The Divine Hunter - Chapter 629

Chapter 629 Selection

Roy had countless thoughts in his mind, and it would be too abrupt to ask the spatial coordinates of the Wild Hunt world directly. He decided to first clear up another doubt that had been hidden in his heart.

“I have no interest in your struggles with humans, politics, intrigues. I just want to know, what is the relationship between the Ain Shidi family and the Ain El in another world? Friendly and intimate, strangers, also Or hostile?”

“I’m sure Wigfords doesn’t know the secret.”

The sorceress smiled, but her eyes did not waver,

“Now it’s my turn to ask questions, you just need to say the answer.” Roy emphasized.

She was silent for two seconds and answered as agreed.

“It’s very complicated. Since you ask this question, you must know the origin of the two races, so I won’t go into details. Since I can remember, because of the differences in philosophy, the leaders of the two races have basically no connection. Savigny, who is also known by human mouths and elf sages, still uses long-distance magical communication to maintain a pitiful connection.”

Roy nodded, and if he has contact, he can follow the clues.

“Different ideas?”

“Ain El is not involved in farming, but likes to plunder the resources and essence of other civilizations to support himself… And we Ain Shidi hate endless aggression and war, we are willing to coexist peacefully with other races, and enjoy using Innate ingenuity to transform the world and make it a perfect home.”

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

“You like peace, so you ordered the Squirrel Party to kill innocent people indiscriminately?”

“You are so foolish!?” Francesca shook her head in disappointment, her dark blonde hair gracefully brushed the side of her delicate young girl’s face,

“Do you know that more than five hundred years ago, we Ain Shedi were the masters of this continent, but after the first landing, the cunning humans pretended to be friends with us, survived and developed with our help and learned to Magic, and then multiply and grow with the terrifying fertility of beasts.”

A sarcastic smile appeared on Franceska’s mouth,

“In the end, human beings ungratefully raised the butcher’s knife to their benefactors, drove the dwarves back to the caves in the Mahakam Mountains, invaded the cities and cultural treasures built by the elves, and drove us into the barren and barren Blue Mountains!”

“We are just repaying the atrocities of mankind hundreds of years ago and taking back our former homeland!”

She stretched out her slender and fair left hand, clenched her fist, and concluded in a deep voice,

“Ain Shedi hates war, but he’s not a coward or a bastard! We’re blood for blood, tooth for tooth!”

…

When you elves came to this world, you were equally rude to the aborigines.

Roy turned this sentence in his mind,

“So do you still think Ain El’s idea of ​​conquering plunder is wrong?”

“Ian Sheidi is a counterattack, not an aggressor.” Francesca’s innocent face was filled with a faint white light, “but what we want is only a piece of land for Ian Sheidi to thrive— – Hundred Flowers Valley, after that, all actions will stop – we will never invade other countries. Otherwise, what is the difference with disgusting humans?”

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

But his opinion of the Squirrel Elves changed slightly.

…

“I answered you without reservation, now it’s my turn to ask questions.” The elf woman cast a scrutiny look, “A few years ago, Evelyn, who fled back to the Blue Mountains, sent me a message, claiming that you can help us To find a land to prosper, so that my people will no longer shed blood.”

“How can you say such a thing so boldly, even the Emperor Nilfgaard didn’t have such a big tone.”

“You obviously have constant friction with the Squirrel Party. Why do you repay your grievances with virtue? Is it because of the blood of the elf flowing in your body, or because of Evelyn?”

“There is a reason for this. Evelyn, like my sister, once brought me a good memory. I don’t want to see her raise a butcher’s knife against innocent people in the north. Leave.”

Roy’s face is calm and his attitude is sincere,

“I didn’t do it completely for free. I wanted to make a deal with you to get what you need. I’ll help you get a piece of land, and you—”

“In the north, when did the witchers have such great power to grant the elves a territory?” Francesca suddenly interrupted, her eyes turned cold again, “I think I understand, you are here to see me this time. , to be a lobbyist for some northern king, Vizmir II, Foltest?”

“Don’t get me wrong… I have no interest in helping the king run errands for a long time.” Roy smiled proudly, “The territory I am referring to is neither in the north nor in the south.”

“Could it be—another world?” The elf queen thought of something, her breath stagnant, her eyes narrowed,

“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 out and give it to me, this is one of my conditions. .”

Francesca thought seriously.

Roy put his hands on his back waist, slowly paced around her, admiring her slender figure like a doe in the forest,

“Ain Shedi and Ain Al come from the same origin – split from Ain Woodward, why can’t they be reunited after a long separation. Change the way you are now strangers relation.”

“Ain El’s world is vast, the aborigines have long been slaughtered, and the remaining territory is more than enough for ten Ain Shidi tribes, and there are no human beings to intrigue with you.”

“King Oberon is getting old, and at the same time, the race he commanded has long since lost the ancient blood that traveled through time and space on a large scale, and only the red knight is still dreaming of a comeback… And you, young and full of energy, The blood is of the same origin, why not come to the past, and instead, the so-called ideological differences will no longer be a problem.”

The witcher’s words are like the bewitchment of a demon.

Never before has any Ian Shedi put forward such a unique argument, why two ancient elves, separated by a world, could not reunite and live under one sky.

“You’re just whimsical!”

Francesca smiled contemptuously at Di,

“It is absolutely impossible for King Oberon to agree to this matter. The differences between us and them are difficult to resolve. Moreover, the two worlds are separated by tens of millions of layers. How can I send my compatriots there?”

“Oberron, the stubborn elements in the Wild Hunt, and the problem of teleportation.” Roy said calmly, but his words were unusually powerful, “I’ll solve it! If you agree, we can have a long-term discussion when the turmoil ends tonight. .”

“What are you going to do with it?”

“Ancient blood! Where do you think I know the secrets of the two races?”

Francesca suddenly seemed to have been pricked by a needle, staring at the witcher in disbelief, her face changing.

The blood of ancient times, the blood of time and space, and the blood of prophecy! But how could such a noble bloodline be associated with a witcher? !

She suppressed her doubts and shook her head stubbornly,

“No, it can’t be done, why do I have to go to great lengths to cross a world?”

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

“I agree with what you said…” Roy said following her words, “Emperor Emhyr is still a man of his word. You deserve to be paid for making such a big sacrifice.”

“But have you ever thought, before that? How many Ain Shedi will die in battle before you take back the Valley of Flowers?”

“This time, Nilfgaard did not seize the opportunity, and your assassination of the king of the north failed again. The Black Armored Army is destined to encounter unprecedented resistance, which means a protracted war.”

“And what kind of army is the Squirrel Party?”

Roy asked Francesca.

The woman’s shoulders trembled,

“Decently speaking, it is the vanguard, the vanguard, but in fact, it is cannon fodder.”

“There is no doubt that Emhyr will ask the Squirrel Party to go to the place where the fighting is fiercest and the death rate is highest.”

“That kind of place is like a meat grinder, and the only thing the squirrels can do is follow tradition and have a good time before they die.”

“When the war is over, how much do they have left?”

“Half? Three-tenths, or—one-tenth?”

The Witcher’s words were like sharp knives, stabbing Francesca’s heart every word and word, causing her heart to bleed.

“But it’s not over yet. The last remaining tenth will also be doomed. Emhyr, let them continue to harass the North until they are exhausted, like burning a candle completely, and the wax burns into Ash, when blown by the wind, nothing remains.”

“When Emhyr recaptures the north, for the sake of fame, he will definitely ask you, the elf queen he has appointed, to completely disconnect from the Squirrel Party; in order to win people’s hearts, he will also order you to kill the last batch of indiscriminately killing the old, the weak, women and children, The compatriots who are more hated by the northern people than the Heijia Army will be handed over to whip their corpses… Let them become scapegoats, the last sacrifice under the king’s power to quell the anger of the people.”

Every word of   Roy originates from future memories.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that there was no way to refute, her face was as pale as paper.

“Enid Ann Grina, the queen of Ain Shedi…” Roy looked at the elf lady calmly, with even a hint of pity in his eyes, “When you make a deal with Emhyr, take it from him Over the Valley of Flowers, when those lucky elf children breathe the free air, enjoy the fertile land and forests, and thrive, there can be someone who will gather up the mutilated bones and wash away the humiliation and infamy they have endured for the squirrel party who died in battle. ”

Francesca could not answer.

“In which foreign land will their souls float?”

Heart-poking questions echoed in the corridor.

Francesca raised her head and stared at the dark night outside the window, tears welling up in her eyes.

Feel sorry…

she said to herself.

But the group of dead children couldn’t hear.

“Choose Emhyr, and sooner or later the still alive Squirrel Party will be crushed to ashes.”

Roy’s voice rang again.

“Choose to believe me… future and even today’s sacrifices can be avoided.”

“Today?” The woman’s crisp voice had an uncontrollable tremor,

“You think tonight’s action is very secret!?” Roy stomped the floor under his feet, “The advisors of the king of the north have opened the net, and you and the squirrel party hiding in the cellar have become turtles in a urn.”

…

“Roy the witcher, are you standing in the north or the south?”

After a long time, Francesca sighed softly, her eyes were deeply worried and tangled.

“Leaning to the north, but not interested in interfering too much. Right now, I just want to make a deal with you peacefully and amicably. If you want, in another five minutes, enter the hall with me, and you will publicly admit your identity as a Nilfgaardian spy. , and announced a complete break with Emhyr.”

“Ain Shedi will be free from the whirlpool of politics from now on.”

This is Triss and Cohen’s request – the complete separation of the Squirrel Party from the forces of the South.

At the same time, tie Ain Shidi to the anti-Wild Hunt ship.

The woman gasped after hearing this, revealing an extremely absurd look.

“Just now, Your Excellency’s view on the future war is admirable. But now you are acting like an arrogant lunatic. Why do you make me give up the hard work and arrangements of the past few years, stop the operation, even betray Emhyr, stop The only way out?”

“Just a sentence of ancient blood, and a plan that hasn’t started yet.”

“Where does your confidence come from?”

“Enid, I always like to speak with strength. Just wait and see, you’ll understand.”

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

Illuminates the night sky outside the corridor flower window.

Far away, a group of pitch-black bats flapped their wings, quietly flew over the sea-crossing bridge, and flew to Arethusa in the defense of the magic circle.

(end of this chapter)