Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 283

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 283]

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The last line should have written something, but it was interrupted by the invasion of the disaster walker, and the content was not completed.

To be honest, after reading this file, Ciel already felt quite horrified.

The Dwarf Fortress turned out to be…

He looked at the other files in the bookcases around him. How many similar dwarves were recorded there?

He took a deep breath and held on to the door and the house wall. These structures are very delicate and durable, and will not be damaged for hundreds of years. In his mind, thousands of dwarves appeared in his heart, distributed in a large number of different fortresses, in the depths of this world. Excavation and digging.

Dwarves dig, build, do their jobs, dwarves…

Ciel opened the door slightly, looked outside, and heard a loud noise. It turned out that the goblins were fighting on the stairs, and it seemed that there was chaos while running. A demon goblin accidentally bumped into other little demons and knocked it over. The stairwell, so that the two goblins fought each other, punching and kicking each other desperately, biting and fighting, while the other goblins watched the fun from a distance away, shouting for the progress of their fight.

This gave Ciel the perfect opportunity to take a closer look in the upper hallway while the kiddies were distracted by their little fights in the stairs. There were signs on the doorways of several rooms, the common room, the mushroom fermentation room, the warden’s office. , recreation room… medical room!

The medical room is also different from other rooms. There is a faint light from the bottom of the door. Is there anything else in it?

Ciel listened to the movement inside, made sure there was no kid inside, and then hurriedly opened the door.

There was a pungent smell inside, and Charles almost spit it out.

He saw that there were several hospital beds in the center, and several dwarf corpses were placed on them, probably all seriously ill patients who could not be cared for because the fort was attacked, died naturally over time or were killed by goblins.

–fear.

The dilapidated face of the dwarf’s corpse is not terrible, and the smell of corpse rotting around is also bearable.

Mainly… Ciel clearly saw that there were flashing mushrooms on their bodies, which was the source of the shimmering light before.

Not just a small root, but a large cluster of large clusters, layer upon layer, growing vigorously in the dwarf’s chest and belly.

The bluish-grey spots on the caps were shining, shimmering blue or grey, illuminating the hollow corpses of the dwarves, whose bones had been eroded, and the spore dust densely spread over the beds, like A thick layer of ash fell, and the mushroom whiskers, like tree roots, burrowed into the depths of their corpses, instead of the skeletons and blood vessels of the dwarves, pierced through their noses and mouths, spread from their hands and feet, grew swarms, and hung down from both sides of the bed.

Ciel avoided these lights, quickly found the medicine cabinet in the medical room, pulled it open, put the bottles and cans in it into the backpack first, and then left quickly.

The underground world…the dwarf fortress…really…is much more terrifying than I imagined, and there are still such terrifying scenes in the world.

He made loud noises in the corridor, attracting the demon goblins to turn around and gather, and then chanted the shadow spell to escape the goblins who were running around.

Go back to the lower corridor and go straight to the torture room.

He went into the back room, and Hejergson sat dozing on the rock bed, looking up at Charles.

“What’s the matter? You look more nervous,” Heigagson said.

“Is there any mushroom dust on me? Small spores?” Ciel walked under the wall torch and asked Hejgagsen to check.

“No. What do you ask this for?”

“…It’s nothing…” Ciel turned to Vagelia, who couldn’t wake up with a fever, “…Come on one by one.”

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Ciel took out the medicines found in his backpack and displayed them on the rock platform one by one.

These dwarf medicines are all named Reagent 1, Reagent 15, Trial 8, Recipe 9, etc. It is impossible to judge the purpose from the names. Obviously, only trained dwarf doctors can use them properly.

“There is no indication of the scope of application…” Shire picked up a yellow-brown glass bottle, the sticker on it only marked the obscure name of the medicine and the complicated formula.

“Water storage grass, get rid of the bane, oyster mushrooms…” Hejagsen read the ingredients, and then picked up a green bottle, “This should be useful.”

“Concoction No. 6.” Ciel opened the cork, and the viscous liquid gave off a terrifying salty taste, “How do you know it works?”

“I was injured once when I was very young, and I was bedridden,” Heigagsen looked at the comatose Vageria. “At that time, my mother took this green bottle of medicine for me to drink.”

“Then your mother is still…”

“I was born to her when she was 118, and now she is dead.”

“Do you have a cemetery?”

Ciel helped Vagelia up, hugged her smooth and hot back, opened her mouth slightly, poured the concoction in, and she swallowed unconsciously.

“Yes, but…” Hejgagson said, “well… only some of them will be buried there.”

“Who?”

“Model workers, meritorious heroes, powerful warriors, senior nobles…” Hejgagsen said, “Only the elite of our fortress elites can be buried in the cemetery.”

“What about you, will you have a tomb there after you die?”

“Do not make jokes.”

“Do you know where you go when you die? Have you seen where other dwarves go when they die? Those ordinary dwarves.”

“I don’t know.” Hejagesen shook his head, “It’s just buried somewhere, the underground world is so vast.”

After feeding the viscous potion, Ciel lays Vazelia flat again.

She twitched unconsciously, perhaps psychologically, and Charles felt her breathing smoother.

Shire and Hejgagsen sat side by side.

“There’s something I want to know.” Ciel rubbed his fingers together. “What the hell is a dwarf.”

“What is what,” said Heiggson.

“I said,” Shire turned to Hejgagsen, “you are the product, you are the fuel, you are the resource.”

Helgagsen remembered to hit him, but was stopped by Ciel.

“Don’t worry,” Charles said.

“You’re scolding me directly,” Heigagsen was dissatisfied, “Why do you despise me like this!”

“It’s not me,” Ciel said. “It’s something above you that uses you as a resource.”

“what is that?”

“A presence beyond all of you that turns dwarves into non-dwarves.”

“…” Higgerson frowned, “I don’t understand too many complicated things. I just think that if you look at us from the eyes of humans, we may even be wrong about mining.”

“There is no difference between an independent dwarf and a tool.”

“I can’t say any good reason. The wise and nobles must have a way to refute you and make you speechless.” Hejgagson shrugged.

“This is not a debate, but a little thought of mine. Brothers, dwarves, and tools can’t decide their own tomorrow.”

“Dwarves can decide their own tomorrow…”

“Can?”

“…” Higgerson pressed his head, “…”

He tried to say something, but seemed to be suffering from a migraine so strong that he couldn’t speak.

Ciel felt that if Hejgagson knew too much, he would soon be sunk into the lava pool.

He leaned back, his hands propped up behind his body.

Breathe, relax.

The dwarf fortresses have been operating for so many years, aren’t they good?

Why tell Heiggerson about this?

Since I clearly know this is wrong, I must say something.

“Your patriarch,” said Charles, “has a name?”

“The patriarch doesn’t have a name.” Hejgagsen said, “It doesn’t mean that there has never been… but since becoming the patriarch, there has been no name.”

“Yeah.” Ciel understood now, “You are clearly living dwarves, with your own ideas, your own pursuits and desires, loyal, friendly, kind, and brave, but you are being played with by him, He is manipulated and enslaved like a tool, and exploited like a resource. I really despise such a god. He is arrogant and cruel. I don’t think you are qualified to oppose his will. .”

Too confusing, Ciel thought to himself, the dwarves seem to live a peaceful and fair life, but in fact, their entire race lives in a cruel order forged by Dumark, and their efforts and dedication are only to satisfy Dumark. one’s own desires.

We humans do the same, we also live in some form of misery, where demons kill us, society oppresses us, and gods despise us.

All of this also needs to be corrected.

Injustice is ringing.

Hajjgson stared blankly at the torture room.

“I seem to understand,” he said.

“Understand what?”

“When I was young,” said Helgagsen, “there was a dwarf in the barracks next door, and he ran away from the dwarven fortress, and never came back. I thought it was a shame, but everyone yearned for it and said he must have come a long way. The place, I saw something amazing. I also had this idea and wanted to go far away from the fortress, so I walked through the five fortresses and found that it was a circle, from the elevator to the gray pigeon mound, no matter what you choose This kind of fork in the road will follow the established order, and finally come to the cliff cave, and then return to the fortress itself. So one day, I tried to enter those tunnels that are not marked on the map, and I wanted to try my luck to see if I could find that others had not been there. The place.”

“Secret passage?”

“Yes, on the map you don’t see those tunnels, you don’t know who made them, it’s easy to get lost in them and die, but I know they lead to mysterious places, so I start exploring and adventure. I I walked in the tunnel for about… I don’t know how many days, until I collapsed from exhaustion! When I woke up, I found that I had returned to the fortress, and the priest took me to see the statue of Dumark, and asked me to worship devoutly, I Do as I did, then… I forgot about the adventures of the days, I passed a few days in a daze, and then went back to work. I… Really don’t understand what happened, nor I don’t know who brought me back to the fortress.”

After saying this, Haigagsen was silent.

“How do you say it?” Charles asked. “Anyway, we’ve talked so much, and you probably understand more things. What are you going to do?”

“You…” Hejgsen looked at Ciel, “You have the strength to help us make changes, you can interfere!”

“I won’t,” Ciel shook his head, “obviously, Dumark is a real god, and I can’t fight him head-on. If I want to bring some changes to your fortress, Dumark will definitely interfere; and you and I can’t speak for most dwarves. Who knows if other dwarves will agree? Yes, the dwarf fortress does not respect every dwarf, squeezes the value of all dwarves, extinguishes all signs of resistance, and decides your future for you… But the fortress It also protects your life, constantly produces a lot of materials, builds a splendid civilization, and meets your work and life needs. And, most importantly, no one knows what the ‘change’ will bring, the fortress and Dumark The collapse of this does not mean that you will be eternally happy, and eternal happiness does not exist.”

“If eternal happiness doesn’t exist, what is eternal?”

This is a complicated issue, and Ciel can feel the operation of the white divinity, and the knowledge and logic he has traversed.

“Contradiction,” said Charles.

Hajjgson thought for a while.

“I can leave the fortress,” he said. “After becoming the Calamity Walker Killer, I can stay away from the Xionghu Fortress and explore deep places. I can make mushroom soup by myself, or wander around the secret tunnel. .”

“Yes,” said Shire. “We are free here in Loman.” There are few ordinances we obey.

“I should expand this organization,” said Hejgagsen, “and call upon the dwarves of the other fortresses to join in, and it will be easy.”

“That’s good.” Ciel couldn’t help but feel a little surprised, co-authoring that he really established a branch of the Hunter’s Sanctuary in the dwarf fortress.

“We should have a choice,” Hejgagson muttered, “brother, we bring you a new path, some people can choose to serve the stronghold, but some people can choose to join us, we will go Explore new worlds, cooperate sincerely, not only walk around the surrounding fortresses, but also around the world, invite all like-minded dwarves to come out of the fortress, and join us to destroy the disaster walkers!”

The Shire could imagine the picture, the dwarves will eventually come out of the mountains, out of the fate of working to death.

I used to think that the Demon Hunters were just an organization that hunted evil, but now that I think about it, we not only annihilate monsters, but also demonstrate the virtues of intelligent life in the process.

Courage unrestricted by time and space, determination to resist oppression, pursuit of liberation and free development.

Helping everyone to build a better life is more meaningful than going to the sky alone, um… Gladiu will definitely not approve, but this is my opinion, and it does not need the approval of the devil.

Charles thought to himself.

It would be great if helping them build a hunter organization could improve their lives, let more dwarves break free from the shackles designed by Dumark, and at least help them reduce the threat of demons. With professional dwarf demon hunters, a few little devils can no longer force them. Back a lot of dwarves.

During their conversation, Vazelia opened her eyes wearily.

Ciel stroked her arm and noticed that the body temperature had dropped, and the dark elf seemed to be greatly improved.

[End of This Chapter]