The Divine Hunter

  Chapter 63 Squirrel Party

  After a few more drinks, there was a hint of drunkenness on the dwarf’s face.

  Roy’s questions are becoming more casual, seemingly unrelated.

"I heard that Mahakam not only lives with dwarves, but also a large number of goblins, but since entering Carbon Mountain, I haven't seen a goblin. What is the reason?" Goblins are the oldest race in the world, with a stature The dwarves are shorter, but the craftsmanship is better than that of the dwarves.

"A dozen years ago, Mahakam still lived with a group of goblins... They were not big, and their tempers were more violent than the other, but metallurgy and forging craftsmanship have nothing to say." The dwarf stroked his beard, and the color of memory appeared in his dark eyes, "but later They all moved away. I heard they moved to the Tyre Tosha Mountains, the true base camp of the goblins. The specific reason is not clear, maybe the elder knows."

  It is a pity that the young man has a heart, and can only wait for the opportunity to meet the legendary species again.

   "By the way, Boss Reagan, Bernie, Dulu, and Diff, have you ever left Carbon Mountain? Have you seen a world other than Mahakam?"

"What's good outside the mountain?" Deve shook his head, his furry face was full of disdain, "Beverage, weapons, and women are inferior to Carbon Mountain, so why go out and suffer. Leaving Carbon Mountain means giving up his own house, without a house. How can I take a daughter-in-law? I don’t plan to go out anyway."

"You can't say it too absolute," Reagan put down his glass, with a hint of hope in his eyes, "In a few years, when I am 60 years old, I want to go out for a break, go to Brother Poly, and practice with Master Alpin. Wu Yi, it’s best to break into a famous place and return to Tanshan when that time comes. Why don’t you worry that no woman will give you a hug?"

  Dulu nodded, and the reflection of the wine glass in his eyes changed to a woman.

   Stuttering dwarf Bernie frowned and objected, "Outside...dangerous...robbers...cunning humans...there is...the squirrel party in the forest."

   Reagan suddenly covered his mouth, and Dulu and Deve also changed their faces.

  Roy heard the name of this organization for the second time, first from Seville Hogg's mouth and then Bernie. The former, as the nephew of the Great Elder of Carbon Mountain, and a dignified agent of Edsberg liquor, is well-informed, and it is not surprising to know the Squirrel Party.

  Ke Bernie, a small carbon mountain character, where did you hear about the Squirrel Party?

  As soon as he thought of this, he took a sip of strong alcohol. This time he did not cheat. After swallowing, a flush of red appeared on his face. Following Bernie’s words, he asked, "Have you seen the Squirrel Party?"

   "What squirrel party?" The dwarf shook his head, "You misheard the little brother, come on, let's continue drinking and care about the squirrel party and the mouse party."

"Boss Reagan, why not open up," Roy said half-truth, "I'm from Lower Posada in Aden, have you heard of it? Not far to the east is Baihua Valley. I knew there were a group of elves living in the valley. Because the blood feuds of the past generations have always regarded human beings as mortal enemies, they used various illegal means to attack humans in the north, stealing, looting, and killing one after another."

  "The originally loose extremist elves gradually formed an organization under the leadership of an elf warlock. Because they like to wear squirrel tails and tattoos on their bodies, they are called the squirrel party."

The ultimate goal of the Squirrel Party is to completely defeat humans in the north, establish a country of its own, and never be bullied and insulted by humans. In fact, most of the non-human races in the northern countries, especially the elves and elves, were humiliated in the slums and faced endless discrimination and oppression. Later, more and more chose to join the squirrel party and resisted.

  In addition to elves, some dwarves were also drawn in.

  "You are young, where do you know so much?" Reagan suddenly let go of Bernie's mouth, and the latter immediately stuck out his tongue, panting wildly.

   "The demon hunters always know a little bit better than ordinary people..." Roy smiled, "To some extent, the demon hunters are also non-human races, so we don't need to hide it from us."

The dwarf thought for a while before he replied, "Like most people in Carbon Mountain, we have never seen the Squirrel Party with our own eyes... What the group of people did violated the rules and regulations set by the elder, and is the target of Carbon Mountain's severe crackdown. ."

   "Whoever has a relationship with the Squirrel Party can only be driven away in a desperate manner!"

   "So, compared to the elves of the Squirrel Party, the elders are more humans?" Roy curiously asked.

"The Great Elder does not favor any party, just because humans can communicate, and the Squirrel Party is too paranoid, and wants to brainwash the dwarves of Carbon Mountain, so it is banned." The dwarf burped, "I know so much. , Let's continue drinking!"

  The other party did not want to say more, and Roy did not force it.

   After twenty cups, Reagan Dahlberg fell drunk on the table and snored, but his eyes were still clear and he was not drunk at all.

   "Well, three brothers, I won this game, right?"

"Okay, the boss capsized in the gutter and underestimated you." Diff looked at his stomach in surprise. He couldn't see the slightest ups and downs. He couldn't help but blurt out, "Could it be that your stomach is pretending to be in your stomach." A pocket of space?"

  Roy's heart twitched, thinking that the other party had guessed it.

   "Just kidding!" The dwarf suddenly shook his head again, "The Tanshan man speaks, and the boss's crossbow now belongs to you!"

   "It looks like you didn't drink to the fullest. Dare to continue to drink more? This time I will change it, and you will let you go to the latrine last time!"

  Roy looked around the three dwarves, their faces eager to try.

   "Why don't you dare? You know, after the mutation of the Demon Hunter, the amount of alcohol will increase tenfold, let you see and see today!"

  ...

  One hour later, three more drunks were sleeping in the cave.

The only people who can still sit are Roy and the stuttering dwarf with a flushed face and half awake opposite him, "Bernie, they all say you are stupid and can't speak clearly, but you are clearly the brains of the four brothers. The clear one."

   "Hey, have eyesight!" After this stammering and drunk, he stroked his **** miraculous manner.

   "Boss Reagan has never seen the Squirrel Party, you must have seen it." Roy asked with sharp eyes.

"I haven't seen it! I haven't seen it in the last year, hiccup..." The dwarf's flushed cheeks carried a drunken expression, "They used to wander in the deep forests with mine robbers and wild beasts, and Carbon Mountain is firmly on guard. ."

  "Wandering deep in the forest? You mean the forest of Mahakam?" Roy's tone trembled. He thought of the discussion with the Demon Hunter yesterday.

  But the dwarf grinned at him, showing two big front teeth, and fell asleep.

  Roy glanced over the four drunks, shook his head, took out the space of the crossbow "Blood Brothers", put it in front of Regan Dahlberg, and left the cave.

  This bow is of greater significance to Reagan, and the other party helped him a lot today, so it’s not in his favor.

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  (End of this chapter)