Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 272

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 272]

She wears several strands of jewelry, bracelets, bracelets and other trinkets on her wrists, which also clatter when she raises her hand to yawn.

“That female dark elf doesn’t seem to take the underground threat seriously,” Ciel was puzzled. “She has no weapons and no protection.”

“Yeah, who made her Vazelia Satos? The two groups of slave warriors behind them are her property. Velius and Aethilon have their own abilities, so they can only be dispatched by her.” Heigagson said.

After the three, there were also two rows of silent dark elf warriors. They were all equipped with metal armor with purple and crimson patterns engraved on them. They were extremely ornate. The faces, the cloaks dangled behind them, the appearance is solemn.

The first line of warriors held the odd-shaped long sword in their hands, ready to strike.

The second row of warriors carried specially made crossbows with sharp knives on their waists.

“Slave warriors…” Charles carefully observed that there were thirty warriors in total in the two rows, and they were quite an elite assault force. “Who are these people?”

“They are the Calamity Walker Hunting Team.” Hejgagson said, “Wajeelia set up to travel through the underground world to hunt down Calamity Walkers.”

“That didn’t collide with my job.” Charles felt amused.

“Yes, but…” Higgerson hesitated.

The dark elf Vazelia took a step forward and quickly waved her hand: “Enough! End the meaningless noise! Shorties! Send the diplomats and let us meet the patriarch!”

The dwarves looked around and consciously forked a path, and several diplomat dwarves stumbled to the front.

“Ms. Sartos.” The diplomat at the front paid tribute to Vageria, “Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Naturally, roll up your red tape for me and throw it away, and clean up a noble room for me to stay in advance!” Vagelia raised her voice.

“Understood,” the dwarf diplomat agreed.

“Attitude is okay. Then, listen up, you dwarfs, as we all know, we are the Disaster Walker Hunting Team! Several fortresses are bidding to hire our services, and the highest bidder at present is the Shojin Fortress, willing to pay us all at once. Twenty-five thousand gold coins, if you can offer a higher price, we will first help you clean up the ruined fortress of the disaster walkers, and help you recover all your lost inheritance. Don’t think about it, you are not qualified for this level of dwarf. Decision. Quickly bring the news to your patriarch.” Vazelia said arrogantly.

“It turned out to be really here to grab the job.” Ciel nodded, “Twenty-five thousand gold coins, the dwarves are really rich.”

“Hmm…” Hejgsen pondered, “It’s a lot more expensive than last time.”

“Hey, that ‘stands out from the crowd’.” The mountain man Esilon pointed to Ciel, “Why did you come to the dwarf fortress?”

“I’m a Calamity Slayer, too,” Ciel said, “and I’m going to make an offer on my side.”

“Huh?” Diplomat Tani looked back. “You? What?”

“It means that I can also eliminate all the disaster walkers around me. It doesn’t matter to me. It doesn’t matter, take us to the patriarch of the fortress and let him decide.” Ciel said, “I also want to see the patriarch, He must be a shrewd dwarf with the ability to keep a dwarven fortress in good order.”

Chapter 343

They turned around and walked in, and the dwarves scattered.

“Hygargson!”

“Hey!”

“Come back to stand guard!” The trestle guards waved to Haigagsen.

“Oh!” Hejagesen waved to them while being carried back by the dwarves, “I’m going to change careers! Be a Disaster Walker Killer!”

“What?”

“Don’t make trouble!”

“It’s your duty to guard the trestle!”

“Come back soon!”

Hejagesen ignored him, and his voice faded away.

They returned to the open corridor, and the dwarves put away their thoughts of joining in the fun, quickly diverted, quickly ran back to their posts, and threw themselves into the intensive work to continue to maintain the operation of the entire fortress.

So Shire and Hejgagsen walked in the front, the diplomats in the middle, and the Scourge Runner’s hunting party in the back.

They walked through a narrow corridor with many statues of dwarves on both sides. The whole body was made of steel, holding a giant hammer and a strong shield, and the helmet was sealed.

“Hey!” Vageria shouted, “that man!”

Charles turned his head: “Me?”

“Yes, it’s you, it’s easy if you understand the dark elf language.”

“I’ve had the pleasure of speaking every language.”

“Really?” Vazelia spoke in the dragon language instead.

“There is no doubt.” Ciel changed his tone, imitating the tone of a dragon, his voice booming in his nostrils.

“It’s interesting.” Vagelia became more curious about Ciel. She looked at Ciel carefully and licked her lips, “You…you’re kind of handsome.”

“Thank you for the compliment.” Charles felt the atmosphere was a little ambiguous, and he quite liked it.

They both looked at each other’s bodies boldly and wantonly, their eyes stopped on each other’s most important parts, her clothes were seductive, her figure was graceful, and her gestures were savage.

“What a big turtle.” Vagelia exclaimed.

“…It’s disgusting to be too explicit.” Charles felt that there was something wrong with the other party’s mind.

“Come and be my male pet,” Vajelia put her hands on her hips and raised her chest, “You’ve earned it anyway, you won’t refuse the chance to have sex with me, right, let’s work harder, a few years A new family can be born early.”

“Are all dark elves the same as you?”

“Don’t change the subject,” Vagelia said angrily, “I will use force, have you heard of the rules of Saint Mildora? If you don’t agree, grab it.”

“Frankly speaking, I don’t mean to look down on you, but I also have some self-defense abilities, so I’m afraid a conflict will be bad,” said Ciel.

I’m polite enough, Miss Dark Elf.

“Huh?” Vagelia stopped, “Velius!”

The half-dragon man responded immediately, holding a halberd and walking towards Ciel.

“Don’t… please get along in harmony.” Diplomat Tani hurried over.

“Get out of the way, shorty.” Velius opened his dragon-shaped jaws as he spoke, and a large stench of stench gushed out of it. The sound sounded like metal bursting silently in magma, low and eerie.

There was a noise from the side, and Ciel turned his head to realize that the statue-shaped dwarves were not dead, but living dwarves. They were just standing guard quietly, wearing fully enclosed armor, and couldn’t see the inside at all.

Seeing Velius approaching Ciel, the dwarf in closed armor walked between them, and the metal rubbed harshly as he walked, blocking the middle like a whole piece of walking steel, indestructible and immovable.

Silent, and very hard.

“The addition of all the fortress guards in this corridor can barely force my dragon’s breath.” Velius let out a hoarse laugh, “I don’t like to kill indiscriminately, that’s what sub-adults can do.”

The statue-shaped dwarf was silent, then slowly raised his shield in a gesture of determination.

“Kill him.” Vagelia ordered.

“There’s no need for this.” Charles frowned.

“Gah!” Velius laughed, “I must obey Miss Sartos’s orders!”

After saying that, he swung his halberd, and with the sound of breaking wind, he violently stabbed at the dwarf shield guard.

With nothing at hand, this group of people are so arbitrary and reckless.

Charles frowned.

“Dazzling!” Ciel cast a spell, from the heritage of the West Coast.

Veliuston’s movements froze for a moment, his eye mask covered his eyes, and he took off after a while, his pupils dilated violently, and he regained consciousness immediately.

“Gu…” He shook his faucet vigorously, “What?”

“A mage.” Vajelia was surprised, “Imperial mage? A magician of the World Court? Or what? It’s amazing!”

“Soul-burning freak.” Essilon was well-informed, but didn’t break it directly.

“Let’s talk when we meet the patriarch.” Ciel shook his head. “There’s no need to fight here. After leaving the fortress, there will be opportunities.” This is a spoiled dark elf noblewoman, and it seems that she needs to be punished to grow.

“It seems that you have the confidence to deal with all of us?” Vagelia narrowed her eyes, “I really don’t know where you got the confidence.”

“It’s a fragment of Xiaguang.” Essilon said, “Lord Sartos, there are more than one piece of Xiaguang on this man. The treasure we have been searching for is right in front of us!”

“Gah! Hahahaha!” Velius exclaimed, “Vageria, you are only one step away from becoming a demigod!”

“Don’t be arguing.” Vajelia looked at Ciel with strange eyes, “It’s impossible for me to cut this pretty face in half and steal the shards of sunshine.”

“I’m so grateful, in general…I still like a peaceful and friendly atmosphere,” Ciel said. “You’d better restrain yourself.”

I hate the attitude of these “Disaster Walkers”, and Ciel can’t smile at them now.

“It’s hard to deal with.” Vajelia bit her lip and grabbed her chest hard, “A noble and holy man, does he have to go to bed to show his true face to me?”

“I don’t like fighting either, I’m peace-loving.” Velius stroked his spurge with his scaly fingers and licked it with his long tongue.

“It’s a miracle that a bare-ass adventurer can survive until now with the glow of the sun.” Essilon’s tone was contemptuous.

There seems to be room for continued conflict.

The diplomats watched nervously, but they breathed a sigh of relief when Vagelia started walking again with her slave army.

They walked into the elevators in batches, transported them in turns, and climbed to the top of the fortress one by one, which was the room of the patriarch.

This room is very simple. As the most important nobleman, Ciel thought the patriarch would live in a prettier and larger room, but it turned out to be an office with several giant bookshelves, and the patriarch sat on a large specially made oak table. In the back, the table was filled with parchment and books, some of which were so long that they rolled to the ground.

The patriarch himself looked… nothing special, just an ordinary dwarf.

He wears a black iron crown, his face is full of sadness, some bald, and there are many wrinkles on his face. He is about middle-aged dwarves, maybe a hundred years old, and he wears a dark green robe with gold trim. When people came in, the patriarch was holding Pen scribbled on parchment.

“The special event, I saw it, don’t talk, wait for me to put this…” The patriarch put down the pen, rolled up the parchment, put it aside, emptied the table a little, took out a new piece of paper and started recording, ” Thank you for your waiting, and I can start talking.”

“Pay us to clean up the Disaster Walkers,” Vageria said.

“How much?” The patriarch took a long-barrel pen and sucked up the ink.

“The Shojin Fortress paid 20,000 gold coins, and gave us a higher bid or we’d go help them,” Vagelia said.

“It was only six thousand five hundred gold coins last time,” said the patriarch.

“Esilon didn’t think of such a good way last time.” Vagelia smiled, “This is called the highest price, the highest price.”

“It’s my honor to work for you!” Asilon greeted Vagelia.

“Okay, okay.” The patriarch nodded and looked at Ciel, “You seem to have a special event too?”

“Just wanted to say, I can also help you solve the problem of Disaster Walker.” Ciel said.

“How much gold do you need?” The patriarch looked at the numbers on the parchment.

“No money, just help me build an extraordinary weapon,” Ciel said.

“Okay, here’s the Disaster Walker who cleans up the invasion. I understand it for a top-level order from the workshop.” The patriarch said neatly.

The room was silent for a while.

Vazelia frowned.

[End of This Chapter]