It's dawn the next day.
Zoltan and others packed their things and prepared to leave Mount Mahakam.
"Demon hunter," Zoltan raised his right hand and pointed at the majestic mountains in front of him, "Go up the mountain in the direction I pointed. In about half a day, you can see our dwarves guarding the mountain on the mountainside."
"Thank you." Arwen said.
"Hey, what are you talking about? You drank with us and hit Gwent, you are our brother!"
"That's right!"
Munro and others also nodded.
"We are destined to meet again, take care."
"Take care."
After Arwen, Zoltan and others parted ways, they went up the mountain alone.
As the altitude continues to rise, the surrounding environment gradually becomes worse.
Raven hovers high in the sky, investigating its surroundings.
The line of sight was gradually filled with snow, and the coniferous pines that could still be seen were soon replaced by bare black rocks.
"Hoo ho ho!"
The strong wind was raging, passing through the mountains, erupting into a sharp roar, and the rolled up ice shards pierced Arwen's face like a steel knife.
Under such circumstances, he had to use Quen Sign for protection.
Even though the time has arrived at the Spring Equinox, Blizzard is still a frequent visitor on Mount Mahakam.
Raven also fell into the arms of Arwen. It was completely impossible to fly in such bad weather.
No wonder, no wonder the dwarves dared to make such nonsense, saying that they were not afraid of Northern Kingdoms's army, even the later Nilfgaard.
With such a natural chasm, the dwarf's castle is impregnable.
About noon.
Arwen braved the wind and snow and arrived at the halfway point mentioned by Zoltan.
A huge stone bridge appeared in the field of vision, spanning the mountain road.
The stone bridge is entirely made of mountain rocks, which is hard and majestic.
A statue symbolizing the face of a dwarf is carved on the stone bridge. It is so lifelike that even every beard can be clearly seen.
It can be seen from this that the craftsmanship of the dwarves is well-deserved.
On both sides of the stone bridge, there are statues of warriors erected on each side, adding a bit of a solemn atmosphere.
"Who! Who's there!"
A loud shout came from the wind and snow.
Two short figures suddenly appeared on the stone bridge. They were wearing thick cotton clothes with leather armor showing through. They were holding sophisticated military crossbows in their hands, and the crossbow arrows were aimed at the position of Arwen.
Under the stone bridge, heavy footsteps also sounded.
Four figures were approaching quickly with their calves in step.
Their clothes were the same as the dwarves on the bridge, but they were holding two-handed axes and war hammers, and the sharp points emitted a cold light.
The leader of the dwarves raised his head slightly, looked at Arwen's position, and struck the ground with the hammer in his hand, stirring up a circle of snow.
"Stop, if you take another step forward, our crossbows will not be polite!"
"Visitors coming from afar, please state your name!"
The dwarf asked.
Arwen dusted off the snow on his body and took off the wizard's hood with both hands, revealing the cat eyes.
"The Witcher."
"As you can see, I mean no harm."
The leading dwarf frowned. He had black hair and a black beard that was knotted into a knot and hung down to his belly button.
"Witcher, it's so rare. Why are you here Mount Mahakam?"
"I remember, we didn't invite you to come to the mountain to deal with monsters."
Arwen bowed slightly, "I'm here to trade. The entire continent knows that Mount Mahakam's dwarf furnace can forge the best weapons in the entire continent."
Seeing that Arwen spoke so politely, the dwarf was no longer reserved and had a smile on his face.
"Haha, look what the guests say. They are guests who have come from afar. I swear by the fire that I will never let my guests be neglected. Come in quickly. It's really cold here."
"Garin, this is against the rules! Mahakam Mountains does not welcome humans, nor does it welcome monsters----"
Before he could say the word "birth", an extremely sharp aura locked on him.
The dwarf trembled, feeling as if he had been bitten by a poisonous snake, and a chill reached the sky from the soles of his feet to the Tianling Cap.
"No----witchers are not welcome----"
His voice seemed a little trembling.
Dwarf Garin spat, straightened his back, and waved the hammer in his hand several times, "Shut your stinky mouth, Gome Ziglin, I'm warning you, it's not your turn to make the decision here, I am the commander here."
Gome had a sinister face, and his beard was trembling with anger, "You will regret it, I swear, I will tell the great elder Brouver about this!"
Garin waved his hand as if to ward off mosquitoes, "Then go the hell as quickly as you can!"
After that, he raised his middle finger and said, "Go and kiss the great elder's ass with your foul mouth. Anyway, you Ziglin can't do anything except snitching."
"You!" Gome was so angry that his face turned livid, and he was speechless for a moment, unable to speak.
Fortunately, the dwarf guard next to him smoothed things over and pulled Gome aside.
Garin came to Arwen and said, "Ha, I've made you laugh, please come with me."
Arwen followed Garin and walked across the stone bridge. Not far behind the stone bridge, several open stone houses were built against the mountain, which can be used for rest.
Garin walked into the nearest place first. A bonfire was lit inside the house, and broth was squatting on it.
"Guest, don't be polite to me. Sit down quickly and don't let this excellent goat meat soup get cold."
Arwen looked around the circle, and his mental perception was triggered. There were about fifty fully armed dwarves guarding the entire stone bridge.
With the superior fighting ability of the dwarves, it is more than enough to guard this narrow mountain road, and even one man can hold the barrier, and no one can break it.
But it poses no threat to him.
Arwen Put Raven down and let it warm itself over the fire.
When Garin saw this little guy, he was also surprised and said, "Tsk, tsk, this is Raven? These feathers are really beautiful."
"I want to keep a parrot, but it's a pity that the weather is so bad that I can't even see a sparrow."
Arwen was not polite and sat down by the campfire, "Mr. Garin, what happened just now?"
Garin sat opposite him, took a spoon, took a big sip of mutton soup, and immediately shook his body.
"Hot! Hot! Hot!"
After licking his tongue, he gasped a few times and then said, "He, he is Gome·Ziglin, Ziglin Clan. He can't deal with me Fox Clan."
"Speaking of this, I am angry. We finally persuaded the great elder to allow some business travelers to go up the mountain to trade. After all, we dwarves also need the rare materials you people bring."
"But these bastards Ziglin are jealous that we took this job and slandered us for enriching our own pockets. Bah! What bastards!"
"Oh," Garin handed the spoon to Arwen, "I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Garin·Fox."
Arwen took the spoon smoothly without dissing the other person. He took a mouthful of mutton soup and drank it. His whole body immediately felt a lot warmer.
Clan, he knew that the dwarves still used this ancient system. Although they were harmonious on the surface and suppressed by the great elders, there were many secret conflicts.
"Hey, it's a pity that there is no strong liquor. There is nothing we can do. The Great Elder has explicitly forbidden it. You cannot drink alcohol while guarding the stone bridge."
Garin had a look of distress on his face, "How about a sip of fine wine, a sip of mutton soup, and then a sip of mutton? Tsk tsk, I feel beautiful just thinking about it."
Garin seemed to be a warm-hearted chatterbox, and he talked a lot on his own regardless of whether Arwen answered or not.
"You said you came here to make weapons? Damn it, people came to the mountain to buy weapons a few days ago. Why, you humans are going to fight again?"
Arwen put down the spoon and handed it back to Garin.
"Is there anyone else? As far as I know, the situation in Northern Kingdoms is relatively peaceful now.
Garin said oh, and took a sip of the mutton soup with a spoon, "That's good, one of my brothers is loyal to Temeria and serves as a soldier. If there is a war, I don't want to hear bad news about him."
Although he did not say who went up the mountain to buy weapons, Arwen had already guessed it.
It's Zerika them.
"I want to make a silver sword, and I need to meet your great elder."
"Oh, guest, you are really quick to talk. I know that the silver sword is very important to you demon hunters. It is equivalent to a second life. There is no problem."
"But if you want to see the Great Elder, you have to stay at the foot of the mountain for a few days and wait until I send someone up the mountain to report."
Arwen raised his eyebrows.
Garin laughed, "Don't be offended, it's a rule, and there's nothing I can do about it."
"Unless you are like the last guest, you have [Lead Ring]."
"[Lead Ring]?"
"Yes, it was sent by the great elder to represent the friendship of the dwarves. As long as you take this out, you will be the honored guest of our dwarves."
Now that this is said, Arwen no longer insists.
It is refreshing to go directly up the mountain, but after all, you are asking others to do things yourself, so you should follow other people's rules first.
What's more, the other party didn't really neglect me.
Mount Mahakam is located in the northern continent, the terrain is steep, the nights are long and the days are short, and the sky soon becomes dark.
But Blizzard on the mountain has no intention of stopping for a moment.
Garin did not let Arwen stay in the house next to the stone bridge, but instead invited Arwen to a dwarf gathering place not far away.
The residence of the Fox Clan, Black Creek Valley.
"Guest, this is my home. If you don't mind, you can stay here for one night. The room is the second one on your left."
"Tonight's Blizzard is really too big. I have to be on duty outside and eat in the kitchen. You can see for yourself. There is only one thing. You are not allowed to drink my honey wine secretly."
Arwen nodded and smiled, "This is my honor."
Garin walked out of the room with a smile on his face.
Arwen looked around and saw that the style of the house was similar to the stone house next to the stone bridge, very simple.
Instead of going to the kitchen, I went directly into the room Garin mentioned.
After this Liantian contact with dwarves, I have to say that it is definitely a good thing to be friends with a dwarf.
Kneel down on the bed, close your eyes and meditate.
At midnight.
"Woo!!!"
Suddenly, an extremely shrill trumpet sounded over the wind.
"Dang Dang Dang!"
Immediately afterwards, the gong was sounded continuously.
The sound of rapid footsteps could be heard on the street outside the house, as well as the strange screams of dwarves.
Arwen suddenly opened his eyes, and his mental power and [Blood Intuition] suddenly unfolded.
Something happened.
Get up and walk out of the stone house.
As soon as I pushed open the oak door, Garin faced the wind and snow.
"Oops! Oops!"
"Guest, stay in the house, lock the door, and don't come out of the well!"
Garin roared angrily and picked up the weapon Zhashi's two-handed axe.
"These sons of bitches, I'm going to split them in half tonight!"
Arwen stretched out his hand to stop Garin, "What happened?"
Garin said, "It's a monster. The monster drilled out of the well Davor Bottomless Pit! Those damn beasts have been begging for a long time this winter. They must be starving, and they have actually formed a tide of monsters!"
Arwen cat eyes spread in the dark night.
My nose twitched and I smelled an extremely pungent smell, thick and rotten.
During perception, densely packed crawling figures appeared below Black Creek Valley.
Ghoul.
Among the Ghoul group, there was also Nekker, making a terrifying roar.
"Raise your shield! Hold it, I will hold it!"
The dwarf elder of the Fox tribe roared in the wind.
With a round shield in one hand and a one-handed ax in the other, Qiu got in front of the wooden horse and fought with Ghoul.
Led by the elders who took the lead, the dwarves of the Fox clan were full of fighting spirit, regardless of gender.
Some people even put on a cotton coat instead of heavy armor and used Wu Lijiu's son to kill the enemy.
Arwen Seeing this, he moved towards the front line like a ghost.
Garin felt a black shadow appear in front of his eyes, and then disappeared in the wind.
Jian slapped his head, "Damn it, all the gods are so kind to me, I even forgot that Jian is a demon hunter."
"I have to continue blowing the horn and let the people of the Shan family know."
Arwen came to the wooden horse, Ghoul knocked the horse away and threw a dwarf into it.
The sharp claws cut through the dwarf's running mouth, and screams were heard.
Arwen punched out, and the powerful punch made Feng Wu fall backwards.
Ghoul's head was blown open, and purple-red blood spattered all over the floor.
The rescued dwarf was in shock and shouted loudly, "Good Samaritan, this really scares me to death."
, Arwen nodded, turned around and killed Ghoul who was flying in the air.
With Jian's aggravation, the situation has eased a lot.
But the number of monsters is really too much, more than the Ghoul you got in the mine.
A scream that pierced people's eardrums came from the sky.
A huge shadow fell down, and snow filled the sky.
Zhou Jing's dwarf was blown to the ground by the strong wind pressure, making a painful sound.
The monster's long and narrow head looked around, its pair of amber vertical pupils were ferocious and bloodthirsty, and its sharp, curved beak-like snout kept opening and closing, leaving behind thirsty saliva.
The wide wing membrane is open and covered with interlaced Qi-colored blood vessel patterns, which scares the enemy with its well.
It has a slender figure, its whole body covered with blue-gray scales, and a row of sharp jagged bone spurs protruding from its back.
The most frightening thing is its iconic bifurcated tail. The two sides of the tail are like sharp ax blades. As the body swings, it cuts through the air and makes a sharp sound.
But Shi was hit by the scissor tail, and even with heavy armor to protect him, his internal organs were shattered by the impact.
Fox The elders of the Kui tribe shuddered when they saw it, but they quickly gave the order!
"It's Forktail!"
"Everyone spread out! Tie it up with a barbed rope and make sure it doesn't fly up the well again! Spearman Jiushi will prick this stinking lizard into a hedgehog!"