up their axes and hammers, and suddenly became slow motion.

Geralt raised his left hand, and his body began to rotate slowly and evenly like a windmill. At the same time, his right hand once again took out a bottle of [Tawny Owl] from the backpack bag on his chest.

The magic power, which had been slightly dried up due to the continuous activation of the seals, picked up slightly, and Geralt's eyes became blacker than the night sky after drinking two bottles of potion. He could already hear his pulse rushing through his veins like a drum. beat.

Next comes the tough battle. he thought.

A hazy white halo rose from Geralt's hand, which was far stronger than the fluctuations produced by ordinary demon hunters when they cast the seal at this moment. At the same time, directly in front of Geralt, the heads of two dwarves were covered by elements of the same color.

【Axie Fayin · Doll Master】

"Back!" Geralt yelled.

The full moon hung high, and the white wolf roared.