God-level Demon Hunter

Among the elves, there are also extraordinary beings who are close to nature, such as Dana Midby, the queen of the field.Scoia'tael can use their power to communicate and cooperate with Deer Shoujing.

"This possibility cannot be ruled out." The demon hunter agreed with his thoughts, "but there is no conclusive evidence to prove that the Scoia'tael haunted Mahakam and colluded with the deer-shoulders. You can't convince anyone."

"We must prepare for the worst in everything, and we should tell the Great Elder," Roy insisted. "In case something happens in the future, we have fulfilled our duty to remind you."

The witcher considered for a moment,

"Then according to what you said, you will go to the Great Elder to report this matter tomorrow morning. I will act according to the original plan, so as not to be seen by others."

……

next morning.

In the deepest part of the furnace hall, on the throne made of black iron, the great elder of Carbon Mountain, Brovar Hogg, stroked his frost-colored beard, and stared at the young man in front of him with majestic eyes.

In the huge palace, the lights were brilliant, but the guards were completely dismissed, leaving only two people.

"Boy, where did you hear about Scoia'tael?" Brovar's voice was like sand and stones, the loose skin on his face bulged, and his tone was full of displeasure, "Those four drink-craving fools revealed it to you? I have already issued a gag order to the entire Carbon Mountain, and I dare to leak the secret, so I can't spare them!"

"No, Great Elder, it has nothing to do with them." The young man quickly clarified that he didn't want to involve the four dwarves, "Actually, I heard about the Scoia'tael before I came to Carbon Mountain. If you don't believe me, you can ask your nephew Sewell. I mentioned the organization to Edsberg back in his day."

Roy repeated what he had said to the four dwarves.

"Okay, I'll just believe you for now...I'll send someone to check it later," the elder said in a deep voice, "but your previous statement that Scoia'tael was lurking near Carbon Mountain is not true. As early as a year ago, Those extremists and the dwarves who favored them were all cleared out of Mahakam, and until today, the patrols and the people of Carbon Mountain have found no signs of Scoia'tael."

"Otherwise, I should have known." Broval waved his hand, his white beard fluttering on the bright red satin on his chest, "Your deduction is just an overly worrying speculation, so don't bring it up again."

"Since the murderer is the deer head spirit, find it and kill it, and come to me with the spoils. This is the only goal for you and the demon hunter."

"But you came here to remind me out of good intentions, and you must be rewarded..." The elder's voice became gentle, "If you need anything now, just ask..."

Roy squeezed his fingers, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. What is the intention of this Great Elder of Mahakam?Since you don't believe his inference, let him make a request?

He unceremoniously made a request, "Dear Great Elder, I want the right to enter and exit Carbon Mountain freely... and a few skilled guards, preferably old people you can trust."

If there is Scoia'tael hiding in Carbon Mountain, then his investigation will definitely anger the other party. Lei Suo spends the day in the distant mountains and forests, so he has to find another bodyguard.

"As you wish." The Great Elder readily agreed, "I will order you later, except for a few forbidden places in the fortress, you can come and go to other places as you like, including various mining areas, as for the person you want..."

The Great Elder propped his chin and thought, "Just those four idiots. I will temporarily transfer them out of the defense team and follow your command."

Roy choked for breath. Accompanying him in the investigation would be dangerous. He didn't want to harm someone with a good relationship this time.

"Can you change someone, Great Elder?"

"Aren't they eager to drink with you?" Broval shook his head and refused, "Just let them do it!"

Chapter 51 Interrogation

in the bathroom.

"Are you insulting me?" The dwarf crossbowman and his three brothers sat around in the bath beside the young man, rubbing the dirt on his hairy legs with their hands, and asked, "Yesterday, you obviously won the drinking competition. Why did you return the crossbow? Think I can't afford to lose?"

"Tanshan people are willing to gamble and admit defeat!"

"Boss Reagan, since I won the game, 'Blood Brothers' belongs to me." Roy said with a sullen face, serious expression, "Then I have the right to give it to a more worthy person .”

"You—give it to me?" The dwarf pointed at him with carrot-thick fingers, his mouth was blocked as if he couldn't speak, and after a long while, he sighed, "Good boy, it's really not worth it, drink your wine..."

"Take it as a friend! Anyway, the elder gave the order, and you will follow me for the next few days."

"Is there still wine to drink?" Deve licked his lips.

"There is a chance to let you open your belly again!"

"Roy, from today onwards, we are good brothers!" The dwarf slapped him excitedly, making the corners of his eyes moist and his skin flushed.

"Okay, let's talk about business. The Great Elder sent you to assist me to investigate the murder in Tanshan." Roy lowered his voice and formed a circle with a few people. Since he chooses to trust them, there is no need to hide some things . "I need your help, think about it, have you seen a weird tattoo on someone recently?"

"What tattoo?"

"Be quiet."

The boy showed the four dwarves the spider web and antler marks that he had drawn in advance, his eyes quickly swept across their faces.

He was disappointed to find that all of them looked blank, apparently very unfamiliar with this symbol.

"Roy, what does this pattern represent? Why did you find it?" Reagan shook his head and said, "The Great Elder thinks that beards and chest hair are enough to set off the masculinity, and there is no need to paint these messy tattoos on the body, so Tanshan has never advocated tattoos." .As far as I know, less than [-]% of people have tattoos. However, compatriots who left Carbon Hill to make a living prefer these colorful patterns.”

"Basically, I have seen the buttocks of all the men in Carbon Mountain... Anyway, I have never seen this tattoo."

Diff, Dulu, and Bernie were equally unimpressed.

"Then help me pay attention to it, and keep it secret!"

"Don't worry, if I leak it, I won't be able to drink in this life!"

"Me too!"

"And I!"

When the four dwarves were swearing and swearing, a dwarf with a gray beard and muscular body entered the bathhouse, leaned on his back against the other side of the bath, and wiped his body with a tired face.

"The person on night shift won't take a shower at this time, who could it be..." Roy's attention was attracted.

The old man has loose facial skin, obvious age spots, deep nasolabial folds on both sides of the bridge of the nose, and a forehead also covered with ravines. Among human beings, his age is equivalent to that of a 60-[-]-year-old man.

The boy's gaze became deep.

Benson Fagner? 150 years old, status, attributes, and skills are all normal.

"Is that old man a mine worker?"

The dwarves followed his line of sight, and Deve, Duru, and Reagan looked like they were racking their brains to remember.

And Bernie said slightly proudly, "I stutter, but... my memory is not bad. It was I... who recognized you at the first sight in the bathhouse."

"Dude, keep it short and direct."

"Okay..." Bernie's eyes turned to the man in the bath, showing respect.

"Uncle Benson Fagner, this year is... 150 years old. He is considered to be in the same era as the... Great Elder, but he has a good temper and treats people... kindly. The workers on the ... love it."

Although dwarves are naturally long-lived, in this era of frequent wars, there are still very few dwarves who can survive various natural and man-made disasters and live to be over 120 years old.

"Why is he still working in the mine and not enjoying his old age?" Roy asked curiously.

Bernie said proudly, "We dwarves...as long as we can...move, we have to...keep on working. If we don't work...how can we have food?"

Roy rolled his eyes and asked again, "What job is he in charge of?"

"Fifth mining area... the clerk... arranges the work schedule."

"The fifth mining area, isn't it the mining area that Kelvin is in charge of?" The two asked and answered, but unexpectedly, the man in the bath suddenly made an abnormal movement.

Benson Fagner hugged his knees with both hands without warning, and wept bitterly, and the cry echoed in the empty bathhouse.

Bernie, the most sensitive in his heart, couldn't help but have a sore nose and sobbed slightly.

"Why is the old man crying? Could it be that his relatives were among the four dead dwarves?"

Reagan took over the stammering words, "Uncle Benson's family is living well, and he just gave birth to his grandson not long ago."

Words are full of envy.

"Sigh...Little Fagner is obviously more useless than me, but he was able to find a woman he liked and gave birth to two big fat boys. In order to commend their achievements, the First Elder personally cleaned the bodies of the two little boys. "

The fertility of the dwarf race is far inferior to that of humans, and being able to give birth to two offspring is undoubtedly a great contribution to the race.

"It's such a great honor. It's only been half a year since this happened. I don't understand why Uncle Benson is so sad. Could it be that the child had an accident?"

The dwarf scrunched his face in wonder.

But Roy's heart moved.After staying in the bathhouse for so many days, I finally saw an unusual guy.

Most of this race are optimistic by nature, and it is not an ordinary thing that can make them cry.

He felt the need to know a thing or two.

"Bernie, seeing an elder so sad, don't you go to comfort him?"

The dwarf was taken aback by what the young man said, and rubbing his brain, seemed to think that this was the truth, but he couldn't refute it.

"Remember, be casual."

"Always make me... do such... weird things?" Bernie said with reluctance.

"Uncle Benson watched you grow up, right? As his junior, why not have a few words with the old man?"

"Well, you're right."

……

Not long after, Roy got a piece of news from Bernie who was in the bath.

"When I get older, I like to miss the past and recall the years when I was young. Uncle Benson just remembered his old friends who died on the battlefield, so he couldn't control his emotions for a while."

Remembering a friend who passed away, is that really the case?

"Several, take me to his house to have a look."

……

Black Iron Tavern, as the only tavern in Carbon Mountain that has obtained the business license of the Great Elder, is often full of customers on weekdays.

However, due to the recent death incidents, most adult men in Tanshan choose to stay at home at night and take good care of their relatives.

The business of the tavern has temporarily become depressed.

At this time and night, under the bright lights of the Black Iron Tavern, there were only four or five sporadic figures, among them was an old dwarf with gray beard and hair, wearing a sloppy yellow nightgown, sitting in the corner drinking by himself.

Occasionally, he would raise his head suddenly, his drunken eyes became clear again, and he looked around vigilantly and slightly nervously.Startled, as if worried about something.

On the other side of the pub, a window seat.

"Little devil, you didn't call me out at night just to have a drink."

"I have something important to tell you." The demon hunter flexibly manipulated the throwing knife with five fingers, scraping the blue-gray stubble on his chin. "According to the information you provided yesterday, I discovered a huge secret from Kelvin."

"I'll talk about the secret later." Roy felt at ease, and patted the witcher's fan-shaped palm, "Let's settle the matter here first, and pay attention to the dwarf in front."

Roy pretended to glance at the target casually, and leaned closer to the witcher's ear, "Don't let him catch your sight."

"What's suspicious about him?"

The witcher took a big gulp of the dwarf spirits, his eyes narrowed due to the strong alcohol.

"His name is Benson Fagner, the clerk of the fifth mining area. He is mainly responsible for the working hours of the mining area. During the day, I noticed that his behavior was extremely abnormal in the bathhouse, and he burst into tears for no reason."

"This is the only suspicious guy in the past few days," the boy said helplessly. "Maybe there may be clues on him."

"It's worth a try." The demon hunter put down his wine glass, slightly appreciative, "You did a good job, you can't let go of any abnormal traces. Maybe you can catch a big fish."

Roy shrugged, "But his mouth is very strict, my dwarf friend can't tell the truth, let alone outsiders like us. So you need to use special means..."

"Boom...boom..."

The grandfather clock in the tavern struck midnight.

Benson Fagner suddenly got up from the wine table, wiped the drool from the corners of his mouth, shook his drowsy head, and walked out of the tavern door.

The temperature in Carbon Mountain at night was below zero, and when the cold wind blew, the wine sticking to his beard was frozen into ice slag, and Benson's nose turned red.

However, he didn't feel it, and dragged his tired body like a hollow puppet, walking towards the stairs leading to the cave on the mountain wall.

He walked to the dark and narrow alley behind the tavern, raised his head and looked up at the missing piece of the moon in the sky, the day of the full moon was coming.

Old Benson couldn't help taking a deep breath, his pupils staring at the moonlight shrank into a dot, and the beard around his lips began to tremble slightly, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying and fell into a daze.

The moon turned blood red, and there were human screams and terrifying howls lingering.

"Pa..." Benson felt his shoulders sink, and he looked back in a daze, only to see a completely unfamiliar face in front of him.

A strange man, with extremely rigid facial lines under the smooth top of the head, slightly protruding mandibular corners, deep-set eye sockets, and a grim expression on the corners of his mouth.

Behind his towering and majestic body, a section of the hilt can still be seen protruding.

"Your Excellency?" Benson staggered back uncontrollably.

The man didn't answer, his mouth opened to reveal a mouthful of thick white teeth.

"Sorry!" The dwarf's heart felt a chill when he heard these words, but his drunkenness made him dull, and he had no time to react.

Immediately afterwards, a hallucination appeared in front of his eyes. The separated five fingers of the demon hunter split into hundreds of thousands like octopus tentacles, entangled him in a ball, and had nowhere to hide.

"A lot of fingers are flying..."