Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 287

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 287]

“I’m going back to my hometown,” said Charles. “Back to Loman.”

“Yeah, back-”

The bone-chilling wind whistled, and Haijagesen shivered from the cold.

“It’s too cold here,” said Charles.

The air was freezing my blood.

“We’ve got to go down!” shouted Helgagson.

They climbed back down from the top of the sentry tower to a slightly walled interior.

Hejageson found the warehouse on the side of the sentry tower and pushed it away. It was quite silent inside, and there were no living dwarves or demons.

He took a few bottles from the shelf, opened them on the table, and filled himself and Charles.

Charles took a sip of the wine, which was stored in the cold for a long time, and the wine also had a very icy and mellow taste.

“It’s not mushroom wine,” said Charles.

“Yes, this is the malt wine we bought from the Yamauchi Empire. It tastes better than mushroom wine. It can be used as water. They can’t make good wine because they can’t distill. The utensils are inaccurate and of low quality. Hey, some humans are really like fools,” Hejgagson said.

Shire took another sip. The taste was very refreshing, the smell of hops was fragrant, and there was very little foam, which was quenching his thirst.

“Do Yamauchi people often come to trade?”

“It’s not too much. When the fog is not heavy and there are no disaster walkers raging, the caravans of the Yamanei Empire visit the Great Rift Valley once a year. During the hottest time of the year, they trade with major fortresses. Tell us buy weapons from the fortress of Izumo, buy rare gems from the fortress of Izumo, buy refined ore ingots from the fortress of gold, recruit dwarf sergeants, engineers and skilled craftsmen from the fortress of iron rock who are willing to fight for the empire, and many more, at that time the trade And exchanges were prosperous, back then… back then.”

“Things will get better.” Charles drank another glass of ale. “The demon invasion will end.”

Higgerson pondered.

“Are you sure?” he said, “I’m not a fool. Disaster walkers are invading various places. I heard that far away places have also been invaded. The order of this world has changed forever. We will always live with disaster walkers in the future. Get used to the life of fighting and fighting each other, and normalize the existence of Disaster Walkers, are you sure you can end the invasion? Brother?”

“Yes,” said Ciel, “I will end the invasion by any means, starting with my hometown, then the whole world, and wherever I go, the demons will be expelled, and this is my determination. Although this It must be hard and long, but I will definitely do it.”

“Why are you so confident?”

“If I can’t do it,” Ciel put down his glass, “Isn’t all the hard work I’ve done in vain?”

“The world is very big.” Hejagesen said with emotion, “Beyond the fortress, outside the Great Rift Valley, outside the mountains…”

He didn’t say much, just looked at the flying snow and the sky outside through the square window.

Hejgerson is right, the world is so big, and I can’t do it alone…

Thinking of this, a feeling of anxiety flashed in Ciel’s heart, he walked to the wall and sat down, leaning against the solid rock wall, and remembered the past.

Gladius has told me a million times that the demonic invasion cannot be stopped, that the world will eventually fall, and that my best way to survive is to join the demon rather than oppose it.

If I stand still, if I give in to the demons, if I allow the demons to continue their unbridled aggression, then Gladius is right…

I can not accept.

Ciel raised his head, closed his eyes, and listened to the natural sounds around him. He felt that he was in touch with life.

I’m still alive, so I can’t give up, I can’t bow my head to the demons, I’m going to keep fighting them with a thousand times more courage.

Hell must be challenged to reject nothingness and failure.

Even if I put my life on the line, I have to prove that I am right.

Opening his eyes, Charles was relieved.

Once you’ve made up your mind, all you have to do is go.

He stood up.

“Come on,” said the Ciel. “Go back to the stronghold. Sindariel is waiting for me.”

Chapter 361 Dwarf Fortress

They returned from the lift to Crow’s Watch, and the Scourge Stalker had left, but they had left something on the doorway wall.

A piece of parchment was poked into the wall with a dagger.

Charles pulled out the dagger and took out the parchment to read, on which he wrote a few lines of handwriting in fine handwriting:

“In the name of the Goddess of Twilight,

It’s not over yet!

!

!

!

– Vazelia Sartos”

Charles rolled up the parchment and put it away.

“What’s written on it?” Heiggason asked.

“Call me on a date,” Charles said.

“Dating is good, the most unfortunate thing about me is that I haven’t been in love.” Heigagesen said.

“Let’s talk about it.” Charles looked at the roads on both sides, “Which direction is Grey Dove Hill going?”

“Come here.”

After passing the corpses of the big ghosts and the little ghosts, they found that the dwarves had recovered the dove mound, and the dwarves who were transferred to the dove mound to carry out the restoration work, trying to clean up the blood and corpses, busy back and forth, patrolling to clean up, carrying materials, making noise , shouts sounded everywhere, and the working atmosphere was enthusiastic.

“Thinking of leaving everyone in the future and going to hunt the Disaster Walkers alone, hey…” Hejagesen sighed with emotion.

“I have something to confront your patriarch,” Ciel said.

“Why does this word sound a little hostile?” Haggagesen noticed the details.

“Well,” said Ciel, “it’s hostile, and I have a lot to learn from him.”

Using the giant lift at Grey Dove Hill, they returned to the Stronghold.

The news of the recovery of the five fortresses came, and the dwarves in the fortress headquarters seemed to be in high spirits. In the huge and spacious common room, the dwarves ran around, shouting at each other and passing on the news.

“Do you feel like you should live in a better place, with better quality products?” Shire asked.

“Our products are absolutely of the highest quality,” says Heigagesen.

Ciel didn’t explain much, and they came to the door of the patriarch’s office.

“I’ll do it alone,” Charles said. “I’m afraid there are some things that are more inconvenient to say.”

“Oh,” said Hygagsen, “I know, you finally have a chance to talk to the smartest people in the fort about your weird discoveries, and I’ll be waiting for you in the fort’s lounge.”

“Thank you.” Ciel greeted Hejgagsen, “You are really a very good partner.”

“Hey, what are you talking about?” Higgerson turned back.

Ciel stared at the patriarch’s office, took a deep breath, and pushed the door to enter.

There is only the patriarch alone, and always alone, always writing, calculating, analyzing, and making plans, without rest, without enjoyment, only with work.

Hearing the door opening, the patriarch raised his head and smiled at Ciel: “Please come in.”

Charles closed the door and sat on the back chair directly opposite the desk.

“So?” the patriarch asked, “Is it done?”

“It’s done,” said Ciel, “I have other things I want to apply for, and I want you to write an invitation to the other fortresses and let them send well-trained, brave, and strong-willed dwarves here. I’m going to help form a dwarf’s own Scourge Stalker hunting party.”

“Oh—” the patriarch thought thoughtfully, “then I may not be able to help you do it.”

“If there is no dwarf hunter, the next time the Scourgewalker invades, it will suffer losses again.”

“That doesn’t matter.” The patriarch said, “Is the current situation not good? In the end, all the five fortresses were recovered, and the order of the Xiongxu Fortress returned to normal. Let’s talk about it next time.”

“Yes,” Ciel said. “There is no need to pay for the infinite gold coins of the Scourge Hunter’s hunting party.”

“Actually, the artifact order you asked for is also very expensive for us. There is no difference between the two, both of you are greedy,” said the patriarch.

“Are you greedy? For a dwarf fortress, this expenditure is just a drop in the bucket,” Ciel said.

“Why do you think the Dwarf Fortress is so rich? We are not as close to the gem mines as the Izumo Fortress. We do our best to open up a space for survival underground, that’s all,” the patriarch said.

“The power of dwarves can clearly surpass all civilizations, even the gods.” Ciel said.

“What?” the patriarch was confused, “what are you talking about?”

“The dwarves have craftsmanship comparable to the technological world,” said the Ciel. “It is easy for the dwarves to get out of the mountains.”

“Is it time to help us analyze the strategy? Do you have any superb insights?” said the patriarch.

“With what you have, cannons, explosives, unparalleled execution, the unyielding will of each dwarf, sophisticated weapons and advanced equipment… Dwarves can obviously build a huge and brilliant civilization on the ground, and even directly challenge the gods The majesty that the dwarves deserve,” said Ciel.

“Oh? You’re making everything too simple,” said the patriarch.

“Is it simple? I only know that there has always been something behind the oppression and restraint of the potential of the dwarves, and their living conditions do not match their technical level at all. If this productivity is given to humans, the lives of human beings will improve thousands of times. Hundred times. If humans had the same level of technology, we would be freed from a lot of labor and drudgery, liberating labor with better and more convenient things, living standards would skyrocket, and the amount of meat, beer, and mansions could double. The dwarves, on the other hand, are still eating the corpses of mushrooms and insects, living in icy buildings made of stone, doing repetitive work day after day, and obviously have extremely advanced technology, but they seem to be living in a very backward era. Not fundamentally different from other civilizations. Tell me, why?”

“Because resources are limited.” The patriarch said, “The underground is a deformed place. Don’t apply the logic of the ground to the underground world. The underground is really poor.”

“Then go to the ground,” said Charles.

“A war will break out.”

“You have cannons, can you still lose the war?”

“The gods will interfere.”

“Even the serpent-born gods are afraid of the shelling on both sides of the Great Rift Valley. With this technology and productivity, the dwarves are qualified to rule the world.”

“Don’t try to play a radical revolutionary, and don’t tell anyone else what you said.” The patriarch’s voice became gloomy.

“I didn’t think about doing that.”

“That’s good,” the patriarch tapped his finger on the table. “You seem to be a thoughtful person. Then I will test you a question. How do you judge the quality of a society?”

“See if it’s there to benefit everyone.”

“Wrong, it is whether it can maintain stability.” The patriarch said, “Stable, stable. Maintaining stability is greater than the sky, and maintaining stability is greater than the earth.”

“…” Charles was silent.

“Yes, we are productive to develop, each dwarf can eat meat and drink, and live in a separate villa. But what is the price? The price is war. We go to the ground to grab things from humans, is it great?” Say, “Isn’t it great to snatch things with dragons and elves? Is it great to be at war with dark elves underground, with the Eternal Dragon and his servants? Conflict will expand our living space, and conflict will allow us to conquer In other civilizations, conflict will make us more prosperous, and conflict will allow us to obtain sufficient resources under the sun! But conflict can also destabilize! We have developed such exquisite and sophistication in the poor underground under the circumstance of fully maintaining stability. Impressive civilization, what are you still demanding of us?”

Under the stern gaze of the patriarch, Ciel had to give in temporarily.

But he was thinking.

There’s a loophole here, there’s a weakness in his rhetoric, there must be something unconscionable about it.

Charles thought about it a hundred times, trying to find the problem.

Slowly, he found out.

“Dwarves,” said the Ciel, “have you asked the dwarves for their opinion?”

“What? I’m one of the dwarves, why are you talking like that?”

[End of This Chapter]