Vol 2 Chapter 187: ·The giant struck

Walking on the road, Geralt couldn't help but looked strangely at Hydera.
As Geralt said, Waltheim, the dwarf kingdom, is located underground, and is one of several countries attached to the roots of the world’s trees. There is no stable transportation tool during this long journey. It is impossible for human feet to have three or four months alone... Even if there is a fast horse, it will have to stop for a while in the snowstorm. Otherwise, in the furious north wind, the sharp snowflakes mixed with the fierce Warcraft can easily devour a powerful warrior.
Geralt had also wondered if Hydera would summon a horse, but implementing Geralt's expectations, Hydera directly constructed a pure white horse from the snow everywhere... Only Geralt got better, and even the horse named Luolu on the side of Geralt looked at the horse made of snow under Hydera's crotch from time to time. I am different...
With confusion, Geralt raised his doubts. As for Geralt's question, Hydera did not hide anything, and said bluntly: "I am not a Nordic, but a Spartan."
After hearing this, Geralt nodded suddenly.
To the Nordic people nowadays, Sparta on the other side of the border is just like the American continent to the Spanish in the sixteenth century, and the Internet to the stock market in the early twentieth century. Things and wealth.
"Speaking of that, many of the missions of the Chamber of Commerce recently went to Sparta."
"To Sparta?"
Nodding, Geralt took out a sip of water and took a sip, then continued: "Sparta has become synonymous with hope under the bragging of businessmen. You can also see the Nordic environment, the land is barren, It is covered in the cold winter in the middle and half of the year. Only the eastern part of Jodenheim is slightly warmer. Famine, war, and people do everything to survive."
"And Sparta is different, full of food, warm seasons, bright civilizations..." Raising the water sac in his hand, Geralt continued: "Many thugs also like Sparta, but they lead to Sparta Bada’s Boundary Gate is guarded by night watchmen—a group of murderous, non-blinking guys, plus Odin the Lord in order to maintain the normal trade between the two worlds, so they can only target the merchants who are going to the boundary gate The body of the team. During the time the boundary gate was open, 70% of the work I took was escorting the caravan to the boundary gate. When the boundary gate reached the other side, there was no need... I can hardly imagine , Why did you Sparta not even have a thug."
Heard did not answer, but shrugged shoulders indifferently.
For outsiders, it is natural to feel unbelievable for the peace of Sparta...there is no other but spiritual network. People are afraid of loneliness, and once they have betrayed Sparta, it is equivalent to being expelled from the spiritual network. This is an unbearable thing in itself... Coupled with Spartan's perfect social welfare, as well as a highly concentrated public honor, a sense of belonging. Spartan is called a ghost if there will be a thug.
"Speaking of it, why did you go to Waltheim?"
As he said, Geralt looked at Hydera next to him with curiosity, adding: "Of course, if it's inconvenient, I'll say nothing."
Shaking his head, Hydera replied calmly: "It's not an important thing, just to find a dwarf king to build a handy weapon."
Hearing this, Geralt froze a little, then blinked and said, "The weapon at your disposal? If it is only the weapon at your disposal, you can go to the nearby main city. In general, the blacksmith shops you fight will have dwarves. There, although not as good as the dwarf king, the quality is still very good."
With that said, Geralt pulled out the silver blade behind his back.
"My silver sword was cast by the dwarves in the blacksmith's shop of Lindong City. No matter the casting process, the materials used, or the Rune runes engraved on it are superb."
After hearing this, Hydera glanced at the silver sword in Geralt's hands... I have to admire the Nordic foundry industry. Although it was only built by the dwarf blacksmith, it is definitely a fine product. According to Hydera's visual inspection, whether it is sharpness or the runes engraved on it, under the same materials, it should be several grades better than Spartan weapons. If the Spartan craftsmen can stimulate the ore's ability to 80%, then the dwarf blacksmiths can match each other through the understanding of the minerals and superimpose the increase of the rune of Lun to play a 120% Ten effects.
If Hedra remembered correctly, in Greek mythology, the rise of craftsmen should be due to Hephaestus. In some · a · · · Chuan said, the Vulcan mine spear Zeus, Hades double-stranded fork, Poseidon's trident, the sun Helios (Apollo was the of light and prophecy, but In the late mythology Apollo replaced Helios). The sun cars were cast by Hephaestus.
Hephaestus is a child of Zeus and Hera, and it is not said whether his craftsmanship can be compared to the "woman's beard, stone roots, cat footsteps". A dwarf who can be cast into a chain, his identity alone cannot make him cast anything for Hydera...and even if he cast Hydera, it will not be used, because if the craftsmen from enemy forces cast weapons, if they are in What kind of organ is put on it, but there is no place to cry even cry...
Looking at Hydera, just as Geralt was about to say something, a huge roar suddenly rose from the forest beside him.
The roar shattered the snow covering the trees, accompanied by a dull footsteps, a group of giants about seven meters tall, just a rooted tree rushed towards the direction of Hydera and others, Judging from the saliva and hungry eyes flowing from the corners of their mouths, it is clear that they have been hungry for a while.
Upon seeing this, Geralt's face also became serious, squeezing the silver sword in his hand, staring at the giant intently, and quickly said: "There are too many, this time, it is not a matter of not adding money Now!"
However, before waiting for Geralt's words to fall, the next moment, a white figure flashed in the corners of his eyes.
It's Gandalf!
With one hand holding the staff of the staff, one hand fell on the top of the staff, and then Gandalf slowly pulled out a long, sharp white blade from the staff of the staff.