After a night's rest at Häenkawich Castle, the three of them set off again.

They followed the trajectory marked on the map.

The mountains are endless, making them feel like they are climbing the waves of the ocean.

Mentos calculated a path that would give them the highest chance of discovering the dwarven settlements that inhabit the Amer Mountains.

Calculations are efficient and useful.

The day after they set off again, they found traces of the target of their trip in the snow.

Although the high altitude of the Amer Mountains keeps the snow from melting all year round, the exposed rocks and soil do not turn the surface completely white.

So here, there is no need for Lane and Gerd to prepare for snow blindness.

At this moment, two witchers and a high-ranking vampire crouched on a high position on a hillside and looked down.

"Whew~ I found it."

Lan En whistled a little lightly.

Below their field of vision, a group of short, stocky figures were methodically walking along the mountain path.

They were all dressed in white cloaks, the same color as the snow.

But as they walked, a different hue would emerge under the cloak.

It was a forged metallic gray, a crossbow handle with a moisture-resistant paint, and a cooked leather reflective.

"The whole body armor is sturdy plate armor, tsk, shiny tile. They're not witchers, and they probably have good cotton armor inside to keep their temperature. Look at the texture of the crossbow, solid and strong! It's a small head, but it's not cheaper to set up a human knight! ”

Lan's [Vision] allowed him to see a lot of details.

On the other side, Regis closed his eyes and sniffed, and said slowly.

"Oh, the smell of spirits, the smell of iron filings, the smell of body odor What else could it be but a dwarf?"

The sense of smell of a high-level vampire is already considered a supernatural ability, more exaggerated than that of a witcher.

Gede watched speechlessly as the two men each got the information, and he didn't know anything.

At this distance, the hearing of ordinary witchers is not very useful, and the sense of smell is also not easy to use because of the low temperature, which causes the diffusion efficiency of gas molecules to be very poor.

"Okay, what are you talking about?"

He stuffed the hem of his cotton armor into his arms again, squatted on the ground and chrysalis twice, and sniffed.

"So what do we say next? Follow their traces? ”

Regis's gaze was on Ran's body with him.

The young man looked at the dwarven patrol below, frowning and thinking for a moment.

The traces of a group of dwarven patrols are too easy for witchers to track.

He could easily follow the dwarves to their resting place, or all the way to their settlement.

But after a moment, Lan shook his head.

"We came here to find the blueprints of the grandmaster-level equipment, either to ask this group of dwarves to help, and at the very least, to pay for business. What's the deal with appearing directly in a settlement in the mountains without saying hello? Is the bad guy coming? ”

Lan raised his chin at the other two.

"I didn't knock on the door and went straight to your bedroom and said I wanted to talk to you, what would you do to me?"

"Then I think we can really talk."

"I'll pull out my sword first, and then put a [Quinn Law Seal] on myself before I speak."

The response of the two people was quick and without the slightest hesitation.

"That's it." Lan En spread his hands, then straightened up and took a step forward. I slid down the slope.

"You have to say hello before making friends!"

His voice was still on the slope, but the man was gone.

Regis and Gerd looked at each other, then shrugged helplessly and slid down.

"Pengke, look at it!"

In a team of five dwarven patrols, one of the dwarves next to the leader carried a hammer the size of a human head behind his back, and he glanced at the hillside next to him during his inspection, and his originally calm eyes suddenly widened, and he grabbed the leader's cloak!

The dwarf named Penco carried a large, heavy bow and crossbow.

He turned his head and saw three figures gliding down the snow-white hillside.

He immediately picked up the crossbow behind his back and put it away.

"Be on guard! Alert! ”

The dwarven leader shouted at the top of his voice. Spit splattered from his mouth, and the spit splashed all the way to his long, flying beard.

Five dwarves, two hand-held crossbows in addition to the captain's crossbow.

None of them had shields, and they were all armed with two-handed hammers, or twin axes.

The dwarves' generally high level of armor gave them the confidence to adopt this mode of equipment.

Like small iron piers, they rushed into the enemy and turned around like a steel spinning top with a blade.

The dwarves of the patrol, their fingers holding their weapons loosened and clenched, their wheezing growing thicker and thicker, a physiological phenomenon caused by the elevated adrenaline before entering the battle.

In severe cases, it may even cause the trigger to be accidentally triggered and the arrows on the crossbow will be fired due to trembling.

But luckily, before the dwarven patrols could react further, Lane stopped.

"Whoa!"

When sliding down the slope, Lan En was half-lying on the snow and sliding down, and when he wanted to stop, he only needed to push his waist to get himself up.

"Stop there! Don't move! ”

Penko held his crossbow to the side of his face and spewed fierce saliva at Lanen, the heat in his mouth turning into a thick fog on the snowy mountains.

"Otherwise, I'll use this arrow to poke a hole in your face!"

"Calm down, man." Lan En spread his hands and signaled that he was neither threatening nor hostile. "I've stopped."

Lann's sensitivity to the subtle atmosphere of the crowd helped again.

His expression, tone, and movements didn't make these dwarves who suddenly found strangers more nervous.

Retis and Gerd did the same, following Rann with their hands spread out, standing on either side of him.

The situation was stalemate for a while, but it wasn't a bad thing, it was the time that Lane had deliberately set aside.

The startled dwarven patrols relaxed their nerves a little and calmed their breathing in the moment.

At least they won't accidentally touch the trigger now.

"I'm a friend of Sileton Giancardi."

The young man threw out the paper that had been clipped between his fingers, which he had written to him in the previous meeting.

"The devil knows whose friend you are!" One of the dwarves in the line said viciously, "Stand away." Hold still, let us see. ”

But Peng Ke, who was in the lead, scanned the whole body of the three after calming down his excitement.

Then, without touching the note that Lan threw out, he was the first to let go of the hand holding the trigger.

"Be quiet, Brin." This time, he focused on Lane and Gerd, then hesitated to command.

"Maybe they are friends indeed?"

He was a little unsure of what he was saying.

And Rann noticed that his gaze was mainly swept over the necklaces of the roaring bear's heads around the necks of the two witchers.

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