Everyone was startled by Saskia's appearance. Just from the sound of the axe breaking through the wind, one could tell that the power was incredible. What level of battle had she been through?

The people of Cintra almost screamed when they saw Lann take the attack with his bare hands.

The Squirrel Party smiled. Saskia's posture showed that Tanshan was in battle. Their plan worked!

Lann shook his numb hands and looked Sakia up and down. He found that although the dragon girl had just swung her axe vigorously, she did not look in a mess and there was not even much blood on her body.

"Are you fighting? Who is the enemy? What's the situation at Carbon Mountain?"

…

Before sending Saskia to guard the ice giants, Lann briefly revealed to her some of his plans for the Scoia'tael.

At this moment, Miss Dragon Lady looked at the kneeling Squirrel Party and the Great Elder Broval who was obviously suppressing his anger, and almost blurted out "As you expected" to Lan.

After swallowing the words back into her throat and reorganizing them, Saskia took a breath and said, "In fact, we have already finished the fight."

"The young Ferenczi who escorted the Scoia'tael here acted as an insider. They released the Scoia'tael imprisoned in the dungeon, and then cooperated with the insiders and outsiders to release the Scoia'tael lurking outside the Carbon Mountain. It seems that they had planned this for a long time."

"They were shouting something strange like 'Make the Dwarves Great Again', as if they were trying to incite something. But the army at Carbon Mountain reacted quickly. The Barclay who received you was really good at leading troops. He dispersed the Scoia'tael in one encounter and forced them into a dead end."

"The veterans were unshaken by the Scoia'tael's slogans, and neither were the residents of Carbon Mountain. Some young people were ready to move at first, but were quickly dragged back to their homes by their parents. Then the parents came out with axes and armor on to help."

Lan nodded. Things had developed just as he had expected. The Squirrel Party had indeed stirred up some trouble, but it was quickly suppressed, which was also in the interests of Cintra.

Turning his gaze to the great elder, the old dwarf did not show any "relieved" gesture, but just nodded to Saskia to express his gratitude.

"Impossible!" The three-braided dwarf knelt on the ground and screamed, "You were clearly swinging your axe just now, you were fighting hard! You are just trying to lie to stabilize the morale of the army. Those compatriots in Tanshan who are suffering from Broval will definitely not be indifferent to our slogans, absolutely..."

With a "bang", the three-braided dwarf's nose came into close contact with the hard frozen soil for the second time with the help of the dwarf guards.

Lan looked at Saskia, and the dragon girl shrugged at him: "I don't even have a drop of blood on my body, how can it be a hard fight? But this battle was indeed very ugly... Although the soldiers under Barclay were not disturbed by the slogans, they seemed unwilling to kill the Scoia's Party. The fighting took a long time, so I went to help. The most casualties were actually when Sieglin turned against us at the beginning..."

"Ziglin turned against us?" The great elder at the side suddenly spoke up.

Saskia nodded and told them about the plan of the Squirrel Party to use Chief Sieglin to drug the Frost Giant. In fact, the Frost Giant had maintained its full combat power in the end, but he did not take action. The Squirrel Party in Tanshan had now been almost wiped out by the army led by Barclay.

"Ziglin..." The great elder muttered the name of the clan and glanced at Lan, wondering what he was thinking.

"Ferenz..." Then the name of a clan appeared in the mouth of the great elder again. This time his eyes were fierce and one could see the anger in them at a glance.

The Squirrel Party kneeling on the ground had become dispirited. Saskia's retelling was very detailed, and there were no logical loopholes in the development of the event. It did not seem like a lie, which showed that the Squirrel Party's actions had indeed failed.

The elder Broval walked up to the three-braided Scoia'tael, turned the axe handle upside down and placed it under the other's chin, forcing him to look at him. The axe was heavy, and the elder's body was very old, but he held the axe as easily as if he was holding a branch.

"What other plans do you have? How many people are there?"

The three-braided Scoia'tael said nothing.

Lann raised his eyebrows and made the [Axis Seal] gesture with his left hand.

"If you need to torture someone for information, perhaps I can do it for you."

"No, Lord Lannister." The Great Elder shook his head. "You have helped us enough today. Now it is our own business."

He waved his hand, and the warriors of the Dwarf Guard picked up the dwarf with three braids and took him back for questioning after the matter here was over.

However, the Squirrel Party seemed to be irritated by the words of the Great Elder. He began to struggle violently and shouted loudly:

"You defeated us with the help of humans, Brovar! You begged for help from humans, and you abandoned the honor of the dwarves!"

The Great Elder did not speak, but his flushed face suddenly began to fade and became like the rocks in the mountains.

"You've stayed in Mahakam for too long. You can't hear anything outside!" The three-braided Squirrel Party was still shouting, "The dwarves can no longer remain neutral. They can no longer hide in the mountains and sleep! We need to fight back against humans. We need to wake up the sleeping Mahakam. We need..."

"Give him an axe." The elder suddenly interrupted.

The people of Cintra who were watching almost thought they had heard it wrong. But the warriors of the Dwarf Guard did not, they obeyed the orders of the Great Elder 100%.

Although they looked hesitant, they still loyally let go of the three-braided dwarf, which caused panic among the captives.

Then, with a clang, an axe was thrown in front of the three-braided dwarf. He quickly looked around, then hurried over to pick up the axe, and kept turning his body, aiming the axe blade at the people around him in a chaotic and disorderly manner like an archer aiming at a target.

Then he found that all the members of the Dwarf Guard had taken two steps back, and the one closest to him at this moment was actually the Great Elder Brovar Hogg.

Brovar Hogg with an axe.

Lann raised his eyebrows. What's going on? The Great Elder wanted to have a ritual duel with the traitor to break the prisoner's psychological defenses? This might be possible in Mahakam, who valued tradition and honor.

But considering the moral bottom line shown by the Scoia'tael at this moment, this "possibility" may be relatively low.

The three-braided dwarf quickly calmed down after the initial panic. He pretended to be calm and said with a trembling voice, "Broval Hogg, you made a wrong decision. You are old and it is impossible for you to..."

"Go on." The Great Elder suddenly interrupted the other party.

The dwarf with three braids suddenly stopped talking.

"Go on, what else do you think about the future of Mahakam and the dwarves?"

The dwarf with three braids looked at the great elder in disbelief. For some reason, he obediently began to repeat his "ideal blueprint".

"I, we...can't remain neutral anymore." But his voice was no longer as firm as when he was first captured. "We can either be enemies of humans, or, or we can only be their slaves..."

There was a sound of breaking wind, and the cold steel turned into a black shadow in midair. The three-braided dwarf was startled and began to swing his axe in a hurry to prevent a sneak attack.

However, with a clang, the great elder Brovar threw his battle axe aside, even away from the direction of the three-braided squirrel party. At this moment, he walked towards the three-braided dwarf slowly and oppressively with empty hands.

"Go on, keep talking."

The three-braided dwarf swallowed hard and raised the axe in his hand: "Damn it, do you think you can scare me? You cowardly old man, our plan, our plan is, is..."

At that moment, the three-braided dwarf's mind was almost blank, and then he felt a sudden push from the axe in his hand. Gathering his fragmented thoughts, he suddenly saw that the elder with empty hands actually used his chest to block the axe blade, and was pressing towards him step by step.

"Teng teng teng" the three-braided dwarf holding a sharp axe kept retreating, while the unarmed elder still moved forward firmly.

"We, we want to make the dwarves great again, we want..." The dwarf with three braids took a deep breath, but he stammered and couldn't speak.

Geralt and Kolgrim looked at each other, and involuntarily strode to Lann's side. They wanted to say something, but Lann raised his hand to stop them.

The lion's eyes were surprisingly bright, staring at the dwarf elder. After the three-braided Scoia'tael could no longer speak loudly, the elder finally started to talk about other things.

"Two hundred years ago, I was elected as the great elder by the clans and began to rule Mahakam."

Under the horrified gaze of the three-braided dwarf, Broval suddenly reached out and patted his shoulder, and his cloak fell to the ground.

"The elves begged for our support at the gate of Mahakam, but I ordered the gates to be closed. Thus, the kingdom of the elves was destroyed, and Mahakam survived. Today, Mahakam is the only country ruled by the Ancient Races."

Broval gave a hard tug at his waist, and his breastplate fell to the ground with a bang.

"For hundreds of years, we have been mining and forging iron. Young people have been leaving and coming back. Do you think you, the ones who joined the Scoia'tael, are the first to have the idea of ​​overthrowing me?"

Broval's eyes widened, his face remained calm, but fire had already begun to burn in his chest.

He tore open the cotton coat under his breastplate, revealing his skin as smooth as gnarled wood and his still angular pectoral muscles, and then he slammed his axe blade hard against his opponent's.

"Do you think you're the first person to have a problem with me and try to kill me?!"

The dwarf with three braids no longer dared to look at those scorching eyes, and he actually began to look around for help.

"Damn it! Someone, give him an axe... or give your great elder a sword!" The Squirrel Party trembled its lips. "Otherwise, I will..."

"Or you will kill me?" Broval replied coldly.

"Young man, young man! Do you think you have seen the future of the dwarves and that you are right?" Brovar thrust out his chest fiercely, and the sharp axe blade was embedded in his skin. "Then come and kill me. Lead Mahakam into the future. Isn't this the future you expect?"

The blood flowed like a stream from the junction of the axe and the skin. However, the three-braided dwarf suddenly raised his hand in panic as if he had been electrocuted, and then threw his only weapon far away.

He kept backing away in a disorderly manner, and finally his left foot tripped over his right foot, or perhaps his knees simply went weak, and he fell to the ground with a thump.

The Great Elder continued to move forward at that oppressive pace, neither fast nor slow, without even looking at the wound on his chest, until he stood in front of the three-braided dwarf.

"Listen carefully, I don't even want to know your name, traitor. I will not die, not at the hands of traitors like you. Mahakam will not allow it, the dwarves will not allow it, and the future of the mountains will not allow it!"

"We, our plan, our ideal is..." The psychological defense of the three-braided dwarf was completely broken. He just muttered to himself, but he couldn't tell the follow-up of the so-called "plan" and "ideal".

The cold wind from the mountains blew past, quickly freezing the blood on the Great Elder's chest into clots.

"You want to prove that you are a man." Looking at the Scoia'tael who couldn't stand up, the Great Elder shook his head, "But even if you have grown a beard, you are still just a child. You can't make such a plan of returning, sneaking in, and overthrowing Mahakam. You don't have the courage."

"Tell me, who arranged all these actions?"

"It's... the Scoia'tael, those elves." The dwarf with three braids moved his lips.

"Elf?" The Great Elder's eyes became puzzled.

The three-braided dwarf lowered his head and said, "Those elves...the elves in charge of contacting Nilfgaard received instructions a while ago. They said they are willing to establish a new kingdom for the elves. They are also willing to give us dwarves a more open territory."

"Nilfgaard?" The elder's eyes were even more disappointed. "And hatred for humans, huh?"

"The ones who oppress us are the kingdoms of the North, Temeria, Kaedwen, Aedirn, and Temeria..." The three-braided dwarf shook his head frantically while talking to himself. "We can leave the mountains and become freer and more open. With a new territory, Nilfgaard will no longer be important. We can join the elves in fighting against Nilfgaard..."

The Great Elder no longer looked at the three-braided dwarf. He already knew the information he wanted.

With a wave of his hand, two warriors of the Dwarf Guard immediately re-tied the dazed three-braided dwarf and dragged him aside.

Lann used his strong ability to control his facial expressions to suppress the upturned corners of his mouth, and strode to a place five steps away from Broval and stopped.