The Divine Hunter

"Whoo-comfort--"

In the boiling water, Roy leaned against the marble bathtub with his upper body naked, closing his eyes and dozing off.

Tanshan has a cold climate, but there is no shortage of coal and wood for fire, nor water, so the bathhouse is open all night.

Carbon Mountain's blacksmiths, guards, and mine workers usually take a hot bath after a day's work to wash away dirt and sweat and relieve fatigue.

At this time, at eight or nine in the morning, in the daytime, there were only a few dwarves who had finished the night shift in the bathhouse, which was enough to accommodate hundreds of people.

They were wrapped in bath towels, and most of them had protruding belly, strong arms, and thick black body hair on their chests. If they didn't look at their faces, they were somewhat similar to orangutans.

And Roy, an alien, has smooth skin, no hair at all, and his complexion is much whiter than the generally dark dwarves.

This caused the bathing dwarves to glance at him from time to time. If he hadn't known that the dwarves were born "steel straight men", Roy would probably have fled, but he subconsciously wrapped the bath towel tightly and pricked up his ears.

The two dwarves sitting opposite him pointed at him, and kept whispering, "Is this child a human? There is no chest hair on the chest, no beautiful beard on the chin, no masculinity... Ugly. "

He stroked the whiskers floating on the water quite contentedly.

"Aren't all human men hairless chickens? It's impossible for us women to take a fancy to them. But brothers can't take it lightly. Their desire to covet dwarf women has never stopped, and they must not be allowed to succeed!"

"Enough, show me some respect! A group of idiots, want to go to the prison to blow the cold air? He is a distinguished guest of the first elder."

...

Roy had a strange look on his face.

How could he, a human male with normal aesthetics, be interested in a female dwarf with a bushy beard and a body as strong as an ox. Possibly a sorceress.

"It seems that the rumors are true. Dwarf men have inexplicable persecution paranoia, always worrying that their women will be kidnapped by 'evil' aliens. This should be related to their extremely low fertility rate. Dwarf women who breed offspring , is also a valuable 'resource' for the ancient races of Carbon Mountain."

Thinking wildly, Roy secretly looked at a few dwarves from the corner of his eye from time to time.

The dwarves on the opposite side all have strong buttocks, strong five-short statures, elephant legs, Kongwu's powerful shoulders... and a stick in the center that is raised high by a bath towel. The dwarves are not tall, but their capital is quite strong. ...

"Who will the Lushoujing give the imprint to?" He looked out of the corner of his eye for a few minutes, and shook his head with a sad face, "If you keep looking at it, your eyes will go blind sooner or later. I have to rest for a while."

If admiring beautiful women is a kind of enjoyment, then facing a group of dwarf men in the bathhouse is a kind of spiritual torture.

After soaking for almost an hour, Roy felt a gust of wind blowing from the entrance behind him, and the continuous footsteps of "ta-ta-ta" sounded.

The next scene made him really can't bear to look directly.

"Ba... Barnett, you... you stupid donkey, how... why are you getting fat again... fat, and soon... sooner or later, you will become... a pig!"

"Idiot Bernie, actually provoking the great Carbon Mountain Shield, dare to fight a fair duel!"

"Bold! No matter how stupid Bernie is, we brothers can scold him. What qualifications do you have? Courting death, right?"

"Clap la la" The bath towel slipped off, and the majestic dwarves on both sides collided into a ball, the pectoralis major was against the pectoralis major, the forehead was pressed against the forehead, the stick...

"You're the primitive idiot who was brought back from the bear's den by Aunt March!"

"From the chrysanthemum... of the squirrel... drilled out... small beans!"

"The thirsty man who runs into the barn every night... and spoils... elk!"

"Big idiot!"

"Huh..." Bernie scolded out of breath,

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he turned his head by chance, his pupils shrunk into a line.

"Old... boss... this guy's back... has a good back... so familiar..."

And Roy listened to the familiar stammering tone, and a cold sweat could not help oozing out of his forehead. Why was he so unlucky that he was blocked in the bathroom.

He closed his eyes tightly and quickly dived into the water with his back against the edge of the bathtub.

The footsteps stopped behind him, and he felt the water ripple above his head.

"Crack..." The water splashed all over, and a sturdy body stepped into the bath.

Big Tongue Bernie pulled him out of the water excitedly, staring, "Yes... it's you!"

"You're wrong, brother."

"Huh...huh..." Bernie blushed with excitement, unable to speak.

"Okay, stop teasing Bernie." In a strange tone, Rigan Dahlberg, the crossbow whose weapon was stolen by Roy, also stepped into the bath with his two brothers.

In an instant, the four dwarves surrounded him tightly, front and back, left and right, the four pairs of black and white bull's eyes stared at him without blinking, and the nose kept panting.

"Barnett, remember your account first, and then count it next time!" The dwarf shouted to the guy who just confronted him.

"Fear it, jerk!"

"I'm too lazy to care about you!"

...

In fact, the four dwarves who woke up found themselves sleeping in a pile of mouth to mouth with their companions, and they were shocked and quickly checked their bodies. What a shame!

They didn't even bother to make small fights with their companions.

"Roy, your name is Roy, right? We treat you as friends. Should I explain what happened yesterday?"

The young man squeezed a smile and changed the subject, "The four of you just performed really bravely. The mob on the opposite side is not your opponent at all. If you don't run away, you will definitely be scolded and fainted by a few."

"Humph! Count... count you a little knowledgeable!"

"Little brother, don't think that you can do whatever you want as a guest of the first elder." Reagan waved his hand to stop the restless brother.

"About that bottle of wine, it tastes good, but it has special ingredients added. Don't worry about it, after all, it is a genuine 50-year-old Mahakam spirit." Regan licked his tongue, and seemed to be still aftertastes the taste of the wine, " But you must return the crossbow! It's a gift from my eldest brother, and it's very meaningful. You can't use your little arms and legs."

"Brother Reagan, I'm sorry you lost a precious gift, but it's not with me. If you don't believe me, just search it and go to the bedroom."

Reagan was silent.

"Old... boss, I can't swallow... this... this breath."

"Or else put him on the head and beat him!"

Roy's lips moved, wondering whether he should return the weapon. Reagan's words were very meaningful, which made him a little apologetic.

"Little brother, it seems that you are determined to hack my 'heart baby'." Regan took a handful of hot water and sprinkled it on his furry arm, "Then follow the old rules of Carbon Mountain?"

"Carbon Mountain's old rules?"

"Quint, weapons, fine wine... Tanshan people have a good heart, but if there is a problem that cannot be solved by dialogue, they will come to three games." Regan said, "Three wins and two wins will determine the ownership of the crossbow."

"You mean heads-up?" Roy changed his attention.

No marks were found on these guys, they were undoubtedly "innocent", and they had a good relationship with them. It is too inefficient for him to stay in the bathroom alone, and it would be better if he could find a few helpers.

But his eyes swept across the four naked dwarves, but he was a little dazed.

"It's really up to you to say that." Regan smiled heartily. "Don't worry, you won't be allowed to single out four people. Tanshan people disdain to bully outsiders. We only send one person to compete with you in each round, for a total of three rounds."

"If you don't mind, start right now... A warm bathroom is suitable for playing cards."

"Crack!" A pair of delicate cards was thrown onto the marble edge of the bathtub. Roy smiled, his face excited, and the other party took the initiative to bring it to the door, so he didn't need to be polite.

"I haven't been afraid of anyone in the Quint card, come here!"

Regan and his dwarf brother looked at each other with strange expressions.

"Duru, go back and get the chess board right away! Dive, the face of the brothers is up to you. Think about how you usually win money, and don't leave any underwear left for me to win him this time!"