God-level Demon Hunter

"The clothes are... so small, you... where did you take them out from...?" The stuttering dwarf pinched his beard and stared with puzzled eyes.

"Your question is not important. This bottle of fine wine was given to us by Master Sewell to enjoy on the road. The 50-year-old Mahakam spirit is no less powerful than the dwarf spirit." Roy glanced at his companion, The witcher put his arms around his chest and looked like he was watching the show, but he didn't stop him.

He continued, "But now I want to share with a few of you, just as a friend, what do you think?!"

"This is..."

"Lord Sewell's friends are the friends of all the Mahakam dwarves. It's normal to enjoy fine wine with friends. It's a pity that we have duties, so it's not convenient for us to drink with you now." With a crossbow on his back, the name A dwarf named Regan Dahlberg declined his offer.

Roy shook the wine bottle with one hand to speed up the fragrance of the wine, and looked at the four dwarves from head to toe.

"I heard that the dwarves are all masters of drinking. The four of them have extraordinary looks, so they must have a matching drinking capacity. A small bottle of Mahakam liquor is not enough to stuff the teeth. How can it affect the daily work of several of them?"

"Of course..." The dwarf with the big tongue nodded emphatically, and couldn't agree more. The two dwarves with big axes on their backs were also obviously moved.

But the crossbowman still hesitated.

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

"Hold on--"

The crossbowman finally couldn't hold back the wine bug that was about to move, and held him down with his big black-haired hand to take back the wine bottle, "Little brother Roy said well, such a small amount of wine will not delay the work of our guards .”

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Half an hour later, the guards paid the price for their underestimation. Four bearded dwarves were poured with mahakan spirits, and fell asleep after lying on the barricade.

After careful adjustment by the witcher's apprentice, they were put into an intimate position of mouth-to-mouth hugging in groups of two.

Roy, on the other hand, fondly played with the crossbow that had been picked off from the crossbowman. A small finger puller and a pair of exquisite crossbows. The body and strings of the crossbow were made of high-grade materials. In his hand, it was heavy and full of texture.

On the body of the crossbow, 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 killer weapon needs to be controlled by a finger. Brother Reagan, use this weapon as the cost of fine wine. I will come back to drink with you when I have passed Mahakam, survived the trial of green grass, and have a chance."

"It's absolutely in line with the principle of fair trade for demon hunters. Are you saying it's Reso?" Roy suddenly felt that the depression that was spurned by the village head of Spongsol before had completely disappeared.

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

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

Chapter 39 Carbon Hill

"Mahakan, the hometown of the dwarves, Carbon Mountain, the miracle fortress in the deep valley.

Sunlight illuminates its dome, clouds and snow caress its casements, steel and flames pour its walls, and mead and pine oil flow in the air. "

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"Why is it so unlucky? The murderer who manipulated the beast didn't wait, but a team of fully armed dwarf guards came."

Roy and Leto, who left the dwarven guard post, were caught by the ubiquitous dwarves before they could advance very far.

This time, there were hordes of dwarven crossbowmen waiting for them. Their absolute superiority in numbers made them powerless to resist, and Sewell Hogg's envelope didn't work, or it could be said that this letter had the opposite effect.

Roy could only sigh, and followed the dwarves to the depths of the unknown mountain forest for more than two hours. As they walked, the temperature dropped rapidly, the branches of the trees were covered with frost and snow, and the pine trees were covered with silver. Pack.

Then, a valley surrounded by mountains appeared in front of them. The crowd went back and forth on the huge open space, and in the valley, behind the square, the building located was the destination of their trip - Carbon Mountain.

"Master Demon Hunter, please allow me to grandly introduce to you, what appears before you is the capital of Mahakam, the fortress of the dwarves, the sanctuary of the ancient race, Carbon Mountain."

Standing in front of this majestic behemoth, Roy was so shocked that he couldn't control himself for a long time.

Carbon Mountain is deeply embedded in the rock wall of the valley, and consists of a cauldron-shaped main fort, sixteen small sub-forts, and countless towers.The main body of the exterior wall of the building is off-white. Except for the main concrete frame, the exterior wall of the fortress is covered with a dark steel shell that is more than [-] feet high, full of a rough and indestructible flavor.

From a distance, it looks like a beast lurking in the dark. When it wakes up, it will shake the ground.

Roy didn't remember such a fortress belonging to the dwarves, but it did exist.

And looking up, through the gaps in the fortress, on the surrounding mountain walls, hundreds of cave-like dwellings were artificially dug out, and countless dwarves came in and out at the entrance of the caves.

Like orderly worker ants, they constantly supply nutrients and supplies to Carbon Mountain.

"It's not a waste of time to see this scene. Xavier Hogg, let's not worry about you cheating us for the time being."

That letter was a pass and a letter of recommendation. The two escaped the first wave of confused guards, but they couldn't escape the dwarves all over Mahakam. Because of the strong praise in the wine merchant's letter, the two were "graciously invited" Visit Carbon Mountain and solve the dwarves' troubles by the way.

There was also a wave of waves on the face of the witcher.Obviously, in his long life, he rarely saw such a magnificent building.

And behind the demon hunter, there are still dozens of dwarves holding crossbows and aiming at their asses.

The demon hunter is highly skilled, but he can only be shot as a hedgehog in the face of countless crossbows.Moreover, on both sides of the carbon mountain gate, there are several deterrent siege trebuchets.It doesn't have to be just a decoration.

"You two, I hope you will forgive us for our inferior offense."

The young dwarf who spoke was the great elder of the dwarves who ruled Carbon Mountain, the nephew of Brovar Hogg - Kelvin Hogg,

At the same time, he is also the commander of more than 30 dwarf crossbowmen, responsible for the security of a part of the mine in Carbon Mountain.

The blue-gray armor was slightly stained with ice and snow, but it was still not as white as his natural frost-colored hair. His beard and hair were all white, making him look much older than his actual age.

His face was resolute, and his words carried a sense of superiority rarely seen among dwarves, as well as a hint of arrogance.

The beard that fell to his chest was not braided like most dwarves, but was tied at the bottom with a silver-gray headband.

Let him have a free and unrestrained, or rebellious temperament.

Roy noticed sensitively that Kelvin conveyed a sense of hostility the first time he saw him.

I don't know if it is for the human race, or just for him personally.

"You two, please come with me."

Inside the fort.

Through a door covered with steel thorns, a scorching wind blows in the face.

Roy only felt that he had suddenly entered the hot summer from the ice and snow, and sweat suddenly leaked from his pores.

Then his pupils contracted—

"Stirrups, stirrups, stirrups." Amidst countless knocks of gold and iron, hundreds of shirtless dwarves wearing dirty blacksmith aprons occupied both sides of the hall on the first floor.Their hairy arms were vigorously swinging the hammers, striking the various embryos on the iron felt with clang and force.

The light and shadow changed, and the sweaty figure of the dwarf blacksmith was projected onto the tall walls on both sides. For a moment, it seemed that a group of black giants were waving their arms.

After walking a few steps, Roy's attention was quickly attracted by the scene around him.

In the blazing furnace, the fiery red hot steel flows wantonly.A sword embryo that was long and red all over was quietly sleeping in it.The solemn dwarf blacksmith slowly took out the sword embryo inch by inch from the flames of the furnace.

The sword embryo came out of the furnace, and a series of crackling explosions erupted in an instant, a large amount of white smoke billowed around, and the air screamed under its high temperature!

When the bright red sword embryo was fully revealed, the surface after countless times of forging faintly showed layers of overlapping lines, but compared with the finished product, it was somewhat primitive and rough.

The blacksmith clamped the sword embryo in front of him with pliers, and whispered to it, as if whispering to a lover. After a while, he fixed the sword embryo on the iron felt with the steel pliers, and held the casting hammer with the other hand, and took a deep breath. in one breath.

Immediately after a crisp sound of "clank", the hammer was raised high, and then fell hard, and sparks splashed on the blacksmith's body covered with oil and sweat. In an instant, his body was covered with a red coat. It looked like a god in flames.

Roy came back to his senses and looked around the entire hall. Pieces of embryos were knocked out into the shapes of various weapons and armors, and black steel tongs clamped them into the water reservoir next to the furnace. Water vapor rose into the sky, and the entire hall was filled with white smoke.

When the smoke dissipated, the dwarves began the cycle of smelting and forging again.

Their movements were boring and repetitive, but they were filled with an unspeakable rhythm. Those lifeless weapons and equipment seemed to be injected with vitality during the forging, and they glowed with a strange brilliance.

"I can understand your feelings. As a dwarf, when I saw this scene for the first time, I was in a daze for a long time. The furnace hall is the glory of the dwarves, where the best blacksmiths from Mahakam and Carbon Mountain gathered. , producing the most sophisticated weapons and equipment in the entire northern border."

"The blacksmiths take turns changing the guard, the iron ore is continuously transported from the nearby mines, and the flames of the furnaces never stop!"

"The weapons and equipment produced are shipped to all parts of the country. Whether it is Aedirn, Temeria, Kaedwen, or Redania, the dwarves of Mahakam neither favor nor bully any racial forces."

Kelvin announced braggingly, and the dwarf crossbowmen also proudly raised their chests.

And Roy was really shocked speechless, so many blacksmiths are working day and night, how many weapons and equipment can be produced every day?

How many elite soldiers can be armed?

If the dwarves have a sufficient population base, then the entire northern territory may already be in their pocket.

"The lower floor of the Furnace Hall is Carbon Mountain's wine cellar. It is no exaggeration to say that if all the barrels in the wine cellar burst, the flowing wine will converge into an underground river..."

"However, it's not early today, and the Great Elder Broval is still waiting for the two of you, so we won't take you to visit the wine cellar for the time being."

He stretched out his hand to lead it forward.

At the end of the furnace hall, there are spiral escalators on the left and right sides, and a door is suddenly cut out at the position where the front is connected to the mountain wall.

Kelvin dismissed the crossbowmen with a wave, pushed open the golden gate, and took away their weapons.

Behind the gate, two ax-wielding guards were as majestic as stone sculptures. When they saw the person coming with piercing eyes, they gripped the handle of the ax and retracted the overlapping ax face to the side, revealing a palace illuminated by a burning brazier. corridor.

Marble columns with intricate patterns are supported on both sides of the palace, and a bright red carpet stretches on the ground in the center to the end. On the four steps, a dwarf wearing a golden crown casts his gaze over.

Chapter 40 The Price of Great Elders

Behind the throne made of black iron, stands a huge bluestone statue that is flush with the ceiling.

On the throne, the dwarf with the golden crown and white hair rested on the gilded edge with his right elbow and his chin with the palm of his right hand. He was wearing a blood-red satin jacket that was full and firm by his majestic body. He seemed calm and pretentious, and between looking around, there was a trace of anxiety and fatigue in his deep eyes.

Standing on both sides in front of him were two dwarf waiters in white robes. When they saw someone coming, they whispered something to him.

"Great Elder, the person you want has been brought."

Kelvin walked up to the man and bowed.

"Lesso, the demon hunter of the Viper School, apprentice Roy. It's rare that my dear nephew Sewell appreciates you so much. He must have some real talents and practical skills, and he won't let me down..."

The hoarse voice of the old man echoed throughout the corridors of the palace, like rocks and gravel rubbing violently, his tone of voice was full of unspeakable ancient rhyme, which was impressive.

This Great Elder was as strong as a lion, but he couldn't hide his despondency, because he was so old that even in the long-lived race of dwarves, he could be regarded as an old birthday star.

"Brovar Hogg"

Age: 190

Sex: Male

Health value: 120 (racial characteristic tenacity +20)

Identity:

Elder Tanshan (his identity is recognized by most of the dwarves, he is the leader of Mahakam Tanshan, and he governs all affairs of Mahakam.)

Attributes:

Strength: 10 (strong +1)

Dexterity: 6 (squat -1)

Constitution: 10 (strong +1)

Perception: 7

Will: 8

Spirit: 6

Charisma: 6 (chunky -1)

skill:

Ancient Forging Lv10: After honing hundreds of years of forging skills, what kind of weapons and armors can he forge.His proficiency can no longer describe one-tenth of his means. His casting skills can be said to turn decay into magic and otherworldly. Even though the furnace has not been opened for several years, his skills are still at the top of the world.

Any equipment he tailor-made is worthy of knights, soldiers, mercenaries, demon hunters and other combat elites as family heirlooms and passed down from generation to generation.Even the artifacts from the ancient times could be crafted as long as he was given the blueprints and materials.

Two-handed weapon specialization Lv10: After years of training and bloody battles, he has perfectly mastered giant axes, spears, halberds, heavy hammers and other two-handed weapons. When attacking with two-handed weapons, the destructive power will be increased by 50.00%.

Toughness (Passive Solidification): Dwarves have a long lifespan and strong vitality. Adult dwarves have 20 more health points than humans.

Strong (passive solidification): Dwarves are known for their proficiency in using two-handed weapons and sufficient physical strength. Adult dwarves are born with 1 point more strength and physique than humans.

Short and fat (passive solidification): Five short statures and big belly make dwarves move slower than normal humans. Similarly, their appearance is not favored by other races of the opposite sex, and they may even be disgusted.Dexterity -1, Charisma -1.

Crisis Perception Lv5: Years of life-and-death training and rich combat experience have given him an extremely keen sense of impending danger.

The rest are slightly...

The attributes of this dwarf great elder are much higher than ordinary people, but it is not surprising to Roy who has been baptized for a long time.

The ancient forging skills made him pay attention, Lei Suo has always lacked a good silver sword, and maybe it will fall on this great elder.

The demon hunter glanced at Kelvin who was still kneeling on one knee, and said neither humble nor humble, "Elder Brovar, we have come to meet you as you wish. But with all due respect, with your reputation and influence in Mahakam, Just send a word and Roy and I will definitely submit obediently, so there is no need to bring us here like criminals, right?"