God-level Demon Hunter

All the people in the bonfire jumped up immediately, brandished their warhammers and axes with both hands, prepared their hand crossbows to aim, and hid behind the carriage as if facing an enemy.

Their reactions were as irritable as strong alcohol, but fortunately they had a sense of reason and knew to ask before doing anything.

"Who!" shouted a dwarf with a broken gong, his short body stuck behind the carriage like a tree stump.

"Don't get excited, buddy, it's a friend!" A witcher leading a horse came out of the night.

His white hair flutters, and his albino-like face is quite striking.

"Why don't you call yourself a ghost? Who are you scaring with a dead face?!" The dwarf put down his ax cursingly, and threw his waist-length beard onto his shoulders. The only one so scary is Geralt of Rivia!"

"Good evening, Yarpen Zigrin..." Geralt threw a bottle of wine at the bearded dwarf, and smiled. "The last time we parted in the Kestrel Mountains, hasn't it been ten years?"

Yarpin eagerly uncorked the bottle, and the aroma of the wine filled the air. He took a big sip, his yellow teeth shining, and every beard danced happily.

"That's right, serious Mahakam liquor! All the siren call, folks, it's friends!"

There was a gasp of relief from the dwarves.

Dozens of well-armed fighters poured out from the center of the carriage, and the light of the bonfire suddenly became brighter. The light illuminated several other horses in the darkness behind the demon hunter, and a dozen pairs of pupils that shone like beasts.

And densely packed children...

"Maha... here's the problem, it's my eyes... dazzled?!" The big-tongued dwarf involuntarily put down his heavy hammer, looked at a black-haired, gray-eyed witcher in the crowd, his eyes stared like copper bells, and he squirmed. Spit-filled, "Reagan! Am I wrong? It's a bit like... and... and a little bit different...he's...he——"

"No, you read that right." The crossbowman wrapped the eating man back on his back, walked out of the crowd suddenly, and walked up to the black-haired witcher. He shook his big hands like iron pincers,

Another big hug.

But his head had just reached the witcher's chest, like a son suffering from dwarfism hugging his father affectionately.

"Haha, Roy, good friend! I didn't expect to meet you here! What did you eat, why did you grow so tall all of a sudden?!"

"That bald head is Master Lei Suo, right?"

Lesso forced a smile on his stiff cheeks and waved.

"Regan Dahlberg, Bernie..." Roy's silver-gray pupils swept across two familiar hairy faces, his tone of excitement couldn't be suppressed, as if he had returned to the glorious years of Mahakam.

"I haven't seen you for four years, how are you all doing?"

Chapter 2 The Dwarves

"Master Demon Hunter, Miss Warlock, and children, welcome."

The team around the bonfire expanded several times in an instant, and one of the leaders of the team, the dwarf Yarpen Ziglin, sat in the center and introduced his fellows one by one.

"From left to right Yannick Blass, Xavier Moran, Paulie Dahlberg, his blood brother Reagan Dahlberg, and finally this silly-looking stutter is Bernie. That master seems to be an old acquaintance with him?"

The dwarves are short and strong, with bushy beards, wearing thick cotton jackets, like a cube stone pier carved out of a mold, and they all carry crossbows on their backs, and carry black battle axes or hammers, which are easy to miss if you don't look carefully. confused.

According to Roy's observations, their combat attributes are far superior to ordinary people, especially their strength and physique, which are only slightly inferior to the newborn demon hunters.

But the weapon ability and combat experience are much stronger!

In addition to the dwarves, there were more than 30 fully armed human soldiers sitting by another campfire, and it seemed that they did not want to approach.

"More than four years ago." Roy nodded, with a gratified smile on the corner of his mouth, "I defeated an ancient deer head spirit in Mahakam together with Reagan and Bernie! We drank wine and took a bath together, Brother Reagan He even taught me how to shoot a crossbow!"

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

Reagan took it in his hand and stroked his callused hands gently, feeling relieved.This decades-old experience is still well preserved,

"Roy, you've changed a lot. At that time, I could reach your chin, but now it's only up to your waist. But Bernie and I have never understood why you and Master Lei Suo left without saying goodbye before the dinner?"

"We're not used to too lively occasions." Roy and Lesso exchanged glances. It seems that these two guys didn't know the trap set by Brovar Hogg at that time, so he didn't break it down, "We Leave quietly through the Smailk Mine."

"Okay," Bernie said regretfully, "after you left, the Great Elder gave...the credit for eradicating the deer head spirit...all to me, Reagan, Dulu, Di...Deve .”

"Women become... as enthusiastic as chicken blood...crazy. Treat us as heroes."

"We didn't want to marry a wife and have children at such a young age, tied to a tree, so Bernie and I left the holy mountain of Mahakam and came to Kaedwen to join my brother Paulie." Reagan explained proudly,

His older brother, Paulie, looks exactly like him, except for a longer, black beard.

"Follow the boss Yarpan Zigrin to eat and drink hot food, and have been mixed up until now."

"Man, if you can't get along anymore, you might as well come to our side, among other things, good wine is enough!"

Reagan patted Roy on the shoulder boldly.

The coral beside the witcher chuckled lightly, baking their hands wet with dew on the bushes, while the children looked at the dwarves with sparkling eyes, full of curiosity. It was the first time for them to be so close to the ancient race chat.

Knight Grim rubbed the slashing sword on his knee, looked around, and began to choose the challenger again.

"Roy...Long time no see! We must...must drink a few boxes later... We won't go home until we're drunk!"

Bernie rubbed his hands flushed,

"Ahem... Where are the boxes of wine for you now?" Paulie Dahlberg suddenly snorted to interrupt his reverie, "The wine must be reserved for the brothers on the front line!"

Bernie suddenly turned his body sulkily, aiming his big ass at Paulie.

"Speaking of which, the six of you," Geralt said thoughtfully, his gaze slowly sweeping across the dwarf's face, "there were six dragon hunters back then, and the dwarf dragon hunter team is all there."

"You made a mistake, Bernie took Lucas Toko's place," Yarpan took a sip of the Mahakam spirit, and handed the bottle to Bernie, who smiled while holding the bottle I calmed down, "Lucas got married and went back to Mahakam to live in seclusion. Although Bernie's brain turns a little slower, he is a sincere and hard-working child."

"What does hunting dragon mean?" The witcher 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 disgraceful thing. You don't need to hide it from this group of apprentices, right?" Yarpan patted his beer belly and laughed. Blinking at Carl, he explained generously, "Many years ago, we hunted a pregnant female green dragon in Kankorn, along with Klingfield Marauder, Yennefer of Vengerburg, the sorceress, Animal protectionist mage Dorregarai, bard Dandelion..."

"At that time, the poisonous sheep trap prepared by the cobbler made the female dragon completely lose its combat effectiveness. Just when we were about to succeed and caught the green dragon with a special fishing net, a friend of Geralt's companion suddenly did it."

"From a human into a golden dragon the size of a hill, with scales and armor comparable to steel, and fangs and claws that are not inferior to magic weapons, it beat our team to pieces, killed many of us, and then took the green dragon and its cubs with us. Go away."

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

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

"Golden dragon, change into a human form? I remember an ancient ballad that a golden dragon can become..." Aiden muttered,

"Anything," Geralt nodded, "including humans. In short, the golden dragon Velen Tritanmais, the Lord Three Jackdaws, taught all the participants in the battle a good lesson."

Roy suddenly cast a teasing look at White Wolf, which made his back go numb.

Roy is very clear.

The Golden Dragon changed into Three Jackdaws. Borch and Geralt sat and talked all night in the Sleeping Dragon Hotel, talking about speculation, and even invited him and his two Zerikan female guards to have a couple bath.

You must know that Zerikan women are not only galloping on the battlefield.

Also good at galloping elsewhere.

That night, in the crowded bathtub, the shabby witcher Geralt had an unprecedented enjoyment.

The next day, he was entangled with his old lover Yennefer in the dragon hunting team in high spirits.

……

The apprentices couldn't help showing longing, 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 Mirmenier that this guy defeated in another world seemed even more terrifying, and it possessed a magical power called Dragon Roar.

"Children, young apprentices," Yarpen stroked his beard and teased the children who were addicted to illusions and their eyes glowed. "The golden dragon is the king of dragons. He can kill a room with his breath, You are all newcomers, don’t be so ambitious, start hunting with water ghosts first? Haha!”

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

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

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

Carl took a sip, grinned from the heat, and handed the bottle to the other friends.

The witcher didn't restrict the apprentices from drinking alcohol, after all, they had tasted herbal decoctions that were hundreds of times more poisonous.

Just don't drink too much.

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

White Wolf's face froze, and he was worried for no reason that Yennefer, who was with Ciri and Eleni in Skellige, was worried that the man named Kratz would start to make some crooked ideas again, but he still nodded, "Well... ...soon, much better than before."

"Then congratulate you in advance. Don't forget to treat us to a wedding wine on the day of work." Yarpan joked with an exaggerated laugh.

"Dude, this is the end of the Golden Dragon and Yennefer matter, should we introduce the friends over there?" Geralt looked at the man standing beside the carriage hesitantly and did not sit with the dwarf, and shifted his gaze. topic.

"The real steward of our team, Commissioner Wilfried Wink," the dwarf raised his voice and said seriously, "serving for Kaedwen's benevolent lord, King Henselt of Ard Callai."

Commissioner Wenk was taller than Leto, almost twice as tall as the dwarves, dressed in simple and plain attire like a messenger on horseback, and nodded stiffly in the face of the piercing eyes of this group of unexpected visitors.

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

Roy raised his eyebrows, but not against Wenk.

There was something in the dwarf's words that he disagreed with.

Henselt is not a benevolent gentleman.

Has a bad temper and a rather bad attitude towards non-humans.

And in the future, during the Second Northern War, the king actually reached an agreement with Nilfgaard, the enemy of the entire north, and cooperated with the outside world to embezzle the northern area of ​​his ally Aden Kingdom. His short-sightedness and shamelessness are heinous.

In addition, Roy knew very well that the current operation of the team led by the loyal Yarpan was also an ulterior plan of Henselt.

……

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

"That's right, but they are all ordinary goods, salted fish..." Yarpan said nonchalantly, "feed, tools, harness, all kinds of fragmentary military supplies."

"You must know..." Yarpan sighed, "The Scoia'tael party is very violent, and soldiers all over the country are short of food and clothing, waiting for material assistance. As a member of the Kaedwen Kingdom, we must naturally Do your best."

Dwarves of the ancient race, serving Kaedwen, against the Scoia'tael made up of the ancient race?

Is this a traitor to the race?

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

"Guys, friends, don't make such an expression. I know that besides elves, there are also dwarves in Scoia'tael. In order to pursue freedom and resist discrimination, they hide in the bushes and suddenly jump out and shoot people through the heart. Yarpan shook his head and smiled with disgust on his face, "But there are differences between dwarves and dwarves."

"It took us more than 100 years to reconcile with our human neighbors. Many of my people have established blacksmith shops, wine shops, great Zian Vanili Banks, Vivaldi Banks... and flourished all over the world."

"This has proved 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 connection."

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

There is a clear idea in my mind.

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

The six Yarpans and Dennis Kramer belonged to the faction close to the northern humans.

Scoia'tael dwarves are at the other end of the spectrum, hating the Northern Human faction.

"But that group of forest bandits magnified hatred without limit, and slaughtered all human beings mercilessly, no matter whether they have discriminated against them or not, no matter they are kind or vicious. This..." Yarpan shook his head and took a sip of spirits depressedly , exclaiming, "Their atrocities will destroy a situation that has been built so hard."

"I will not allow the efforts of the past 100 years to be in vain, and return to the situation where ancient races and human beings are incompatible! So we stand up and prove that there are still rational non-human races!"

Commissioner Wenk by the carriage nodded slightly with a hint of approval on his gloomy face.

Roy sighed secretly. As the Scoia'tael's murder and arson in the northern border intensified, the discrimination and hatred of non-human/ancient races in the Northern Kingdom would also intensify.

Talking about this sensitive topic, there was a short silence around the campfire.

All that could be heard were the dwarves gulping their drinks, belching, farting, and the night wind crackling over the campfire.

"Okay, I've finished my statement. Master Demon Hunter, where did you go on this long journey?" Yarpan asked, "You must know that in the past two years, your reputation has spread throughout the northern border. "

"The Scoia'tael hate you to the bone, and the humans think much of you."

"The description in "Northern Stories" is pretty good. Fifteen demon hunters wield moonlight-bright swords and breathe flames from their mouths. Now..." The dwarves glanced across the line, more than 20 pairs of vertical pupils,

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

"Cough, cough...Your Excellency 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 will not affect us. Big picture."

"But you guys are so skilled in martial arts." Reagan exclaimed, "In short, where are you going with such a large group of people?"

"To the south, Ireland, let these flowers in the greenhouse undergo some training and experience the customs and customs of different countries." Roy threw charcoal into the bonfire at will, and explained, "I will arrive in Lexila in the next ten days. There is no fork in the road before the river, why don't we go together? As you said, Scoia'tael is rampant, and the road is not smooth. Let's take care of each other."

According to Roy's memory, in this operation, the dwarves such as Yarpan will encounter great danger and sacrifice.

Since there were Geralt's old acquaintances as well as Bernie and Reagan, he couldn't sit idly by, he had to take care of it!

From the bottom of his heart, he liked this group of slovenly, greedy, drunk, but loyal dwarves.

His silver-gray pupils, calm face, and gentle tone of voice all have a charming charm that touches people's hearts.