"Welcome to the Master of the Demon Hunter, Miss Warlock, and Children."

The team by the bonfire expanded several times instantly, and the dwarf Alpan Zieglin, one of the leaders of the convoy, sat in the center to introduce his friends one by one.

"From left to right, there are Yanik Brass, Xavier Moran, Pauly Dalberg, and his blood brother Reagan Dalberg. The last stuttering that looks silly is Bernie. The master seems to be an old acquaintance with him?"

The dwarves were short and strong, with thick beards, wearing thick cotton-wool tops, like cube stone piers carved out of a mold, and were carrying crossbows, carrying dark battle axes or war hammers. They could easily be confused if they were not carefully looked at.

During Roy's observation, their combat attributes were far superior to ordinary people, especially their strength and physique, which were only slightly inferior to the new witch hunters.

But weapon abilities and combat experience are much stronger!

In addition to the dwarves, there were more than 30 fully armed human soldiers sitting by another bonfire, and they didn't seem to want to lean over.

"More than four years ago." Roy nodded, and a gratified smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Reagan and Bernie and I defeated an ancient deer-headed spirit in Mahakan! We drank and took a bath together, and Brother Reagan also taught me the technique of shooting crossbows!"

Roy took out a palm-sized note from his arms, and there was a line of words written on the cover - "Reagan Dalberg presented to Roy."

Reagan took it in his hand, and gently rubbed the calloused big hand, unable to help but comfort him. This decades of experience still preserves well.

"Roy, your changes are so great. I could reach your chin at that time, but now I only reach your waist. But Bernie and I have never understood why you and Master Resord before the dinner?"

"We are not used to being too lively occasions." Roy and Resor exchanged glances. It seemed that these two guys didn't know the trap set by Broval Hogg at that time, so he didn't expose it. "We quietly left the Smilk mine."

"Okay," said Bernie with regret, "After you leave, the Great Elder counts all the credits for eliminating the deer-headed spirit on me, Reagan, Trude, Dee...Diff."

"Women became... as enthusiastic as chicken blood...crazy. They treated us as big heroes."

"We don't want to be so young and have children, and tie them to a tree, so Bernie and I left Mahakan Holy Mountain and came to Codwin to join my brother Paulie," Reagan explained proudly.

His brother, Paulie, looked exactly the same as him, with a longer beard and so dark.

"Featured and ate and drank spicy food with the boss Alpanci Green, and has been around until now."

"Man, if you can't make it anymore, you might as well come to our side. If you don't say anything else, you can have enough wine!"

Reagan patted Roy on the shoulder generously.

The coral beside the witch hunter chuckled, baking hands that were wet with dewdrops on the bush, while the children looked at the dwarf with bright eyes and curiosity. This was the first time they had a conversation with the ancient race so close.

Knight Grim stroked the slashing sword on his knee, his eyes fluttered, and he began to choose the challenge object again.

"Roy... Long time no see! We will definitely... we will drink a few boxes later... we won't be drunk and don't return!"

Bernie rubbed his hands with red face.

"Ahem... where are there a few boxes of wine for you to drink now?" Pauly Dalberg suddenly hummed and interrupted his reverie, "Wine must be left to the brothers on the front line!"

Bernie immediately turned her body in a sulky way and aimed her big butt at Poly.

"After that's it, you six," Geralt thoughtfully, his eyes slowly swept across the dwarf's face, "There were six dragon hunters at the beginning, and all the members of the dwarf dragon hunting team were all."

"You've made a mistake. Bernie replaced Lucas Toko's original position," Alpan took a sip of Mahakan's liquor and handed the bottle to Bernie, who held the bottle and smiled and relieved. "Lucas returned to Mahakan's seclusion after getting married. Although Bernie's mind was a little slower, he was a honest hard-working child."

"What does dragon hunting mean?" The apprentices of the witch hunter caught a keyword and looked at Geralt with anticipation. Even the girl raised her ears. The dragon is a legendary creature.

"Haha, Geralt, although that incident ended in failure, losing to a golden dragon is not a shame. There is no need to hide it from these apprentices, right?" Yarpan slapped his beer belly, smiled and blinked at Carl, and explained generously, "Many years ago, we were hunting a pregnant female green dragon in Kangongen, and the Clinfield Predator, Yennefa of the sorcerer Wengerburg, animal protectionist mage Dorigare, and bard Dandrien..."

"At that time, the poisonous sheep trap prepared by the cobbler completely lost its combat effectiveness. Just as we were about to succeed and used a special fishing net to catch the green dragon, a friend of Geralt's traveling suddenly took action."

"From human beings to become a hill-sized golden dragon with scales as big as steel, sharp teeth and sharp claws as sharp as magic weapons, we beat our team to pieces, kill many of us, and then we took the green dragon and the cubs to grow."

Even after more than ten years, the dwarves are still in fear.

Although the battle failed and they fled, they formed a "fighting friendship" with the witch hunters.

"Golden dragon, changed into human form? I remember there was an ancient song that could be transformed into..." Aiden muttered,

"Anything," Geralt, "including humans, in short, the golden dragon Virentritanmes, the Lord Three Jackdaws, taught a good lesson to all the participants at that time."

Roy suddenly looked at Bailang with teasingly, making the other person's back numb.

Roy knew very well.

The golden dragon changed into the Three Jackdaws Bolchi and Geralt sat in the Sleeping Dragon Hotel for the whole night. When talking about the speculation department, they even invited him and his two Zerican female guards to have a bath together.

You should know that Zerekan women are not just galloping on the battlefield.

Also good at galloping elsewhere.

That night, in the crowded bathtub, the shabby demon hunter Geralt gained unprecedented enjoyment.

The next day, he was energetic and entangled with Yennefa, the old lover in the dragon hunting team.

...

The apprentices couldn't help but look longing and fantasized about the scene of a fierce battle with a green dragon and a golden dragon at that time.

But the witch hunters couldn't help but look at Roy. The dragon named Mirmonil that this guy defeated in another world seemed even more terrifying and controlled a magical power called the Dragon Roar.

"Children, young apprentice," Alpan stroked his beard and joked about the children who were addicted to the illusion and their eyes shining. "The golden dragon is the king among the dragons, and even breathing can kill a roomful of people. You are all newcomers. Don't be too ambitious. Start hunting with the water ghost first? Haha!"

The apprentices turned dark and fell into the day again when they were dominated by the smell of fish and the annoying strange screams.

"Take a sip and wake up!" Alpan casually threw the wine pot to Carl.

The wine splashed into the flames, and the fragrance of wine filled the night.

Carl took a sip, grinned at the sensation, and handed the bottle to other friends.

The witch hunter did not restrict the apprentice from drinking alcohol. After all, he had tasted the green grass decoction medicine that was 100 times more toxic.

Just don't drink too much.

"After that, Geralt, how about you and that lady?" The Reagan Dalberg brothers were a little gossiped and winked at Geralt, "Have your relationship been fixed?"

The white wolf's face froze, and he was worried that Yennefa, who was accompanying Skelliger and Erenie, was worried that the man named Kratz would start to make any wrong ideas again, but he nodded, "Well... it's soon, much better than before."

"Then congratulations in advance. Don't forget to invite us to have a wedding banquet on the day of service." Yarpan laughed exaggeratedly and joked.

"Man, Jinlong, Yennefa's matter has ended here. Should I introduce my friends there?" Geralt looked at the man who was standing by the carriage hesitantly without sitting with the dwarf, changing the subject.

"The real manager of our team, Commissioner Wilfrid Wink," the dwarf raised his voice and said seriously, "for Codwin's lord and King Hensette of Ad Carle City."

Commissioner Wink was taller than Resor, almost twice as many as a dwarf. He was dressed in a simple and simple outfit like a horse riding messenger. Facing the bright eyes of the unexpected visitors, his face nodded stiffly.

Obviously he didn't like this group of visitors very much, but he couldn't resist the large number of them.

Roy raised his eyebrows, but not against Wink.

Somewhere in the dwarf's words, he dare not agree.

Hensett is not a benevolent lord.

He has a bad temper and a bad attitude towards non-humans.

Moreover, in the Second Northern War, the king actually reached an agreement with Niphud, the enemy of the entire north, and cooperated with his ally, and embezzled the northern part of the Kingdom of Aden. His short-sightedness and shamelessness were outrageous.

In addition, Roy knew very well that the current action of the loyal team led by Yarpan was also a ulterior motive design of Henset.

...

"So, are you escorting the goods at the order of the king?" Lambert blurted out, looking at the carriage full of it,

"That's right, but they are all ordinary goods, salted fish..." Yarpan said indifferently, "feed, tools, horse harnesses, all kinds of fragmented military supplies."

"You must know..." Alpan sighed, "The Squirrel Party is making a big fuss. The soldiers from all over the country are short of food and clothing, waiting for material assistance. As a member of the Kingdom of Codwin, we naturally need to make some efforts."

Dwarves from the ancient races, working for Codwin, against the squirrel party composed of the ancient races?

Is this considered a traitor of race?

At this moment, the witch hunters fell into silence and their eyes turned.

"Guys, friends, don't make such expressions. I know that in addition to elves, there are also dwarf compatriots in the Squirrel Party. In order to pursue freedom and resist discrimination, they hid in the bushes and suddenly jumped out and penetrated the heart with an arrow." A resentful look appeared on Yarpan's face and shook his head and smiled, "But there are also differences between dwarves and dwarves."

"It took us more than a hundred years to reconcile with our human neighbors. Many of my tribesmen have established blacksmith shops, wine shops, the great Zion Vanile Bank, Vivaldi Bank... to prosper."

"This has proved that there is peace between different races. The five brothers and I left Mahakan and came to Codwin to play for King Hensette, and to strengthen this connection."

When Roy heard this, he couldn't help but think of another dwarf, Dennis Kramer, who was serving the Grand Duke of Heard of the Principal of Elland.

There was a clear idea in my mind.

Blovar Hogg, the ruler of Mahakan, belongs to the neutral

The six Yarpan and Dennis Kramer are all close to the Northern Human Sect.

The dwarves of the Squirrel Party belong to the other extreme and hate the Northern Human Sect.

"But the forest bandits amplify hatred without restrictions and slaughter all human beings mercilessly, regardless of whether they have discriminated against them, whether they are kind or vicious. This..." Yarpan shook his head, took a sip of strong wine in depression, and shouted, "Their atrocities will destroy the great situation that has been difficult to establish."

"I do not allow the efforts of the past hundred years to be in vain, and I will return to the situation where ancient races and humans are incompatible! So we stand up and prove that there is still a rational non-human race!"

Commissioner Wink's somber face appeared on his gloomy face and nodded slightly.

Roy sighed in his heart that as the squirrel party murdered and set fire in the northern border, the discrimination against inhuman/ancient races by the Northern Kingdom will also deepen sharply.

When talking about this sensitive topic, there was a brief silence by the bonfire.

Only the grunts of dwarves swallowing alcohol, burps, farts, and the crackling sound of the night wind blowing through the bonfire.

"Okay, I've finished my opinion. Master Demon Hunter, where are you going for this long journey?" Yarpan asked, "You must know that in the past two years, your reputation has spread throughout the northern border."

"The Squirrel Party hates you to the core, and humans have greatly improved their views on you."
To be continued...