God-level Demon Hunter

The moon hangs high.

No one came to the bathhouse anymore, so Roy left with his flushed skin.

The carbon mountain under the night is eerie, and the towering fortress is like a devil in the shadows.However, the entrance of the deep valley was brightly lit.

On both sides of the road leading to the valley, on the high sentry towers, two groups of archers and crossbowmen looked around vigilantly.

In the valley, between the square and the main castle, torches are hung on the gates of all buildings, providing a good view.

Dwarven guards in full armor patrolled back and forth carrying heavy weapons.In the short distance from the bathhouse to the guest room, Roy encountered two patrols, and he couldn't help being a little surprised.

"The frequency is too high."

When he returned to the guest room, the witcher had already replaced his blood-stained leather armor, and was meditating on the bed in a nightgown.

"Little ghost, what did you gain on the first day of Carbon Mountain?"

"I met a few dwarves. Besides, my skin is blistered and my eyes are about to go blind!" Roy heaved a sigh of relief, jumped onto the bed, put his hands behind his neck, and complained with his legs crossed.

"You go and try it, stare at a group of naked and fluffy men, and observe for a day."

The corners of Lei Suo's mouth curled up subtly, with a rare smile on his face.

"Leaving me during the day, what's another 'significant discovery' in the forest."

Lei Suo exchanged messages with him right away. When it came to blowing up and killing dozens of wolves, the young man felt regretful, and he passed by with hundreds of experience points.

But he could imagine the level of danger at that time. With his poor melee ability, he probably would have been gnawed to pieces by the wolves before the demon hunter showed his might.

There is still a little bit of dissatisfaction and doubt in my heart,

"Why do I have to sneak around to find the imprint parasite? If the Great Elder ordered the carbon mountain to be blocked first, and then called all the residents to conduct a thorough investigation, he would be caught in half a day. He couldn't react at all."

Roy turned his face and glanced at the big man, who was still squatting quietly in a meditative posture, with no special expression fluctuations on his cold face.

"I talked to you yesterday. Some humans living in the mountains and forests regard the deer head spirit as a god. Can you be sure that there are no other dwarves brainwashed in the huge Carbon Mountain except for the imprinted parasites?"

"No matter how tight the blockade of the Great Elder Broval is, it is impossible to hide it from everyone. Once a massive and comprehensive search is launched, the people of the deer's head spirit will definitely wake up and slip away in advance. When the time comes, they will really eradicate the deer's head spirit. It's even harder."

Roy was silent, and asked instead,

"Then what if the imprint parasite is a villager from Spongsol? I can't control that."

"Tomorrow I will drop by to investigate this matter. But there is little hope. The deer head likes to live in the mountains and forests, and will not be too far away from the parasites. Compared with the hinterland of Carbon Mountain, Spangsol is a little farther away."

After the witcher finished speaking, he picked up a charcoal pencil and began to draw on the ground.

"Let you look at something more. In addition to destroying one totem today, I obtained the specific death points of the eight dead from Kelvin."

"This is the Mahakam range, this is where Carbon Mountain is located..."

With a few strokes of the witcher a broad mountain range, a shadowy fortress in a snowy valley,

"This is the approximate location of the eight deceased."

Next, eight striking black dots were drawn in the mountains.

"Did you notice anything strange?"

Roy stared for a moment, quite puzzled. The positions of the eight deceased were distributed in all directions of Mahakam. At first glance, they looked messy and disorderly, and there was nothing special about them.

said the witcher,

"The place where the eight deceased died was not a short distance from the way they must go home. This means that they were driven to the scene of the crime by the murderer and then killed."

"The point of death is definitely not arbitrarily chosen by the deer head essence."

As he said, Lei Suo used charcoal to connect the eight points according to a certain rule, and got four straight lines, and cut a point from the middle of one of the straight lines.

"This is the location of the totem that was destroyed today."

Roy suddenly said, "The positions of the remaining three totems can also be roughly determined."

The witcher continued to hook up according to a certain pattern.

Gradually a pattern became visible—a cobweb weaving and expanding, a pair of vague antlers.

This symbol is familiar, but it makes him shudder!

"The carbon mountain fortress from the foot of the mountain to Mahakam is being slowly brought into the scope of the totem by the deer head spirit. Does it want to completely control this area?"

The demon hunter nodded and said, "I have never seen such an ambitious deer's head spirit. Normally, no matter how old and powerful it is, it can control at most one human village. Now it dares to take the idea of ​​hitting Carbon Mountain, and put this A great fortress with a population of thousands encloses it."

"With the wisdom of the ancient deer head spirit, it shouldn't make such a stupid move. The strength of the individual is not enough compared to Carbon Mountain. Unless—" Roy guessed, "it has other reliance, not just parasites and believer?"

The witcher patted the charcoal stains off his hands, and said uncertainly,

"Perhaps the dwarves of Carbon Mountain are not as united as they seem on the surface. Apart from the small force of the deer's head spirit, there are other forces that are enough to cause trouble for the elder Brovar, and are secretly helping the deer's head spirit to 'layout' .”

"They hid in Carbon Mountain and cooperated with the deer head spirit inside and out to kill so many dwarves without any flaws."

"Do you want to report this discovery to the Great Elder?"

"A preliminary guess, without evidence and target, how to report it?" The demon hunter vetoed, "You just need to pay more attention to the situation in Carbon Mountain, and pay attention to whether there are suspicious people around. The main focus is still on searching for imprinted parasites Above all, after all, our only purpose in Tanshan is to eradicate the deer head essence. Other things should be done according to our ability."

"By the way, be careful."

"clear."

After exhorting, the demon hunter sank into meditation. The battle during the day consumed most of his magic power and physical energy, and he needed to hurry up to recover.

Roy lay on the bed and thought for a while, sorting out the thoughts in his mind.

The dwarf Reagan's crossbow and Gabriel's usual one were taken out, ready to be oiled and maintained.

It suddenly occurred to me that the dwarves valued this weapon so much. Is there anything special about it?I tried to start the observation, but I didn't expect to get the information of the weapon:

Blood Brothers (a rite of passage from Paulie Dahlberg to his own brother, Reagan Dahlberg, before leaving Carbon Hill to follow Yarpen.)

Type: Crossbow

Material: pine wood, steel, tendon, hemp.

特征：重15磅，弓长4迟，拉力50磅。有效射程200迟（60米）。

……

Gabriel

Type: Pocket Crossbow

Material: mulberry wood, tendon, hemp

Features: Weight 5 lbs, bow length 2 lbs, pulling force 20 lbs.Effective range 100 mph.

"It seems that Boss Reagan attaches great importance to this crossbow only because of its special meaning. The forging material is not much higher than that of the Mahakam standard crossbow."

Roy began to imitate the movements of the dwarves during the day, oiling the arrow paths, crossbow blades and triggers finely. After maintaining the two crossbows, he put "Blood Brothers" into the space, while Gabriel carried them into his arms and hugged them. It starts meditating.

"Does the crossbow stay with you? It's too stupid to do so, but I hope it will be useful."

Chapter 48 The Fifth Mine

The next morning, after Roy found the four Reagan brothers in the bathhouse, he asked the housekeeper Sanchez for a barrel of Mahakam spirits.

He was not familiar with the place in Carbon Mountain, so he just took advantage of the free drinks to get closer to the locals and gather some information.

Reagan Dahlberg's beloved crossbow was taken away by him, but he didn't become angry. He has a pretty good temper and is worth wooing.

A group of people came to the cave dwelling of Boss Reagan.

The carbon mountain archery champion's residence is extremely simple, except for the bed, tables and chairs, and kerosene lamps, there is not even an iron pan. It can be seen that he has never made a fire for cooking on weekdays.

If Roy realized something, no matter which world he was in, most men without girlfriends looked so sloppy and decadent.

The dwarf roughly wiped the square table with his sleeve, wiped off the thick dust, and placed a dozen or so two-ounce cylindrical wooden cups that were prepared in advance, all of which were filled with wine.

Amid the aroma of wine, the four dwarf brothers twitched their noses and their eyes became intoxicated, not much better than Vivien's alcoholic father.

The young man never understood what kind of magical power was hidden in the cup, which made everyone fascinated.

"Little brother, I will play against you in this game." Reagan Dahlberg's mouth and eyes involuntarily curled up, staring at the wine and couldn't help smiling, "You can't play tricks when it comes to drinking... The rules are simple and rude. Let's drink, and the one who drinks the most wins before he passes out."

"Brother...old man, you had a match yesterday, you should take a good rest!" Bernie grabbed his arm, his dark eyes full of expectation, "I...I'll drink for you! "

"Fool, what's the fun with drinking three cups down!" Dulu pressed Bernie's rough face with his bear paw, pushed aside, and rubbed his hands with bright eyes, "boss and Div have compared each other. Now, it's my turn this time!"

"It's still me..." Difu was not to be outdone, "Who is better than me among our brothers in terms of Gwent card skills and drinking capacity?"

"That's enough!" Reagan's face darkened, and he yelled at several people, "Look in the mirror and see how stupid you are! You smell alcohol and don't know your last name? No one knows who wins if you're drunk! "

"You can't drink a drop of wine until Roy and I finish drinking!"

The three brothers stopped "competing for posts". Although they still had unwillingness on their faces, they just stretched their necks and stared at the drinks on the table eagerly.

Roy looked at a table of wine glasses, his eyes were dizzy. In terms of real drinking capacity, he probably poured two glasses, but...

When it comes to drinking, dwarves never dawdle.

Reagan sat on the chair, stretched and raised his big fluffy hand, and turned the wine glass upside down. The wine spilled down his thick beard onto his chest hair, like a small waterfall, and wet the thick skin on his belly. cotton-padded jacket, and his crotch was also damaged.

Roy saw a slight toothache.

Is this guy drinking or spilling alcohol?At least a third of a cup is wasted.

But he has better ways to cheat.

According to the size, the items under his control can be stored in the storage space through physical contact.

The drink in your mouth is no exception.

Roy imitated the dwarf's rough posture, sat up with his legs crossed, raised the wine glass with both hands, raised his chin, tilted the mouth of the glass against his lips, and swallowed gurglingly.

A few seconds later, he swung the wine glass upside down in front of the dwarf with his right hand, and there was not a drop of wine left.

When the dwarf saw this, surprise and admiration flashed across his bearded face.

But he didn't know that the other party seemed to drink up the contents of the cup, but in fact all of them were secretly moved to the storage space.After drinking a glass, he didn't blush or breathe, except for the smell of wine on his tongue and mouth, it was easier than drinking plain water.

"Little brother, I have to say sorry to you." Reagan wiped the wine from his beard, and said sincerely, "You have small arms and legs, thin skin and tender flesh, and no hair on your mouth. I thought it must be a drunk You seem to be pouring it, but I didn't expect that the capacity for alcohol is not bad, and the drinking is unambiguous... You are really a good person!"

Does drinking capacity have anything to do with personality?

Roy shook his head, not understanding the dwarf's brain circuit,

He pretended to wipe the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, "Boss Reagan, I actually have a request..."

In the middle of speaking, the dwarf suddenly widened his eyes and thought of something, and sternly refused, "Little brother, a barrel of wine can't buy me, this is a matter of principle."

"Tanshan prohibits women from marrying outside! We can't introduce women from the clan to you without conscience, and you will die!"

The stammer next to him raised his eyebrows and echoed, "Impossible...we all...have no girlfriends, so we can't...cheap...you."

"How many are bachelors?"

Roy seemed to have touched their pain point, and the four dwarves fell silent for a moment.

"Who said that! Bernie knows a good girl. If he had the guts to confess... We already have nephews and nieces to play with."

This is not still single.

56, 57, 58, and 59 years old, the four dwarves are about the same age, and they are all young adults.

"Don't worry, I have no intention of competing with a few brothers for the woman of Carbon Mountain. During my stay in Carbon Mountain, can Boss Reagan teach me more about crossbow shooting skills?"

"I learned a lot from listening to your words at the shooting range before."

"You want to train with me? Hiccup—" The dwarf was taken aback by the request.

Dulu, who was the shortest, asked first, "Where did you hear that?"

"What's wrong, is there a problem?"

"Your eyes are very vicious." Dulu cast a glance at Difu, who immediately pointed at Reagan with his eyes bright and solemn. "The boss is not only the three-time Carbon Mountain Archery Champion. He is also the younger brother of Lord Pauly Dahlberg."

"Master Pauly once followed Yarpan Ziegrin to join the dragon hunting team, and hunted and killed the dragon of Quartz Mountain, Okvista! Its treasure contains dazzling sapphires and diamonds the size of cherries!"

As he said this, a strong look of pride appeared on the faces of several dwarves, and Roy's heart skipped a beat. He never thought that he had such a background in cheating someone casually.

He had no recollection of Paulie Dahlberg, but he knew Yarpen Ziegling.

Years ago, Yarpen Zigrin fought alongside Geralt and Yennefer, hunting green dragons.

Although the hunt ended in failure, Jinlong Weilun Tritanmes rescued the green dragon mother and daughter, but Yarpan retreated with his team members.Its ability can be seen.

"My answer to you is in the wine," Reagan suddenly smiled. "Drink enough to find the answer."