"The description in "The Story of No City" is quite good. Fifteen witch hunters, wielding swords as bright as moonlight, spitting flames, now..." The dwarves' eyes flew past the team, with more than twenty pairs of vertical pupils,

"Tsk tsk, the number is almost doubled, and this development speed is faster than that of elves and dwarves giving birth to children!"

"Cough, cough... Lord Yarpan, this metaphor is not very appropriate," Weissemil smiled. "Our number is less than one thousandth of the non-human race. No matter how it develops, it will not affect the overall situation."

"But you are very skilled in martial arts." Reagan exclaimed, "Anyway, where are you going with such a large group of people?"

"South, Alland, let the flowers in the greenhouse undergo some tempering and see the customs and customs of different countries." Roy threw charcoal at the bonfire casually and explained, "There is no fork in front of the Lekshilla River in the next ten days, so why don't we go together? As you said, the squirrel party is raging and the road is not peaceful. Let's take care of each other."

According to Roy's memory, in this operation, the dwarves such as Yarpan will encounter great danger and sacrifice.

Since there are both Geralt's old acquaintances, Bernie and Reagan, he cannot sit idly by and must take care of them!

From the bottom of his heart, he liked these ungrateful, greedy, alcoholic, but loyal dwarfs.

His silver-gray pupils, calm face, and gentle tone all have a touching charm.

Yarpan almost nodded directly.

"Sorry," he glanced at Commissioner Wink next to him, "I don't have the final say. If the convoy cannot arrive on time, the quartet officer will be responsible."

"Have you seen these children's strong little bodies? They have been trained by us! After half a month of travel, there has never been any accidents! I promise that their footwork is not inferior to healthy adults, and will never delay your progress." Seret immediately understood what Roy meant and whispered, "What's more, as we all know, we have long turned against the Squirrel Party. We will not assassinate you."

"Ahem," Geralt's eyes slowly swept over several dwarves, "Walk with you all the way. If you have time, you can also give some advice to these children and teach them some adventure experience."

Suddenly, Vicky, Renee, Oreo, Conrad, a group of children hugged their hands in front of their chests and cast admiring and begging eyes at the group of dwarves.

"hiss-"

The six dwarves who are so good at teaching seemed to have drunk a glass of peerless wine, with a slightly drunk expression, and their chins were almost raised to the sky, and their mouths were bent like cramps.

Yarpan took a deep breath as he stroked his long beard on his chest and exchanged glances with the five brothers beside him, "Oh, we are just soft-hearted and can't stand the eyes of women and children."

"I will discuss with Your Excellency Wink later."

"So everyone, it's getting late, how about going to rest early today? Bernie, who are you staring at me so wide? Want to reminisce about Roy? No! You must keep your energy tonight, and I'll talk about it tomorrow!"

Roy looked at the sky, and the Dragon's zodiac was clearly visible, and the Milky Way outlined a brilliant ribbon in the night sky.

...

The night is dark.

Horse and ox carts surround a bonfire in a huge circle.

A cloth divides the space into two halves.

The girls and the sorcerer live in the tent on the left, while the boys sleep on the right.

As for the witch hunters who thoughtfully sprinkled a circle of feces that drove away wild animals, they scattered outside the caravan, in different corners, on trees, on large stones, haystacks and branches.

The vertical pupils sometimes close, and sometimes cast a faint light towards the protected caravan.

"Why do you have to go on the road with them?" asked Bai Lang, who was lying on the branch mat, covered with a cloak, and wrapped his hands across the back of his head.

"If you knew your friend was about to be in danger..." Roy asked back, staring at the twinkling stars in the sky, and another bonfire, and Bernie, a dwarf who was on guard and guarding with a human soldier. "Will you help them?"

"You mean Yarpan and the others..." Geralt looked stern.

"This escort trip is unusual, and in short, everyone has to pay attention to safety."

"Go to bed early, man."

After saying that, Roy sat cross-legged.

The mind sinks into the world of meditation.

Try to comprehend the abilities of the fire monster summoned by Wigofortz again.
Chapter completed!