The Divine Hunter Chapter 6: Select

Countless thoughts ran through Roy's mind. It would be too abrupt to directly ask for the spatial coordinates of the Wild Hunt world. He decided to first clarify another doubt that had been hidden in his heart.

"I have no interest in your struggles, politics, or intrigues with humans. I just want to know, what is the relationship between the Ain Sheedi family and Ain El in another world? They are friendly, close, and identical. Stranger or hostile?"

"I'm sure Vilgefortz doesn't know this secret."

The sorceress smiled, but her eyes did not waver,

"Now it's my turn to ask questions, you just need to tell the answer." Roy emphasized.

She was silent for two seconds and answered as agreed.

"It's very complicated. Since you asked this, you must know the origins of the two races, so I won't go into details. Since I can remember, due to the differences in ideas, the leaders of the two ethnic groups have basically no contact. There is only the relationship between the two races. Aion Savini, also known as the Knower by humans, and the elven sages still use long-distance magical communication to maintain pitiful connections."

Roy nodded, he would be able to follow the clues if he had contact.

"Ideological differences?"

"Ain El does not farm, but likes to plunder the resources and essence of other civilizations to support himself... And we, the Ain Sheidi family, hate endless aggression and war, and we are willing to coexist peacefully with other races. I enjoy using my innate intelligence to transform the world and make it a perfect home."

Roy seemed to have heard a big joke and looked straight at the woman,

"I like peace, so you order the Scoia'tael to kill innocent people indiscriminately?"

"Are you so stupid!?" Francesca shook her head in disappointment, her dark golden hair elegantly brushing the side of her face as delicate as a girl,

"Did you know that more than five hundred years ago, we, Ain Sheedy, were the masters of this continent? However, after the first landing, cunning humans pretended to be friends with us and survived and developed with our help. And learned magic, and then relied on the terrifying fertility of beasts to continue to multiply and grow."

A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of Francesca's mouth,

"In the end, humans ungratefully raised the butcher knife to their benefactors, forcing the dwarves to retreat to the caves in the Mahakam Mountains, occupying the cities and cultural treasures built by the elves, and driving us into the barren and barren Blue Mountains!"

"We are just repaying the atrocities committed by humans hundreds of years ago and taking back our former homeland!"

She stretched out her slender white left hand, made a fist, and concluded in a deep voice,

"Ion Sheedy hates war, but he is not a coward or a weakling! We are giving blood for blood, tooth for tooth!"

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When you elves came to this world, you were equally unkind to the indigenous people.

Roy's mind turned to these words,

"So do you still think that Ayn El's concept of conquest and plunder is wrong?"

"Ion Sheedy is a counterattacker, not an aggressor." Francesca's innocent and pretty face was filled with a faint white light, "But all we want is to let Iron Sheedy multiply and grow stronger. The land of Baihua Valley, after that, all actions will stop and we will never invade other countries. Otherwise, what is the difference between us and disgusting humans?"

Roy looked at this elf queen with strange eyes... She has an inexplicable backbone.

But his opinion of the Scoia'tael elves has changed slightly.

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"I answered you without reservation, and now it's my turn to ask questions." The elf woman cast a scrutinizing gaze, "A few years ago, Aveline, who fled back to the Blue Mountains, conveyed a message to me, claiming that you It can help us find a prosperous land so that my compatriots will no longer shed blood and sacrifice."

"How can you say such a thing so boldly? Not even the Emperor of Nilfgaard has such a big tone."

"You obviously have constant friction with the Scoia'tael Party, why do you retaliate with kindness? Is it because you have the blood of elves flowing in your body, or is it because of Aveline?"

"There is a reason for this. Evelyn is like my sister, who once brought me a beautiful memory. I don't want to see her raise a butcher knife to the innocent people in the north, and I suffer from it in my heart. In the end Leave without knowing anything."

Roy has a calm face and a sincere attitude,

"I am not doing this completely for free. I want to have a deal with you where we each get what we need. I will help you get a piece of land, you"

"In the North, when did the demon hunters have such great power and grant the elves a territory?" Francesca suddenly interrupted, her eyes became cold again, "I think I understand, you this time Are you here to see me as a lobbyist for a certain northern king, Vizmir II, Foltest?"

"Don't get me wrong... I have long been interested in running errands for the king." Roy smiled proudly, "The territory I am referring to is neither in the north nor in the south."

"Is it another world?" The Elf Queen thought of something, her breath stagnated, and she narrowed her eyes.

"You guessed it, it is the world of Ain El. We are only one coordinate away from it, but the knower in the Blue Mountains must know the answer. Find it and give it to me, this is mine One of the conditions."

Francesca thought seriously.

Roy put his hands behind his back and walked slowly around her, admiring her slender figure like a doe in the forest,

"Ion Sheedy and Ion Al come from the same origin and were split from Iron Woodard. After a long separation, why can't they be reunited as one. Change that you are now strangers relationship."

"The world of Ain El is vast, and the indigenous people have been slaughtered long ago. The remaining land is more than enough to accommodate ten Ain Shedi tribe, and there are no humans to scheming with you."

"King Oberon is getting old. At the same time, the race he leads has long lost the ancient blood that can travel through time and space on a large scale. Only the Red Knight is still daydreaming about making a comeback... And you, young, Full of vitality, with the same blood, why not come to the past and replace it, and then the so-called ideological differences will no longer be a problem."

The witcher's words are like the devil's temptation.

Ion Sheedy has never proposed such a unique argument, why two ancient elves separated by a world cannot reunite and live under the same sky.

"You are simply whimsical!"

Francesca smiled contemptuously,

"There is absolutely no way King Oberon will agree to this. The differences between us and them are difficult to resolve. Moreover, the two worlds are millions of miles apart. How can I teleport my compatriots there?"

"Oberyn, the die-hards in the Wild Hunt, and the problem of teleportation." Roy said calmly, but his words were unusually powerful, "I will solve it! If you agree, wait until tonight's turmoil ends, We can take a long-term approach."

"What are you going to do with it?"

"Blood of the Ancients! How do you think I know the secrets of the two races?"

Francesca suddenly seemed to be pricked by a needle, staring at the witcher in disbelief, her expression changing.

The blood of ancient times, the blood of time and space, is also the blood of prophecy! But how could such a noble bloodline be related to a demon hunter? !

She suppressed the questions in her mind and shook her head stubbornly,

"No, it's not wrong. Why should I go through all the trouble to cross a world?"

"I have a better choice now. When the Second Northern War breaks out, Emhyr Emres will fulfill his promise and cede the Valley of Flowers. By then, Ain Sheedy will naturally get his own land! ”

"I agree with your statement..." Roy followed her words and said, "Emperor Emhyr is a man of his word. You have made such a big sacrifice and you deserve to be rewarded."

"But have you ever thought about it? Before you take back the Valley of Flowers, how many more Ayn Sheidi will die in the battle?"

"This time, Nilfgaard did not seize the opportunity. Your actions to assassinate the northern king failed one after another. The black-armored army is destined to encounter unprecedented strong resistance, which means a protracted war."

"And what kind of army is the Scoia'tael?"

Roy asked Francesca.

The woman's shoulders trembled,

"To put it politely, they are the vanguard and vanguard, but in fact, they are cannon fodder."

"There is no doubt that Emhyr will ask the Scoia'tael to fight **** battles where the fighting is fiercest and the death rate is highest."

"That kind of place is like a meat grinding ground. The only thing the Scoia'tael can do is follow the tradition and enjoy some fun before death."

"When the war is over, how many of them will be left?"

"Half? Three tenths, or one tenth?"

The witcher's words were like sharp knives, piercing Francesca's heart every word, making her heart bleed.

"But it's not over yet. The last remaining tenth will also meet their doom. Emhyr, let them continue to harass the north until they are exhausted, like burning candles completely, The wax torch turns to ashes and is blown away by the wind, leaving nothing behind."

"When Emhyr regains the north, for the sake of reputation, he will definitely ask you, his royal elf queen, to completely cut off contact with the Scoia'tael; in order to win people's hearts, he will also order you to kill the last batch of old people indiscriminately. Weak women and children, compatriots who suffered more from the people of the north than the Black Armored Army, were handed over to be whipped...making them scapegoats and the last sacrifices under the royal power to appease the people's anger."

Every word of Roy comes from the memory of the future.

The more the elf lady thought about it, the more she felt that she had no way to refute, and her face became as pale as paper.

"Enid Ann Grena, the queen of Ayn Sheidi..." Roy looked at the elf lady calmly, with even a trace of pity in his eyes, "When you make a deal with Emhyr, from then on He took over the Valley of Flowers in his hands. When those lucky elf children were breathing the free air, enjoying the fertile land and forests, and multiplying, there were people who collected the incomplete bones of the Scoia'tael who died in the battle and washed away the humiliation they had endured. and infamy."

Francie was stuck and unable to answer.

"Which foreign land will their souls wander to?"

The heartbreaking question echoed in the corridor.

Francesca raised her head and stared at the deep night outside the window, tears as clear as pearls bursting from her eyes.

Sorry...

She said in her heart.

But the dead children couldn't hear it.

"Choose Emhyr, and the Scoia'tael who are still alive will be crushed sooner or later."

Roy's voice sounded again.

"Choose to believe me... You can avoid sacrifices in the future and even today. ~IndoMTL.com~Today?" The woman's crisp voice had an uncontrollable tremor,

"You think tonight's actions are secretive!?" Roy stamped the floor under his feet, "The advisers of the Northern King have already opened the dragnet, and you and the Scoia'tael hiding in the cellar have become the turtle in the urn. ”

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"Witcher Roy, are you standing in the north or the south?"

After a long time, Francesca sighed quietly, her eyes filled with deep worry and entanglement.

"Lean to the north, but have no interest in intervening too much. Now, I just want to make a deal with you in peace and friendship. If you are willing, in five minutes, enter the hall with me and you will admit yourself to Nilfgaard in public. Spy identity, and announced a complete break with Emhyr."

"Iain Sheedy will be free from the whirlpool of politics from now on."

This is Triss and Korn's request to completely separate the Scoia'tael from the power in the south.

At the same time, completely tie Aoin Sheedy onto the anti-Wild Hunt ship.

After hearing this, the woman took a breath and showed an extremely ridiculous expression.

"Your views on future war just now are impressive. But now you are acting like an arrogant lunatic. Why do you want me to give up the hard work and arrangements of the past few years, terminate the operation, and even betray Enxi? You, cut off the only escape route?"

"Just a word of ancient blood and a plan that has not yet begun."

"Where does your confidence come from?"

"Enid, I always like to speak with strength. Just wait and see, you will understand."

A light as bright as day flashed in the witcher's eyes.

Illuminate the night sky outside the corridor's flower window.

Far away, a group of pitch-black bats flapped their wings and quietly flew across the sea-crossing bridge, flying towards Aretuza, which was protected by the magic circle.