Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 288

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 288]

“Listen to me, what if the dwarves want war? What if a large group of dwarves, a great many dwarves, their purpose is to get out of the mountains, and their purpose is to do whatever they want, and their purpose is to fight with humans, with elves, with Dragons are fighting for land, arable land and living space for the development of agriculture. At that time, what excuse are you going to make? Do you want to forcefully represent the will of all dwarves?”

“…” It was the patriarch’s turn to be silent.

He tapped the table again with his fingers, and finally turned around, took a scroll from the bookcase, and unfolded it in front of Ciel.

The moment he saw the scroll, Ciel was a little dazed.

That’s a map.

“Can you see what this is?” The patriarch’s fingers stroked the entire map.

“The Great Rift,” Ciel muttered.

The map paints the whole picture of the Great Rift Valley.

The above outlines the relative positions of all twelve large and small dwarf fortresses in the Great Rift Valley. The fortresses are built at intervals, and the distance between them is equal. Thousands of miles.

Why is the Great Rift Valley as straight and wide as man made?

Why is every dwarven fortress hibernating underground, and distributed on both sides of the rift in a certain order?

What are those huge platforms and extra-large doors prepared for?

Ciel saw above the rift, in places he had never seen before, marked with a large number of mechanically built booms, pulleys and ropeways. If this picture fully reflected the conditions of the Great Rift, then…

This is a…

assembly line.

An assembly line dedicated to the production of industrial products, much like the factories in the tech world.

Charles could recognize it.

There is no drive belt underneath yet, but there will be.

“You don’t speak like a simple native at all. You have seen other worlds, and you should be able to see what the Great Rift Valley actually is.” The patriarch said softly.

“can.”

“They exiled me. I heard that they lost the war. One by one, everyone died without dignity. They were besieged and killed. They used to climb the sun, moon, and stars. Only their degraded, foolish offspring were left to wander the snowfields. The great kingdoms they built were forgotten, overrun by the much smaller beings they despised, the foolish, fragile, and worthless lives, But in the end won the dominance of this ecosystem, absurd, even the ancient enemies who soared in the sky would lose this honor. They exiled me, but I don’t hate them, they are my brothers and sisters, and I will take them Bring it back, one by one. Our ancient enemies will not allow it, so I wait patiently, patiently hide, and if the time scale is a thousand years, the wait will not be long.”

“I understand.” Ciel greeted the patriarch.

The patriarch put away the scroll and put it back on the bookcase.

“I will send people from other fortresses,” said the patriarch. “You will establish the organization you want. After all, this is…”

Charles turned around and approached the door.

“Goodbye,” Charles turned to say goodbye. “It’s not a polite word. I really hope we have a chance to meet again. I hope I will stand at a higher level then, as high as you. Goodbye, Dumark.”

The patriarch said nothing, and Ren Xiaer left the office.

Chapter 362 Carnival

The forging of the artifact took time, and the charr stayed in the dwarven fortress for a while.

He wanted to understand the core technology of the dwarves, but was turned away. The core area of the workshop was closed to outsiders and guarded by those iron guards whose armor was as strong as a statue.

Gunpowder, fertilizer, steel-making and glass-blowing, these technologies that enable human society to advance by leaps and bounds are carefully kept secret and will never be stolen by other races.

For things other than technology, the patriarch was very generous, letting Ciel freely use the noble room in the fortress, letting him sleep on the most exquisite bed, keeping him warm with precious wool quilts, allowing him to access the dwarves’ library, and consuming Luxury food in a warehouse.

He learned more, mainly about mathematics, geology, and architecture. He was satisfied with learning new things. He wanted his body to be strong and his brain to be smart enough to be well-rounded. .

When Helgagsen came to him, Ciel would share good things with him, and today was no exception.

“Look at this.” Charles took out a bottle of wine.

In a palm-height glass bottle, the wine was so dark that it was dark and dark, and it didn’t look delicious, not as pale as mushroom wine, and not as golden as the sun as ale.

“Evil.” Hejgagsen instinctively refused, sitting at the far end of the table, “I don’t want to try.”

“This is what I found in the deepest part of the fortress warehouse. It is stored in a locked cabinet. The quantity is very rare. Even for you, it should be the best in wine.” Ciel persuaded.

“Then why don’t you try it yourself?”

“The taste was too strong for me, much stronger than the red wine I used to drink.”

“Then let’s try.” Hejgsen took out the cup, “Have you heard that other fortresses have sent visiting groups?”

“Visiting group? The dwarves who want to join the Scourge Walker hunting team?”

“Yeah, our patriarch sent a wide range of information, and each fortress immediately sent dwarves. They traveled through the Great Rift Valley in mine carts, and it is estimated that they will arrive at any time. Ah, they must be the bravest group of dwarf warriors, and there may be Xiao Xiao. Sharp,” Heiggson said.

Ciel pulled out the cork of the wine bottle, poured the black liquid into the glass, and soon the peculiar aroma of wine spread, and the dwarf scholars around the library immediately put down their books, turned their heads, and stared at the wine.

“Ah, this is a craft beer.” Hejagesen widened his eyes, “The craft beer in the craft beer.”

“I guess it’s good wine.”

“Ordinary nobles can’t touch it. Only high-level nobles like high priests, generals, and fortress guards can drink. I’m not worthy.” Hejgsen had to push the cup in the direction of Ciel, “I know the patriarch is right. You’re fine, but I’m not qualified.”

“This is a friend’s banquet, not to consume the supplies of the fortress.” Ciel said.

“Hey, then drink a little bit.” Hejgagson took the cup and took a big sip, “Gu-ha-” He let out a long breath, his eyes wandering, “It’s great… it’s great. …that’s called wine.”

Charles took a sip too.

——!

The taste is extremely bitter, like drinking herbs, and the foam is extremely thick, and the aroma of hops is barely drinkable.

Looking at the ugly-looking Ciel, Hejgagson laughed.

“Only old alcoholics like us can drink it,” said Heiggsen. “You can’t drink craft beer, it has to be fermented several times and mixed with different hops!”

“This is a complicated thing.” Ciel knocked the cork back and gave it to Hejgsen, “Take it.”

“A small sip every day, I swear to Dumark, only a small sip,” Hyggerson muttered, taking the craft wine away.

“So you mentioned the elite among the dwarves earlier,” Ciel thought for a while, “Is there also a particularly powerful warrior among the dwarves?”

“There is a system in it,” Hejagesen gestured, “The lowest level is the recruits and the sentinels. The recruits need to see blood to grow. Before that, they will act as sentinels, shuttle back and forth in the mines, and inquire about intelligence. ; new recruits are fully trained and after fighting, they will become mine veterans, able to fight bravely in tunnels, encourage each other to fight, and the longer the beard, the more respectable; and then there is my level, sergeant Long, you can lead a team, don’t look at me like this, I’m already considered the strongest among the dwarves.”

“You are indeed very strong,” Ciel admitted. “On the ground, you can be on an equal footing with a noble knight who can master swordsmanship.”

“It would be fine if that was the case,” Hejagesen was not confident. “The patriarch will select the elites among the sergeants and form an army. They are called dwarves and they are very elite. You can see at Xiongxu Fortress. No, because the sharp people keep their ancient oath, stay away from the fortresses, and do not participate in the war between the fortresses.”

“oath……”

“The sharpness of each fortress is stationed in the Dumark Temple deep underground, dedicated to maintaining the dignity of Dumark, so that those adventurers and ambitions cannot spy on the true body of the gods. In addition, when the fortress headquarters is threatened by other races , Xiao Rui will also be dispatched! They are undefeated, the Atavistic Dragon and Dusk Selection Warriors can’t help Xiao Rui, in the long history, once the Xiao Rui are dispatched, they will not be defeated! Their warhammers and The axe is made of oregano, the mithril shield is engraved with shards of ray of light bestowed by Dumark, and wears gleaming adamantine armor that can blind the eyes of all enemies. Their precise formation will block the mine tunnel, while Hit the shield while advancing, and crush the enemies in the mine to slag!”

A group of dwarves equipped with artifacts and semi-artifacts from head to toe, the strongest and bravest among the dwarves, silently traversing the narrow mine tunnels, looking for suitable terrain to fight, and building an immortal and invincible front. Disintegrates on their mithril shields, and their weapons are capable of shattering any form of protection, so powerful indeed.

As expected of a god, he really has a secret army, and he will always give himself a trump card.

The gods are almost omnipotent, and Dumark has carefully designed a race like the dwarves. When I gain enough power, should I try to make some innovations?

Leave my trace in this world, forever…

“I’ve also seen dwarves as quiet as statues,” said Ciel.

“They’re the Stronghold Iron Guard,” said Hejgagson. “The Iron Guards are all from the Bearbeard clan, absolutely spirit! Absolutely fortitude! If they take off their helmets, you can tell their combat experience by their super long beards. As long as there is one Iron Guard alive, there is no possibility of the fortress falling, and as long as there is one Iron Guard still standing, all the dwarves in the Xiongxu Fortress will shed their last drop of blood, and they will die together with the enemy!”

“The dwarves are indeed strong.” Ciel recalled what he had said to Dumark, “Have you considered conquering the ground?”

“Hey, I’ve heard it before,” Hejgagson mused, “in the dwarven fortresses, there is a long-running fable that one day a dwarf will lead us out of the mountains, and under his leadership, let the other races Continents and seas will be divided, and the time when the dwarves will be content with the dark underground will pass away, and the dwarves will demand land where the color of the sky can be seen.”

“The dwarf must have—”

Suddenly someone opened the door outside, and several errand dwarves in different clothes came in.

“Oh!” they greeted Ciel, “the hero who has recovered the five fortresses!”

“how?”

“We have a banquet to celebrate Reconquest Day,” they said. “Please come to the banquet!”

“I knew it!” Higgerson stood on the chair, almost dancing, “I knew the fortress would definitely hold a banquet.”

“Then don’t miss it.” Ciel stood up, “The banquet of the dwarves, it will be very lively.”

When they came to the common room, they found that the dwarves were no longer busy, but began to entertain.

Colorful ribbons hung on the walls, and a barrel of wine was dragged into the center of the hall by the dwarves. They recklessly split the barrel with an axe, let the wine spray out, and then scrambled to pick up the cup, and the ground was not polluted. Don’t care, just start indulging like that.

All kinds of food were packed in baskets, and the dwarves rushed to the kitchen, reached for the bags, and ate so much that they filled their mouths.

.

“Is this a festival?” Ciel walked among them, but didn’t realize that they were paying special attention to him. Maybe they just found an excuse to indulge in the carnival.

But it doesn’t matter, Ciel doesn’t care about this kind of thing, just join in this pleasant and relaxed atmosphere.

“The banquet is about to begin!” Hejagesen was so excited that he took out the craft beer in his pocket, completely forgetting what he had said before, and began to gag and drink.

Except for the Iron Guard, who still guards important locations like statues, the other dwarves start to play.

Professional dwarf musicians were also dispatched, and several dwarves formed an orchestra, holding harps, drums and flutes, playing while walking, making brisk music.

Ciel had never seen such a carnival in a fortress. The dwarves started to drink wine in pairs, competing against each other, and the others shouted loudly. Every dwarf undoubtedly thought that he was the best drinker in the fortress. A female dwarf joined it, with huge breasts and a strong body, stepping on the table with one foot, very bold.

He barely parted his way among the dwarves running around and ate a little.

At first, he also wanted to try to integrate into the dwarf culture and compete with the dwarves for drinking, but soon he found that everything started to go haywire. Start looking for a fight, grab the collar of the other person and hold the old fist, or grab the chair and smash the other person in the head, it is not really hostile, just want to make a scene, so the common room is full of chickens. It was a mess, and Ciel could hardly find a place of peace.

It can be seen that Ciel’s recapture of the fort gave them an excellent excuse for shame, and the riotous banquet lasted for several hours, and then the disturbance gradually subsided.

Because every dwarf is drunk.

Ciel carefully stepped over the body of the dwarf who was in a state of drunkenness and coma. He looked around at Hejgagson’s position and found that he was lying in the middle of the floor, still holding the bottle of craft beer in his hand. The bottle was completely empty and his face was flushed.

He was not in a coma, but Yuan stared at the ceiling blankly.

“Are you okay?” Charles shook him. “Are you okay?”

Hejggson looked at Ciel’s face, and suddenly grabbed his collar excitedly.

“Charle–I–” he said, big, hot tears streaming down his face, “I–I forgot her face!–ah-why-why!”

He blushed and burst into tears.

Chapter 363 Proof

“Calm down, who are you talking about? Who?” Ciel shook Heigagson, trying to wake him up.

Hejergson was crying, and Ciel never thought that such a tearful expression would appear on this bearded face. His nose was red and his eyes were a little swollen. He hugged Ciel, and his tears flowed wildly.

“She – it’s her – woo woo woo -” Hyggerson cried.

“Wait a minute,” Ciel gradually got a little impression, “the dwarf you told me before…”

“Yeah—yes—” Hejgagson almost groaned.

When Haijagesen was a minor, he visited the Izumo Fortress in the northern rift valley, where he saw a beautiful female dwarf, and was deeply impressed by her, but since the dwarves only intermarry with the clan, the sea Gagson was doomed to have no chance.

Charles vaguely remembered this.

“She? She’s fine, why did you start crying,” said Charles.

“I forgot what she looked like.” Heigagson was grief-stricken. “Why–I find I can’t remember at all–I’m drunk–I’m so drunk–why would I put her face forget–”

“There are so many dwarves in our fortress, you can look elsewhere,” said Ciel.

“Impossible!–” Heigagson wept bitterly, “–only her!–I’ve only loved her a dwarf in my life–she’s the only, best-looking dwarf in the whole world, and no other Dwarves can be as beautiful as she is!”

[End of This Chapter]