Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 271

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 271]

He got into the wreckage of the warehouse and picked it up.

The dwarf-sized equipment charr can hardly be worn, and the helmet and armor look a little small.

“Use this.” Helgagson handed Ciel a belt and a backpack.

Ciel nodded and wrapped his belt around his body. He picked up the dried mushrooms and worm meat, and stuffed them into his backpack for emergency use.

“Take this again.” Hejgagsen handed a dwarf sword to Ciel.

“thanks.”

“And this.” Helgagsen handed the torch and rope to the Shire, as well as the head-mounted candle. “It is necessary to walk underground.”

“really not bad.”

“This is the most important.” Hejgagsen picked up another large mining pick and handed it to Ciel solemnly, “This is the life of dwarves, greed and diligence complement each other, if you want ore, you must go dig.”

“…It looks good.” Ciel carried the mining pick on his shoulders, and suddenly felt that he had also become a diligent dwarf.

After making all the preparations, they walked out of the warehouse and went to wash the rest of the cliff cave.

This fortress mainly extends up and down, and the dwarves dug a huge hole in the mountain, and there are many gravel marks left by the excavation of the mountain on the walkway.

Precision gears can be seen everywhere, meshing with each other. The largest gear is ten meters in diameter. The black iron castings are inlaid with each other and are indestructible.

But they were all quiet, and it was unknown what was driving them to turn.

“Gah!” The two demon goblins were patrolling the aisle, and they turned to meet Ciel and the others head-on.

“Destroy them.” Ciel picked up the big crossbow and aimed at one of the little ghosts.

Hejagesen charged forward with his head sullen, and a kid yelled at him. Hejagesen didn’t change his face, and slammed his heavy body forward. The shield directly knocked the kid down. The little devil tramples.

“Quack?” The other kid’s face changed greatly with fright, and knelt down and kowtowed to Hejagesen to beg for mercy.

Hejgagsen showed no mercy to the Disaster Walker, and the shield slammed forward, smashing the kid into a sway, and then smashed the kid with a hammer, smashing the kid’s head.

“Isn’t that very skilled?” Ciel appreciated.

“These are juveniles.” Hejgagson observed the two unlucky little devils. “It’s hard for me to face adults and elite scourges by myself. I hear you chanting spell-like spells, you Did you use magic to defeat the devil?”

“Yes, I have a collection of hunter spells,” Ciel said. “You want to learn?”

“Dumark told us that we must stay away from spells that abuse natural energy, and we must trust the weapons and armors that we have forged with our own hands,” Hejgagsen said.

“In Loman, hunters arm themselves with swords, crossbows, spells and potions.”

“I can also use a variety of methods to fight against the Disaster Walker, and the idea seems to be more open.” Hejagesen nodded.

The matter was the same as what Ciel had guessed. There were indeed only black-winged, molten, and brown-looking demons in the entire cliff cave. The others were big and small. disappeared.

Hejgagsen fought bravely and no longer showed his timidity in the face of these weak and small disaster walkers.

“Quack!”

“Ouch!”

“Ouch scum!”

Watching three or four goblins fleeing from the back door of the cliff cave, Hejagesen nodded to Ciel after confirming that there was no threat.

“Expel the disaster walkers, everyone can come back and re-enter.” He said.

“We did it.” Charles nodded.

“Now we are going to restart the cliff cave.” Hejgagsen walked towards the core area of the dwarf fortress.

They came to a huge metal platform with a joystick in the middle, which was now pulled to the far left.

“This is the switch for the water valve. Let’s turn it right together.” Higgerson stroked the metal notch on the joystick.

Ciel and Heigaghson worked together to grasp the joystick, which was so strong that one wondered if it was stuck underneath.

But as they pushed harder, the joystick was lifted up and slowly turned to the other side.

“Each outer fortress provides auxiliary functions for the fortress.” Hejagson said hard, panting, “The function of the cliff cave is… heating.”

“Heating?” Shire and Heiggason pushed the joystick to the right end.

Ciel heard a loud noise similar to the impact of a ram in the distance, and at this moment, it was deafening.

He looked around and saw a bronze gate on the opposite cliff slowly rising. Then, a large amount of water rushed out of it, roaring and pouring down, forming an underground waterfall.

There is a huge waterwheel fan blade below. At this time, it was bombarded by the waterfall and began to move extremely sluggishly. Countless gears inside one side start to spin.

“The Cliff Cave is alive.” Ciel heard a series of movements from all directions, the gears collided with each other as they turned, precise and orderly, with a clanging sound.

“Yes.” Helgagsen led the Charr to the previous ventilation shaft. “The fort is alive.”

Just being close to the ventilation shaft, Ciel felt a slight heat wave, completely different from the frosty environment before.

He stuck his head out and stared down.

Before, there was only a dark abyss, and nothing could be seen, but at this time it was translucent, the metal partition door was opened, and the boiling magma pool at the bottom was unobstructed.

It was extremely hot inside the ventilation shaft, and it felt scorching hot just by reaching in.

“The heat is going through the pipes, and it’s going to be very warm everywhere,” Heiggson said. “It won’t feel cold any time soon.”

“Ingenious,” Charles admired.

“We have to go back and tell the good news to others.” Hejgagsen turned around and walked away, running quickly, “We have recovered the cliff cave, everyone will be very happy after hearing about it.”

Chapter 342 Hunting Team

They crossed the rock bridge and drilled through the tunnel back to the city of Xionghu fortress.

It was very warm in the tunnel, and Ciel heard the air rushing under his feet, as if there were many pipes buried in it, heating the soil.

“It’s not cold at all.” Ciel found it very interesting. “The underground is supposed to be a cold place.”

“We create everything with our hands. This is what God has entrusted to us. We must clench our fists, grit our teeth, dig out our living space bit by bit, and find the most precious minerals in the underground world.” pride.

“It seems that there are nobles among you.” Ciel thought for a while, then said.

“Yes, noble dwarves,” said Helgagsen. “They do not live with us, but in the upper part of the fortress.”

“You also have your own room, so you don’t have to crowd the barracks with everyone?”

“Of course the nobles have their own private bedrooms.”

“I have some doubts,” the charr was curious about the dwarven society, “your leader, the ‘patriarch’, was directly named by your gods, and the patriarch can rule over everything. What privileges do nobles have? Why are they’ noble’?”

“Some jobs are more advanced, and the people who are in charge of those high-level things are nobles, and they are doing vital things, so they are entitled to live in their own room, drink the best quality wine, and put the most expensive furniture in the room. Once they are dismissed by the patriarch, they will come down and live with us in a place.” Hejgagsen explained.

“Oh, I thought the nobles were blood-related, but they were bound to a specific position.” Ciel suddenly realized.

“Yes, positions such as the army commander, the material manager, the production plan leader, the high priest, the kitchen manager, the chief diplomat… and so on, whoever is in charge is a noble, more important than other dwarves, restaurant and rest The room is also not in the same position as us. Because what they do is too important, their interests are given priority, and high-level materials are mainly allocated to them, and then ordinary dwarves like me.” Hejagesen explained.

“If one day, I mean, you find that the warehouse is empty, with nothing to eat or drink, no tools, and no raw materials for work, what will you do then? Grab it with someone else?”

“Depending on the decision of the patriarch, the patriarch will take us out of the predicament, extend our working hours, and gain greater efficiency.”

“Could the patriarch not be able to solve the shortage of supplies for a while?”

“In that case, he doesn’t deserve to be the patriarch. We will use the last method passed down by the god Dumark.”

“what way?”

“Break his head,” said Helgagson. “Dumark will choose a new leader from the remaining dwarves.”

In this way, it is possible to outline the social system of the dwarves.

Charles thought to himself.

The gods designate the patriarch, and the patriarch assigns positions to each dwarf. All the materials are shared by all the dwarves in the fortress, but when allocating, the materials will be given priority to the dwarf nobles who are in charge of high-level positions to meet their needs and let them live in In the best circumstances, the lower-ranking dwarves’ turn comes later.

Female dwarves choose partners of the same clan many times in their long lives, produce multiple offspring, and add to the fortress.

There are few internal struggles and revolts, because the basic survival conditions of each dwarf will be met, everyone has no personal possessions, and although the nobles live better, their work is also more meaningful and not for nothing.

The only factor that may induce social unrest in the dwarves is probably the lack of materials.

If there is not enough mushrooms, meat, and clothing, the dwarves will lose their temper, the nobles will become irritated, and the whole fortress will be thrown into chaos, fighting for the only resources.

No wonder the dwarves value work efficiency so much, a society built entirely on production that falls apart when production goes awry.

Our society is also based on production, but our society is more mobile, everyone has the opportunity to climb up, and also has the right to pick up weapons and fight to the death.

Dwarven society is a stagnant pool, and it is up to the patriarch to decide who does what, how long, and where he lives.

what.

Ciel suddenly thought of an interesting metaphor, because he was in an underground environment, and he thought of a lot of things about the underground.

Human society is like a belt of frequent earthquakes. Contradictions, conflicts and changes are intertwined in history. Where there is oppression, there is resistance, and where there is injustice, there is dissatisfaction.

The dwarf society is like a dormant volcano. It feels safe, stable and beautiful. Every stone stays in its proper position on the mountain, but once the volcano erupts, it will soon turn into a huge disaster, causing unrecognizable chaos.

It seems that the society of dwarves also makes sense. Although the nobles are rich, the nobles also undertake important work.

The aristocrats in our society can not only pass on a huge amount of wealth at will, but most of the time they are just hedging and mischievous, and the pay and the income do not match.

After going through the tunnel, they returned to the huge common room to find the dwarves running out in a swarm, and the huge door was pushed open so that many dwarves could get through together.

The sound of footsteps rang out, and the dwarves kept running out without turning their heads to look at Ciel and Hejgagsen who had returned.

“What happened?” Ciel looked at the dwarves, they looked excited and curious, it should not be an emergency such as war.

“I guess there are visitors.”

“I’m also a visitor, why haven’t I seen this battle.”

“Maybe it’s a large group of visitors, a large group… I’m not sure, we’ll go too.” Higgerson sped up with short legs.

After passing through the gate, they stood behind a large crowd of dwarves, and Ciel felt that there were several times the number of dwarves pushing him noisily behind him. Only Helgagsen could keep his composure in the tide of dwarves, with his legs and feet still.

When they boarded the trestle, a new team appeared at the front entrance of the fortress. A team of dwarf soldiers surrounded them, but their attitude was relatively lax, and they did not treat them as potential enemies at all.

Ciel watched intently, this team was really special, and this underground trip was undoubtedly an eye-opener.

Leading the way are two men and one woman.

In the middle stood a man with a big shoulder and a round waist… a half-dragon man, with a head like a huge crocodile, exposed teeth, pale green eyes, black pupils in the center, gold on the edge, and a thin film in his eyes. When he was a dwarf, the film quickly covered the entire eye from time to time, then retracted the inside of the eyelid, as if it had blinked.

Ciel observed carefully, this guy is particularly majestic, at least three meters tall, his skin is covered with jet-black dragon scales, his body is as shiny as fine-forged steel, and he is also covered with a layer of thick scales that fits a pitch-black The solid armor, decorated with blood-red battle lines, looks like three claw cracks, which looks quite scary.

“What’s the name of that half-dragon man?” Charles asked curiously.

“Velius Fire Eater.” Helgagson watched, “he’s scary, look at his weapon.”

The half-dragon Velius holds a long halberd in his hand, which can be stabbed or swung, matching his size. The entire weapon is over three meters long. The pale halberd blade and the tip at the end are dark gold.

“Is that mysterious metal?”

“Yes, it is a recast oregano sharp blade, which is indestructible.” Hejagesen affirmed.

There was a man standing on the left side of the half-dragon man. The man itself is not unusual, but it is a bit strange to appear in the underground world.

The other party has black hair, the scars left after the freckles fade away on his face, and his eyes are fierce and cunning.

The moment he saw Ciel, he immediately narrowed his eyes and looked at Ciel, looking at Ciel’s equipment.

“I saw an ordinary person.”

“That’s Essilon, the Yamauchi,” Heiggerson said. “He’s got a bad temper, but he’s good at analyzing things, and he’s the smarter of them all.”

Ciel moved his gaze to the last member of the trio.

He felt a little rude, because… it was a dark elf in extremely scantily clad.

She is tall, about 1.8 meters tall, much taller than Asilon, and about the same as Ciel. Her skin is extremely dark purple, her ears are long and sharp, her long black hair is tied up, her face is gorgeous, her face is heavily makeup, her head Wear a black gemstone crown, the gemstone is the same material that the charr had previously obtained from the dead dark elves.

In any case, Ciel couldn’t call what she was wearing armor, not even clothes.

She exposed a large area of her skin, her slender legs were unobstructed, she stepped on black leather boots, and did not wear any culottes. Instead, she had a metal chain mesh around her waist, hanging down naturally, with a purple silk scarf sewn in the middle, which was completely see-through. Pointlessly covering his private parts, a string of umbilical nails was punched on his belly button, and his plump chest was wrapped around a black belt, making it bloated and trying desperately to emerge from the gap between the belts.

[End of This Chapter]