The Divine Hunter Chapter 7: Let’s go to Nuocheng

I don’t know how long it took.

With a heartbreaking groan, Toruviel completely got rid of the hypnotic influence of the Yakshi Seal. She opened her eyes dizzily and was surprised to find that she was in a dark cave. Vasily was sleeping not far away, with a bandage on her thigh wound.

Everin squatted under a swaying torch, staring at a crystal in her hand without blinking, her face complex, sad, grateful, and hateful.

"Eveline, where are we?"

Toluvel supported her sore body, walked over and patted Vasily's cheek. The latter said "um" and woke up from her drowsiness.

"He let us go." Evelyn said mechanically.

"Demon hunter? But why is this? Hiss—" Vasily's fingers emitted green light to ease the sting of the wound, "That executioner killed so many of our compatriots, but he still wanted to let a few of us go."

"How can there be so many reasons?" Toluvel patted her small chest that was burnt black by the electricity and breathed a sigh of relief. She said with great joy, "It must be for the sake of Evelin! There is always a good life when you are alive. Better than death!"

"This is a disgrace!" Vasily said heartbrokenly, clutching her chest, "More than two hundred compatriots died, and only a few of us are left alive. How can we explain to Filavanderi and Francesca? !"

"What I said before, everyone who offended the demon hunters will die, but you don't believe it, and you want everyone to die! If you are still angry...just go down and accompany them by yourself!" Toluvel took the picture He patted the dirt on his hands and clothes, stood up, and walked towards Aveline, "As for Aveline and I, we will keep our useful bodies and continue to work for Alleyrean!"

"When I am sure that all the demon hunters have left, I will bring news to Russell that all of you have been killed and collect the bodies for you."

After hearing this, Vasily huddled up in a ball in the corner in pain, with a blush of shame on her face.

If she and Kensafa hadn't insisted on a sneak attack, no one would have had to sacrifice.

More than twenty mutants are simply an unstoppable army!

"Don't go to Russell." Evelin suddenly shook her head and took a deep breath. The last advice of the demon hunter appeared in her mind. That familiar and friendly face had become extremely strange to her.

But he finally took the risk and let himself go.

One more thing speaks to my heart.

These indifferent attacks and indiscriminate killings of innocent people cannot make Aveline feel happy or happy at all, especially the compatriots around her, who are decreasing one after another.

This pain is unbearable.

If you spare my life, I will listen to you just once!

"Vasily, open the portal. I want to go back to Blue Mountain!"

"What do you want to do?"

"I want to see Her Majesty Francesca to give the witcher a message!"

……

It was just dawn.

The demon hunter's convoy left the messy battlefield.

"What are your plans next?"

Roy, who was sitting on the slowly moving carriage, looked at Quartermaster Wink, the carriage loaded with stones, and the Kaedwen soldiers gradually disappearing from sight, and asked,

"Return to Mahakam from the southern border of Kaedwen? Or come with us to the Temple of Meriteri?"

Bernie and Reagan Dahlberg looked unwilling.

They came to Kaedwen to serve the king, hoping to make a name for themselves and return home with honor, but now they left in despair, their ambitions far from being realized.

"I don't want to go back to Mahakam so early...to marry a wife and have children, and to guard...the sterile mountain road." Bernie said.

Yalpen shook his head, playing with the ax at his feet, looking at the tung trees passing by slowly, "I said harsh words to Elder Brovar Hogg, and I will never go back! ”

"Find another wise king to serve?" Lambert, who was sitting on the third carriage, glanced at the six dwarves jokingly, "I heard that King Foltest of Temeria is a king of considerate soldiers. .Wise, generous, and diligent."

No one among the witchers objected,

As we all know, serving Foltest is much more reliable than serving King Henselt.

Unlike other kings in the north, this guy does not hate the ancient race. On the contrary, he is fluent in the Old Tongue and a connoisseur of elven poetry and dwarven ale.

While showing no mercy to the Scoia'tael, Foltest is willing to trust the ancient race.

"And the kid maintains a good relationship with Her Highness Yada, Foltest's daughter." Leisuo's rich voice suppressed the sounds of wheels grinding on the ground, horses' hooves kicking, and harnesses clashing, as the convoy marched. Everyone heard it clearly.

"Roy also has an unbreakable friendship with the goddess on the shores of Lake Vizima." A smile appeared on the corner of Oaks's mouth, and he added as if it wasn't messy enough.

Grim, who was trying his best to keep Oreo sitting upright like a knight on the carriage, stiffened and looked at Roy with burning eyes.

This guy actually knows the Lady of the Lake. Why has no one ever told me?

Rita Nied paused while correcting Renee's baby teeth, and her scrutinizing eyes swept over Roy, who had a dull expression in front of him.

Brothers Bernie, Yannick, and Reagan pulled the reins and slowed down the carriage, with a look of excitement on their faces.

"Actually, I'm just an ally with them." Roy cleared his throat.

"No need." Yarpan pressed the pedal under his feet and said while oiling and maintaining his beloved crossbow. "Through this escort, I finally understood one thing. Even if I pay King Henselt, who has served me heartily for many years, insults me with doubts and temptations...other kings will only make it worse."

"These rulers all have the same virtues and will not truly trust dwarves. Why should we bother with a cold butt?"

After saying this, Yarpan breathed a sigh of relief, and his gloomy face regained a trace of open-mindedness and cheerfulness.

The five dwarves couldn't help but nod when they heard the boss's conclusion.

The dwarves' gift of optimism made them forget their sorrows again.

I don’t want to leave you here, I have my own place to stay!

"It just so happens that you are going to Ireland this trip. Let's go there together to visit our old friend Dennis Kramer. Let's talk about the rest later."

"Actually, I have a suggestion. If you still want to prove that ancient races and humans can coexist peacefully, you might as well give it a try!"

"Come on, let's hear it! I don't want to waste all my efforts!" Yarpan showed obvious excitement.

With a hint of sincerity on Roy's face, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "In my opinion, today, there is only one place where it is possible to ease the conflict between ancient races and humans..."

"Where?" Bernie looked at him curiously,

"Coville and Povis?" Reagan slapped his head and his beard trembled, "You want us to 'go to Povis'?"

The dwarves’ eyes suddenly lit up,

"Kevir and Povis are located in the northernmost part of the continent, close to the Feilong Mountains and far away from the Yaruga River. As a permanent neutral country, they are not threatened by Nilfgaard. They have developed shipping and mineral deposits, a prosperous economy, and an enlightened atmosphere. , is located on the coast and widely accepts all kinds of immigrants! Many pioneering humans, ancient races, and even mages gather there."

"If you want to spend the rest of your life in peace, that place is a good choice." Roy changed the topic, "But Kevir is located in a corner, and its influence on the entire world is extremely limited, and it cannot change the northern countries. policy."

"In my opinion, the only place where it is possible to reverse ancient racial prejudices is Novigrad, which is located in an important location, with many ports, and where all ethnic groups are harmonious!"

"You want us to fight in the City of Freedom?" Yalpan gave the horse pulling the cart a whip, "You want us to join the gangs?"

He raised his dark and thick eyebrows, with a trace of disdain on his face, "I do know that there is a butcher Clifford in Nuo City, who manages the fellow dwarves over there. Although this guy has some abilities and means , but is narrow-minded and short-sighted, only focusing on the petty gains in front of him."

Yalpan judged the leaders of the three major gangs, "It can't be anything great! Changes can't change the situation of the ancient race!"

"It's not Clifford." Roy turned his head, his silver-gray eyes slowly swept over the faces of the six dwarves on the carriage in front and behind him, and said slowly, "You guys, go to Archbishop Seiler of the Eternal Fire. Si."

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The dwarf seemed to be frightened and lost his mind. He pulled the reins, and the horse raised its front hooves and neighed.

"What?" Yarpan opened his mouth wide and looked like he had seen a ghost. "We, dwarves, are going to be thugs for the Eternal Fire? Are you serious?"

"I...all my life...only believe in the Holy Mountain of Mahakam..." Bernie in the back row shook his head desperately, "I don't believe it, what eternal fire!"

"Master Roy, everyone," Reagan asked with disbelief on his face, "Didn't you kill hundreds of Eternal Flame people? Your relationship with Eternal Flame should not be very good, right?" ”

It's not bad, it should be the enemy.

Although the archbishop did not blame the demon hunter on the surface.

What Roy did was like pushing them into a pit of fire!

"Sometimes, the facts are completely opposite to what everyone hears." Roy said sincerely, "Yalpen, Bernie, Reagan... If you believe in us, you might as well go to the Nuo City Cabaret, find Dandelion, and convey the message My words."

The demon hunter looked around, and the convoy drove into the endless wilderness, with green vegetation, yellow soil, and gurgling streams. The sky was vast and the sky was high, and his mind was clear.

"He will arrange for you to meet with Archbishop Cyrus. After the conversation, you will know what kind of character this archbishop is."

The image of the shape-shifting monster Gigi being tied to the stake again appeared in Roy's mind, looking forward to death.

If there is anyone in this world who most wants to eliminate prejudice between different races and make all living beings equal, then it is undoubtedly this Excellency.

Valley/span Today’s Archbishop of Eternal Fire!

And there are hundreds of temples and altars of eternal fire across the North, and their influence is second only to the goddess Meriteri. This huge organization has the slightest chance of eliminating the barriers between ancient races and humans.

The ideals of Yarpan and other dwarves coincide with the shapeshifters, making them the best partners!

"Isn't Dandelion a bad poet?" Yalpen squeezed the ax under his feet and asked in confusion, "Why should the great archbishop see us, a bunch of little people?"

"Don't belittle yourselves. You masters have hunted dragons, basilisks, and ogres..." Oakes clapped his carrot-thick fingers and patted the horse continuously, "You can be considered a great hero."

"Absolutely qualified to talk to Archbishop Cyrus!"

The dwarves on the carriage looked confused and hesitant.

"Even if you can't see the Archbishop, why don't you just go to Novo City to relax and unwind?" Although Serrit didn't understand Roy's intention, he still helped, "I promise, Dandelion will be responsible for your drinks. , take care of yourself!"

"Hiss—"

At this moment, the dwarves immediately forgot about any responsibilities and worries.

"What are you waiting for? Dandelion is a good friend, I'm done with it!" Bernie couldn't wait, with some kind of venting emotion in his tone, and there was clearly a tear in the corner of his eye.

"Work and rest together. If you are not happy, you need to take a break!" Reagan nodded solemnly, "Let's go to Nuo City!"

Yarpan thought for a moment.

He didn't understand why the witcher let him go to Nuo City.

But the other party will not harm you.

If the masters had not intervened in this battle, his six-man team would definitely have been reduced in number.

What a huge kindness!

Don't even ask him to go to Nuocheng, let him go to Daoshan without even saying a word!

Roy continued, "If you are interested, Coral can immediately open a portal to Nuo City for you!"

"There's no need to be in such a hurry!" Yarpan exchanged a look with his companions, "We will separate when we reach the border of Kaedwen."

……

The next journey from southern Kaedwen to the territory of Temeria was without the joy and laughter of the previous week. The dwarves were worried about the unknown future of Novigrad and lost the interest in talking.

Only the most heartless Bernie can occasionally make jokes with children for fun.

The mood of the children and the young demon hunter was different from before.

The smile on his face has diminished a lot.

"Teachers, we obviously won a big victory this time, why do I keep feeling uncomfortable in my heart." Finally, after traveling for five days, Carl, who couldn't bear it anymore, went to Maojiu to ask for advice, what happened in Nuocheng? In the **** battle with one against a hundred, they also killed many people, and at that time they felt very contented.

But this time, there was a panic.

I even feel guilty.

"When I dream, I always see the angry faces of the dead elves, dwarves, and halflings!" Monty shrank his neck and said with deep sympathy, "They shouted 'For Alirien', 'Die for Shayla Wade', take the initiative to hit my sword without risking your life!"

“Many people have died!” He gestured slightly in panic. On his pale cheeks, the pair of beast-like vertical pupils lost their former sharpness and firmness, “It’s all full of blood!”

"It's all blood!"

The eyes of a group of boys and girls sitting on the cart flickered.

They were under the careful protection of the sorceress and the demon hunter throughout the entire battle, and remained unscathed without a single blow.

But the cruel cries of killing, the splattering blood, the raging fire, and the most terrifying thing, the all-devouring lava, left an indelible impression on their young hearts.

War is far more terrifying than the fights they had when they were on the streets!

Cat Vulture listened to the disciple’s question.

Instead of blaming him, he stroked his silky hair happily. The demon hunters also had a look of surprise on their faces, while the dwarves observed with great interest.

"Actually, more than a year ago, after the battle in Nuocheng, I was waiting for your question, and I didn't wait until today. If you never come to ask, I will feel strange, is it an improved version of green grass pancake? There is something wrong with the medicine. I prefer the bear's decoction, which weakens your relationship." He looked around at the twelve witcher apprentices who had their ears pricked up, and a soft smile appeared on his cold cheeks.

"But now I am relieved, it turns out that everything is fine with you!"

When the demon hunter apprentices were infected, they couldn't help but smile, and their worries were relieved a little.

"Before this, the ones you killed most were water ghosts. After all, human beings are different from water ghosts and are much more complicated, whether it is appearance, personality, or experience. More importantly, they are the same kind as us. , all belong to intelligent creatures."

"In Nuo City, we were surrounded by ambushes from all sides, and we started killing in order to survive... naturally we didn't have much psychological burden."

"But this battle is almost one-sided, and the Scoia'tael are at an absolute disadvantage."

"Before the battle, Your Excellency Yalpan shared with you the origins and great goals of this organization."

"You have identified with them. So regret killing!"

"This is normal!"

Cat Vulture concluded their performance, but the conversation changed.

"But you don't need to care too much...ask yourselves, are you killing people for fun or to achieve other evil purposes?"

A group of people shook their heads at the same time.

"It's just for self-preservation. If you were merciful, you wouldn't even have a chance to regret it now. They are already lying in the pile of corpses! So no one can blame you, not even the gods! As for nightmares, have more nightmares. Just do it and you’ll get used to it.”

The apprentices were completely relieved.

"But little bastards, you must remember one thing," Vesemir sighed, looking at the clear boundary line at the end of the wasteland in the distance, and sighed, "No matter what war, there is no winner."

"It will always bring only harm to both parties involved in the war."

"If there is a better way to win without swinging the sword once and without bloodshed! That would be the best choice."

Geralt began to promote his theory of neutrality~IndoMTL.com~Not using force?

The witcher apprentices did not take this advice very seriously.

"Geralt, when did you become the messenger of peace? If you ask your apprentices not to take action but to reason with others, wouldn't it be giving up their strengths?" Pauly Dahlberg looked at the little apprentice with a tangled look on his face. Sexy, I couldn't help but persuade me with good words, "According to me, there is no need to worry so much and think wildly, just take action when it's time to take action!"

Cal, Monty, Chanem and their eleven friends nodded hurriedly like chickens pecking at rice.

"If I... lose... and die, it will be the will of Mahakam Holy Mountain!" Bernie took out the wine bottle from his thick beard and took a sip.

"No, the demon hunter doesn't believe that. It should be said to be fate!" Leisuo corrected in a deep voice.

"Fate will let you make the best choice!" Roy concluded his speech, his eyes slowly scanning the faces of the apprentices who suddenly realized, "If you kill someone, there is no need for regret, guilt, or self-doubt."

"Everything is the will of fate!"

"Haha!"

A group of grown men in the carriage team were laughing non-stop!

The sorceress shook her head and sighed.

"Here's to that **** fate!" Yalpen smiled heartily and threw a bottle of wine to Karl,

"Respect fate!" Karl took a sip and passed it to the next friend.

……

There is no winner in war!

Victory without bloodshed!

Ordinary students who have learned knowledge and culture on a cart for several years have firmly remembered Geralt's words in their hearts.

Their future may even change!

……

Half a month later.

The witchers and dwarves separated at the border of Elland. After hugging each other goodbye, they watched them go north to Novigrad.

It took another three days for the witchers to arrive at the Temple of Meriteri on the outskirts of Elland.