"Roar!"
The roar of the dragon came from the sky, and the red giant brought a hurricane and fell to the ground.
The remaining monsters in the crater were terrified.
Their senses are dozens or even a hundred times sharper than humans, and they can clearly feel the bloody smell left on them.
That's Rock Dragon's.
After learning of Rock Dragon's death, the monsters fled in all directions and no longer dared to covet the things in the crater.
As for the brainless monsters, they were quickly swept away by the dwarf guards.
Half an hour later, all the dwarves raised their arms and shouted, and their enthusiastic voices echoed in the volcano and sea of clouds.
Ida·Ai Min came to Arwen's side, and the air around him became much fresher.
She clearly felt that the witcher was in a very good mood.
"It seems that the demon hunter has gained something again?"
Arwen looked at her, her expression was calm, and her fiery red hair tied behind her head was like a delicate rose on the battlefield.
"Have you guessed all this?"
Ida Aimin smiled and pointed at her eyes.
"The eyes of an elf are not inferior to the cat's eyes of a demon hunter. The movement you made just now was really loud. Your opponent must be a giant as well."
Even during the battle, she was always paying attention to Arwen's movements, feeling extremely horrified.
Within her field of vision, she could only see Arwen falling from the sky. The area collapsed instantly and the forest overturned. It was extremely spectacular.
To achieve this effect, using magic requires lengthy spells, and the caster must be a high-level magician or wizard.
And Arwen did it easily.
The opponent's strength becomes more and more terrifying.
Arwen shrugged, considering the relationship between the two, they did not choose to hide each other.
"That's right, it's a Rock Dragon."
Ida Ai Min was stunned after hearing this.
Rock Dragon lives underground. It is famous for its extremely strong defense and is very difficult to deal with.
"You're not hurt, are you?"
"No, it can't do anything to me."
Ida·Ai Minzhen nodded, and the noisy scene suddenly became silent, attracting the attention of the two people.
Not far away, the dwarves formed a circle, and the atmosphere was solemn.
Arwen two people walked over.
Brouver's armor is stained with the blood of monsters and is colorful.
Lying in front of him were corpses, all of which were dwarves who died here.
Brouver put his right hand on his chest, "Great goddess, Blóémenmagd, please accept these children and bless us at the same time."
All the dwarves present bowed their heads and observed three breaths of silence.
When the time came, the dwarves hunched their shoulders and went to work laughing and joking.
Ida·Emin saw Brouver coming and couldn't help but say, "You dwarves are really optimistic."
Brouver wiped the blood on the back of his hand. After Arwen left the high platform, he immediately participated in the frontline battle.
He fought and killed many monsters with his own hands.
His tone was sparse and normal, as if he was used to it.
"Ida, this is the custom of our dwarves, we have long been accustomed to it.
You know, sadness has no meaning, it will only make more dwarves stagnate. Why not have a glass of Mahakam mead to get over this matter.
Besides, these children are all heroes, and dying in battle is a first-class honor for dwarves."
Having said this, he couldn't help but rub his hands and looked at the monster corpses everywhere with bright eyes.
"Look, it's a big harvest this time. There are so many monsters, many of which can be eaten. Even those ugly Ghoul, their teeth are also good alchemy materials.
Sub-dragon species that are rarely seen in ordinary times can be seen everywhere here, especially their hind leg meat. The taste is, tsk tsk--
--"
It can be said that after this battle, the Mahakam dwarves have made a lot of money, and they will not have to worry about high-quality meat in the next few years.
Suddenly, he saw a corner of the crater, where dwarf soldiers surrounded the red dragon Keltullis, fighting for the corpse of the monster in the opponent's mouth.
That is a Forktail corpse.
Keltullis swallowed it in two or three mouthfuls, and blood continued to flow from the seam of his mouth.
The surrounding dwarf soldiers shouted to make it spit out the food.
As for the unpleasant words, they didn't dare to say them. First, the great elder had clearly told them not to hurt the other party.
Secondly, the dragon flames of the red dragon helped them a lot, otherwise the casualties would never have been so small under such a turbulent tide of monsters.
Keltullis completely ignored each other and enjoyed the buffet without any scruples.
This meal can definitely make up for all the vitality lost in the last pregnancy.
The thought of the dwarves sneaking up on her with abortion pills made her angrier and she ate even harder.
Seeing this, Brouver twitched the corner of his mouth.
"Witcher, although we owe her, can you let her eat less? Stop staring at those sub-dragons all the time."
Arwen sent a spiritual message.
Keltullis's body stiffened and he muttered as he looked at Werewolf and the other corpses.
The dwarf alchemist master came over and saluted with a very respectful tone.
"Distinguished master of human alchemy, it is a great honor to meet you. I am Blake Beckenbauer."
Arwen returned the gift, "Hello, Master Blake."
Blake's wrinkled face broke into a chrysanthemum-like smile.
"How dare I be called a master in front of you? If you think highly of me, just call me Blake."
"By the way," he extended his finger to introduce the dwarf beside him.
The dwarf didn't look young, with a gentle smile on his face, but he looked a little wretched.
"My name is Barnabas, Barnabas Beckenbauer, Grandmaster, you can call me Bibi."
After introducing himself, he fell into a state of wandering mind, as if he was thinking about something important, and seemed a little dull.
But the name Barnabas suddenly made Arwen's eyes light up.
This is the master alchemist who helped Queen Rivia, Meve, during the fall of King Quan.
Speaking of this, I have to mention the queen Meve. She is famous for her wisdom and beauty, and she has a very charming personality.
Especially during the second Nilfgaard Northern War, Meve was betrayed by his son, which led to the fall of the Rivia kingdom and surrendered to Nilfgaard.
Meve just relied on his own personality charm and the help of the wild dog Duke Gascon to escape from the royal city, gathered the remaining members, and incorporated the Free Company and Skellige pirates. Mount Mahakam won the support of the dwarves.
There were many difficulties along the way, whether it was the Nilfgaard army or the Rivia rebels, the environment of snowy mountains, swamps and dense forests, or even the pursuit and bite of Scoia'tael behind her, none of them made the queen give up.
All the way to reverse the situation and regain the throne of Queen Rivia.
During this period, the most dangerous moment was the battle on the Yaruga River bridge.
Red Bridge was controlled by Nilfgaard, and their ship was driven away during the war.
The person who drove away was also an old acquaintance of Arwen, Geralt who went south to look for a girl.
Geralt saw Meve besieged on the other side again, and Nilfgaard's army was gathering.
He raised his sword and fought hard, giving Meve time to escape.
It is also for this reason that Geralt was awarded the knighthood by Meve, and Geralt of Rivia is worthy of the name.
"Blake, why did you come to me?"
Arwen saw Blake's hesitant expression and spoke directly.
Blake scratched his head and smiled honestly, "Master, you are really quick to talk. I am here to help my idiot nephew."
Find a job, I want him to help you."
Arwen became interested, "Follow me?"
Blake hurriedly pushed Barnabas beside him, "Idiot, please tell the grandmaster about your invention."
"Huh?" Barnabas came back to his senses, "Ah, yes, of course, look at my stupid brain. I have an invention that allows people to put on wings and fly in the sky like a bird.
Arwen was pleasantly surprised when he heard this.
Sure enough it was him.
"That sounds interesting." Arwen pretended to think.
Barnabas's eyes lit up, "Really, do you think it's interesting?"
"Of course."
"Great. Uncle said I was not doing my job properly, so I said my aircraft must be useful."
Blake's forehead is full of black lines, "Look at his idiot's head. Although his aircraft can take off, it has never landed safely, and he has harmed many experimental animals."
If you really like him, let him do odd jobs for you and give him some advice."
Arwen pondered for a while, "He has a good talent, but----"
"Just what?"
Arwen shook his head and did not explain.
Barnabas is more of a scientist than an alchemist.
His unconstrained creativity often brings surprises.
What a coincidence, Arwen has the prototypes of countless things in his mind, but he lacks someone who is willing to delve into them.
Barnabas is a very good choice.
It's time to give the world a little technological shock.
"Blake, then I will accept him."
Blake's old face showed a look of surprise, "This is really great, Barnabas, thank you sir."
Barnabas bent down and saluted, saying gratefully, "Thank you, Grandmaster."
Arwen waved his hand.
Several people chatted for a few words again and went about their work.
Barnabas said goodbye to Arwen, and went back to pack things with Blake.
Seeing everyone leaving, only Arwen and Ida·Ai Min were left.
The latter spoke, "Demon hunter, Francesca wants to meet you in person."
Arwen's eyes moved, and the two came to a remote corner. Ida Ai Min opened the portal.
The dazzling white light quickly dissipated as it reached its destination.
Vision gradually recovered.
The scorching temperature of the crater dissipated and was replaced by a gentle spring breeze.
Insects and birds chirped in my ears, and the faint fragrance of flowers lingered on my nose.
Roses, lilies, lilac----
Flowers in different seasons seem to transcend the constraints of time and compete for beauty here.
The sky is as blue as a wash, and through the weeping willow branches blowing in the wind like a green curtain, Arwen.
Arwen saw a palace made of marble and alabaster.
The snow-white walls are engraved with lifelike portraits of all things, which are exquisite and exquisite.
As the breeze blows, the flowers swell and the butterflies fly, like ripples, making the entire palace look softer and more beautiful.
Ida·Ai Min performed the aristocratic etiquette, "Arwen, welcome to Dol Blathanna."
Arwen returned the favor.
Under the leadership of the former, we walked into the palace.
The decoration inside the temple is based on white, giving people a feeling of spiritual cleanliness.
"Girl, you are wrong again, here are the stars."
A gentle and magnetic voice sounded, followed by a slightly stubborn voice.
"Stars? Isn't this a willow tree?"
"Mark my words, magic is deceptive. Don't be fooled by your eyes and mistake the reflection on the lake for the stars in the night sky."
Virona held his chin in his hands, his porcelain doll-like face full of seriousness.
"Da da da----"
Footsteps sounded in the hall, attracting their attention.
When Virona saw the familiar black robe next to Ida Ai Min, her eyes as red as blood were overwhelmed with joy, but she jumped down from the steps more eagerly and ran into Arwen's arms.
"Arwen, you came to see me."
She twirled her fingers with a serious face.
"One day, two days - we haven't seen each other for thirty-seven days."
Arwen rubbed her head and spoke softly.
"How are you doing here?"
"Very good," she lowered her voice, "I just stayed there for too long and I miss the big guys."
The big guy in her mouth is Kikimore Queen.
The two have been together at Morgraig for many years and have already developed a deep relationship.
"Virona, let me borrow some of your time with the witcher."
Virona felt a little dissatisfied when he heard the interruption, but he was still very obedient. He took Ida's hand and whispered to Arwen.
"Arwen, wait a minute and I will take you to see my secret base."
Arwen smiled and nodded, listening to the footsteps getting further away behind him, and returned his gaze to the front.
Francesca walked down the steps.
Her long golden hair was coiled under her crown, her facial features were beautiful, and her skin was as creamy as snow. The bright red dress she wore did not look luxurious, and the decorations on her body were not gems, but simple shells and pearls.
The solemn temperament that emerged spontaneously was better than before.
"Woo----"
Two patient growls came from behind her.
They are two ocelots with extremely soft hair, their eyes are staring at the position of Arwen warily.
Francesca raised his hand slightly, comforted his pet, and then gave Arwen a standard human aristocratic courtesy, with a calm tone.
"Sir Arwen, it's an honor to see you here."
"It's also an honor to meet you."
Francesca looked at each other up and down and sighed slightly, "I have to say, you humans are really blessed.
That little girl is, and so are you. Virona has mastered Meditation Method. It won't be long before you can become a junior warlock.
realm."
Arwen said politely, "This is indeed a happy thing, but it is mostly due to your teaching.
Without further ado, Francesca, when you come to me, you definitely don't want to talk to me, the parent, about your student's learning problems, right?"
Francesca frowned slightly. She had met many people, especially men, most of whom were obsessed with her beauty. In order to please her, they would obey her words.
"Haha, indeed----"
She walked up to Arwen, bringing with her a fragrance that touched the heartstrings.
The red lips were slightly parted, and a voice that sounded like spring breeze came out, but its content made Arwen look stern.
"Witcher, please ascend the throne of Kovir."