Mercenaries and Adventurers Chapter 360

Continue walking along the road at your feet towards the depths of the forest.

As the sun rises and shines outside the forest, the fog in the forest is quickly dissipating. At first, Kil's head could only see the bright skylight through the fog, but soon, his sight gradually broadened.

The fog above the head gradually dissipated, revealing the tall and straight trees in this forest. In order to compete for sunlight, these trees have branched their branches at high places and spread their leaves. However, the height of more than ten or twenty meters below is all straight. Big tree trunk.

The sunlight shines through the clusters of leaves at the height of the treetops, pulling out beams of light like spears of light in this quiet forest, which is very beautiful.

Kil took a deep breath of the air here and found that there was a strange bitter taste in the coldness, as well as a vague smell of rust.

As the fog gradually dissipated, he could gradually see the surrounding areas here.

In fact, it's nothing, just countless reddish-brown tree trunks, layered on top of each other from near to far, filling the sight and creating a weird sense of spatial dislocation. If it weren't for the dwarf path under their feet that pointed their way, it would be easy for others to lose their sense of direction in this endless and identical forest scenery.

And kept wandering in place until he lost his strength.

"It seems that those dwarves are not so weird." Kil stepped on the dwarf road under his feet and made this judgment.

However, when he thought that these roads were not originally built for humans, but only for their own convenience, Kil stopped admiring the dwarves. After all, although he knew from the big bird **** that there were many human beings living in the valley behind the forest, he could see it from the attack on him by the dwarf warriors just now.

Those people were actively and passively brought to live in the valley and were not allowed to return. They were obviously forced, and there was bound to be a lot of violence involved.

"Hey, I feel like I've caused a lot of trouble for myself again."

Kil scratched his cheek and muttered with a bitter smile. In order to solve one trouble, it led to new troubles, causing more and more things to happen to him. Just like in his previous life, he played an RPG game and took on a lot of tasks, but he didn't complete many.

"Wish myself luck."

After cheering himself up, Kil was ready to fight and walked quickly on the road in the forest where the line of sight became wider and wider.

He saw that his surroundings had become wider, and that although the road under his feet was winding and tortuous, it was also convenient for riding and moving, so he came up with the idea of ​​riding a war horse forward.

But when he turned around to look at the blood-licking grass, he could clearly see the square hammer marks on the war horse's head armor.

This made him pat and lick the blood grass with pity, causing the loyal war horse to nuzzle him gently with its head.

"Forget it, forget it, this forest is probably not that big. Although the internal environment is complicated and there are dwarf warriors attacking from the dark, if you want to go faster, you should be able to get through here before the darkness and fog come again. ?”

Kil had his own judgment. Although he didn't know whether the dwarves were affected by the fog in the forest, he felt that there was a high probability that they would be affected, but it could be seen from the twists and turns of the road under his feet that the dwarves were forced to build. It could have been possible to build a straight road by cutting down the big trees along the road.

But they didn't.

why?

It is possible to simply build a straight road, but it has to be so complicated. It builds redundant turning roads and increases the workload. It is not like the dwarves have too much strength and no place to use it.

It can be inferred from this that these dwarves deliberately built everything to the present level.

As he walked, he breathed in the moist air in the forest that was slightly rotten and had a bit of the bitter taste of rust, and his mind started spinning.

Hey, you have to use your brain when going on adventures!

"Look back to the valley on the other side of the forest. There must be something there. Those things are very important."

Kil murmured, and nodded with the blood-licking grass beside him, confirming the master's judgment.

"So they would rather build a redundant road that goes around in the forest, and also increase the difficulty of passing this road. Hum, there are also tunnels under the forest that monitor and attack this road!"

The more Keir spoke, the more certain he became, and the expression on his face became more certain.

"Don't forget, Blood Licker. Nearly a hundred years ago, the other dwarves evacuated the Kingdom of Saint Halls, but they didn't leave! I don't know if they were forgotten or stayed on purpose. Obviously, other dwarves After everyone left, a group of dwarves remained here. They guarded here and forcibly detained the human people who entered here by mistake in the valley. Well, they are obviously planning something."

Kil smashed his fists, making a loud impact, and said excitedly to his horse: "It seems that there is a hard battle. Man, either when you are about to leave the forest, or when you officially enter the valley. If I were a dwarf , you must use all your strength to take me down for the hidden purpose!"

"Can you fight with all your strength?"

Seeing the owner's question, the aggressive blood-licking grass nodded excitedly, raised its front hooves slightly, and hit the road on the ground.

"Good! Looks like I have to get ready for battle."

Kil glanced at the supplies and luggage carried on the horse's back and felt that these things would increase the weight of the war horse and weaken the movement and impact of the war horse, so he had to move it somewhere.

He did what he thought of, picked up the big package on his horse, and then disappeared.

The next moment, his figure appeared on the same spot again. Except that the big package in his hand was missing, no one would think that he had moved just now.

Kil clapped his hands and said proudly to the war horse: "The silver box I built in the dream came in handy. With the obstruction of those boxes, that **** goblin can't let its mushroom partners touch my supplies. My feet are broken. Hum~"

After grunting a few times, Kil did not get on the horse's back immediately, but told the blood-licking grass that he hoped it could recover as soon as possible. There would be a battle waiting for them, and they couldn't stretch their hips then.

Carrying a metal double-edged spear, Kil led the horse at a trot on the dwarf road in the forest.

Although it is judged that the forest is not very big, and it should be possible to walk through the dwarf roads in the forest normally during the day, the battle just now and the morning took some time after all. Kil still has to speed up a little, and it is best to make sure that The battle took place outside this forest.

A more spacious place.

He had horses, and the more spacious the place, the greater the advantage in battle to him.

For the dwarf warriors, the place back in the forest is really convenient for their short legs to launch attacks and battles.

The numerous tunnel entrances allow them to get closer to the enemy before fighting, and it is also very convenient to retreat. The endless large tree trunks in the forest are also excellent combat shields, and long-distance projection methods are greatly restricted. Especially when white mist appears in the forest, the combat advantage of the dwarf warriors will change. Very big.

Not counting Kiel, even if twenty or thirty ordinary human soldiers enter here at one time, they will be repeatedly attacked by the dwarf warriors guarding this place that seems quiet and peaceful, but is actually full of conspiracy.

Judging from the battle with Kiel, if every dwarf warrior wore the same kind of combat armor as before, it wouldn't take a lot. Only five dwarf warriors could keep the secret behind this forest.

There is no way for humans to return and they can only live in the valley after being defeated.

Thinking of this, Kil couldn't help but look at those dwarf warriors. They could kill all the humans who entered here and bury them under the thick humus layer of the forest. Not to mention eliminating the risk of managing humans, the dead corpses alone might turn into living corpses or something more terrifying over time.

Wouldn't it be better to have these undead wandering in the forest?

Kil couldn't understand, but at least he knew that those dwarves would not kill the humans who entered here by mistake.

As for the other answers, he would understand them if he went over and took a look.

Go back to the tunnel under the forest.

The two dwarves were walking quickly in the tunnel. The older dwarf who was walking in front took out a small bottle of herbal ointment in the leather bag on his waist.

This is a small wooden bottle with a cork stopper on it. At the same time, an injured human body and a medicine bottle logo are carefully carved on the front of the wooden bottle.

There is also a name engraved on the back of the bottle in the common language of mankind - [Healing Ointment]

The older dwarf exhaled, shook his head slightly, then turned around and threw it to the young dwarf behind him who had an injured nose: "Take it, you've lost a lot of blood."

The young dwarf at the back held his metal helmet in one hand, and caught the small medicine bottle in his other **** palm. He glanced at the [Healing Ointment] made by humans in his hand with disgust, but did not want to use it.

"These are two different things, young man. They are two different things. Put away your stubbornness, fix the rotten nose, and apply ointment. I don't want your mother to say that her son I brought back has a new rotten nose."

Seeing that the young dwarf still looked stubborn, the older dwarf angrily raised his metal-plated palm and clenched it into a fist: "What, do you want to taste the power of the 'Iron Fist'? Let your face follow Do you have the same nose? Huh, when the day comes when we return to our land and family, even the shortest and skinniest dwarf girl will not look at you, haha."

As soon as he said this, he didn't know whether he was afraid of the older dwarf's "iron fist" or because he was afraid that no dwarf girl would like him. The young dwarf immediately hung the helmet on his belt and fixed it with his left hand. , then flicked the cork on the ointment bottle with one hand, raised it up, and poured the ointment in the bottle onto his face.

But it didn't pour out.

"Idiot, shake it forward." The older dwarf warned and cursed.

The injured young dwarf curled his lips and didn't care at all about the blood flowing from his nose. He blocked the mouth of the ointment bottle with his right thumb, then shook it vigorously and poured it on his face. The thick purple ointment flowed out and was smeared all over. Covered most of his face.

"Oh! It feels so spicy! It's so exciting, old man!" A little ointment flowed into the young dwarf's mouth. As soon as he pursed his mouth, he exclaimed. The older dwarf raised his hand and slapped the guy on the head: " Talk less, apply ointment to your nose, and breathe through your mouth. The injury will heal soon."

The young dwarf did as he was told, and then moved while saying: "This small injury will not affect my participation in the next battle, right? That guy is really strong."

The older dwarf led the way quickly, his shoulders occasionally brushing against the small luminous white stones hanging in the tunnel, causing the surrounding light and shadow to sway. He grunted: "Don't think about it. When you look like this during the battle, should you roar, or should you? Breathe? It's not like there is no one left. The rest of the battle is left to us adults. You are responsible for keeping an eye on him. We have to gather our forces to stop that person before he steps into the valley."

"How many people should we gather together?" the young dwarf asked, but he felt a little regretful that he could not participate in the real battle.

He is over seventy years old and has never experienced a real battle.

He is never allowed to participate in mining battles under the mines. He is a true dwarf and is eager to use his own strength to defend the mines and settlements.

"All! If that young human is not mistaken, there is a high probability that he is the human knight mentioned by the humans in the village. It is still a bit tricky, more difficult than the stone-armored blind mole in the mine. I just don't know, this How do humans compare to giant crystal ants?"

After the elder dwarf finished speaking, he casually opened a wooden door on the side of the passage while walking, and kicked a stout dwarf who was napping inside to wake up: "Stop sleeping! There are difficult humans in the forest. Arm yourself and follow!"

The dwarf who was suddenly woken up glanced at the young dwarf whose face was covered with purple ointment and had a rotten nose. He laughed playfully and said, "Why is our young man like this? If his nose is rotten, your mother will punish us old people." The guy got mad. If your father were here, he would take a pickaxe and smash anyone who hurt his son."

"Indeed." The old dwarf nodded in agreement.

But the young dwarf took a deep breath and said with stern eyes: "Don't mention that man. He is a weak and dishonest guy who is not worthy of being my father."

The other two dwarves in the small lounge shrugged, obviously disapproving of the young dwarf's words.

Then the older dwarf didn't bother with the young man. He picked up an inverted triangular wooden birdcage hanging next to the lounge and stuffed it into the young dwarf's arms: "Stop talking nonsense and stare at that human. That man It should be next to ancient tree No. 3 now. Now you rush to the surveillance point next to Bridge No. 6. When you see the person coming, put a communication bat, and then go to the next surveillance point in advance. When you see the person coming, then Keep putting the bats out.”

"What about you?" the young dwarf asked after taking a deep breath.

The other two dwarves glanced at each other. The dwarf who had just been summoned didn't know what happened, so he just shrugged and followed the older dwarf's instructions. The older dwarf said: "We ambush at the dead tree with all our hands." .Remember, just keep an eye on people, don't expose them.”

The young dwarf nodded, understanding the situation.

That human is very powerful, but the balance between the dwarves and humans in the valley is actually very fragile. A small number of people can accommodate it, but such humans cannot, and will easily destroy the relationship that has been maintained for decades.

There is a balance between the two races in the valley dominated by the dwarves.

So he put on his helmet, being careful not to let the front of the helmet touch his injured nose. He then carried a cage of communication bats, nodded to the other two, and trotted towards the No. 6 bridge surveillance point the old dwarf had mentioned.

As soon as the young dwarf left, the dwarf who was woken up asked: "What's the matter, do you want to call all the soldiers? There is just a human in the forest, there is no need to be so grand, right? Haha, even though those human men and women are tall, in fact I can knock one away with one punch, and another one can be knocked away by lowering my head."

The old dwarf urged his companions to arm themselves, saying: "It's different, not ordinary humans."

As soon as he said this, the dwarf who was wearing the metal armor made by himself became interested, the beard on his face stood up, and he said mysteriously: "Is it the kind of person who is small in number and extremely powerful among humans? Or are they humans who can use magical powers? Or are they messengers of gods?"

"Exceptionally strong."

The dwarf who put on the upper body armor breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, they are not humans who can use magic. I heard that humans can control fire and ice, and can easily deprive living creatures of their lives, just like our casters, wow. , the whole thing is a killing machine.”

The older dwarf waved his hand: "Don't scare yourself, and don't think that humans are easy to deal with this time. The two of us fought against each other just now. The man was not injured, and we..."

The old dwarf gestured to the young dwarf who had just left, and then raised his helmet slightly, letting his companion see his beard covered with blood~www.mtlnovel.com~This was all after the human kicked him just now Injured by a kick on the back.

Seeing such a scene, the dwarf who was wearing a large piece of metal armor stopped his contempt. He knew how powerful the old dwarf was. At least he was the second most powerful among the 'forgotten' dwarves. Yes, he can be beaten like this.

In this way, he pointed at the various weapons hanging on the wall of the lounge and said: "Then it seems that you have to fight with all your strength. Pick one, and put your hammer away first."

After thinking about it for a while, the older dwarf accepted his companion's suggestion, put down the hammer in his hand, and chose several heavy throwing guns. Then he considered that the human opponent was also wearing a suit of armor, although it was not as good as the dwarves. It was thick, but it couldn't be broken easily by ordinary sharp blades, so I finally chose a one-handed ax with a narrow ax blade on the front and an armor-piercing iron cone on the back.

In addition, he also brought up a one-handed crystal round shield, which is a local specialty of the mines. Although it is only a by-product of mining and excavation, this hexagonal hardened crystal is arranged in a chrysanthemum shape on the wooden shield surface, and has special defensive power. Good.

If it weren't for the fact that the hexagonal hardened spar that is a by-product is not small and difficult to place on armor that requires movement and therefore the parts are not large enough, the dwarves would have embedded this thing on the surface of the armor to increase its defense.

"I'm ready here. Your weapons are based on what I selected." The old dwarf said.

The other dwarf put on the last helmet, and his whole body was also fully protected. He nodded, and quickly took the heavy throwing gun, one-handed axe, and reinforced shield in his hand.

He put the spear into a long leather bag and carried it on his back. He held the shield in his left hand and didn't rush to hold the ax in his hand. Instead, he hung it on the animal skin belt around his waist and followed the old dwarf towards the other side. Walking to a rest room under the forest.

Chapter end