"You have to know, Gabor. If things continue to develop like this, even if I leave Zieglin now, I will be inseparable from Zieglin in the future." Lan looked down at Gabor with a cold tone.

"You have dragged me into this, or rather, you have schemed against me."

Gabo stopped talking, while Lann gave orders and began to assemble his soldiers, asking everyone to be ready.

There were figures moving around outside the house, but they did not attract the attention of the Sieglin dwarves. The entire gathering place of their clan seemed to be mostly empty. Obviously, no matter what they were going to do tonight, they had already set out.

Gabo neither continued to persuade Lann nor tried to run out to inform him, but just stood there. He seemed to regard Lann's tent as a prison to isolate himself from the outside world.

Lann recalled that his time with Gabo over the past few days was actually quite pleasant. Moreover, Gabo had been worried and reluctant since he first appeared, and seemed to be against the clan's actions; but the dwarf clan culture was much closer than the family in human society, and the dwarf was still tied up after all.

Lan thought about it, and before leaving, he went up to Gabo and said, "I heard that there are only two types of dwarves who return to Mahakam after leaving human society: one type is those who return to Mahakam because they are bullied and discriminated against in human society and cannot gain a foothold; the other type is those who have seen the plight of dwarves in human society and want to return to their hometown to build Mahakam and make their race and country stronger. Gabo, you are obviously the latter."

Gabor's figure moved slightly and he sighed: "Lord Lannister, what's the point of you saying this now?"

"I have some guesses about the movements of the Ziglin clan, but I want more accurate information to save time. I think you can tell me." Lann said.

Gabo gave a bitter smile: "I am a Sieglin, Mr. Duke."

Lann shook his head. "You returned to build Mahakam, Gabo. We have been getting along very well so far, so I can communicate with you sincerely about some things. How much damage do you think the Sieglin clan's actions will cause to Mahakam?"

"Let's take a step back. Even if you put the interests of the clan before Mahakam, and think it's acceptable to harm Mahakam to strengthen Zigrin, do you really think this action will benefit Zigrin?"

When Lann first heard this story in his previous life, he felt that the dwarves of Sieglin were not very smart. This act of slaughtering an entire family of a different surname was useless except for venting anger for a moment, and it could even cause endless trouble.

Especially in a country like Mahakam, there is no way to escape. It would be nice if I could gain some benefits from this action, but the problem is that there is none.

"I once visited several scholars in Niubao who studied sociology, philosophy, and anthropology. They proposed a very interesting term - 'group polarization'," Lane said slowly. "This theory holds that when many individuals gather into a group, the decisions they make are often more likely to develop towards extremes. They can be either extremely adventurous or extremely conservative; either extremely kind or extremely evil."

"Many plans that would be abhorred by a single individual thinking alone are often approved by a group. Gabor, you seem to be 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 this happen? Do you really think that Mahakam and the people of the Sieglin clan should bear the consequences of this incident?"

Lane watched as Gabo’s face began to struggle and his body began to tremble.

"You are not an unreasonable person, Gabo. You should be able to understand these principles easily. You may be dragged down by the clan's thinking, or some other things related to 'honor'. I just hope that you can use your normal thinking to think rationally and clearly again."

A guard from Cintra came over from outside the tent and shouted to Lan, "My Lord Duke, the troops have been assembled!"

Lan looked at Gabo, who was still shaking, and shook his head. He had a good impression of the dwarf, but now it was exhausted.

His body began to glow with an amber glow. He turned around and ordered, "Geralt, take our people to the dam next to the Davor Pond. I suspect Sieglin plans to blow up the dam to kill Fuchs who is collecting supplies in the mine. There's no need to engage in a head-on conflict with them. Just buy time. I need to go there first..."

"You are right, Your Excellency." Gabo suddenly said, "They do intend 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 clan leader knows about your move to blow up the dam and flood the Davor Abyss. He plans to use the same method to capture Fuchs who are now collecting the pieces in there, and then disguise it as a counterattack by the monsters."

Gabo sighed a lot today: "As wise as you are, you have already guessed their plan. Is there anything else that the Lion of Cintra doesn't know?"

"It's a surprise to me that you can say this." Lan's idea was verified, and the subsequent actions would be more efficient. "Do you want to come with us?"

Gabo nodded heavily. He had been convinced by Lan. But then he shook his head again and said in Lan's surprised eyes:

"Besides me, there are many young people in the tribe who have not acted with the tribe leader. They are all good guys, but they have no backbone. Now they are even labeled as 'softies' and are confused at home. I would like to ask you to wait for a moment, let me gather them together to clean up the mess made by the tribe leader. Sieglin... not that kind of Sieglin!"

These words really surprised Lann. It seemed that Cintra would still be able to obtain the power of Fuchs and Sieglin at the same time.

"Okay." Lan nodded slightly, "But we are pressed for time."

Gabo rushed out of the tent like a cannon. This dwarf, who was well-known in the Ziglin clan and even in the entire Mahakam, shouted from afar: "I'll gather them. They're faster than Sharma can roll!"

Geralt checked his weapons, walked out of the tent and stood beside Lann, taking a deep breath of the cold night air.

“So we’re on Fuchs’ side this time? Or Fuchs and ‘a small part of Sieglin’ against ‘most of Sieglin’?” Geralt asked. “To what extent?”

Geralt touched the hilt of his sword, looking worried. He knew that even if Fuchs would thank them for what they did, Mahakam would never recognize it. Once they got involved in the sword-drawing, it would be difficult for them to go to other clans.

"No." Lann shook his head. "Like I said at the beginning, we can't stand on the side of either Fuchs or Sieglin. No matter who is right or wrong, we can only stand on the side of the dwarves."

Lann said, his whole body glowing with amber light again: "You lead the team, don't get into conflict with any side, just delay the time. I'll go to Tanshan first."

"After all, this is not a matter of Cintra, but of Mahakam."

…

The dam next to the Davor Pond.

The night was dark and windy, with no stars in sight. The temperature seemed to have retreated from early spring to winter, and if you stood there without moving your hands or feet, you would feel your blood vessels freezing after just a dozen breaths.

The channel dug by the Fuchs clan was covered with a thick layer of ice. The water was drained from the Davor Pond. The Fuchs clan had not had time to calm down the commotion they had made. The main force of their entire clan was now fighting against time in the bottomless pit.

The Sieglin clan arrived at the dam at this time.

Chief Zieglin looked up at the wonder of a small iceberg more than ten meters high filling the gap in the dam, and couldn't help but sigh:

"The Lion of Cintra... is truly magnificent. How wonderful it would be to drink Mahakam ale with such a man."

Team after team of fully armed dwarves were unloading something from the train, with serious faces as they carefully piled the things under the solid ice.

Chief Zieglin took a step back involuntarily and said with a smile: "But it's all thanks to him. You know, ice is much easier to blow up than a dam..."

The Sieglin clan also had mineral veins, although not as rich as the Davor Abyss, but still quite a lot. Mining naturally required explosives, and their warehouses were not occupied by monsters like the unlucky Fuchs.

After setting up the explosives and leaving someone behind to detonate them, Chief Sieglin led the remaining dwarves and retreated into the distance.

However--

"Who are you... Damn it, it's Sieglin! And there are so many of them!"

Not all members of the Fuchs clan are in the bottomless pit. There are also patrol teams on guard and people sorting out the supplies brought out of the cave. Their tents are also on the surface.

Seeing these sneaky Sieglins at this moment, Fuchs immediately smelled a conspiracy. Without hesitation, he began to call his companions loudly and turned around and ran.

The shrill and rough voice echoed far away in the darkness, and soon other voices began to respond, and they were getting closer and closer.

"Fux is a man with a hammer in his brain and is more timid than a mouse!" Chief Sieglin was furious.

It is no longer possible to accomplish all this silently, the only option is to go all out.

"The main force of Fuchs is still under the bottomless pit, so the plan will continue. As for those on the surface..." Chief Sieglin tightened his weapon, "Let them first have a taste of the anger that Sieglin has accumulated over hundreds of years of hatred!"

The axes and hammers of the two dwarf clans collided in the dark night, emitting dazzling sparks. Mahakam had been isolated for centuries, and battles had broken out before, between dwarves and monsters, dwarves and red dragons, but never a battle as large-scale as this one between dwarves.

The large number of Sieglin clansmen easily killed Fuchs who came over, after all, they came prepared.

When Geralt arrived, the battle had been going on for quite a while. Clan Fux continued to gather from the darkness, but they were defeated one after another, and the bodies of dwarves were everywhere on the ground.

There were Fuchs's and Sieglin's, axes embedded in shields and hammers gouged into armor. The dwarves, who had been enemies for centuries, could only be so peaceful in death.

"Mr. Geralt?" The Cintra cavalryman asked White Wolf in a low voice, waiting for instructions.

"That's easy for Lan. How can we stop this? It's already a situation where there's no end in sight." Geralt gritted his teeth, "But Lan wants to delay time, delay time... These dwarves are the soldiers that will be taken back to Cintra in the future..."

Geralt took a deep breath, touched the alchemy backpack on his body with his left hand, and pulled out a bottle of [Tawny Owl].

He bit open the wax seal expressionlessly and drank the potion in one gulp. His face looked even paler under his silver hair, and black veins extended from his eye sockets to the surrounding areas.

After doing all this, Geralt patted his horse.

Black Wind snorted and excitedly widened his amber pupils, which were the same as Geralt's. Besides Lann, there were only two people who could ride Black Wind, one was Ciri, and the other was Geralt.

This is not the first time that Blackwind has cooperated with Geralt. The last time was when Lann was still a mortal fighting against the griffins. Blackwind carried Geralt, who had just awakened from a coma, out of the Forest of Brokilon to rescue Lann.

"Heifeng, rush in and help me create an opening, but remember to protect yourself."

The horse turned its ears intelligently and began to lower its body. Geralt turned back and said to Cintra, "I will separate them briefly, and then you will step in and form a circle to separate the two sides. Hold out as long as you can. Be careful not to stain your swords with blood, but you must also ensure your own safety. Do you understand?"

The Cintra cavalry responded with a roar.

The next second, the Wolf School Demon Hunter rode on the Griffin School Demon Hunter Horse and turned into a whirlwind and rushed into the battlefield.

The impact force of the Black Wind far exceeded that of an ordinary chariot, but it was quite restrained and did not collide head-on with any dwarf. Instead, it used its armor to scrape the dwarves' shields and armor from a distance, causing every dwarf warrior who came into contact with it to fly backwards.

They soon approached the center of the battlefield.

Geralt had already let go of the stirrup and was crouching sideways on the saddle. He immediately jumped up, using the impact of the black wind to fly over the dwarf's head, and raised his hand to shoot a cone of flames into the sky.

【Igni Seal】

The fire in the night sky immediately attracted everyone's attention. Except for the dwarf in the center who was already engaged in close combat, the other dwarves couldn't help but slow down their pace, looking at the witcher who suddenly intervened in the battlefield with doubt and surprise.

Geralt continued to move forward and ran headlong into the dwarf battle group.

He was not Lann, and going deep into a battlefield of this intensity would be life-threatening. That was why his movements were exceptionally smooth and coherent. After landing, he used the momentum of rolling to slap the ground, and purple magic circles rose up from the ground one after another.

【Seal of Arden】

Geralt's Yarden Sign doesn't have as wide a range as Lann's, covering at most four or five dwarves at a time. But if it's not strong enough, then the numbers make up for it.

Circular halos enveloped the battlefield. Nearly a hundred dwarves had their bodies clinging to the purple light, and their axes and hammers raised high suddenly went into slow motion.

Geralt raised his left hand, and his body began to spin 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 on his chest.

The magic power that had been slightly depleted due to the continuous casting of spells recovered slightly. Drinking two bottles of potion in a row made Geralt's eyes turn darker than the night sky. He could already hear his pulse beating wildly in his blood vessels like a war drum.

The hard battle is coming, he thought.

A hazy white halo rose from Geralt's hand, which was much stronger than the fluctuations produced by ordinary demon hunters when they cast the sigils. At the same time, the heads of two dwarves in front of Geralt were also covered by the same color element.

[Axil Seal·Doll Master]

"Retreat!" Geralt roared.

The full moon hangs high in the sky and the white wolf is howling.