The Divine Hunter

Behind the throne made of black iron stood a huge bluestone statue flush with the ceiling.

On the throne, the golden-crowned and white-haired dwarf rested on the gilt edge with his right elbow and his chin with the palm of his right hand. He was wearing a blood-red satin shirt that was fully supported by his majestic body. His snow-white eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and his face was full of ravines. He didn't seem angry and mighty, and there was a trace of anxiety and tiredness in his deep eyes.

There were two dwarf waiters in white robes standing on both sides in front of him. When they saw someone coming, they whispered to him.

"Elder, you have brought the person you asked for."

Kelvin walked to the man and bowed.

"Lesso, the demon hunter of the Viper School, Roy the apprentice. It's rare that my dear nephew Sevier admires you so much. He must have some real talent and will not let me down..."

The old man's hoarse voice echoed throughout the corridors of the palace, like rocks and gravel rubbing violently, and the cadence was full of unspeakable ancient rhythms, which was impressive.

The big elder was as strong as a lion, but he couldn't hide his anger, because he was so old that he was considered an old birthday star even in the longevity race of dwarves.

"Browval Hogg"

Age: 198 years old

Sex: Male

Health: 120 (racial trait toughness +20)

identity:

Elder Carbon Mountain (his identity is recognized by most dwarves, and he is the master of Mahakam Carbon Mountain, who rules all affairs of Mahakam.)

Attributes:

Strength: 10 (Strong +1)

Agility: 6 (chunky -1)

Constitution: 10 (Strong +1)

Perception: 7

Will: 8

Spirit: 6

Charisma: 6 (chunky -1)

Skill:

Ancient Forging LV10: He has honed the forging skills for hundreds of years, so that he can create what kind of weapons and armors. It is impossible to describe one-tenth of his methods. His casting skills can be called magical and otherworldly. Even if the furnace has not been opened for several years, his skills are still at the top of the world.

Any equipment he tailors is worthy of the knights, soldiers, mercenaries, witchers and other fighting elites as family heirlooms, passed down from generation to generation. Even an ancient artifact can be created as long as he is given blueprints and materials.

Two-Handed Weapon Specialization LV10: After years of training and bloody battles, he has perfectly mastered two-handed weapons such as giant axes, spears, halberds, and heavy hammers. When attacking with two-handed weapons, the destructive power will be increased by 50%.

Toughness (passive curing): Dwarves have a long life and strong vitality, and adult dwarves have 20 more health points than humans.

Strong (passive curing): Dwarves are good at using the power of two-handed weapons and have sufficient physical strength. Adult dwarves are born with 1 point more strength and constitution than humans.

Short and fat (passive curing): Five short statures and big belly make dwarves move slower than normal humans, and their appearance is not favored by other races, and even disgusted. Agility -1, Charisma -1.

Crisis Perception LV5: Years of life and death training and rich combat experience have made him extremely sensitive to the danger that is coming.

The rest is a little...

The attributes of this dwarf elder are much higher than ordinary people, but it is not surprising to Roy, who has been baptized for a long time.

The ancient forging skills made him keep an eye on it. Leto has always been short of a silver sword that is suitable for his hands, and he may fall on this great elder.

The witcher glanced at Kelvin, who was still kneeling on one knee, and said without humility, "Elder Brovar, we came to meet you as you wished. But with all due respect, with your reputation and influence in Mahakam, Just pass a word over, Roy and I will definitely obey, no need to escort us over like a criminal, right?"

"Kelvin,

How did I tell you before? "

In the light questioning voice, the arrogant white-haired dwarf lowered his head without saying a word, as if acquiesced to the witcher's accusation.

"Forget it, I know that you have never liked dealing with humans, but it is a big taboo to substitute personal feelings in official business. Now you immediately apologize to the two distinguished guests!"

The white-haired Kelvin took a deep breath, clenching his fists tightly and bowing to the two of them reluctantly.

"It's all my fault that I am too indulgent towards this nephew, but he is not yet sixty years old. According to human speaking, he has just grown up not long ago. I hope the two of you can be considerate."

When he said reproach, his tone did not hide his admiration at all.

Roy glanced between the two, and found that the elder Broval and his nephew Kelvin looked alike, with white hair and hair, cool facial features, especially the arrogant energy between the eyebrows and eyes. Molded.

Leto saw it and turned around and said, "Your Excellency Great Elder, how about let's talk about business now? You called us to Carbon Mountain in a hurry, what exactly is it? You must know that witchers are good at fighting Dealing with monsters, the carbon mountain under your jurisdiction is heavily guarded, and not a fly can fly in, it doesn’t look like it’s being infested by monsters.”

"Then you guessed wrong, witcher. If you are in a fortress, you are naturally not threatened by monsters." Browal said solemnly, "But the mines in the mountains outside the fortress have been in the past few months. The workers died one after another, and I specially invited you to come here, just in the hope that the murderer could be arrested, regardless of life or death."

The two people below the stage looked at each other and were a little surprised.

"It's not that the villagers of Sponsor asked us. It's really a blessing or a curse... If you can escape the New Year, you can't escape the winter solstice." Roy still has some doubts in his heart. , a group of aliens, the laborers 'invited' the witcher to the front, and personally interrogate?

Browal saw their doubts, and a look of anger appeared on the old and slack cheeks, and gave the answer, "That murderer was so daring, he not only killed the human miners, but also stretched his hands on my compatriots, this is undoubtedly against me. Provocation, provocation to all Mahakam dwarves!"

"The murderer must die!"

"So it is." Roy suddenly realized. It seems that the villagers at the foot of the mountain did not know the inside story. In fact, not only four human miners died, but the "adults in the mountains" as they called them were also killed.

"Lesso, Witcher, if you can catch the murderer for the people of Carbon Mountain, I will reward you!"

"Then if you can't catch it?"

"Wherever you come and go, Mahakam will always close the door for both of you."

Roy bared his teeth, the witcher's face turned blue, and Brovar suddenly stood up from the throne with the armrest, and said loudly,

"I'll be more specific, as the so-called 'swords for heroes'. The weapons I have built are too many to count, and some of them are still unowned. As long as you catch the murderer, I will immediately hand over one of the rare swords. I'm sure you won't disgrace the name of the Master Snake Sect witcher."

Lesuo's expression was slightly stunned. As long as he is good at using swords, who has never heard of the name of Mahakam's weapon. And the one made by the elders himself must be the best of the best. If you get one of them, it will also be a huge help in future battles.

"Elder, although I'm just an apprentice, I can definitely contribute to my cooperation with Lesso." Hearing this reward, Roy couldn't help but be moved, but the other party didn't seem to agree with his point of view.

"You?" Broval shook his head and said meaningfully, "Little brother, I think you'd better stay in Carbon Mountain and have a full meal of wine and barbecue!"

Roy sighed in his heart, not only the witcher thought he was weak, but the dwarf also looked down on him.

In fact, he is still somewhat useful. Although he can't fight close-quarters like witchers and monsters, he can at least help throw an alchemy bomb and let go of cold arrows.

He turned around and blinked at the hesitant witcher, but the other party turned a blind eye.

"Elder Broval, entrust me to take it, this kid will stay in Carbon Mountain, please take good care of me."

Broval nodded and said to the white-haired dwarf, "Kelvin, I order you to obey Master Leto's orders from today, and do your best to help him investigate the murderer.

"As ordered!"

Kelvin, who has been bowing his head silently, replied in a deep voice,

"Master Leto, you will start your investigation from tomorrow, with a period of two weeks to December. If you don't catch the murderer by then, then please return to the same path and leave Mahakan!"