The Divine Hunter Chapter 6: Advice and Test

The battlefield filled with beacon smoke is like a meat grinder that keeps running, making a terrifying rumbling sound of killing, swallowing fresh blood and flesh all the time.

Amidst the flash of swords and rising flames, figures fell into a pool of blood and turned into corpses.

On the edge of the battlefield in the night, there was a strange stalemate near the corner of the dark woods.

Three Scoia'tael were seriously injured and fell to the ground, losing their combat effectiveness.

The witcher stood with his sword in hand, turning half of his face to the side and looking behind him

The thin elf woman raised the steel sword stiffly with both hands, and pointed the tip of the sword straight at the large cloak behind him.

Black and red hair flutters in the night wind.

On the face covered with blood, the starry eyes looked at the marble-like profile with cold light.

The bridge of the nose, eyebrows, lips, silver-gray eyes, and pointed ears.

Her heartbeat suddenly slowed down a beat.

An unusual sense of familiarity came over me.

Same as three years ago.

Roy lowered his sword with a complicated expression on his face, and the golden and dark light still covered his whole body.

The surrounding shouts of death faded away unconsciously, and a dusty memory came to mind.

Barony of La Valette.

Don't forget me.

A gentle kiss on the corner of the lips.

The black and red hair brushed her cheeks, her warm and sweet breath, and her eyes with reluctance and nostalgia.

Everyn, three years have not left the slightest trace on her face.

But at that time, the delicate and charming temperament had been washed away by the battlefield, leaving only perseverance, courage, and iron-bloodedness.

Familiar, yet strange.

……

He glanced at the elf sorceress Vasily who was about to fall into coma in pain, Toluvel who was standing upside down with smoke coming out of her body, and Kensafa whose chest was bloody...

It was these three guys who brought Aveline back to the edge of the world, Doll Bretanner!

He had imagined that Aveline might join the Scoia'tael.

But he never thought that he would meet her again on the battlefield.

Swords facing each other.

There is no wine, stories, or the joy of meeting old friends again.

There is only depression and discomfort.

"You, you are Roy?!" Evelyn's steel sword stood sideways at her waist, her eyes nervously scanning the fallen companions, her voice was clear and melodious, but with a hint of trembling and disbelief.

The skinny boy a few years ago has now become a strong, agile, and murderous demon hunter.

More handsome, with sharper ears, and facial features closer to those of his own people, like an elf hybrid.

But he held it tightly in his hand, and the white jade sword that was still dripping with blood reflected a cruel and beautiful light.

The blood of our compatriots!

The cold reality is before our eyes.

This man whom I once regarded as a relative, whom I loved and loved deeply in my heart, killed countless brothers and sisters without mercy.

A stabbing pain strangled her heart.

Compatriots died tragically.

A former close friend turned into a murderer.

How ridiculous? !

A few drops of cold liquid poured out of her eyes uncontrollably, creating two eye-catching tear troughs on her cheeks covered with camouflage paint.

"It's me, Aveline...sister."

The witcher's voice was hoarse, as if he was seriously ill.

"You, are you with them? That time in Nuocheng, too..."

The elf woman asked in a whisper, shaking the steel sword in her hand twice, and walked closer to him.

Roy's mind suddenly became a little messy.

The original pleasure of killing with all your heart was gone.

There is only bitterness in my chest.

Subconsciously blocking the gap in the woods with his back.

Prevent your companions on the battlefield from discovering any unusual movements here.

"Stop asking. Leave, Aveline, and take them away immediately."

The raid battle has come to an end, and there are less than fifty Scoia'tael left, and they are still decreasing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

"What did you say?" Toluvel touched the long hair on the top of her head that was as electric as a steel needle standing upside down, thinking she heard wrong.

Climbing up with difficulty, he leaned against a rough tree burr, his small chest rising and falling, and he looked at Roy darkly, suddenly a look of surprise appeared on his face,

"Eveline, is this ape-man an old acquaintance who saved your life in La Valette?"

The elf lady smiled sadly and nodded.

"There's no time to explain. Let's go! Before they find out!" Roy emphasized his tone, and his silver-gray pupils shot out a sharp cold light.

He sighed in his heart.

He still clearly remembered Aveline's meticulous care and concern for him.

He couldn't do that cruel thing, even if he was a man of great will.

So there is only one choice.

"Witcher, stop being hypocritical!" Kensafa, who was leaning against the tung tree, glanced sideways at the gap in his chest and saw the blood dripping out from between his fingers. He joked feebly, "Kill us. How many people are there? In Nuo City, there were just now!"

"I never saw you being merciful before, but now you are so disgustingly hypocritical!"

"What's your conspiracy?!"

"Come on, give me a good time!"

"Eveline, do it!" Kensafa's bloodshot eyes turned to the elf lady, "Have you forgotten the compatriots who died under his hands? You have forgotten the blood relatives who were swallowed by the magma and howled in pain! ”

"You have forgotten the old saying noamekend. (Those who are not of my race must have a different heart)."

Everin clenched the steel sword in her hand, arched her back and bent her knees to make an offensive gesture, her expression changing.

"Bang!" Roy shook his wrist, and Guvihir drew a white light and hit Kensafa on the head, knocking him unconscious and burying his cheek in the soil.

Then he knocked out the warlock Vasily, who was covering her legs and wailing, with another sword.

The five fingers are outlined in the electric light and flint.

Toluvel's eyes were dazzled, her pupils dilated like a puppet, and she stood frozen in place.

The demon hunter flashed, holding the two women on his shoulders left and right as if carrying sacks, and stretched out his hand towards Aveline.

"Follow me!"

When the strong wind came, the elf lady tightened her pretty face, gritted her teeth, screamed, and swung a sword at him.

But this sword is far below the standard, full of flaws, and is worse than a child's juggling.

Boom!

The weak steel sword was bounced to the ground by Quen's seal.

Roy shook his head and sighed.

Big hands can catch and hug each other.

Everin was dragged over by him involuntarily.

The next second, Roy, who was carrying three women, turned into a strong wind and disappeared far away from the battlefield.

……

Ten minutes later, this one-sided suicide attack ended completely, and the forest glade was filled with Scoia'tael corpses.

Under the siege of the demon hunters, only a few fish escaped the net.

"What are you looking at, man?"

Lambert patted Oakes on the shoulder and glanced around.

Between the cooling lava and the smoke from several charred carriages, Kaedweni soldiers patrolled back and forth, cleaning the battlefield, but the witcher's carriage convoy was impregnable and undamaged!

"Roy took away a few elf women." Oakes muttered with his eyebrows inverted,

"What are you talking about? He is chasing a fugitive!"

……

A dark cave far away from the battlefield.

Two hypnotized elf ladies fell beside the rock wall under the torch.

Everin sat in the corner with her hands around her calves and her chin resting on her knees. Half of her pale face was illuminated by the firelight, while the other half was hidden in the shadows, with a heartbreaking weakness.

"Eveline, I don't want to lie to you, I killed a lot of Scoia'tael. Because if I don't kill them, I will die. From the beginning to the end, I fought back out of self-protection, no matter that time in Nuo City, It's still today." The witcher stood in the shadows with a low voice, "But now, no matter how many explanations are given, you can't listen, right?"

"Out of our former friendship..." Roy looked deeply at Aveline, who was looking at the ground in concentration, avoiding his direct gaze.

"I'll give you a piece of advice."

"Stay in the Blue Mountains and stop interfering in this war. Your bottomless attacks have no meaning except making the situation of the ancient race more worrying."

"Keep going. Sooner or later, you and your two sisters will inevitably die!"

Everin obviously didn't listen.

Guazi’s face was as cold as ice.

Clenched his silver teeth.

The demon hunter suddenly knelt down in front of her and forced a crystal clear telescope crystal into her palm.

Silver gray eyes stared into her round eyes.

"The Evelyn I know is a kind and compassionate woman. She does not want to see her compatriots continue to attack innocent humans and then die senselessly!"

"She doesn't want more innocent people to die."

Roy’s star-like eyes shone with gentleness and consideration

"I can imagine that you must have suffered a lot from the previous battle."

Valley/spanEverin's thin shoulders trembled.

My nose suddenly felt sore.

The people who know me best are not the blood compatriots who fight side by side.

But him.

“But this situation is not without opportunity for change.”

Roy's voice changed and he said something that shocked Aveline even more than today's encounter.

"I know that the person who gave the orders behind you is a member of the Northern Warlock Brotherhood, the Elf Warlock Your Excellency Francesca Findabey, right?"

He deliberately emphasized the tone of his last name.

Everin couldn't help but close her eyes, her cheeks stained with blood and camouflage paint turned as pale as snow flakes.

How did he find out?

The witcher found the answer from this expression,

I pondered for a long time, frowning.

A look of thinking appeared in his eyes.

Some kind of decision was made in my heart.

"Listen to me, take your two friends back to the Blue Mountains and tell Francesca that I can answer all her questions, including the whereabouts of her partner Wigfortz!"

"I can also give her a top-secret suggestion. The plan does not require you to kowtow to Emhyr Emreth, Emperor of Nilfgaard, and let your fellow elves act as his pawns and jump into the fire pit of the north. ."

"And I can realize your ideal and let the elves get a land that is completely their own!"

Everin couldn't help but glance at him.

His tone was passionate, his expression was sincere, and his eyes were shining, as if he had suddenly changed from a butcher with his hands stained with the blood of his compatriots to a Scoia'tael for Alerion!

The huge contrast made Aveline feel dazed.

But it must be said that the scenes he depicts are full of temptation.

"Are you tired of living in the barren land at the edge of the world?"

"It's okay if you don't want the land in Baihua Valley, you have a better choice."

"Another piece of land that is more suitable for you."

"But first, you have to ask Francesca to contact me...with this crystal!"

……

After the witcher finished speaking, he pursed his lips and took one last look at Aveline.

So carefully, with a sense of nostalgia, as if to completely engrave her face in my heart.

Everine was almost tempted to let him stay and talk to him patiently and thoroughly.

Remove imaginary misunderstandings.

Talk about your experiences over the past few years.

But she can't.

If you do this, how can you be worthy of your dead compatriots?

Roy was silent and shook her soft, yet delicately calloused hand.

Turn around!

Striding out of the cave without any regrets.

The black cloak swirled behind him and disappeared into the dark night in the blink of an eye.

……

When Roy returned to the camp, Lambert and Oaks gave him a teasing look.

But he understood and didn’t ask any more questions.

A hundred more Kaedweni soldiers are in the camp.

Arriving shortly after the battle.

But Roy didn't find it strange at all. This was consistent with his memory. When he was practicing the lava seal, he noticed the stalker behind him, but he didn't say anything.

In the center of the camp, the fallen have been neatly lined up in several rows, lying side by side, whether they were dwarves, elves, or humans.

There were more than two hundred corpses, nine of which were Scoia'tael. There were less than twenty people killed in the convoy, all of whom were Wenck's soldiers.

Fight with the fierce Scoia'tael and die together, or be hit in the vital part by an arrow with a splitting needle.

As for the demon hunter's companions and the six-man dwarf team, there are many of them.

Although his body was covered in blood, his armor and weapons were badly worn.

I only suffered some superficial injuries.

Roy breathed a sigh of relief. His intervention finally changed the fate of several dwarves!

But the atmosphere was a bit strange.

In this encounter, their side won a complete victory, but the atmosphere in the field was quite depressing, without any joy or excitement.

Beside the motorcade, the messy ground had not yet been cleaned up, and overturned barrels were scattered everywhere, some of which fell to pieces.

The contents inside were scattered on the ground, and those so-called military supplies were exposed to a pair of eyes as nothing more than ordinary gray stones, and their value was far less than that of salted fish.

"Assistance to King Aedirn Demavi?" Yarpan Zygrin gritted his teeth and said the destination of his trip, which was not the support of Kaedwen soldiers.

But to Aedirn.

He quickly jumped onto a carriage, and in front of everyone, he unceremoniously split open a wooden box with an axe.

The break reveals hard and rough blue edges.

The box is full of rocks.

"This is what King Henselt repeatedly asked us before he left, the extraordinarily important secret assistance! An **** of great significance?" He looked around at everyone present with eyes as wide as plates.

The five dwarves turned blue in disbelief, and their throats hissed angrily.

The demon hunters had a look of surprise on their faces. They had long been keenly aware that the wheels of the carriage were too deep, and the contents of the large boxes on the carriage were surprisingly heavy.

Unexpectedly, it was a stone.

Even the children in the center of the motorcade remained silent, but their eyes were full of curiosity. Why do the dwarf uncles protect such a bunch of worthless things?

A tall quartermaster emerged from the Kaedweni soldiers wearing black and gold uniforms.

Even the coat is intact.

A trace of deep guilt appeared on the cold cheek.

"I'm sorry for keeping it secret from you for so long... Mr. Yalpan, I will tell you the truth, this **** is a trap." Wenke apologized and bowed to the dwarf, "In order to draw out Scoia'tael lurking in the forest."

"In order to prevent the supplies from being stolen by them, I used these stones to replace them."

"A trap for the Scoia'tael?" Paulie Dahlberg tightened his grip on his beloved hand crossbow and threw his thick beard over his right shoulder. "This is a trap that will kill us! If it weren't for the master witcher Joined halfway."

He couldn't help but look at the witcher's convoy with gratitude.

"There are only fifty of us, and we have been completely killed by this group of Scoia'tael!"

"What did you do to us?" Bernie said in a tone of shame and anger. He was even determined to die for this pile of rocks, "Who do you think we are?"

"Be patient, everyone. To be exact, there are one hundred and fifty people in the convoy!" A knight in shining armor walked out from Commissioner Wenke and calmly explained to several dwarves, "I am free of charge. Redgard, on the orders of King Henselt, is leading a group of Kaedwen's elite warriors to follow the convoy to protect everyone!"

His tone was full of businesslike indifference.

"Haha!" Yannick laughed angrily and roared at the knight, "You guys came just in time! The battle is over and you just showed up! Help us clean up the battlefield! Dear Lord Fredgard, You really helped us a lot!"

He bowed dramatically to the Kaedweni soldiers.

"Thank you!"

"No, this is not a trap for the Scoia'tael."

Roy walked out of the crowd and glanced sharply at Commissioner Wenke, as well as the knights and newly opened soldiers

"What do you mean, Roy?"

"Bernie, actually I have a guess!"

The witcher shattered the quartermaster's excuse. ~IndoMTL.com~ This secret operation of transporting and escorting stones is just a design by King Henselt to test whether you are traitors. ”

"My dear Lord of Kaedwen, I would like to know if you have been collaborating with the Scoia'tael for a long time."

"He wants to see if you dare to fight the Scoia'tael with real swords!"

This moment.

The entire battlefield was silent.

A trace of pity and sympathy appeared in the eyes of the witchers.

The dwarf dragon-hunting team, as a member of an ancient race, betrayed their compatriots Scoia'tael and served loyally for the emperor of mankind, even at the cost of fighting swords of their own kind.

But in exchange for doubts and temptations.

Temptation at the cost of their lives.

"Wenke, old man, tell me the answer!" Yarpan looked at the quartermaster with a trace of expectation in his eyes.

"Sorry, Yarpen...Reagan, Bernie...forgive us." Wenke lowered his head with a painful expression, "But everything is over, the danger and suspicion are over."

"I will tell His Majesty Henselt when I get back that you are not spies and you have not betrayed!"

He raised his head and glanced at the six dwarves sincerely.

"I will vouch for you with my personality and reputation! Your Majesty will understand!"

……

The six dwarves standing side by side said nothing. They slowly turned their heads and glanced at everyone around Wenke, including the new soldiers, the soldiers who had just fought side by side, the colleagues who fell on the ground, and the two hundred Scoia'tael members. A corpse.

After a moment of silence.

"There's no need for that." Yarpen Ziegelin's tone contained a sense of tiredness and disappointment that was deep in his bones.

He ignored Wenke's gaze.

Look at the witcher.

"Masters, I'm afraid I have to disturb you next. The six of us would like to take a ride."

"Welcome!"

Roy nodded happily.