Chapter 109: On the Road, a Discussion with the Old Dwarf

"Roar, roar, roar, has our Knight Jier finally remembered this poor old man?"

When Jier slowed his horse and approached the ox cart leading the dwarf caravan, the fully armed old dwarf 'Iron Fist' sitting on the cart joked happily.

Jier also joked: "It's not that late, right? Look at the sun, oh, I think the day will still be very, very long; we have plenty of time to chat about what exactly happened these past few days."

He extended his right hand to gesture to the old man: "Why don't you tell me first what you heard in Yemei Town? I'm a bit curious how the people in town view the changes these days."

The old dwarf looked at Jier and groomed his precious beard with a small comb in his hand: "How do they view it? We dwarves naturally don't care much; we just do our own work. But we aren't blind, and our ears aren't deaf; we did see and hear the emotional changes of the humans around us."

"At first, everyone was pessimistic about the counterattack plan brought up by that little Young Master called Bell. After all, you know without me saying it that Yemei Town at that time was like a steam boiler about to explode; everyone was dissatisfied with the status quo, but no one had a suitable solution."

"That young man being able to propose a seemingly passable solution, no matter how simple or absurd it looked, was at least an effective plan. And being proposed by someone of his status and position, it counted as giving everyone a temporary glimmer of hope."

Jier nodded, signaling for the old dwarf to continue.

The expression on the old guy's face then changed, and it seemed there was some shock in it: "But then, the daylight that lasted all night in the north of the town really scared everyone in town. You don't know, at that time many people were even prepared to flee Yemei Town overnight. Even the shopkeeper of that Caimen Inn hinted to me carefully that he had relatives among the Town Guards guarding the city gates, though not the West Gate, but the East Gate. After escaping from the East Gate, one could cross the trench overnight and flee south."

"He knew we came from the south, and knew that the south, at least from Bitter Water Village southward, was a relatively safe place."

The old dwarf shook his head: "But later, all the churches in town were actively releasing news, letting everyone inside and outside the town know that the massive white light that descended from the sky—which could turn night into day—was a Divine Art prayed for by the Church Priests of the Sun God Church to your human Sun God."

His expression was somewhat intrigued: "Then the atmosphere in town changed all of a sudden. I can't say for sure what kind of change it was, a change I couldn't understand; in short, everyone who previously didn't look favorably upon the counterattack plan suddenly seemed to understand the counterattack plan you participated in better than that Bell kid himself. Ha!"

Jier also laughed along; he could imagine the scene.

"And then?" Jier asked next.

"Then? The few Merchant Guilds in town that originally supported the counterattack plan alone were said to be crowded the next day with young people wanting to join, and many people were waving lists of supplies, wanting to join those Merchant Guilds' frontline supply support operations. There were even more people from other Merchant Guilds holding money bags, wanting to join in temporarily. But everyone knew that was impossible by then."

"We dwarves have an old saying: You cannot wait until you want to drink water to think about digging a well."

The old dwarf shook his head: "The items can be accepted, but whether the names can remain on the supply list, no one knows. Probably from that time on, most people in town could be considered to have participated in the entire counterattack plan, or at least were revolving around this plan."

He concluded: "Everyone was craving a victory, especially for fear of being left behind by the victory while others took the opportunity to climb up. Compared to the people in the whole town, the Villagers outside the town performed much better. They were also afraid, but had nowhere to go; outside the trench were Monster parasites, and inside were the towering city walls. They could only unite together, either fearing or praying for the protection of your human gods."

"But fundamentally, they just wanted to return to their own homes, just like us. Isn't that bad? That's very good."

The old dwarf said with a sigh.

Afterward, the two continued to talk about the situation on Jier's side.

Jier told the old dwarf in detail about the various news and situations he had seen, done, and heard.

The old dwarf commented on the early content of the counterattack plan: "That Bell kid recognized your martial strength, but at first he wasn't sure if you would work for him wholeheartedly, so he had the key Xīběi direction guarded by troops he led himself."

"Therefore, even if the progress on the other two routes wasn't optimistic, at least as long as you moved slowly, you could slowly advance his counterattack plan. By grinding little by little, you could take those villages back by relying on the almost inexhaustible manpower advantage."

"But fortunately, you returned a report card that satisfied him, so after the northern route was blocked, he handed more tasks to you, pushing the plan in a way that was almost exploitative."

Jier complained helplessly: "So, if something is useful, you have to use it to death?"

The old dwarf was a bit surprised: "Isn't it? As part of the deal, did he eventually give you the corresponding reward?"

Jier thought of the Magic Materials that couldn't usually be bought, and nodded: "I am very satisfied with the final reward."

"Then that's it. I think you rarely encountered such an opportunity before, right? When there is a chance to make a big profit, remember, don't stop; you must make a big profit!"

Jier nodded, indicating he had remembered this advice.

Afterward, the old dwarf commented on the Sun God Church being blocked in the northern attack on Bitter Water Village: "Clearly, synthesizing the intelligence you obtained, the Evil God behind that Monster parasite at the time had discovered this counterattack force led mainly by the human Sun God Church—they were too ostentatious, too conspicuous."

"They had hatred between them, and when the situation was favorable to the Evil God at the time, it was very normal for It to choose to take revenge and vent Its hatred. Even later, because of your participation, those human Sun God Church Priests were saved, and that Evil God clearly didn't realize It would lose."

"After all, It is an Evil God whose true body is very far away, remotely controlling the local situation through some secret means. Under normal circumstances, even if the entire Momona Village was burned to the ground by an accidental fire and the entire invasion and chaos plan failed, Its losses would be very limited."

The old dwarf shook his head: "The terrifying Evil God who thought It had a ten-percent chance of winning, standing in the shadows and thinking It wouldn't fail, was actually targeted by Hunters located in even darker positions."

When Jier mentioned the Hunting God Church, the old dwarf looked at Jier deeply. This old dwarf immediately guessed that Jier had withheld some intelligence. After all, if Jier had no relationship with the Hunters of the Hunting God Church, why didn't those Church Hunters reveal their identities to help and guide him like they did with Bell, but instead sent assassins to sneak attack, intending to secretly kill Jier, this young man?

But Jier was unwilling to say, so the old dwarf didn't ask further.

Secrets are things that, when one more person knows, often mean they are no longer secrets.

"This Hunting God Church has very strong power." The old dwarf stroked his beard and pointed out a key point: "Listening to you, they don't seem to be specifically targeting this Evil God, right? After all, this Evil God can take action in many places; Its choosing Sasi County itself was an accidental and low-probability event."

"And the Hunting God Church temporarily changed the target of their Hunting, yet they still considered themselves capable of completing the Hunting plan, and they indeed did it."

The old dwarf sighed: "It's truly terrifying. Such a team could easily wipe a town like Yemei Town off the earth in one night. And such a team is actually a force directly possessed by your human Hunting God. Even if they don't usually gather for this 'Great Hunt' ritual, the power and convenience of this kind of Magic Arrow are a terrifying weapon. And such a terrifying weapon is in the hands of Priests and Hunters with excellent technology and experience."

"No wonder the Hunting God dares to Hunt other gods, treating such a thing that ordinary people wouldn't even dare to think about as a glorious Hunting activity held every ten years."

After the old dwarf finished speaking, he looked at Jier deeply, because he had already guessed that Jier, this young Knight, was not as ordinary as he looked. Behind him, there must be some god supporting him, which caused the Hunting God Church to select him as a target for Hunting.

At the same time, he remembered the night some time ago when Jier led a team to rescue the Villagers of Changmai Village from Babotali Valley. A battle full of mysteries broke out in Huitou Forest, with unknown combatants and unknown victory or defeat, but clearly of a very high combat level.

One side was mostly scouts of this Hunting God Church, and the other side was mostly Jier and the god behind him.

If Jier knew the old dwarf's thoughts at this moment, he would definitely be amused.

What is all this? It can't be said to be exactly the same; it could even be said to be completely different.

When Jier told the old dwarf about the process of Hunting the Alien Evil God with the Hunting God Church, this elderly dwarf couldn't help but be shocked: "You, you really did this kind of thing a few days ago?"

He muttered to himself: "Seal the space, restrict the god's Divine Power, and lure the god's true body to come. So, dealing with a god is actually this simple?"

"But how could it be done? How could a single Magic Arrow force a god's true body to be restrained through a space teleportation channel? And because of the capacity of the space teleportation channel, destroy the god's true body?"

The old dwarf felt that Jier was talking about something that violated common sense. His knowledge and experience made it impossible for him to imagine that a weapon of such power could be constrained on a tiny Arrow.

It's just like you, as readers, hearing that someone in the real world can make a hypersonic ballistic missile the size of a rifle bullet, and the power remains unchanged.

This is simply absurd!

But Jier is honest most of the time, especially when talking about things other than news related to himself; he basically never lies or exaggerates.

"Perhaps, behind a weapon of this power, there are some costs and constraints that we cannot see at work. Let me think, for example, it cannot exist for a long time? From the moment it is made to the moment the main body collapses, it might not even take a day."

The old dwarf guessed, while the other dwarves around could basically not interject; they could hardly understand such high-end topics.

"Or, it used very rare and high-end materials? I have seen those Church Hunters use a kind of Magic Arrow before, the power was very terrifying; it actually relied on burning the soul of life as the burning raw material." Jier added.

And at this moment, the old dwarf discovered that he had made some small errors in his judgment of Jier. To be able to witness such a feat, to be able to talk about these things calmly, and to explore the underlying principles of some of these weapons with him.

Jier, this human young man in his teens, clearly has a significant background.

You must know, the old dwarf is already a dwarf old guy of several hundred years. He grew up in a powerful family with real power within the Dwarf Kingdom. The knowledge he has learned and the wonders he has seen have already far exceeded the imagination of ordinary people, but with Jier, this young man, he always has the feeling of talking to someone who is equally knowledgeable.

Jier can always keep up with his thoughts and topics, whether it was the predicament the dwarf group faced in Babotali Valley, or the current discussion on what powerful means the Hunting God Church used to crusade against and Hunt gods.

"Perhaps; you likely won't ever get the real answers to these questions unless you go find someone from the Hunting God Church," the old Dwarf sighed.

"As for forcibly absorbing a deity's Divine Power, well, I do know of some methods that can produce similar effects. But they are all extremely vast and cumbersome to achieve such results. That is why the Magic Arrow technology of this Hunting God Church is truly outstanding. If only one could master such manufacturing techniques."

The old Dwarf sighed at the end; the Human civilization he had always looked down upon actually possessed technology that the ancient Dwarf civilization had not mastered.

Or perhaps the Dwarfs had similar technology, but he himself simply did not know of it.

As for the end of the Hunting of the Alien Evil God, the old Dwarf did not care much about that giant deity; it was nothing more than the Hunting God constantly monitoring the progress of the hunting squads under His command, and then making an appearance when the timing was right.

As for traveling on foot, that was a matter of necessity, as that first Magic Arrow had locked down the surrounding space at the time.

Speaking of this, the old Dwarf had some other guesses: "Perhaps the spatial Lock effect of that Magic Arrow was far more powerful than everyone imagined, to the point that it required the giant avatar of the Hunting God to travel from a very great distance."

He then asked Jier how long the ritual performed by the Priest and Hunters of the church to summon the deity had lasted, and carefully inquired about the data on the height and size of the giant deity that the members of the squad had seen with their own eyes.

After a period of calculation, he gave an answer that surprised everyone: "Jier, the Hunting God appeared at least over three hundred kilometers away and arrived at the scene quickly by traveling in a giant avatar form."

He shook his finger solemnly: "I am certain that the movement speed of the giant deity at that time must have exceeded the speed of sound, and at times, even exceeded it by a great deal."

Jier could hardly keep his composure; the people of the Hunting God Church had maintained the ritual for at least five minutes or so—five minutes, three hundred kilometers. This materialized giant of the deity was moving at a speed already exceeding three times the speed of sound.

However, if one considered the giant's massive size, this speed did not seem all that fast after all.

One wonders how fast such a giant avatar of a deity could move if it were traveling at full speed.

Jier could not help but imagine it.

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