Mahakam Mountains, Twin Peaks.
The strong wind blew and rolled up thousands of piles of snow.
Clouds passed over the mountainside, and the midday sun shone on the rocks, imbuing them with pale brilliance.
"Ah!"
A scream came from the sky.
The flying machine made of wooden structure is tied to the dwarf's body, and its spread wings are like bat membrane wings, swaying and fluttering along with the airflow.
The dwarf shouted, his eyes full of excitement.
On Mount Mahakam, the lives of dwarves are always the same, except going to the mines and drinking. If they can find something exciting, they will never let it go.
It also includes some stupid things, such as putting your body in a wine barrel and then kicking yourself from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain.
On Mount Hog in Twin Peaks, dwarf Bibi holds a telescope in his left hand and looks at dwarf Dut gliding in the air. He can't help but admire it.
"Oh, that's great. If you work harder, you'll fly to the other side soon!"
As he spoke, he held a lime pen in his right hand and wrote on the wooden board hanging on his body, recording the flight data.
"Go left, go a little further left, idiot, pull the lever on your left hand, or you'll fly down the mountain!"
"That's right! That's it!"
His sharp voice echoed in the empty Twin Peaks.
The dwarf followed Bibi's command and would soon fly to the opposite mountain peak.
"It's so fucking exciting!"
Dwarf Dut shouted, "Wait, Bibi, how should I get down?"
Bibi shouted back, "Pull the lever in front of you, use your foot brake when you see the opportunity, and just press your foot on the ground!"
"What?! What nonsense are you talking about!"
"Get down quickly, the wind will sweep you away soon!"
The dwarf Dut hesitated for a moment, but still followed the dwarf's instructions.
The last thing dwarves lack is courage.
Immediately, he fell towards a flat place filled with snow.
"Ah!!!"
Along with the strange screams made by the dwarf, the dwarf Bibi is calculating all this.
"Bang!"
The aircraft crashed into the snowdrift along with the dwarf, splashing a large amount of snowflakes.
After a while, the dwarf walked out.
He brushed the snow off his body, raised his hands and shouted.
"Oh, this is so exciting, Bibi, I want to do it again!"
Bibi heard this, still holding the telescope with his left hand, "No, the data this time is very good, I have to write it down!"
Dut dragged the aircraft out of the snowdrift.
"Do it again!"
Bibi shouted, "You are crazy, the right wing of the aircraft has been broken, wait, look behind you quickly!"
Dut was stunned for a moment, feeling a warm feeling coming from behind, and quickly turned his head.
A white bear, almost three meters tall at the shoulders, was staring at him with a leer.
Under the snow-white down, there are strong muscles hidden, and there is a blue crystal-like object on the chest, which is extremely hard and is equivalent to a breastplate.
The bear species unique to Frost Bear and Mount Mahakam are huge in size. They can stand over four meters tall and can beat a person to a pulp with just one bear paw.
According to legend, the reason why the previous dwarf great elder was able to become the great elder was because he had a Frost Bear as his mount. Even if he faced the sub-dragon species alone, he was not inferior.
However, this species, like the sub-dragon species, is extremely rare. Looking at the entire Mahakam Mountains, there are only a few of them.
"Oh my God!"
Dut's voice was trembling, and with his size, he was like an ant in front of Frost Bear.
Frost Bear sat back, raised his entire body upright with his majestic hind legs, and suddenly transformed into a giant.
He opened his arms and let out a roar, his fishy breath almost making Dut faint.
Dut was not stupid. He turned around and was about to run away, but he bumped into a figure.
"Ouch!"
He was horrified, it was over.
When he saw what was in front of him clearly, he realized that it was a demon hunter.
Arwen glanced at Frost Bear, and the latter's arrogant aura instantly died down, he lay down, turned around and ran away, making a humming sound along the way.
Dut patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Kind witcher, you saved my life."
Arwen nodded and looked at the aircraft not far away. The overall style was very similar to Blue Star's glider.
"Let's go."
Arwen dragged the aircraft with one hand, grabbed Dut's collar with the other, and Flight flew to Mount Hog.
Dut kept his posture stiff and shouted loudly.
Bibi was not too shocked when he saw that Arwen could fly. His uncle, the master alchemist Blake, warned him that demon hunters have great powers and like to be quiet and don't make a fuss.
Of course, making a fuss is not Bibi's habit.
He quickly immersed himself in the data hanging on the wooden boards and inspected the damaged areas of the aircraft.
Arwen is not in a hurry. He appreciates this spirit of study.
In this temporary flight test camp, there is a burning bonfire, with clay pots on the fire, and hot soup is boiling.
Dut calmed down, walked quickly, scooped out a bowl, and drank it for himself.
"Witcher, would you like to take a bite?"
Arwen waved his hand, "Bibi, did you encounter any problem?"
He noticed the dwarf's frown.
"Huh? What? Master, are you talking to me?"
The dwarf recovered from the data.
"Of course."
"There's nothing wrong with it. This experiment was very successful. We just need to slightly improve the landing method."
Oh, there is also the issue of power. I wish I could fly even if there is no wind."
Arwen smiled knowingly.
Walking to the campfire, "Bibi, have you noticed this clay pot?"
"Huh?" Bibi came over, "What's wrong?"
Arwen threw the wood into the bonfire to make the flames burn brighter.
Soon, the hot soup began to boil.
"What now?"
Bibi frowned, not knowing what he meant, "The soup is boiling. This is a normal phenomenon."
Arwen Put the pottery lid on.
The steam in the sealed clay pot constantly hits the lid, making a whining sound.
Bibi first explored, then his eyes shone, and then he became intensely happy.
"This - this is really a genius idea, Grandmaster, your wisdom really impresses me!"
Arwen There is no explanation, smart people can always draw inferences.
Arwen has long forgotten the principles of dry steam engines.
I can only give a vague answer.
However, with Bibi's ingenuity, it will not take long to develop a steam engine.
Dut on the side looked confused, not knowing what Bibi was happy about.
Didn't it just put the lid on the pot and make a whining sound?
Not as good as him playing the ocarina.
Arwen understood the thoughts of this simple dwarf, his eyes were helpless.
Dut took a sip of broth and suddenly felt excited.
"No, no, no, I have to go back and report to the great elder as soon as possible."
"Huh?"
Dut didn't hide anything from Arwen, "It's Frost Bear. Then Frost Bear looks like a female bear. Stand up, there are no eggs underneath. The spring snow has not yet melted and it came out to look for food. There must be bear cubs. We are going to dig out the bear cubs."
Arwen looked at Dut who was trotting away without stopping.
After chatting with Bibi for a few words, I found that the other person was staring at the clay pot and was deep in thought, so he didn't pay much attention to it.
His mental energy was scattered, and he quickly found the location of Keltullis.
He took a nap in the sunshine on the mountainside.
Arwen walked to her side.
The former was also used to the latter appearing silently. He raised his eyelids and waggled his tail slightly.
"Master."
Arwen said, "It's almost time, I'll take you back to Morgraig."
Keltullis stood up, very well-behaved.
The food she had eaten in the past few days was very nutritious, and she was full. The life essence she had lost before was doubled and replenished.
She lowered her head and her tone seemed a little hesitant.
"I----I can feel that in less than half a year, I will lay dragon eggs----"
When she said this, she dug her dragon claws into the ground.
Arwen knows the underlying meaning.
When female dragons lay eggs, they are at their weakest and most dangerous.
Arwen does not hesitate to take care of his subordinates.
"Well, I understand. I will stay by your side when the time comes."
"Thank you."
Open the portal and send Keltullis back to the cave next to Morgraig.
Arwen stayed at the Mahakam Mountains for a month.
Zerika All the iron tools in the fleet were also made into weapons.
Arwen After a rough inspection, I have to admit that the dwarves have great talent in forging.
In the human world, each of these weapons would be worth hundreds of crowns.
Put the weapon into the space ring.
"Are you getting ready to go down the mountain?"
Brouver is striding forward with a golden crown on his head.
"Yes, thank you very much for the hospitality these days, Great Elder."
"Ha, why are you so polite to me? If you want to come, Mahakam is always welcome."
Brouver performed the most solemn etiquette of the dwarves.
Arwen bowed slightly and returned the gift.
"By the way," Brouver sniffed, as if he had caught a cold, "We have prepared a small gift for you, please don't shirk it."
After saying that, he called a female dwarf to come in.
The female dwarf wears green brocade clothes, and has a brown beard like the male dwarf, which is tied into braids and hangs down to her navel.
The difference between dwarves and halflings is to look at their beards. Both male and female dwarves will have beards.
The female dwarf holds a white flesh ball in her arms.
The fur is soft and white, with a chubby head and a pair of big clear eyes staring at Arwen, so cute.
Brouver said, "This is Frost Bear's cub. We found it half a month ago. Your help was indispensable. I heard Dut say that you saved him from the mother bear's claws."
The efficiency of dwarves is really fast.
"Witcher, to feed it, you only need to prepare a bowl of goat's milk every day. Once its teeth have fully grown, you can feed it meat."
"He hasn't been weaned yet?"
"Of course," Brouver explained, "If you can eat meat, you won't be able to raise it properly.
I kidnapped these cubs from their mother, but it took a lot of effort and five full jars of Mahakam honey before the irritable female bear stopped chasing us."
"Father, we left one of them, not all of them."
"That's right."
Arwen smile.
After the mother Frost Bear gave birth to her babies, due to Mount Mahakam's harsh environment, monsters everywhere, and Frost Bear's lazy nature, the survival rate of these cubs was extremely low.
If there are only one or two ends, Frost Bear is easier to take care of.
Using Mahakam honey to exchange some of the children is an unspoken rule between Frost Bear and the dwarves.
Arwen picked up the Frost Bear cub from the female dwarf's arms. The little guy didn't cry or fuss, and was very obedient.
"Okay, then I'll accept it."
Brouver smiled on his face, "Haha, we have also prepared some goat milk for you. It is right at the door. You can put it into the space ring."
After packing up and saying goodbye to Brouver, Arwen left Mount Carbon.
Ellander, Temple of Melitele.
The smell of burning candles and light incense floats inside the temple.
Mia leads believers in daily prayers.
Stayed for a day and said goodbye to Nenneke and others.
As soon as I walked out of the temple, I saw a group of figures heading towards the temple.
The leader was a young woman, wearing a simple dress with a dignified temperament.
Beside her was a man wearing red clothes.
His hair was meticulously combed, he had a lot of gold and silver jewelry on his body, and he had a warm smile on his face, exuding an innate aristocratic atmosphere.
"Miss Zerika, do you really not think about it anymore?
With the relationship between my two families, as long as you ask, I will definitely help you.
Look, you don't even have a decent servant by your side now. What does it look like? I'm not worried about letting you go back to Targo alone, and so is my father."
Zerika said with a polite smile, "No need, Earl Hereford, I have hired someone, he will send me back
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"Mercenary? Mercenaries? Those people are completely unreliable. How can they be compared with Order of the White Rose? What if they plot something against you on the way?" Earl Hereford whispered softly.
Zerika has a look of impatience in her beautiful eyes.
Ever since Mahakam Mountains came back and there was no knight beside her, this Earl Hereford has been pestering her.
As a princess, Zerika is well-informed and will naturally not be fooled by a few sweet words like in fairy tales.
The Earl Hereford in front of him was just relying on the power of his father, Duke Hereward, to have a lust for her.
Suddenly, her eyes lit up and she saw the figure in black robe not far away, and she stopped.
Arwen nodded to her, turned around and left.
Half an hour later.
At the weeping willow behind Melitele, the spring breeze blew over the water and the reeds rustled.
"Witcher, I finally found you."
Arwen heard a voice behind him.
Zerika changed her clothes and put on a nun's costume, breathing heavily and her pretty face flushed.
"What's going on?"
Zerika held up the nun's skirt and sighed, "Nothing, it's just that Earl Hereford who saw no one around me and wanted to pursue me. When I was praying alone, I asked the nun for some clothes and then ran out.
Can we go back to Targo now?"
Arwen raised his eyebrows, the other party was quite alert.
It would be really annoying if he was used as a shield just now.
Just because he's not afraid of trouble doesn't mean he wants to get into trouble.
"In that case, let's go."
Zerika raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a genuine smile.