The Divine Hunter

Chapter 71: burst! forced into the mine

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"Lesso, it seems that the deer head spirit didn't make you suffer less..."

Roy was a little worried. Although he rested for a few days, the witcher's expression was still sluggish, and he obviously did not recover from the injury.

"It's not a serious injury, it's just that I drank too much potion, and it's a little 'indigestion'. When you become a witcher, you will encounter the same problem." Leto said patiently, and then urged, "Yes. Now, after this time, don't meddle in the disputes between the Squirrel Party and the dwarves."

"When the banquet is over tonight, I will leave Tanshan immediately tomorrow morning."

Roy nodded. In his memory, Mahakan had never been captured. Even if the two of them didn't intervene, the Squirrel Party's plot would inevitably fail.

But when I think of this extremist group haunting Edsberg and Carbon Mountain, in this cloudy year...

"At this stage, the Squirrel Party has become the lackey of Nilfgaard's Northern Expedition? Set up for Emperor Emhyr in Mahakam."

After clarifying the situation, Roy no longer struggled with this issue, and he was not yet able to intervene.

And the witcher threw another question, "Did you forget to explain to me? How on earth did you and a few dwarf brothers kill the resurrected deer head?"

"Warlock, add it, two spellcasters... and the anti-magic metal bomb I gave you is enough for one of them."

"You forgot, the vomit of the Huntsman?"

"Is that the thing you've been hiding in the space bag?"

"Uh, what space bag?" Roy murmured and turned his face, trying to cover it up.

"Little devil, do you think I'm blind? The equipment and items on your body keep disappearing for no reason, and then suddenly appear again. The fool also guessed that there is a problem." elements, and how to use the space bag?"

"I've never seen anyone other than a warlock possess this ability."

Roy raised his chest and raised his head, said sternly,

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you, so I'll tell you the truth today! Not only can I predict the future in my sleep, but I can also mobilize the items at hand, store them in an unknown space, and use them as I want."

"You can't lie if you don't want to tell the truth." The witcher said solemnly, "Just keep this secret! But remember who you are, and don't do anything that will damage the revival of the Viper School!"

"Of course, I promise!"

Sometimes the truth is the perfect lie.

Soon, the dwarf squire brought two sets of dinner dresses, and Leto began to teach Roy how to behave like a high-ranking person. Arrange the collar, smooth out the folds in the back, move gently, and soften the gaze.

When Roy put on his bulging blue and white striped coat and tight khaki leather pants, he only felt that there was a mouse hidden under his clothes, biting him itchy and uncomfortable.

From his point of view, these dresses are simply ugly. Why do dwarves learn from human dross

Leto scolded unceremoniously, "Stand on for me! Don't wiggle around like a monkey."

Roy's expression froze, and the witcher sighed and said, "I think I didn't perform much better than you when I put on a dress for the first time. But over the years, I finally understand a truth, the college really wants Standing in this era, it is impossible without the support of the upper echelons.”

"The people at the bottom see us as freaks, aliens, and savages. They don't accept us from the bottom of their hearts, only discrimination and contempt. But they are extremely afraid of authority. As long as there is a person standing on the pinnacle of power to come out and cry for us, The witcher's name is right. Over time, the people will accept us."

Roy was surprised that the old witcher in front of him would have such thoughts.

Characters who turn to the pinnacle of power? So in the future you will accept Emhyr Enris's employment to assassinate the Emperor of the North

But everything is in vain. The superiors and the witchers are not at the same "latitude" at all, and the status is too different. How to put yourself in the shoes of the witchers to listen to them and really pay attention to them

Just throw it away when you're done using it.

The number of witchers is too small, and there are still various contradictions and infighting between schools. Only by ending all this first and twisting them all together can the witchers continue, develop, and grow!

All kinds of thoughts flashed through Roy's mind, and on the surface he was still listening intently to the witcher's words.

"No matter what you think, you have to learn to deal with red tape in the future."

Leto's words were taught in a heartfelt manner.

Unexpectedly, an uninvited guest suddenly came to the door - a potbellied, bejeweled dwarf wine merchant squeezed into the door, shaking their beards at the two,

"Master Leto, Brother Roy, we meet again... How are you doing?"

"Very good!" The young man put his arms around his chest and his eyes were cold. "Thanks to your recommendation, we 'enjoyed the snow scene for a week' in Tan Shan."

The witcher patted him on the shoulder, stopped his complaints, and said curiously,

"Lord Sevier, what brought you back to Carbon Mountain? Are you going to the banquet tonight?"

Sevier Hogg, the wine merchant of Edsberg, closed the door solemnly,

"I heard that the two friends are about to suffer a great disaster, and I came here to save them."

"Damn, you mean the deer head spirit?" Roy sneered, "You are late, the deer head spirit has been killed by us, and four squirrel parties are included!"

"No, no..." The dwarf shook his head, with sincerity in his eyes, "When I said crisis, I meant the next dinner party. Come with me, the elders are going to deal with you at the dinner party!"

"what?!"

After leaving the guest room and entering the Carbon Mountain Plaza, the two observed the unusual arrangement of the entire Carbon Mountain under the guidance of Sevier.

Removing the Deer Shoujing solved the crisis, and logically speaking, the first-level alert should be lifted recently, but the defense of Taniguchi and the various sentry towers is more stringent than before.

Rows of crossbowmen and archers stood on the commanding heights and turned their eyes sharply, obviously guarding against something!

Not only did the patrolling dwarf soldiers not streamline, but instead increased in number, and when they passed by the two, they seemed to pay homage.

It gave the witchers the feeling that they were guarding against some more terrifying foe than the deer head.

"Have you seen it, the Great Elder has already set up a net to prevent you two from escaping. If you break in hard, you will be shot into a sieve!"

"Very good! I worked hard to get rid of the deer head spirit for him, but set a trap for us, waiting for us to drill into it?" Roy said with an ugly face, "Browval, the guy who crossed the river and demolished the bridge, I remember!"

The demon hunter next to him looked calm, but from his clenched fists, it could be seen that he was now a volcano that was about to wake up from a deep sleep and was about to erupt.

The leader was mocked in person, Seville looked extremely embarrassed, and couldn't help laughing, "Actually... I also think that the elder has done too much this time." He carefully looked at the faces of the two, and his tone changed, "But if not Talking about this matter, the Great Elder is a fair and equitable leader no matter from which aspect."

The dwarf swallowed in the eyes of the two who were about to kill,

"The Great Elder didn't intend to break his promise, he has prepared for you the reward for hunting the deer head spirit, a rare treasure-a goblin who moved out of Mahakam a few years ago, the ancient Weisher sword ( Gwyhry). When the sword is awarded at the banquet, the deer head fine entrusts the matter to clear the money and goods, and the first elder will be able to settle accounts with you justifiably without any debts."

"Does this count as a salute before a soldier? Give away the sword first, then kill us to take it back. This trick is very tricky!" Roy said sarcastically, not without regrets.

Once he accidentally read a secret story, "Ancient Whishes" is the most advanced sword in the world today, the pinnacle of ancient dwarf sword casting craftsmanship, cutting iron like mud, and the price is astronomical. Now it is estimated that only the magical craftsmen of the goblins can refine it in the whole world.

But they had already escaped to Tyr Tosha and lived in seclusion.

"I just happen to be short of a weapon to bind. If I could get it—"

"Alas." Seville sighed, interrupting his reverie, "You should never take Kelvin's life without authorization, even if he colluded with the deer head spirit to kill his compatriots, he is still the only heir of the great elder! Heir of blood! "

"Is Kelvin Hogg really the illegitimate son of the elder?" Roy remembered hearing the rumor from Diff's mouth, and he thought it was a joke at the time.

"That's right, the real illegitimate son, the elder has never publicly admitted it because of his face, but the people of Tanshan know it in their hearts." Seville pinched his beard. from."

"The first elder has been out of energy in recent years, and he is also powerless to have any more children. Your actions have caused him to cut off his children and grandchildren. How can he not hate? Come with me, you can't delay it any longer!"

"But where's the way?" Roy glanced at the tight security around him, and said helplessly, "Where can I escape?"

The more urgent it is, the more calm it is.

The two returned to the room first, put various belongings into Roy's storage space, and changed into a suit of casual clothes.

Then, with Seville open and aboveboard, he came to the Tanshan Wine Cellar, all the way unimpeded and unbelievably smooth!

"No matter what, you have done a great job for Tan Shan by getting rid of the deer head essence. Accompanied by me, a wine connoisseur, who would be embarrassed to taste the rare wines of Mahakam?"

The wine cellar of Sevier's mansion has already amazed the two of them, and the wine cellar of Tanshan Mountain is like an ocean, and the two can no longer describe it in words.

Under the light of a faint candle, there is unfathomable darkness and endless barrels of wine.

The mountain-like wine barrels are neatly stacked in different categories, and the signboard standing in front of the barrels is at least ten years old.

The mellow aroma of wine and wood lingered on the nose, Roy just took a breath, and he felt a sense of intoxication, as if his feet were stepping on the clouds, and his heart could not help swaying.

And the witcher rubbed the barrel of wine from time to time, and his expression seemed quite moved. His alcohol addiction was much greater than that of a teenager.

"Ouch, the two of you, there will be opportunities to enjoy good wine later, and now it is important to escape!"

Seville woke the two of them, sent another guard, and walked for about a quarter of an hour before arriving at the end of the wine cellar, in front of a dark brick wall.

In the suspicious eyes of the two, Seville's squat body climbed to the wine barrel next to him and groped for a while, and then suddenly there was a muffled sound of "Jingjing" around, and the tightly closed walls were slowly separated back, revealing into a dark tunnel.

Roy glanced into the corridor, and his high perception allowed him to maintain a good vision even in the dark environment.

The side walls of the blue-gray corridor are uneven, and an extinguished oil lamp hangs every few steps, and the road underfoot spreads down with a gentle slope until it reaches the darkness where you can't see your fingers.

This corridor seems to have been abandoned for many years, no one has visited it for a long time, and it is full of spider webs and traces of various insect activities.

Roy wondered, "This...why is there a mine tunnel under the wine cellar?"

"We call it Smirk. Before the Carbon Mountain Fortress was built, Smirk was the mine with the most abundant mineral resources in Carbon Mountain. It supported the original foundation of the Mahakam dwarves, and it is very important to our tribe's Development is great!"

Seville said emotionally, staring at the mine tunnel, and then said,

"It's a pity that it was dug up many years ago and became an abandoned mine. It will only take you less than a week to pass through Smirk, the belly of Mahakam, and you will be able to enter the territory of Temeria. Go west for a few days and it's Ellander."

Roy stared at the dwarf wine merchant and said suspiciously, "Old friend, how long has this mine been abandoned? Will there be any danger?"

"It's been vacant for almost fifty years, and there may be some dangerous things nesting in it." Seville made no secret of it, "Of course, if you don't want to venture into Smile, you can also wait for the dinner party and face the big boss. Elder."

"Maybe he can change his mind?"

Mentioning the Great Elder, the dwarf's face showed awe and fear from the bottom of his heart.

Roy turned to the witcher, eager to try.

"What do you think? Entering the mine to face unknown dangers, or attending a dinner party to expose Browal's true face!"

Lesuo's eyes were cast into the darkness, and there was an uncontrollable killing intent in his tone.

"Since that guy doesn't welcome us, why bother asking for it? Are you ready, kid, maybe we'll fight side by side this time."

"Fuck it!"

Roy clenched his fist and waved, and the sleeping crossbow in the space felt his mind and trembled slightly!

The only thing he regretted was that he didn't have the opportunity to say goodbye to the four dwarves in person.

"Sevier, help me greet Reagan and the others at the banquet and say goodbye!"

"No problem! You two, I have prepared food and water for you in advance." Sevier quietly dragged out a large sack from the dark. "I don't think such a small item is a problem for Roy."

"Wait a minute," the witcher turned to Seville, his tone inexplicable, "before entering the mine, I have one more thing to ask you to verify..."

"Ah..." Seville felt a fierce aura rushing towards his face, as if being targeted by a beast, he involuntarily stepped back a few steps, "Master Leto, I don't understand what you mean?"

"Do you think that a few words can trick us into the mine tunnel?"

"Come on, tell the truth."

Sevier watched the figures of the two disappear into the depths of the mine tunnel, and rubbed his head quite frantically. His brain seemed to be washed again, and some things could not be remembered.

"Forget it, the Great Elder is still waiting for my return!" After thinking for a moment, he closed the mechanism and left the wine cellar.