The Witcher: Darkness Falls

On the muddy road leading to the city of Nilfgaard, a carriage and a knight were walking alone.

The dwarf Zival was driving the carriage, his whole body huddled in his dirty cloak.

Leon followed the carriage in his cloak.

The rain kept falling, sometimes heavy and sometimes light.

In order to send Retak to Nilfgaard for treatment as soon as possible, the two of them stayed up almost all night for the past two days, taking turns on the journey, so their mental state was not very good.

"This damn rainy season, the only bad thing about coastal cities is that it can rain for days at a time!

I feel like if this continues, mushrooms will grow in my beard and hair." Zivar complained.

He fumbled for a bottle of dwarven liquor, took a sip, and then let out a long sigh.

Leon turned his head and saw that there seemed to be something on the dwarf's beard. He took a closer look and found that it was actually a mushroom!

"You really have mushrooms growing in your beard!" he said.

Zival lifted his beard and looked at it, then immediately cursed: "It's true! This damn weather!"

He cleaned up the mushrooms while cursing, "I must have fallen asleep and my beard got muddy! There are mushroom spores in the mud!

Leon, hold the reins for me while I untie my beard."

He handed the reins to Leon, and then quickly untied his braided beard with both hands.

Zivar held his beard in both hands and rubbed it in the rain, trying to use the rain to wash away the dirt in his beard.

However, the rain was not particularly heavy now, so it was a bit difficult to wash off his weed-like beard.

"How about I lend you my dagger?" Leon asked.

"Don't even think about it! Don't even think about touching my beard. If you dare to touch my beard, I'll fight you to death!" Zival refused, "I'd rather have mushrooms growing in my beard than shave it off.

Do you know what beard means to dwarves?

This is not only a symbol of adulthood, but also a symbol of our racial identity!

For us dwarves, shaving our beards is like a human running naked on the street without clothes. It is a shame and disgrace!"

Leon touched his chin silently. He was so tired from traveling these days that he had no time to find a place to take care of his hair and beard.

In less than ten days, his beard had grown three or four centimeters long, and his hair had grown a lot longer, almost enough to be braided.

Dwarves have a special fondness for beards, which you rarely see in other races. Both men and women like to grow beards.

This is the case with the dwarves. One of the rites of passage for men is to grow a beautiful big beard, and they start growing beards from birth.

Elves are at the other extreme. Except for their hair, they are completely bald. Few elves have beards as big as dwarves, and even elves with untidy beards are rare.

"Leon, I suggest you grow a beard, it's very practical and can keep you warm in winter." Zival suggested, staring at Leon's profile and said, "You look better now."

"Thank you." Leon responded, but he decided to find a barber he was familiar with to shave his beard and get a neat haircut when he arrived in Nilfgaard.

"Is there a rainy season in Mahakam?" Leon asked.

"Of course not," Zivar said. He sighed as if reminiscing, "Mahakan is inside the Mahakam Mountains. It's a circular mountain range, like this."

He cupped his hands together and made a pose.

“We live in the palm of our hand, but this is not a basin, but a hilly area.

We built houses, factories and workshops around the carbon mountain.

It also rains there, but it doesn't rain continuously. However, it snows continuously there. Once winter comes, there are almost no sunny days.

But snow is much more interesting than rain, we can have snowball fights, build snowmen and make snowballs..."

The dwarf reminisced on and on, and Leon listened attentively.

There seems to be no winter in Nilfgaard. There is no snow or very little snow here in winter, only damp and cold winds.

Anyway, he has rarely seen snow since he was a child.

"Oh... I don't know why I was so obsessed with pipes at that time, otherwise I wouldn't still be paying off my debts." Later, Zival talked about muskets again and he sighed deeply.

Leon could tell that he regretted it a little.

But now that things have come to this, there is nothing we can do.

Moreover, he believed that if the dwarf were given the choice again, he would definitely do the same.

Sure enough, Zival continued, "But it seems that the situation is not that bad. I have made a lot of friends over the years."

"Where are Holf and Lux? Why did they come out with you?" Leon asked.

Zivar was silent for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"I tricked them!" he said triumphantly. "I told them I was leaving Mahakam to go on an adventure with a group of real knights.

They followed me, hahahaha!"

Leon couldn't help laughing and asked, "Did you find out later?"

"Of course they found out. They calmed down only after I promised to give them my forge in Mahakam.

I built it myself, it cost a lot of money and took me at least ten years!" Zivar sighed, but he didn't seem to regret it.

"By the way, what about you? I saw the sword on your saddle. It should be forged by a dwarf, right? Can I take a look at it?" Zival asked, pointing at the sword on Lyon's saddle.

"Of course, it was forged by my friend. I remember telling you about Jeraka, an excellent dwarf craftsman." Lyon handed the steel sword forged with magic-blocking gold to the other party and said.

Zival took the steel sword and examined it carefully: "Enchanting process, but on the scabbard..."

As he spoke, he drew out his steel sword.

The light blue sword with flowing water patterns is very beautiful.

"What material is this?" He stretched out his fingers and flicked it. The steel sword trembled. The sound was not crisp, but rather dull.

"Are you talking about the blue one? That's antimagnetic metal, which I made specifically to deal with magical creatures." Leon said.

Zival was a little surprised and said, "So that's why. I was wondering why the dwarf enchanted the scabbard. It turns out it's because of this.

It is an excellent sword, very nice and beautiful!"

He put away the sword and handed it back, saying, "I've noticed it for a long time. I saw you not using it a few nights ago.

No matter how beautiful a sword is, if it is not used, it is just a work of art, which means it is waste. "

Leon put away the steel sword and said, "Well...it will affect the effectiveness of my sigils, so I only plan to use it when dealing with magical creatures."

In fact, the main reason is that his body can hardly bear higher-powered potions.

Magical creatures are often very powerful. Instead of using potions to drive yourself into a state of madness, it is better to weaken the opponent with a steel sword made of stunmetal.

Anyway, his sigils weren't that effective against magical creatures, so he might as well just abandon them.

The two chatted along the way as the rain kept falling.

It was revealed that there was no one else except them.

After another two days and one night, they finally arrived at the city of Nilfgaard.