Chapter 451 450. Dwarf Patrol
After resting for a night in Hainkawehe Castle, the three people set off again.
They followed the action trajectory marked on the map.
The mountains in the mountains are endless, making them feel like they are climbing one wave after another in the ocean.
The path calculated by Mentos would give them the greatest probability of discovering the dwarf settlement hiding in the Amel Mountains.
Computation is efficient and useful.
The day after they set off again, they found traces of their journey's goal in the white snow.
Although the high altitude of the Amer Mountains keeps the snow covered all year round, the exposed rocks and soil do not turn the surface completely white after all.
So here, there is no need for Lan En and Gerd to prepare for snow blindness.
At this time, two demon hunters and a high-level vampire were squatting on a high position on a hillside, looking down.
"Whoops~ Found it."
Lan En whistled lightly.
Under their sight, a group of short and strong figures were walking through the mountain path in an orderly manner.
They all wore white cloaks, which were very different from the color of the snow.
But as they move around, some different tones will be revealed under the cloak.
It was a forged metallic gray, wooden crossbow handle that had been coated with moisture-proof paint, and the cooked leather was reflective.
"The whole body armor is made of strong plate armor, tsk tsk tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, The light is bright. They are not demon hunters. They probably have good cotton armor inside to keep the temperature. Look at the texture of the crossbow. It is small, but it looks like a human knight. It’s not even cheap!”
Lan En’s [Spiritual Vision] allows him to see many details.
On the other side, Regis closed his eyes and sniffed, speaking slowly.
“Oh, what else could the smell of strong liquor, the smell of iron filings, and the smell of body odor be but that of a dwarf?”
The sense of smell of a high-level vampire is already considered a supernatural ability, even more exaggerated than that of a demon hunter.
Gede watched speechlessly as the two people each received information, but he knew nothing.
At this distance, the hearing of ordinary demon hunters is not very good, and the sense of smell is also difficult to use because of the low temperature, which causes the diffusion efficiency of gas molecules to be very poor.
"Okay, what do you think it is."
He stuffed the hem of his cotton armor into his arms again, squatted on the ground for two times, and sniffed.
"Then what should we say next? Follow their traces?"
Regis's eyes were on Lan En along with him.
The young man looked at the dwarf patrol below, frowned and thought for a moment.
The traces of a group of dwarf patrols are too easy for the witcher to follow.
He could easily follow this group of dwarves to their resting place, or follow them all the way to their settlement.
But after a moment, Lan En still shook his head.
“We came here to find the blueprints for the master-level equipment. Either we asked these dwarves for help, or we paid for business. What’s the point of just showing up at a settlement in the mountains without saying hello? ? A bad visitor is coming?"
Lan En raised his chin towards the other two people.
"If I just show up in your bedroom without knocking and say I want to talk to you, what will you do to me?"
"Then I think we can indeed talk."
"I will pull out the sword first, and then put a [Quen's Seal] on myself before speaking."
The two people responded quickly without any hesitation.
"So." Lan En spread his hands, then stood up straight and took a step forward. Sliding down the snow slope.
“To make friends, you have to say hello first!”
His voice still lingered on the slope, but the person had disappeared.
Regis and Ged looked at each other, then shrugged helplessly and slid down. "Peng Ke, look up!"
In a group of five dwarf patrols, a dwarf next to the leader carries a hammer as big as a man's head on his back. During the inspection, he glanced at the hillside next to him, and his calm eyes suddenly widened, and he grabbed the leader's cloak!
The dwarf named Penko carries a large and heavy crossbow.
He turned his head and saw only three figures gliding down the snow-white hillside.
He immediately picked up the crossbow behind his back and put it away.
"Be alert! Be alert!"
The dwarf leader shouted at the top of his lungs. Stars of saliva spurted from his mouth, and the saliva splashed all the way to his long, flying beard.
The five dwarves, in addition to the captain's crossbow, also have two crossbows.
None of them carry shields, they are all equipped with two-handed war hammers or double axes.
The generally high level of armor of the dwarves gives them the confidence to adopt this equipment mode.
They are like small iron piers. They rush into the enemy and spin like steel tops with blades.
The dwarves on the patrol loosened and clenched their fingers holding weapons, and their breathing gradually became thicker. This is a physiological phenomenon caused by the increase in adrenaline before entering the battle.
In more serious cases, the tremor may even cause the trigger to be accidentally triggered and the arrow on the crossbow to be fired.
But fortunately, Lan stopped before the people of the dwarf patrol could react further.
"Crash!"
When sliding down the snow slope, Lan En was half lying on the snow and sliding down. When he wanted to stop, he only needed to exert force on his waist to stand up.
"Stop there! Don't move!"
Peng Ke held the crossbow to the side of his face and spit fiercely at Lan En. The hot breath from his mouth was floating on the snow-capped mountains. It turned into thick fog.
“Otherwise I will use this arrow to poke a hole in your face!”
"Calm down, man." Lan En opened his hands to indicate that he was not threatening or hostile. "I've stopped."
Lan's sensitivity to the subtle atmosphere among the crowd helped again.
His just right expression, tone, and movements did not make these dwarves who suddenly discovered strangers any more nervous.
Regis and Gerd, who slid down immediately, followed Lan's lead and spread their hands, standing on both sides of him.
The situation was deadlocked for a while, but this was not a bad thing. This was the time Lan En deliberately set aside.
The frightened dwarf patrols relaxed their nerves a little and calmed their breathing during this gap.
At least they won't pull the trigger by mistake now.
“I am a friend of Siledon Giancardi.”
The young man threw out the paper that had been tucked between his fingers, which was the paper that Siledon had met before. Written for him.
"Who knows whose friend you are!" A dwarf in the team said fiercely, "Stand away. Stay still and let us see."
But Peng Ke, the leader, scanned the three people's bodies after calming down his excitement.
Then he took the lead in letting go of the hand holding the trigger without touching the note thrown by Lan En at all.
"Be quiet first, Brin." This time, he looked at Lan En and Gede emphatically, and then hesitantly ordered.
"Maybe they are indeed friends?"
What he said was a bit uncertain.
And Lan En noticed that his eyes mainly glanced at the roaring bear head necklaces around the necks of the two demon hunters.
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(End of this chapter)