Davor Bottomless Pit deep.
Brouver The great elder held the Mahakam war hammer in his hand, and his heart almost jumped into his throat.
Deep in the passage, frightening sounds could be heard from time to time.
Cold sweat broke out on the faces of the surrounding dwarves, especially the dwarves guarding Shaelmaar. They were horrified to find that all the Shaelmaar huddled in the rocks came out and fled toward the ground, as if they had sensed some extremely terrifying creature.
One of the dwarf guards rolled his Adam's apple, and he felt more and more uneasy, especially the monster's roar, which was rapid and long, like thousands of silver needles piercing his body, making his soul tremble.
Even the dragon's roar didn't make him so uneasy.
"Great Elder----what kind of monster made this sound?"
"Shut up."
Brouver is ready.
Soon, the sounds in the passage gradually disappeared and fell into a deathly silence.
No one dared to breathe.
I don't know how long it took, it seemed very short, but also seemed very long.
A gentle sound of footsteps came from far away, echoing in the passage.
The dwarves all tensed their hearts and raised their shields in front of them.
In the shadows, a figure slowly walked out. It was still the familiar hood, but the cat's eyes emerging under the brim were no longer pitch black, but a breathtaking sulfur color.
"It's me."
Hearing this voice, the great elder Brouver breathed a long sigh of relief, and his tense heartstrings relaxed.
"Witcher, you are still alive."
Arwen walked forward with a calm tone.
"The matter is settled, we can leave here."
Brouver widened his eyes, "Is the matter resolved? Then you killed this monster that looks like a giant centipede?"
Arwen did not answer his question directly, but Brouver could tell from the former's expression.
"Oh, praise Blóémenmagd, this is so good!"
Blóémenmagd is the name given by the dwarves to the goddess Melitele.
Arwen continued, "It's not completely solved, you can see the situation inside, it's just an insect egg."
Brouver had an exaggerated expression, "You mean, if you hit the young ones, there will be old ones? Damn it! We just want to dig a mine!"
"When I get back, I will issue a new law immediately to block this plagued mine!"
After seeing a monster like Raffard's Vengeance that destroyed the world, Brouver had no choice but to slit his wrists for the safety of the dwarves.
Although the dwarves on the side did not understand the situation, they were even more shocked and curious after seeing the great elder making this decision.
Arwen raised his hand, "It doesn't have to be like this. If we only mine on the periphery, there shouldn't be any major problems."
Brouver raised his eyes, "Is this true? Will those naturally occurring ores appear again?"
Arwen glanced at him. The latter shuddered, but he quickly puffed up his chest.
He believed that Arwen had already discovered the magic of this mine.
These magical ores have obviously been mined, but they pop out of the ground one by one like mushrooms.
Arwen said, "As you said, this was once the place where the star Starfall landed, and Raffard's Vengeance was just a latecomer."
"I have not changed the layout of this mine. As long as you don't go deep into the hinterland, it should be the same as usual."
Brouver had a look of ecstasy on his face, his beard was trembling, and he gave Arwen a hug.
"Witcher, I am so happy. Thank you for your efforts. From now on, you will be our Mount Mahakam's great benefactor."
"If you have any needs, we will do it."
Arwen Smile, if there is a favorability prompt for the force on the system panel.
Mahakam Mountains's dwarf clan has undoubtedly reached its full value.
Davor Bottomless Pit is definitely a treasure in the hands of the dwarves, and it is related to the lifeblood of whether the race can continue to prosper.
Brouver shouted, "Everyone, pack up your equipment! Get in line! Let's get out of the mine now! No one should say a word about what happened here, or I will punish him by cleaning toilets for a hundred years!"
"Also, when I go back, I will hold a banquet and drink meat and wine. For health and for the sake of the witchers!"
The accompanying dwarves were still mumbling after hearing the previous sentence, but when they heard about the banquet and the fact that they could still drink Mahakam mead, their eyes showed anticipation.
"Come on, witcher, let's go back."
When everyone walked out of Davor Bottomless Pit, the biting cold air suddenly poured into their lungs, making people feel refreshed.
Brouver once again reorganized the formation, counted the number of people, and confirmed that no dwarves were left in the cave, then headed towards the dwarves' base camp.
Looking around, there are towering peaks reaching into the clouds.
Mount Carbon is the highest mountain in Mount Mahakam and is also the political and economic center of the dwarves.
Arwen came here for the first time, and his eyes were filled with shock.
The craftsmanship of the dwarves is definitely among the best among all races. The giant stone bridge spanning two mountain peaks in front of them is simply ingenious.
Walking on the stone bridge, the sea of clouds is rolling under your feet, as if you are stepping on the clouds.
And on the towering Mount Carbon in front of you, there are rows of orderly caves.
With the monsoon at their backs, the dwarves built houses one after another in the cave. It is definitely a wonder in the world, spectacular and magnificent.
Brouver stroked his beard and said, "Hey, this is our Mount Carbon. How do you feel about it, Witcher?"
Arwen took a deep breath, and there was no hidden praise in the cat's eyes, "Not bad."
He has seen the royal palace of Kaedwen. As one of the great northern countries, the palace of Kaedwen is definitely prosperous and splendid.
He has also seen Morgraig from Order of Witchers, killing it solemnly.
And the softness and sanctity of Temple of Melitele.
But against the wildness of craftsmanship and nature, those buildings looked like house cats.
Suddenly, a red shadow flew over the top of Mount Carbon.
"Boom!"
The deafening explosion resounded throughout the surroundings.
Under this violent sound, the snow covering the mountain quickly tilted towards the foot of the mountain.
The strong wind swept over, carrying the snow all over the sky, rushing away from under the stone bridge.
The field of vision became completely white.
The dwarf guards put up their shields. Although the avalanche did not hit the stone bridge, the flying snow still covered them with a layer of white "cotton clothes".
"What's going on?" Brouver was shocked and angry. He spat out the snow in his mouth and asked loudly, "According to the time regulations, the snow clearing should be done in a week!"
Snow clearing is a regular activity for Mount Carbon.
According to the calendar set by the elves, the horn is blown regularly on the top of the mountain to form an avalanche.
Before doing this, the dwarves would first check whether there are any pedestrians on the path up the mountain, and then blow the horns to avoid hurting passers-by.
After all, if there is too much snow on the mountain, it will not only affect the normal life of the dwarves, but also destroy the houses due to the weight.
So snow clearing is inevitable, quick and efficient.
Arwen patted Brouver on the shoulder.
"It's not a horn sound, something happened to Mount Carbon."
Brouver had already taken out the telescope from his pocket.
In the lens, dazzling firelight burned in the town, devouring everything.
He frowned and clenched his fists.
"What kind of trick is this?"
"Roar!"
A loud and powerful voice resounded through the sea of clouds, seeming to make everyone's hearts tremble.
Arwen's cat eyes stared at the monsters hovering in the sky.
Everyone quickened their pace and rushed towards the town.
Soon, several dwarf guards wearing iron armor appeared at the end of the stone bridge. However, the armor on their bodies was blackened by the high temperature, their heads were gray, and their beards were burned away.
After they saw that the group of dwarves was led by the great elder, they ran over rolling and crawling.
Their voices were shrill and trembling.
"The sky is falling! Great Elder! It's on fire! Keltullis That stupid lizard is going crazy!"
Arwen did not ask who Keltullis was, but just raised his head.
The creatures that appear from time to time in the sky are much more beautiful than Davor Bottomless Pit.
The red scales exude a magnificent color under the refraction of the sun.
The wings are surging with air waves, and the speed is agile.
The ferocious head opened its mouth, and flames spewed out of its throat. The extremely high temperature was enough to melt the rock into viscous magma.
There is only one creature in this world that can do this - the dragon.
Arwen The cat eyes flashed with excitement.
In Kyle·Mohan's Monster Bestiary class, Vesemir once introduced the dragon.
At that time, the old-fashioned old demon hunter even made fun of them.
When encountering a real dragon, the best strategy is to pray to all the gods and pray that it will spare you.
But if you are an atheist, just turn around and run away, and you might be able to live a few more heartbeats.
If you want to fight the dragon, you must be careful of its flames.
That deadly dragon flame can burn your body to ashes in an instant.
Oh, and it can also fly and move flexibly.
Therefore, if we demon hunters want to deal with it, it is best to climb to the heights of the building, surprise the passing reptile, and use the wall as a defense.
Also be careful of its giant snout and claws. I can guarantee that if you are hugged and kissed by it, you will definitely die immediately.
It sounds very dangerous, but that's only for witchers other than him.
The red dragon in front of me might be difficult for even Davor Bottomless Pit's young Raffard's Vengeance to deal with.
Red dragon is a classification of giant dragons according to their color.
There are four types in total.
Green dragons are the most common type of giant dragon. Their color is not pure green, but also gray, just like dragon lizards. They are mainly distributed in arid or rocky areas.
They are the smallest dragons, about the same size as a horse, and therefore the least dangerous.
Some scholars even want to kick the green dragon out of the racial classification of giant dragons. After all, the giant dragon has the word "giant" in front of it, and it is as big as a horse. How can it be called a giant dragon?
Then came the red dragon.
This is the one in front of me. They usually live in caves. The dragon flames are the most terrifying and can melt metal.
It is much larger than the green dragon, with an average length of fifteen meters, and the larger ones can even exceed thirty meters.
The last ones are the black dragon and the white dragon.
The former has the hardest scales and is invulnerable. It mainly lives in swamps and wetlands, soaks in mud all day long, and can spew strong acid that corrodes armor.
White dragons are the rarest, and only a few people claim to have seen them with the naked eye.
It is said to live in the far north, but there are no credible reports.
Only these four kinds of dragons are written on Monster Bestiary.
Arwen knows very well that there is a fifth kind of legend that is often told by bards.
Golden dragon.
In the near future, Geralt will meet a man named Three Jackdaws.
This man's true identity is a golden dragon, and his name is Villentretenmerth.
"Nonsense, extremely ridiculous! I remember we just paid tribute of food and gold to this smelly lizard! It wants to tear up the contract!
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", the dwarf who was brushed by the dragon flames and survived said in a panic: "I, I don't know, Great Elder! Not long after the Ferenc Clan sent the tribute, this monster came out and set fire everywhere! There were heavy casualties!"
Brouver's angry eyes were about to spit out fire, and he called on the guards to run towards the red dragon's position.
"Keltullis You bastard! I'm going to teach it a lesson and chop off its tail for barbecue!"
Arwen groped his chin, grabbed a dwarf, and asked in a low voice, "What's going on with this tribute?"
The dwarf's face was full of panic, and he said truthfully, "This stinky lizard's nest is built in the mountains, near the Ferenc Clan. We often conflict with it, but sixty years ago, we got tired of this battle and chose to pay tribute to it so that it would no longer infest us!"
Arwen pointed to the location where the smoke was billowing, "Which clan lives there?"
"Ferenc! That's Ferenc Clan!"
Arwen showed an intriguing light in his eyes, let go of the dwarf's hand, followed him, and quickly moved towards the red dragon's position.
Black smoke swirled and flames engulfed the entire Ferenc Clan territory.
Large areas of scaffolding and large storage warehouses built against the mountain were completely engulfed in flames, turning into a sea of flames swirling across the sky.
The neat dwarf stone houses on both sides of the street were severely cracked under the extreme heat. Sparks flew around like swarms of bees, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of asphalt and roasted meat.
Wails and screams could be heard everywhere, and some people were burned beyond recognition and rolling all over the ground.
Some were suffocated to death by the heat wave in stone houses, desperate and helpless.
The red dragon hovered in the air, its body swaying, and hot blood fell down from the gaps in its scales.
The ferocious beast's pupils reflected the sea of fire, but even so, it could not hide its anger.
Dragons are extremely intelligent creatures. They briefly ruled this continent before humans landed.
With such serious injuries on its body, according to common sense, it should have flown away long ago, but it is still venting its dragon flames.
"The sage has said: Anyone who offends all living beings with his unclean body will be burned by ten thousand fires."
"In the name of Lebioda Holy Envoy, you evil beast! Today is the day you die!"
Amidst the black smoke and sparks that filled the sky, there was an extremely high roar.
A knight wearing a full set of plate armor, holding a spear in his right hand and a shield in his left hand, rushed towards the red dragon's position and charged 0
Arwen came to the periphery, noticed him, and a brief surprise flashed in his eyes.
He knows this human knight, Eyck of Denesle.
Not long ago, he saved Royal Griffin's life.
I didn't expect to appear here.
He glanced not far away and saw several old acquaintances.
Things are getting interesting.