Chapter 273 In other works, people like me are the protagonists!
"You have to know, Gabo. If things continue to develop like this, even if I leave Siegelin now, I will be inseparable from Siegelin in the future." Lan looked at Gabo condescendingly, his tone cold.
"You have already dragged me into this, or in other words - you have plotted against me."
Gabo stopped talking, while Lann gave orders on the side and began to assemble his soldiers to prepare everyone.
People were moving around outside the house, but it did not attract the attention of the Zyglin dwarves. The entire gathering place of their clan seemed to be mostly empty. Apparently whatever they were going to do tonight had already set off.
Gabo neither continued to persuade Lan nor tried to run out to report the news, but just stood there. He seemed to regard Lann's tent as a prison to isolate himself from the outside world.
Lann recalled that he had spent so many days with Gabo, and it was actually quite pleasant. Moreover, the other party has been worried and reluctant since he first appeared, and seems to be opposed to the clan's actions; but the dwarf clan culture is far closer than the family in human society, and this dwarf is still tied up after all.
Lan thought for a while, and before leaving, he stepped forward and said to Gabo: "I heard that there are only two types of dwarves who return to Mahakam after leaving human society: one is because they are bullied and discriminated against in human society and cannot establish themselves; There are those who have no choice but to return to Mahakam; and there are those who have seen the plight of the dwarves in human society and want to return to their hometown to build Mahakam and make the race and country stronger. Gabo, you are obviously the latter." Gabo
. The figure moved slightly and sighed: "Duke Lannister, what's the point of saying this now?" "I
have guesses about the movements of the Qigrin clan, but I want more accurate information to save time. I I think you can tell me," Lan said.
Gabo gave a bitter smile: "I am a Siegelin, Mr. Duke."
Lann shook his head: "You came back to build Mahakam, Gabo. We have been getting along very well so far, so I have some words. I can also communicate with you sincerely - how much damage do you think the current actions of the Zigrin clan will have on Mahakam?" "
To say the least, even if you put the interests of the clan before Mahakam, do you think it will harm Mahakam? It is acceptable for Hakan to strengthen Zygrin. But do you really think this operation is beneficial to Zygrin?"
When he first heard this story in his previous life, Lan felt that Zygrin's dwarves were not very smart. make. This act of slaughtering a whole family of compatriots with different surnames is useless except to vent temporary anger, and may even cause endless troubles.
Especially in a country with a system like Mahakam, there is no way to escape. It would be great if I could really get some benefits from this operation to strengthen myself, but the problem is no.
"I once visited several scholars studying sociology, philosophy, and anthropology in Cowburg, and they came up with a very interesting term - 'group polarization'." Lane said slowly, "This theory holds that When many individuals gather to form a group, the decisions they make tend to be more extreme. Either extremely risky or extremely conservative; either extremely kind or extremely evil." "Many individuals will be confused when they think alone
. Plans that you hate are often adopted when you become a group. Gabo, you seem to be stuck in this dilemma." "You are the
only dwarf in the tent now, so Gabo, I need you to think about it again. ——Do you really want to let things happen like this? Do you really think Mahakam and the compatriots of the Zigrin clan should bear the consequences of this incident?" Lann started looking at Gabo's face
. Struggling, his body began to tremble.
"You are not an ignorant person, Gabo. You should be able to figure out these reasons easily. You may be dragged down by the clan's thinking, or some other matters related to 'honor'. I only hope that you can use your usual Think rationally and clearly again."
A Cintra guard came from outside the tent and shouted to Lan: "Your Majesty, the troops have been assembled!"
Lan glanced at Gabo, who was still shaking. , shook his head. He had a good impression of this dwarf, but it was all spent now.
His body began to glow with amber light, and he turned around and ordered: "Geralt, take our people to the dam next to the Pond of Davor. I suspect that Sieglin plans to blow up the dam to kill people in the mine. Fuchs is gathering supplies inside. There is no need to have a direct conflict with them, just delay. I have to go there first..." "
You are right, Your Majesty the Duke." Gabo suddenly said, "They do plan to Blow up the dam."
The light on Lann's body gradually extinguished and he stopped using the [Teleport] skill. Everyone in the tent turned their attention to Gabo.
"We have spies who have been observing Fuchs. The patriarch knows about your plan to blow up the dam and flood the bottomless pit of Davor. He plans to use the same method to kill Fuchs who is currently gathering the mess inside, and then disguise himself as a monster to fight back. Illusion."
Gabo sighed a lot today: "As wise as you are, you have already guessed their plan. What else does the Lion of Sintra not know?" "Can you say this
? Those words are a surprise to me." Lann's idea has been verified, and his subsequent actions will be more efficient. "Do you want to come together?" Gabo nodded heavily, he had been convinced by Lann
. But then he shook his head again, and said in Lan's surprised eyes:
"Apart from me, there are many young people in the clan who have not acted together with the clan leader. They are all good guys, but they have no backbone, and now they even Being labeled a 'softie' and confused at home. I would like to ask you to wait a moment and let me summon them to clean up the clan leader's mess. Siegelin...is not that kind of Siegelin!" These
words It was really a surprise to Lann. Now it seems that Cintra will still be able to obtain the power of Fuchs and Zigrin at the same time.
"Okay." Lann nodded slightly, "But we are pressed for time."
Gabo rushed out of the tent like a small steel cannon. This dwarf, who has a great reputation in the Zigrin clan and even the entire Mahakam, shouted from a distance: "Yes. I'll summon them, they can roll faster than Sharma!"
After checking his weapons, Geralt walked out of the tent and stood next to Lan, taking a deep breath of the icy night wind.
"So are we going to side with Fuchs this time? Or should Fuchs and the 'small part of Zygrin' fight against the 'majority of Zygrin'?" Geralt said, "To what extent? Geralt
said as he touched the hilt of his sword, looking worried. He knew that even if their actions at the moment would be thanked by Fuchs, they would never be recognized by Mahakam. Once the sword was drawn and involved, it might be difficult for them to go to other clans in the future.
"No." Lann shook his head, "As I said at the beginning, we cannot stand on either side of Fuchs or Zyglin. No matter who is right or wrong - we can only stand on the side of the dwarves. Side."
Lann said, his whole body lit up with amber light again: "You lead the team, don't break out conflicts with either side, just delay. I will go to Carbon Mountain first." "After all, this
is not Xint. It’s not a matter of La, but a matter of Mahakam.”
——Next
to the Davor Pool, the dam.
The night was dark and windy, with no stars visible. The temperature seems to have returned from early spring to the cold winter. If you stand still and don't move your hands and feet, you will feel that your blood vessels will be frozen after just a dozen breaths.
The channel dug by the Fuchs clan to divert the water was covered with a thick layer of ice, and it was the river water that was diverted from the Pond of Davor. Before the Fuchs clan had time to calm down the commotion they had caused, the main force of their clan was now racing against time to fight in the bottomless pit.
At this time, members of the Ziegeling clan came to the dam.
Chief Zyglin looked up at the strange sight of a dozen meters high, like a small iceberg filling the gap in the dam, and couldn't help but sigh:
"The lions of Sintra... are really spectacular. If I can share the pain with such a person, It would be nice to drink Mahakam ale."
Group after group of well-armed dwarves unloaded things from the train, and carefully stacked the things under the solid ice with serious faces.
Chief Siegelin involuntarily took a step back and said with a smile: "But it's all thanks to him. You know, ice is much easier to explode than dams..." The
Siegelin clan also has mineral veins. Although it is not as rich in resources as the bottomless pit of Davor in the past, it is still There are quite a few. Mining naturally requires explosives, and their warehouse is not occupied by monsters like the unlucky Fuchs.
After setting up the explosives and leaving behind the detonators, Chief Ziglin retreated into the distance with the remaining dwarves.
However -
"Who are you... Damn it, it's Siegelin! And there are so many Siegelin!"
Not all people in the Fuchs clan are in the bottomless pit. There are also vigilant patrols and organizers transporting them from the hole. The tents of the people who came out with supplies are all on the surface.
Seeing these sneaky Zeiglins at this moment, Fuchs immediately smelled the smell of conspiracy. Without hesitation, he started calling loudly to his companions, turned around and ran away.
The shrill and rough voice spread far away in the darkness, and soon other voices began to respond, getting closer and closer.
"Fuchs, whose brain has been hammered, is less courageous than a mouse!" Chief Ziglin was furious.
It is no longer possible to complete all of this silently, and we can only do it without stopping.
"The main force of Fuchs is still under the bottomless pit, and the plan continues. As for those on the surface..." Chief Qieglin tightened the weapon in his hand, "Let them first taste the hatred Qieglin has accumulated over hundreds of years. Fury!"
The axes and warhammers of the two dwarf clans collided in the dark night, bursting out with dazzling sparks. Mahakam has been secluded for centuries. There have been battles between dwarves and monsters, dwarves and red dragons, but there has never been such a large-scale battle between dwarves and dwarves.
The large number of Ziegelin clan easily killed the Fuchs who came over. After all, they were well prepared.
When Geralt arrived, the battle had been going on for a while. The Fuchs clan continued to gather from the darkness, but they were retreating steadily, and the corpses of dwarves could be seen everywhere on the ground.
There were Fuchs's and Zygrin's, axes embedded in shields, hammers chiseled into armor. The dwarves, who had been hostile for centuries, could only be so peaceful in death.
"Mr. Geralt?" the Cintra cavalry asked the white wolf in a low voice, waiting for instructions.
"Lan said it lightly. How can we stop this? It's already a fight to the death." Geralt gritted his teeth, "But Lann wants to delay time. He has to delay time... These dwarves are the ones who will take care of him in the future. The soldiers returning to Cintra..."
Geralt took a deep breath, touched the alchemy backpack with his left hand, and pulled out a bottle of [Tawny Owl].
He bit open the sealing wax with an expressionless expression and drank the potion in one gulp. The face under his head of silver hair looked even paler, and black meridians extended from the eye sockets to all sides.
After doing all this, Geralt patted the war horse on his crotch.
Heifeng snorted and excitedly widened his amber vertical pupils like Geralt. Apart from Lann, there are only two people who can ride Black Wind, one is Ciri and the other is Geralt.
This is not the first time that Black Wind has cooperated with Geralt. The last time was when Lann was still a mortal fighting against the gryphon. Black Wind rescued Geralt who had just woken up from a coma from the Forest of Brokilon. Lane.
"Heifeng, rush in and create a gap for me, but remember to protect yourself."
The horse turned its ears intelligently and began to lower its body. Geralt turned back to Cintra and ordered: "I will separate them briefly in a while, and then you step in to form a circle to separate the two sides for as long as possible. Be careful not to stain the sword with blood, but you must You want to ensure your own safety, do you understand?"
The Cintra cavalry agreed.
The next second, a wolf-sect demon hunter riding a griffin school demon-hunting horse turned into a violent wind and rushed into the battlefield.
The impact of the black wind far exceeded that of ordinary chariots, but it restrained itself from colliding with any dwarves head-on. Instead, it used its armor to scratch the shields and armor of those dwarves from a distance. Even in this way, everyone who came into contact with it was touched. Its dwarf warriors flew backwards.
They soon approached the center of the battlefield.
Geralt had already loosened the stirrups and squatted sideways on the saddle. Upon seeing this, he immediately jumped up, using the impact of the black wind to pass over the dwarf's head, and raised his hand to shoot a string of cone-shaped flames toward the sky.
[Igni Seal]
The fire in the night sky immediately attracted everyone's attention. Except for the dwarf in the center who had already fought hand to hand to kill the red-eyed dwarf, the other dwarves involuntarily slowed down and looked at the demon hunter who suddenly intervened in the battlefield in bewilderment. people.
But Geralt remained unabated and ran headlong into the dwarf battle group.
He is not Lan, and going deep into a battlefield of this intensity is life-threatening. Because of this, his movements were particularly smooth and coherent. After landing, he kept hitting the ground with his rolling momentum, and purple magic circles rose up on the ground one after another.
[Sign of Arden]
Geralt's Seal of Arden is not as large as Lan's, covering up to four or five dwarves at a time. But the strength is not enough, so let the quantity come together.
Circular halos enveloped the battlefield, and nearly a hundred dwarves were clung to their bodies by the purple light. They held their axes and warhammers high in slow motion.
Geralt raised his left hand, and his body began to rotate slowly and evenly like a windmill. At the same time, his right hand once again took out a bottle of [Tawny Owl] from the backpack bag on his chest.
The magic power that had dried up slightly due to the continuous activation of the seals slightly recovered. Drinking two bottles of magic potion in a row made Geralt's eyes darker than the night sky. He could already hear his own pulse beating wildly in his veins like a war drum. beat.
Next comes the tough battle. he thought.
A white hazy halo rose from Geralt's hand, which was far richer than the fluctuations produced by ordinary demon hunters when they cast this seal. At the same time, directly in front of Geralt, there were two dwarves whose heads were shrouded in elements of the same color.
[Axxi Sign·Doll Master]
"Back off!" Geralt roared.
The full moon hangs high and the white wolf roars.
(End of chapter)