The Divine Hunter Chapter 35: Crisis

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"The sun rises in the west? When did witchers start caring about politics?"

"We are concerned about the people who are affected by politics and are in danger, Ciri." Geralt said bluntly.

"Thank you both for traveling all the way to Sintra to send greetings to my little granddaughter..." Calanthe bit her lip, tightened the blue sash on her shoulders, and tried to speak as calmly as possible. , "But your worries are unnecessary."

"Cintra has the most powerful king," she took the islander's husband's hand and smiled at him, "the iron-blooded and determined royal family, the most brave and capable soldiers!"

"If Nilfgaard dares to invade, they will be attacked head-on. They will be defeated by the warriors of Cintra and roll back to the distant south in disgrace!"

"Dear Your Majesty the Queen..." Geralt said expressionlessly, "You don't have to hide your inner worries... We don't want to make fun of you or add insult to injury. Demon hunters also hate the unjust attacks launched by Nilfgaard. War!"

"Shouldn't you be happy?" Calanthe said sarcastically, as if a nerve was touched, "War means a lot of corpses, which will breed more monsters, and it means that demon hunters will get countless job opportunities! ”

"Your Majesty, I have explained... We no longer live solely on entrustment!" Roy retorted calmly, "The industry in Nuo City is far more profitable and safer than entrustment."

“Commissioning is now more like a hobby for us. It is a condiment in the meal. It doesn’t need too much, just in moderation.”

"So..." East gave his wife a calm look, asking her to calm down temporarily, "I would like to hear the opinions of the two masters. What is the dangerous method in Sintra now?"

Geralt said, "The current situation is really not good for your two majesties. I also met those envoys on the duel field. I have lived longer than most people, so I am somewhat With sharp eyesight, it is not difficult to see that they and the king behind them are not willing to intervene in this war."

"I guess only King Bran of Skellige, the brother of His Majesty East, has made a clear statement and is willing to send troops to support."

The king and queen looked at each other, with a trace of surprise on their faces.

The two demon hunters did not participate in the meeting, and they actually inferred the outcome based on their impressions of several ambassadors.

It would be too bizarre to say it.

Of course, they didn't know that there was a stalker who listened to all the key points of the meeting.

"Geralt, we haven't seen each other for a year. When did you become so sensitive to politics?" Mossak stroked his gray beard, doubt flashing in his deep eyes, "I almost thought you accepted it elsewhere. Spy training, no longer a witcher."

"Cough, cough..." Bai Lang quickly took a sip of wine, and his facial muscles became even stiffer.

Fortunately, the two majesties did not take these words seriously.

"So what?" East was still confident and said decisively, "Even if Cintra only has one ally in the Islands, our warriors are enough to defeat Nilfgaard's cavalry!"

"The children of the sea will never be afraid of blood and death. The heads of invaders will become decorations on our saddlebags!"

"So, your respected Majesty East, have you sent any scouts to the Amer Mountains to find out what's going on?" Roy asked.

"This is natural. Nilfgaard's army has about 15,000 people, which is comparable to the coalition forces of Cintra." East pondered, "It is a pity that their military camps are extremely heavily guarded and the scouts cannot Keep going."

"How long ago did you go for reconnaissance?" Roy shook his head and sighed, "I have to tell you two bad news. The Nilfgaard army is far more than this number."

"Their ambition was not Cintra from the beginning...not just the area south of the Yaruga River." The demon hunter's words made the expressions of the three people change drastically, "The emperor's eyes are on the entire north! ”

"The overall military strength of the Southern Empire will gradually move north, eventually reaching 20,000 to 300,000, and the layout began more than 20 years ago to march north to occupy Nasser. After many years of hard work, their army has grown from low-level soldiers to The senior generals are all proficient in various combat skills!" Roy paused, "Your Majesty, do you think that Cintra alone can withstand such an army?"

"Will Xili be safe and sound?"

The entire conference room was silent.

Until the nervous queen pinched her husband's arm until it turned blue.

"Damn it, Demon Hunter, don't be alarmist here!" Calanthe forcibly regained his composure, with a trace of disdain on his face, "I know your purpose, you just made it up because you wanted me to hand over Ciri obediently. This ridiculous lie is trying to make me surrender!"

"I tell you, no way!"

"Now, get out of here, both of you! Because of your previous merits, I am exempting you from the crime of deceiving the emperor! But forget about the reward! Don't bother Xili in the future!"

"Here comes someone!"

"Wait, Calanthe..." East spoke, his gloomy and terrifying eyes looking directly into Roy's dark gold and silver-grey pupils.

He saw no guilt or fear... only calmness. He was like a bystander, stating a piece of history.

"Your Majesty," Druid Mossak suddenly said, "my inspiration tells me that he did not lie."

"So Roy, how did you get this amazing inside information? Are you a relative of the Nilfgaardian Emperor, or the heir of one of his military ministers who suddenly abandoned evil and turned to good?"

"Whether you believe it or not, I hope you will listen patiently to what I have to say first." Roy suddenly stood up from his seat, as if he had never seen Calanthe's disdainful expression, "I used to watch it all the time. To a lot of pictures..."

"For a while, I thought it was purely fantasy and didn't pay attention to it at all, but later...I discovered that they were either history that had already happened, or they were about to happen."

"There are never exceptions..."

"For example, I saw Ciri running away on her way to Verdon for her engagement and escaping into Broklon, so I took the initiative to go there to find a way to save her, and then met the brothers of the Wolf Faction..."

"Mossack can prove this... You can also ask Shirley if I followed her."

The druid nodded to the two majesties. He bumped into Roy, Geralt and Ciri outside the primeval forest. "Your Majesty, as far as I know, some people are born with the ability to predict astrologers, which is natural."

Roy couldn't help but feel grateful to this druid, although he didn't know why he spoke for him.

"Everything you said could be a coincidence." Calanthe retorted.

"I also saw the meeting in Sintra that lasted for two months..." Roy raised his voice, "The kingdom's ambassadors either gave ambiguous answers to His Majesty's invitations, or they were like Leiria and Livia's invitations. Like Odor, he hoped that his prince would marry the Princess of Cintra and made marriage a prerequisite for forming an alliance. Or like Grand Duke Raymond of Toussaint, he went back on his word and asked for trouble."

"So, it was you who told Geralt just now?" Calanthe seemed to have gotten to know Roy again, showing an expression that was both disgust and admiration, "You are not very old, but you are not very thoughtful. Small."

"Otherwise, your majesties probably won't look at us twice?"

"Nilfgaard's military information was also what you saw through 'precognition'?"

King East tapped his fingers on the table and asked who in the world believed most in fate and so-called prophecies. He was one of them because of a magical experience in his early years.

"Well..." Roy paused, with a sullen face, and glanced at Mossack with a cautious expression. "My next words are related to the future of Sintra. They are very harsh and may even offend both Your Majesties."

"But it doesn't matter, Mossack is definitely trustworthy." East's expression remained calm from beginning to end, "If what you said is the truth, there is no offense."

"I saw that in July next year, the Nilfgaardian army will march towards Cintra... fight with the defenders at Manada, and defeat all odds and win with an overwhelming advantage, your majesties The main force he led was almost completely wiped out!"

"Absolutely ridiculous!"

"Be patient." East patted the back of his wife's hand.

The druid's deep eyes flashed with magical aura, trying to capture the witcher's thoughts, but found nothing.

He tried to divine Roy's whereabouts again, but found that it was shrouded in fog.

The demon hunter who is close at hand seems to have some anti-detection and anti-divination methods, making him transcend destiny.

Geralt leaned back on his chair, sipped his wine, and watched the changes. He sighed in his heart. He was persuaded by this boy's sharp tongue in the first place. He was curious, would the two rulers accept this?

"In just one day, Nilfgaard quickly surrounded the city we were in, the gate of the capital of Cintra. His Majesty led the remaining troops to defend against the city wall and the enchanted gate for four days and four nights. . Sintra has been declared lost!" Roy continued, his voice became a little heavier, and an inexplicable tension spread, making people involuntarily listen and trust.

"The Nilfgaardian army marched in, burned, killed and looted, turning the city of Sintra into a **** on earth. The entire sky and the nearby sea were reflected red by blood and fire!"

"Cintra was... destroyed."

East took a deep breath, closed his eyes in silence, leaned back on the chair, and remained silent for a long time.

"The time, place, and results are so detailed, what an amazing prophecy," Calanthe couldn't believe it. The army she was so proud of was actually so vulnerable to Roy's words?

She would rather believe that this guy is just making it up!

So his emerald green eyes were filled with angry flames, and he asked sternly,

"Then have you ever seen what happened to me and East?"

Roy said nothing and looked embarrassed.

"Just say..." East waved at him and showed an encouraging look.

For some reason, the witcher saw a glimmer of light and relief in the weathered eyes of the islander king.

It seemed that he had expected it.

"Your Majesty East, during the Battle of Manada, he charged into battle like an angry sea monster, but was still defeated and killed by an arrow. Your homeland, the Skellige Islands, has become your resting place."

"What about me?" Calanthe didn't know whether he was scared or angry, his voice was obviously trembling, and he was extremely out of sorts.

No one expected to see such a scene. The face of the lioness of Sintra was red, her eyes were filled with tears, and her lips were trembling.

East held her in his arms.

Just like he used to shield her from the falling gravel.

"On the day the city was broken... no one in the Cintra royal family surrendered, and everyone accompanied their families and committed suicide by taking poison. And you... were stabbed in the body by a spear while defending the city, and you were dragged along The seriously injured body returned to the castle and slit his wrists with a sharp weapon..."

Every pause in the demon hunter's words made the queen tremble in East's arms.

"You climb to the window and jump down from the highest point of the battlement——"

"Sacrifice yourself for your country!"

"Dead on the spot!"

Roy glanced across the queen's body with a hint of admiration. Although this woman had a bad temper, she had such a strong character in the face of major right and wrong.

The demon hunter's statement was not over yet. He used his final cruelty to put an end to the future of the two of them.

"Your body is missing, so His Majesty East is alone in the tomb!"

……

"That's enough, shut up!"

"Witcher," Calanthe wiped away the tears on his face, sat upright on the throne, and barely raised his head with a smile, "The wonderful show ends here! Now, I will give you a sum of money. Then You two leave immediately."

"You still have a question," East frowned, "Where is Ciri?"

"Do you believe his lies?" The queen turned around, her emerald green eyes flashing with tears, and asked puzzledly,

"My love, ask your heart, you have the answer." East suddenly breathed a long sigh of relief, "I believe him..."

Easter from the archipelago has never told anyone that when he was an adventurer wandering the sea, he always observed the stars in the sky to ensure that his ship would never deviate from the route.

But one night, lying on the deck of the longship with his hands on his pillow, he accidentally discovered the secrets engraved in the sky and the star map.

This discovery completely changed this once humorous and wandering adventurer into a gloomy man of few words.

Why?

Because the heavy future he saw from the stars was far less clear than Roy's description, but most of it overlapped.

For a long time, he has endured this nightmare future alone.

And now, his wife, so many people are sharing the burden for him.

This silent man seems to have taken off his shackles.

"Mossack, the most knowledgeable druid master, do you think so?" Calanthe turned to the old man with a gray beard, her eyes filled with anticipation, waiting for him to give a negative answer, but she was disappointed .

Druids, as children of nature, often observe various natural phenomena, such as storms, waves, lightning, and starry skies, and summarize patterns from them, most of which are signs of the future.

Although he could not understand the principle of the demon hunter's prophecy.

But the inspiration and experience he accumulated over the past hundred years, as well as the brief polygraph test just now, told him extremely clearly,

"I can't be sure whether all of Roy's words are true, but the language of nature tells me..." The Druid said with a heavy expression, "Most of them are true."

Calanthe felt weak all over and sat back in the chair, staring blankly into the air.

I suddenly closed my eyes.

Although she doesn’t want to admit it, the Witcher’s description of the future fits her character perfectly.

If she were in that desperate situation, she would definitely die for her country!

The witcher's next words gave her a fatal blow.

"Before you committed suicide, Queen, you made several knights of the castle swear an oath to protect Ciri and escape. However, during the escape, those knights were killed by Nilfgaard soldiers, and Ciri and the corpses were left behind. In the alleys of the burning city."

The two rulers held their breath, clasping their hands to support each other.

Geralt also pricked up his ears. Roy had never told him this part.

"Later, Ciri relied on her cleverness and intuition to escape the pursuit of the Nilfgaardian infantry team, and she survived."

"But hungry and trudging."

"She will suffer a lot, much more than she has in the past ten years."

The hall fell into an uncomfortable silence.

There were only a few people breathing heavily.

After a long time.

Calanthe took a deep breath, and his face completely returned to calmness and grace.

She took out her handkerchief and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. She looked at the two demon hunters. There was no longer any disdain or disgust in her eyes, only a trace of understanding and respect in her calmness.

"So, you want to take Xili away to prevent her from prematurely suffering the grief of a subjugated princess."

"Yes," Geralt said, "you finally understand what we are thinking."

"While there was nothing we could do about Sintra's doom."

"But at least, we can save Ciri."

"I'm giving you two a reminder, I just don't want her to blame us in the future."

……

"It can't change Xinte's misfortune, not necessarily."

Calanthe held her husband's arm ~IndoMTL.com~ Both eyes flashed with the tacit understanding cultivated by each other, "Assume that what Master Roy said is true. We know the information one year in advance. ”

"Do you guys know what this means?" Calanthe's eyes were shining, and his tone was full of hope as the morning sun emerged from the sky, "We have nearly a year to prepare in advance."

"Even if we still can't change the outcome of failure, we will try our best to not lose so miserably!"

"And now, let's not talk about Ciri. Roy, you stand so high. You see so many crucial scenes." East, who was bent over by fate, had fighting spirit in his eyes. With the heavy burden lifted, he will fight to the end for his wife and fight for every possibility of survival!

Even if he dies, he will make Nilfgaard pay a heavy price and tear off a piece of flesh from this behemoth!

"You should have some suggestions that you have not disclosed."

"How to deal with the threat of Nilfgaard? In your opinion, what should Cintra pay attention to and what should it do in that decisive battle?"

Roy thought for a while and sighed.