The Divine Hunter

The moon hangs high.

When the bathroom was no longer patronized, Roy dragged his red skin and left.

The carbon mountain in the night is gloomy, and the towering fortress is like a devil in the shadows. However, the entrance to the deep valley was brightly lit.

On both sides of the road leading to the valley, on the high sentry tower, two groups of archers and crossbowmen looked around vigilantly.

In the valley, between the square and the main fort, torches are hung on the gates of all buildings to provide a good view.

Dwarven guards in full armor patrol back and forth with heavy weapons. In the short distance from the bathhouse to the guest room, Roy encountered two patrols, and he couldn't help being a little surprised.

"The frequency is too high."

When he returned to the guest room, the witcher had changed out of his bloodstained leather armor and was meditating on the bed in a nightgown.

"Little devil, what did you gain from the first day of Carbon Mountain?"

"I've met a few dwarves. In addition, my skin is puckered and my eyes are about to go blind!" Roy sighed in relief, jumped on the bed suddenly, put his hands behind his neck, and complained with his legs crossed,

"You go try it out, stare at a bunch of naked and fluffy men, and watch for a day."

The corners of Letho's mouth curved covertly, with a rare smile.

"Leave me in the daytime, what's a 'big discovery' in the forest."

Lesso immediately exchanged information with him. When it came to blowing up dozens of wolves, the teenager felt regretful, and hundreds of experience passed him by.

But he could imagine the thrilling level at that time. With his lame melee combat ability, it is estimated that he would be eaten up by the wolves before the witcher showed his might.

There is still a little bit of dissatisfaction and doubt in my heart,

"Why do I have to secretly search for the imprint parasite? If the chief elder orders to block the carbon mountain first, and then gather all the residents to conduct a thorough investigation, he will be able to find him in half a day. He can't react at all."

Roy turned his face and glanced at the big man, who was still squatting quietly in a meditative posture, and there was no special expression fluctuation on his cold and hard face.

"I talked to you yesterday that some of the humans living in the mountains and forests regard the deer head spirit as their gods. You can be sure that no other dwarves have been brainwashed in the huge carbon mountain except the imprint parasites?"

"No matter how tight the blockade of the elders of Broval is, it is impossible to hide everyone. Once a massive and comprehensive search is launched, the people of the deer-headed elite will inevitably wake up in advance and slip away. It's more difficult."

Roy was silent and turned to ask,

"Then what if the imprint parasite is a villager from Spencer? I can't control that."

"Tomorrow I will drop by to investigate this matter. But I don't have much hope. The deer head spirit likes to live in the mountains and forests and will not be too far away from the parasites. Spencer is a bit farther than the hinterland of Carbon Mountain."

After the witcher finished speaking, he picked up a charcoal pen and began to draw on the ground.

"Let you see something. In addition to destroying a totem today, I obtained the specific death points of eight deceased from Kelvin."

"This is the Mahakam Mountains, this is where the Carbon Mountains are..."

The witcher's few strokes outline a broad mountain range, a hazy fortress in a snow-capped valley,

"This is the approximate location of the eight deceased,"

Next, eight striking black dots were drawn in the mountains.

"Have you noticed anything strange?"

Roy stared for a moment, quite puzzled. The positions of the eight deceased were distributed in all directions of Mahakan.

the witcher said,

"The places where the eight deceased died were not a short distance away from their only way home. This means that they were driven to the scene of the crime by the murderer and then killed."

"The point of death is by no means a random choice by the deer head."

Saying that, Leto used charcoal to connect the eight points according to a certain pattern,

Four straight lines are obtained, and a point is intercepted from the middle of one of the straight lines.

"This is the location of the totem that was destroyed today."

Roy suddenly said, "The positions of the remaining three totems can also be roughly determined."

The witcher continued to hook up according to a certain pattern.

Gradually a pattern came into view—a cobweb that was weaving and expanding, a pair of fuzzy antlers.

This symbol was familiar, and it made him shudder!

"The foot of the mountain to the Carbon Mountain Fortress in Mahakan is being slowly incorporated into the totem's range by the deer head spirit. Does it want to completely control this area?"

The witcher nodded and said, "I have never seen such an ambitious deer head. Normally, no matter how ancient and powerful it is, it can control at most a human village. Now it dares to attack the carbon mountain and put this A great fortress with a population of several thousand includes it."

"With the wisdom of the ancient deer head spirit, it shouldn't make such a stupid move. The power of the individual is completely incomprehensible compared to the carbon mountain. Unless—" Roy guessed, "it has other reliances, not only parasites and believers. ?"

The witcher patted the charcoal from his hands and said uncertainly,

"Perhaps the dwarves of Carbon Mountain are not as united as they appear on the surface. In addition to the small forces of the deer head spirit, there are other forces that are enough to cause trouble to the elder Broval, and are secretly helping the deer head spirit 'layout' ."

"They hid in the carbon mountain and cooperated with the deer head spirit inside and outside to kill so many dwarves without any flaws."

"Would you like to report this discovery to the Great Elder?"

"A preliminary guess, there is no evidence and no target, how to report it?" The witcher vetoed, "You just need to pay more attention to the situation in the carbon mountain, and pay attention to whether there are suspicious people around. The main energy is still on the search for the imprint parasites. Above, after all, our only purpose in the Carbon Mountain is to eradicate the deer head. Other things are within our capabilities.”

"By the way, please pay attention to safety."

"clear."

After the exhortation, the witcher sank into meditation. The battle during the day consumed most of his magic and physical energy, and he needed to hurry up to recover.

Roy lay on the bed and thought for a while, clearing the thoughts in his mind.

I took out Dwarf Reagan's crossbow and the usual Gabriel, ready to oil and maintain it.

Suddenly I thought that the dwarves valued this weapon so much. Is there anything special about it? I tried to start the observation, but I didn't expect to get the information of the weapon:

Blood Brothers (a mitzvah gift given by Pauly Dahlberg to his own brother Regan Dahlberg before he left Carbon Mountain to follow Alpen.)

Type: Crossbow

Material: pine, steel, tendon, hemp.

Features: Weight 15 lbs, bow length 4 lbs, pull 50 lbs. Effective range of 200 late (60 meters).

...

Gabriel

Type: Pocket Crossbow

Material: mulberry, tendon, hemp

Features: Weight 5 lbs, bow length 2 lbs, pull 20 lbs. Effective range is 100 late.

"It seems that Boss Reagan attaches great importance to this crossbow, just because of its special meaning, the forging material is not much higher than the Mahakam crossbow."

Roy began to learn the movements of the dwarves during the day, oiled the arrows, crossbows and triggers, maintained the two crossbows, and put the "Blood Brothers" into the space, while Gabriel put it in his arms, holding It starts to meditate.

"Does the crossbow not leave the body? It's silly to do so, but I hope it really helps."