The Divine Hunter Chapter 20: Goodbye, Scoia’tael
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"Findabe, I'm sorry, we are late." The leader, Ain Sheidi, jumped down from the wall and looked at the elf lady with concern in his eyes, "Fortunately, nothing happened to you."
"After leaving Brettana for so many years, everyone is still willing to accept me? I..." Evelyn's voice choked, her eyes were red and sparkling with tears.
"What young man has never rebelled? If it takes a few years to recognize a complete mistake, it is not too late." The elf comforted, "Everyone still believes in you, and the top of the mountains is also willing to accept those who have lost their way. "The returning child," the elf took a step closer to Aveline, "Blue Mountain and Baihua Valley will always be your home, and we will always be brothers and sisters."
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"Roy, Cantila, let me introduce you," Evelin's palms passed over the elves in front of her one by one. After recalling for a moment, the strangeness in her eyes quickly faded, "They are my friends at the edge of the world. Brothers and sisters, partners who grew up together..."
World's Edge is often referred to as the Blue Mountains that span the entire eastern part of the Northern Realms.
"This is Serge."
Everin pointed to the elf who was talking to her just now.
Wearing a loose green satin shirt, a short green vest, and close-fitting woolen leggings tucked into riding boots.
The witcher was thoughtful. He remembered where he had seen similar style of dress.
"This is Vasily..." Evelin pointed to a middle-aged female elf with long eyelashes and unusually pale skin.
There were many rings of leather straps wrapped around her neck, with golden birch strips strung on them, and she held a birch stick with intricately carved patterns in her hand.
A touch of magic flowed between her slender fingertips and the birch staff. There was no doubt that she was an elf warlock.
"This is Toluvel..." A petite elf girl with a somewhat unruly expression, holding an old lute. Her long black hair was draped over her shoulders, with two thin braids on her temples. She was dressed like a bard, but she had a colorful cloth scarf around her waist that hung down to her knees.
"This is Kensafa..." A male elf held a Huvert and a turnip in both hands and greedily ate them. His face was cold and smelly, like a resentful debt collector.
After listening to Aveline's introduction, the demon hunter nodded to the four of them, but his eyes were subconsciously observing the surrounding environment.
Thinking about tactics.
The elves over the Blue Mountains have always been unfriendly to humans because they have been competing with humans for ownership of the Flower Valley. If there was any conflict in such a narrow alley, he would undoubtedly be at a huge disadvantage.
He also noticed that the four strange elves were all thin and sallow, as if they were malnourished. Their physical fitness was not much higher than that of ordinary people, but they were rich in experience and formed a vague formation. , he also has several battlefield skills such as one-handed sword specialization and bow specialization, and he obviously often participates in battles.
The other party is also observing the demon hunter and Cantila.
The elf girl holding the lute was the first one who couldn't help but be curious, "Sister Findabei...cough, cough...I know this girl from Risekania (Zerikan), is Cantila right?" , seems to have suffered with you. Who is he?"
"Roy, one of my best friends." Evelyn said,
"You didn't inform everyone in advance that you had to bring an 'ape-man' with you." The elf girl stared at the demon hunter, a flash of doubt suddenly flashed in her dark eyes, "No, he looks very familiar..."
"What's familiar?" the indifferent elf man asked as he took a big bite of carrot.
"Look carefully at his ears and facial contours!"
The elf girl fiddled with the lute strings haphazardly and tried to shout to the witcher, "Queglosse? Quel'enpaviennell'ea?"
"Nell'ea." Roy immediately responded in skilled Ancient Tongue, "T'enpavienn Ain Sheedi."
"It's true, guys, did you see..." Toluvel turned and looked at the gluttonous elf man, "This ape-man knows his native language! Hey, hey, he is Ain Sheedy! No wonder I I don’t smell the stench that most humans have!”
"Ape-man? Is this how the pure-blooded Iron Sheedy views humans?" The witcher found this adjective a bit funny. He could already clearly feel the gentle attitude of this elf girl because of the same elf blood.
"Is that right, Roy? You look young, but your body is quite strong. You are much better than most of the sick men on the mountain. Our family just needs a young and energetic person like you, come with us Go back to the Blue Mountains."
"Okay, Toluvel, don't mess around!" Serge glanced at the dark gold eyes of the witcher and the pendant around his neck, "It's impossible for your Excellency to follow us. Don't you see it? ? He is a witcher who abandoned his identity as a son of the hill and chose the path of mutation... Do you expect a witcher to stand on our side and fight against humans?"
"Demon hunter, a human **** who works for a fee?" Toluvi suddenly pouted, thinking of a not-so-pleasant past, and completely lost interest in Roy.
"Don't say that, everyone..." Evelin hurriedly explained, "I owe Roy my life. He rescued me from the dungeon, otherwise I wouldn't be able to wait for you."
"A demon hunter saved an Ain Sheidi..." The four elves exchanged surprised looks.
Thel paused and bowed to the witcher, "Friend Roy, I apologize for the offensive words just now. You saved Findabey, that is the friend of the Sons of the Hill. You are welcome to go. At the edge of the world, Dole Bretanner is a guest, and all I need to do is announce my name to my compatriots. But this time time is running out..."
Sel turned to Evelyn and said, "Lord Philavandre is still waiting for you at the top of the mountain. If there is nothing else, it's time to leave."
The elf lady nodded, turned around and faced the demon hunter and Zerikan's companions, her eyes complex, as if she was planning a grand farewell ceremony.
"Be patient, everyone." The demon hunter suddenly interrupted, "I'm very curious, how on earth did you contact Aveline when you are thousands of miles away in the Valley of Flowers?"
For the past month, Sea Scorpion has been strictly guarded by the soldiers of the barony. Logically speaking, there is no chance of contacting the elves in Baihua Valley.
"Let me explain to Findabé," Ser stepped forward and said, "She carved her name on the stake in the square in her native language, and our people happened to see the mark. Word got back to the Blue Mountains."
"Your people?"
"You don't think that all elves are huddled in the mountains, do you?" Serge smiled confidently, "There are brothers and sisters of Ain Sheedy all over the world...and there will be more and more!"
"So, are you planning to take Aveline back to Bretanna?" Roy's suspicious tone was full of dissatisfaction, displeasure, and opposition.
"That's right. Is there a problem, Demon Hunter?" Toluvel seemed to be unable to stand the Demon Hunter's dilly-dallying attitude, and said impatiently, "It's a shame that I put in a good word for you before. You have to stop it now. A son of the hills returns to his hometown?"
"Toluvel, be patient! So, Mr. Roy, what do you think? Findabei shouldn't go back?"
"You're right!" The demon hunter glanced at the four elves and took a step forward. "Returning to Dol Bretanna is definitely not the right choice."
"Why do you say that? You must give me an explanation, Roy." Aveline asked, her pretty face tightened as she looked at the witcher.
Roy took a deep breath, closed his eyes, considered for a moment, and finished drafting.
Now, he finally understood why Serge's outfit gave him an unusual sense of familiarity.
The green color of Ayn Sheedy is clearly the color of the later infamous organization the Scoia'tael. They were also exploited and oppressed by the humans of Aedirn, and were driven to the Blue Mountains. Compared with the real The Scoia'tael are just missing a squirrel fur decoration.
But this also reminded the witcher that Dol Bretanna is one of the strongholds of the Scoia'tael.
If Aveline follows back, there is no doubt that she may join the Scoia'tael in the future. When the Southern Empire blows the clarion call to march north, she will inevitably shed blood on the battlefield along with her compatriots.
What happened to most of the Scoia'tael during the Northern War?
Due to Francesca's deal with Nilfgaardian Emperor Emhyr, the Scoia'tael, which originally aimed to resist the cruel exploitation of non-human beings, changed its style. Countless elves and dwarves formed assault groups to attack the troops of the Northern Kingdom, even mercilessly attacking human civilians.
But they were eventually betrayed to Emhyr by his own queen, who kidnapped most of the Scoia'tael officers to the Northern Kingdom in order to conclude an armistice treaty.
The Scoia'tael are pitiful and hateful.
In the end, less than one-third of the Scoia'tael were able to hold on until Francesca regained the Valley of Flowers and established the Elf Living Area.
He didn't want to watch his old friend jump into the fire pit, but he couldn't tell the future situation.
"Look at how they look. They are so thin that there is no trace of oil or blood on their faces." The demon hunter said in a different way, "If I guessed correctly, your four friends are in Dol Bretanna. Life was very hard. At least I didn’t get enough food to satisfy my hunger."
The four elves suddenly fell silent when they heard this.
Kensafa, who was devouring vegetables greedily, opened his mouth wide and stopped chewing.
The demon hunter is right. The environment in the Blue Mountains is not friendly to elves. Food is scarce. Most Ain Sheedi cannot eat enough at all, and they do not have the talent of human farming.
Roy continued,
"The Valley of Flowers is firmly occupied by humans. The elves can only hide in the Blue Mountains, but no millet will grow on the plateau. Your proud Elf King Phila Vanderui is unwilling to trade food with humans. Love. Flynn will definitely starve when she goes back, and she will have to face the torture of the extreme environment in the mountains. If she gets sick..."
The demon hunter was eloquent and tried his best to describe a miserable prospect to Evelyn, "The lifespan of elves is very long. You will survive in the long loneliness for a long time, watching as your compatriots become fewer and fewer and become weaker and weaker. It’s getting more and more painful.”
"In the end, only some young elves with old eyes and despair were left, as well as haggard and sickly women like Toruvel."
"Cough, cough!" Toluvel coughed untimely after being named by the witcher, then held her breath again and her face turned red,
"Madam, for the sake of sharing the same blood, I will give you a piece of advice." Roy said sincerely, "Your breath is full of the smell of tuberculosis. If you don't get treatment as soon as possible, you won't live long. It will also infect more companions."
"More than that, in addition to tuberculosis, in the hungry Blue Mountains, anemia and scurvy may kill you!"
Roy said plausibly, "So...Eveline, I advise you to think about it carefully. You may not be able to live as well as those wealthy businessmen and powerful people in human cities, but you have to have enough to eat." Sickness, absolutely no problem!"
"That's enough, Witcher, shut up!" The elf sorceress holding the birch staff suddenly shouted, and the staff suddenly pointed at Roy. The latter's heart skipped a beat, and his instinctive reaction was to intimidate the group. , and then slashed his head with a sword.
But suddenly realized that these people were friends of Aveline.
He killed several Scoia'tael in Mahakam, but now, he has a trace of elven blood in his body, and he and the other party are not yet mortal enemies.
"That's all, give Evelin some face."
So he stopped fighting back and let a transparent palm cover his mouth, temporarily speechless.
"Witcher, where did you learn about these situations?" Serge pointed his eyes at Vasily, who then lifted the spell glumly.
"Geralt the White Wolf, and Dandelion, they went to the edge of the world for a trip... and I happened to hear them talk about that unpleasant journey." Roy looked at Tolu in a daze. Weir, the other party seems to be still struggling with "tuberculosis", "Did you **** the old lute in your hand from Dandelion?"
"It's not a robbery! Cough...cough..." Toluvel retorted with difficulty, "I gave him a new lute in exchange for it!"
"Dandelion? What a loud-mouthed bard. He should have been dried in the fields and mummified!" Serge sighed, "Roy, your words are embarrassing... Blue Life on the Se Mountain Range is indeed difficult...but it will not last long. When His Majesty regains the fertile land of Baihua Valley, all suffering will end."
"And do you think Findabe knows nothing about these basic conditions, can this rhetoric affect her decision? You think too simply."
"Roy," Aveline then spoke, looking at the witcher with a complex expression, "Thank you for your concern and advice. But I'm sorry, Serge said what was in my heart. The Valley of Flowers is My hometown, the Blue Mountains, is where I grew up. I have lived there for decades, so I understand all the situations. It wasn’t because of the poor life that I left... I just didn’t like the extreme attitude of my tribe towards humans. ”
A flash of determination flashed across Aveline's delicate and beautiful face.
"But I have changed my mind now. During the time I was locked in the dungeon, I thought about it for a long time and understood many things."
"Why did the Sea Scorpion end up like this?" Aveline's pretty face tightened, and swollen bloodshot eyes appeared around the edges, "Obviously she just wanted to earn a living honestly, but she was caught by the Baron... and **** during the day. In the square, the common people in the territory were viciously cursed, insulted, and spurned; they were locked in the dungeon at night, starved, and tortured by the executioner Dylan!"
"We were innocents from the beginning to the end! And Baron Barron, even if he finally understood his mistake, he just pretended to send someone a bag of Orens and drove us away like mice. I don’t even want to leave a word of comfort or apology.”
Everyn shook her head slightly, her face full of sarcasm.
"Roy, I really don't want to continue living in such a 'deformed' place... As long as the human aristocracy still exists, on this land, Iron Sheedy, the Zerikans, and other non-human races, Even human civilians...will never get freedom and respect."
"What's more, Noamekend, (not of my race, his heart must be different)"
"When I thought I was going to die in the dungeon, the last thought in my mind was that I must go back to the Blue Mountains, my hometown, and stand with countless compatriots for Ain Sheedy Our nation strives for freedom and dignity!”
"Do you understand my choice?"
Roy sighed. That's it. What else can he say? To persuade a pure-blooded Ain Sheedy to abandon his homeland and people?
"I understand, Evelyn...sister. Take care of yourself in the future...I will deal with Dylan, that executioner."
"Leave the opportunity for revenge to me... Cantila will come back to you tomorrow after finishing the work. Finally——"
With gentle but firm words, Aveline took a deep breath, hurriedly stepped forward, stood on tiptoes, raised her pointed chin, and kissed her gently.
Black-red hair brushed across his face, and his warm breath touched the corner of the demon hunter's mouth.
The elf lady's beautiful eyes stared deeply, with a trace of nostalgia and reluctance, as if to be engraved into his heart.
"Don't forget me."
After saying this, the graceful figure instantly became Ain Sheedy’s companion, and disappeared into the alley with Candila with three body bags.
What is this, a parting gift?
Roy touched the corner of his mouth, his expression showing melancholy for a moment - the elf lady who was dancing gracefully had completely entered an unknown destiny due to his intervention.
Return to the edge of the world, join the Scoia'tael soon, and shed blood in the Northern War?
The only thing he hopes is not to meet again on the battlefield in the future.
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"Findaby, the Baron gave you...a compensation?" Walking out of the alley, Serge looked at the dense crowd of pedestrians on the street and said hesitantly.
"I understand what you mean..." Evelin tugged her hair and said calmly, "Brothers and sisters in the mountains are suffering from hunger. Naturally, all the money will be donated and exchanged for supplies to take back. But Before that, we have to bury three old friends, and then——"
Everin glanced at Cantila~IndoMTL.com~The latter's eyes lit up, with a trace of ferocity on his face, "That **** guy in the dungeon entertained us for more than a month, he should repay us. Repay him."
"By the way, let's deal with Barron La Valedi together?" Kensafa put down the carrot and made a gesture of wiping his throat.
"Killing a noble at this time, at such a sensitive border between the two countries, may disrupt His Majesty's arrangements and expose him in advance... Evelyn, how about we deal with the dog baron next time?" Serge glanced at it. The majestic castle, gnashing teeth,
"We can't wait too long. Not only him, but all humans will repent in blood and fire with their lives!"
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