Chapter 1185 1167. Marauder Dwarves
In fact, the meeting point set up by Duke Siward outside the Pontar Valley is quite easy to identify.
Under the dark night sky, there were only a few roars of wild beasts or monsters coming from the Pontar River and the mountains on both sides. This shows that the changes that caused the mutation and the 'white mist' Stuff, its influence hasn't really spread here.
At least for now.
Amidst the sound of the rolling river rapids, there is a gentle slope on the south bank of the Pontal River adjacent to the foothills of the Mahakam Mountains.
There were noisy people, the sound of livestock burying their mouths in the trough, and the crackling of firewood. It was lively and noisy.
It was only when the river barge docked at a temporary ferry near the camp that it attracted the attention of a guard.
"You are late, you are late! I was scolded for a whole hour!"
The guard held a torch and directed the barge to dock.
The captain on the ship also yelled and cursed at him a few times. In the words of 'greeting' to each other's families, they made it clear what happened at the ferry that was attacked before.
It is equivalent to clarifying where the time they spent when they were late went.
The emergence of the term Scoia'tael undoubtedly aroused another wave of abuse.
But everyone is not surprised. This only shows that these inhuman race guerrillas have indeed done a lot of things in this area.
The captain's negotiation with the ferry manager is their business. For the mercenaries and soldiers on the ship, they have nothing to do with the captain at this place.
So a group of people each took away their luggage and their horses from the center of the deck. Of course, there were those who took advantage of the situation and fished in troubled waters.
But this group of people at least had the courage of their combat professions. Even in the chaos, it only took half an hour for them all to get off the ship.
"But they don't seem to know you are coming, my lord."
Amidst the crowds of people moving things under the boat and holding horses, Lincoln said behind Lan En.
The young clerk, like his elder, was in no hurry to go under the boat.
He was holding on to the railing on the side of the barge and looking down.
There was no welcome guard downstairs, and no one even came to ask questions.
Although Duke Seeward's stance on demon hunters and inhuman races is well known, the etiquette required to receive a duke recognized by law is indispensable.
For nobles, especially old-school nobles, poor etiquette means being shameless.
"Do you need me to pass on the message?"
Lincoln turned to his side and asked.
"No need." Lan En shook his head, "Foltest didn't tell him that I was invited. It's interesting. This should also make it easier for me to move."
Lincoln knows his master, so he also He didn't refute, just continued.
"Then, I will put away our flag, and we will make ourselves less conspicuous."
Lane determines the direction of action, and Lincoln proceeds on this basis Prepare. This is already a familiar cooperation mode between them.
Finally, after the crowd was no longer so crowded, Lan En and the others also stepped off the barge.
Most of the mercenaries who disembarked in front lit torches to illuminate the uneven ground.
The torches formed a long dragon, extending all the way to the camp not far away.
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“So say”
The speaker was the eldest of the raiders, named Buchter. His arms were as strong as tree roots, and his exposed skin was covered with large tattoos.
"Everyone, are these the last group of people invited by Prince Seeward? Okay, although it is a bit fussy to have so many people just to clean up some monsters in the river valley, but we ordinary people are not qualified to say anything to the princes and nobles. Dao Si. "
"Come on, lady, sit down and warm yourself over the fire. We all rely on knives to eat. There's nothing to be embarrassed about, right?"
There are many people in this camp. Build a bonfire to resist the cold in the mountains on spring nights.
Of course, this is the treatment of rough guys. Like knights or nobles, they have spacious and comfortable tents.
Lan was originally sitting next to Buchter, and then saw him familiarly calling Sachia and several other mercenaries to the bonfire.
Of course, this tough-looking man actually has a delicate mind.
“You just met with the prince.” Buchter brushed his mohawked hair to one side, “What did he say to you?”
“He He didn't say anything, and he didn't actually see us." Sakia sat down by the fire. "He was immersed in a roast chicken in the tent, and the one who talked to us was an attendant knight, what's his name?"
"Thales." Yarpen Ziegelin, a short, fat, bearded dwarf with the same hairstyle as Buchter, added.
"Scar on the face, scarlet cloak, and white rose emblem on the left shoulder, right?"
The dwarf smiled uglyly, while his thick, dusty neck turned red in the firelight.
“It’s a good thing you don’t have an inhuman race among you, otherwise the knight would tell you how vicious words can be. Fortunately, it was of no use to me. I have seen the world, so even at that time I wanted to kick him I couldn't help but kicked him on the calf bone."
Bucht nodded.
"Listening to what you said, this Knight of Thales seems to have no other abilities. He only yells and shouts, and then attacks others with the teachings of eternal fire." After saying that, Buhe Te patted Lan En's arm next to him.
"Okay, Nischuka. Go and cover the pile of firewood with canvas. I think there will be a light rain in the mountains at night."
Lan tilted his head: "I am not the Nischuka you say. Card, man.”
Buchter was obviously taken aback.
"Yes, I am Nischuka."
A tall figure also wearing a hooded cloak came over with a piece of canvas and covered the firewood pile with the canvas.
As the boss of the small organization of the Predators, Buchter rubbed his forehead.
"I've seen the devil, why do you have to buy this shabby cloak? Sorry, I got the wrong person, my friend."
Lan En nodded kindly: "It doesn't matter. . But you also know that not everyone looks tall and fierce like you, so I have to add a little more intimidation to myself."
As he said that, Lan En raised his hand in front of the fire. , use two fingers to make a tiny gap to refer to the 'point' in your words.
Buchter nodded with a little complacency.
After finishing his work, Nischuka also sat beside the fire: "This cloak can prevent the enemy from distinguishing the attack position when attacking. This is a great advantage. Otherwise, why would I buy it?"
"And having said that, I always feel that this battle is too big? Everyone is attracted by Siward's bounty. This is not like an expedition, but more like sending someone to death. I don't want to be among the crowd. Fight."
"Calm down," Buchter comforted his partner, "We've hunted dragons many times before, haven't we?" br>
"A large crowd of people watching, like a market or a mobile brothel. But once the fighting starts, who will be left? Only us, the real warriors."
Said 'Hunting the Dragon' , Not sure if it was an illusion, Sakia frowned, her eyes briefly brightened in the firelight.
Only Lan noticed.
"Yes, the current situation is not worth worrying about, except for one thing." Yarpen Ziegelin picked up a thin-necked wine bottle wrapped with wicker and took a sip.
As he spoke, both the Marauder team and the dwarf team led by Yarpan Zyglin fell silent.
Obviously, what he is about to say is also what most people care about.
"What on earth are we here to fight? Does anyone know? Even a little bit?"
"Let me state in advance that my brothers and I are never afraid of fighting. After all, many monsters have died in the hands of my group, including many real dragons."
"Predators, you know it . After all, we had some business conflicts before, over the ownership of a dragon.”
Bucht took a sip from Yarpan.
“Yes, we testify that it is indeed the case.”
“But fighting bravely does not mean having no brains.” Yarpan wiped off the mohawk hairstyle on his head, letting him Hair looks more shiny.
"We should have countermeasures for any enemy we face. If it is against monsters, then we will be able to capture them. But if it is really like the rumors, it is the Scoia'tael"
"Intelligent creatures are different from monsters, everyone. They They can deceive, disguise, ambush, seduce, and raid. How can we deal with a brainless monster? They can do anything to us just because they have stupid muscles!"
"That's not all." Another person in the team, the youngest one, looked directly at Yalpan. "The danger goes far beyond that."
Yarpen Zieglin was silent.
The entire atmosphere around the fire was silent.
Only the dwarf next to him, a dwarf with a sinewy face and a short cockscomb hair style, spoke.
"What do you mean, huh?"
"It means that there are many people recruited here, including non-human races, such as you." The youngest predator made no secret of it said.
"How can we be sure that if we are dealing with the Scoia'tael, no one in this camp will be instigated by them? Or at best, you are trustworthy, but you are bringing the ax to your fellow countrymen. What if I get too soft?”
“I really am”
The dwarf angrily wanted to argue, but Yarpan held out his hand to stop him.
"Okay, Zoltan! It's useless to argue. How many times have I told you? You and I are going to learn how to make money, and you have to learn how to deal with people first! If you want to be a fool again, I won't I’ll give you face!”
After suppressing the dwarves around him, Yarpan, as the team leader, looked at the predators and others seriously.
"I solemnly declare that we are not the same as the Scoia'tael."
"I accepted Siward's employment. As long as he pays according to the rules, we will pay according to the rules. He does his work without hesitation or hesitation.”
There was silence for a while, not only the humans were silent, but even the dwarves around Yarpan opened their mouths hesitantly, but in the end they didn't say anything, they could only look down at the fire dejectedly.
"Let's put it this way first." Buchter took off the studded gorget and scratched his bull-like neck. "Perhaps Prince Siward is here for the monster?"
(End of this chapter)