Chapter 6 Advice and Tests

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

In the shadows of swords and swords and the rising flames, one after another figure fell into a pool of blood and turned into a corpse.

On the edge of the battlefield in the dark, the corner near the dark woods was strangely deadlocked.

The three Squirrel Party fell to the ground with serious injuries and lost their combat effectiveness.

The witcher stood with his sword in hand, turned halfway across his face, and looked behind—

And the thin elf woman raised the steel sword stiffly with both hands, and the tip of the sword was pointed straight at his back and wore a large cloak.

Black and red hair fluttered in the night wind.

Crawling on the blood-stained face, the star eyes shone with cold light, looking at the marble-like profile.

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

Her heartbeat suddenly slowed down.

A strange sense of familiarity came over.

Just like three years ago.

Roy lowered the sword in his hand with a complicated expression, and the golden and dark rays of light still covered his body.

The surrounding shouting and killing unknowingly disappeared, and a dusty memory flooded into my heart.

The Barony of La Valledi.

do not forget me.

A light kiss on the lips.

Black-red hair brushed across his cheeks, with a warm and sweet breath, and eyes with reluctance and nostalgia.

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

But the weak and moving temperament at that time has been washed away by the battlefield, leaving only perseverance, courage, and iron blood.

Familiar, yet unfamiliar.

...

He looked at Vasili, the elf sorceress who was about to fall into a coma with sore eyes, Toruviel, whose hair was upside-down, covered in smoke, and Kensafar, whose chest was bloody...

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

He imagined that Evelyn might join the Squirrel Party.

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

Swords are opposite.

There are no wines, stories, or the joy of reunion.

Only depression and distress.

"You, you're Roy?!" Aveline's steel sword was slanted on her waist, her eyes swept over her fallen companion nervously, her voice clear and melodious, but with a hint of trembling and disbelief.

The skinny boy from a few years ago has now become a strong, agile, murderous witcher.

More handsome, sharper ears, facial features closer to his own clan, like an elf hybrid.

But he held it tightly in his hand, and a cruel and beautiful light was reflected on the bloody white jade long sword.

The blood of my fellow man!

The cold reality lay before us.

This man, whom he once regarded as a family member, loved and liked in his heart, mercilessly killed countless brothers and sisters.

A stabbing pain gripped 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, and two eye-catching tear troughs were drawn on her cheeks covered with camouflage paint.

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

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

"You, you and them are a group? That time in Nuocheng, also..."

The elf woman murmured and asked, the steel sword in her hand trembled twice, and her footsteps approached him.

Roy's mind suddenly became a little messy.

The joy of killing with all his might was gone.

There was only bitterness in my chest.

Subconsciously, he blocked the gap in the woods with his back.

To avoid the companions in the battlefield to find the abnormal movement here.

"Don't ask any more. Go away, Aveline, and take them away at once."

The raid battle has come to an end, and the remaining Squirrel Party is less than fifty, and it is still decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What did you say?" Toruville touched a long hair that had been electrocuted upside down like a steel needle, thinking that she had heard it wrong.

He struggled to get up and leaned against the rough tree burr, his small chest heaving up and down, he looked at Roy slyly, and suddenly his face suddenly appeared,

"Evelyn, is this ape-man an old acquaintance who saved your life in Lavaretti before?"

The elf lady smiled sadly and nodded.

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

My heart sighed.

He still clearly remembers Evelyn's meticulous care and care for him.

He can't make that ruthless hand, even if he is a man with a will.

So there is only one option.

"Witcher, don't pretend!" Kensafa, leaning against the tung tree, squinted at the gap in his chest, and the blood was desperately dipping between his fingers, and joked weakly, "How many of us have you killed? In Nuocheng, and just now!"

"I didn't see you being soft-hearted before, but now you are disgustingly hypocritical!"

"What is your conspiracy?!"

"Come on, give me a treat!"

"Evelyn, do it!" Kensafa's bloodshot eyes turned to the elf lady, "Did you forget the compatriots who died under his hands? You forgot the blood relatives who were swallowed by the magma and screamed in pain!"

"You forgot that old saying - Noamekend, . . ."

Evelyn squeezed the steel sword in her hand, bowed her back and bent her knees and forced an offensive stance, her expression changing.

"Crack!" Roy shook his wrist, and Guvihir drew a white light, hit Kensafa on the head, knocked him out alive, and buried his cheeks in the soil.

Then he smashed the warlock Vasili, who was covering his legs and wailing, with another sword.

Five fingers outline between the electric light and flint.

Toruviel's eyes flashed, her pupils dilated like a puppet and she froze in place.

The Demon Hunter flashed, and held the two women on his shoulders like a sack, and stretched out his hand towards Evelyn.

"Come with me!"

The strong wind hit, 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 it is not as good as a child's juggling.

Boo!

The feeble steel sword was bounced off the ground by the Quinn Seal.

Roy shook his head and sighed.

A big hand to grab a hug.

Evelyn couldn't help being dragged over by him.

The next second, Roy, with three women, turned into a gust of wind and disappeared into the distance of the battlefield.

...

Ten minutes later, the one-sided suicide attack was over, and the glade was littered with Squirrel corpses.

Under the siege of the witchers, very few fish slipped through the net.

"What are you looking at, man?"

Lambert tapped Oaks on the shoulder and glanced around.

Between the cooling lava and the smoke wafting from several charred wagons, the figures of Kaldwin soldiers patrolled back and forth, sweeping the battlefield, while the witcher's wagons were impregnable and unscathed!

"Roy took a few elf women." Oakes muttered with his eyebrows upside down,

"What nonsense? He's chasing a fugitive!"

...

Away from the battlefield in a dark cave.

Two hypnotized elf ladies collapsed beside the rock wall under the torches.

Evelyn sat in the corner, her hands wrapped around her calves, her chin resting on her knees, half of her pale face illuminated by the firelight, the other half hidden in the shadows, with a heart-wrenching weakness.

"Evelyn, I don't want to lie to you, I killed a lot of squirrels. Because if I don't kill them, I will die. From beginning to end, I have fought back out of self-protection, no matter that time in Nuocheng or today. "The witcher stood in the shadows, his voice low. "But now, you can't listen to the explanation, right?"

"Because of past friendship..." Roy looked deeply at Aveline, who looked at the ground in a trance, avoiding his direct gaze.

"I have a piece of advice for you."

"Stay in the Blue Mountains and stop interfering in this war. Your bottomless attack has no meaning except to make the situation of the ancient race even more worrying."

"Go on. Sooner or later, you, and your two sisters, will die!"

Evelyn obviously didn't listen.

The face of the melon seeds is as cold as ice.

Gritting his silver teeth.

The witcher suddenly crouched down in front of her, and forced a crystal clear telescopic crystal into her palm.

Silver-grey eyes stared at her round eyes.

"The Evelyn I know is a kind, compassionate woman who doesn't want to see her countrymen continue to attack innocent humans and then die senselessly!"

"She doesn't want more innocents to die."

Roy's star-like eyes shone with a gentle and considerate light

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

Evelyn's thin shoulders trembled.

Suddenly a little sore nose.

The one who knows him best is not his blood compatriots who fight side by side.

but him.

"But this situation is not without opportunity to change."

Roy changed his voice and said something that shocked Evelyn even more than the encounter today.

"I know that the person who gave the order behind your back is a member of the Brotherhood of the Northern Warlocks, the wizard warlock Francesca Findabe, right?"

He deliberately accentuated the surname.

Evelyn couldn't help but closed her eyes, her blood-stained and camouflaged cheeks turned as pale as snowflakes.

How did he find out?

The witcher found the answer in this expression,

After pondering for a long time, the eyebrows were furrowed.

Thinking flashed in his eyes.

Some kind of decision was made in my mind.

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

"I can still give her a top-secret advice, a plan - no need to bow down to Emperor Nilfgaard's Emhyr Enris, and let your fellow elf act as his pawn and jump into the fire pit in the north. "

"And I can realize your ideal - let the elves get a piece of land that is completely theirs!"

Evelyn couldn't help but glance at him.

His tone was surging, his expression was sincere, and his eyes were shining, as if he had changed from a butcher whose hands were covered with blood of his compatriots to a squirrel party for the love of Li Ruien!

The huge contrast made Evelyn dazed.

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

"Have you grown tired of living in the barren land on the edge of the world?"

"If you don't want that land in Baihua Valley, you have a better choice."

"Another piece of land that suits you better."

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

...

After the witcher finished speaking, he pursed his lips and gave Aveline a final look.

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

Evelyn could hardly resist letting him stay, and chatting with him patiently and thoroughly.

Eliminate imagined misunderstandings.

Talk about your experiences over the past few years.

But she can't.

In doing so, how can I be worthy of my dead compatriots?

Roy was silent, and squeezed her soft, yet densely cocooned hand.

Turn around!

Without hesitation, he strode out of the cave.

The black cloak swirled behind him, disappearing into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

...

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

But understandably did not ask more.

One hundred more Kaldwin soldiers were in the camp.

Just arrived shortly after the battle.

But Roy didn't find it strange at all. This matched his memory. When he practiced the Lava Seal, he noticed the stalker behind him, but he didn't make a sound.

In the center of the camp, the dead have been neatly arranged in several columns, lying side by side, whether they are dwarves, elves, or humans.

Of the two hundred or so corpses, nine were from the Squirrel Party. There were less than twenty victims in the convoy, all of whom were Wenke's soldiers.

Fight with the fearless squirrels and die together, or get hit by arrows with split pins.

And the witcher's companions, as well as the six-member dwarf team, are quite a few.

Although covered in blood, the armor and weapons were badly worn.

He just suffered a little skin trauma.

Roy breathed a sigh of relief, and his intervention finally changed the fate of several dwarves' deaths!

But the atmosphere was a little strange.

In this encounter, their side won a big victory, but the atmosphere in the field was quite depressed, there was no joy or excitement.

On the side of the convoy, the messy ground has not been cleaned up, and the overturned wooden barrels are scattered everywhere, some of which are smashed.

The contents were sprinkled on the ground, and those so-called military supplies were exposed in front of a pair of eyes - they were nothing but ordinary gray stones, and their value was far less than that of salted fish.

"Aid to King Aedyn Demawi?" Yarpan Zigrin gritted his teeth and said the destination of his trip, not the support of Kaedwen soldiers.

but to Aden.

He jumped into a carriage nimbly, and in front of everyone, unceremoniously split a pair of wooden boxes with an axe.

The crack revealed hard and rough cyan edges and corners.

The box is full of stones.

"This is what King Henselt repeatedly told us before his departure, an extraordinarily important secret assistance! A significant escort?" He looked around at the crowd with eyes like plates.

The five dwarves turned blue in disbelief, hissing throats in anger.

The witchers' faces were stunned. They had already been keenly aware that the wheels of the carriage were too deep, and the large boxes on the carriage were surprisingly heavy.

Unexpectedly, it was a stone.

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

A tall quartermaster came out of the Kaldwin soldiers in black and gold.

Even the jacket is intact.

A deep guilt appeared on his indifferent cheeks.

"I'm sorry for hiding this from you for so long... Your Excellency Yarpan, I'll tell you the truth, this escort is a trap." Wenke bowed apologetically to the dwarf, "in order to draw out the lurking in the forest. among the squirrels."

"In order to avoid the supplies being taken away by them, these stones are used instead."

"A trap for the Squirrel Party?" Paulie Dalberg clenched his beloved hand crossbow, and threw his bushy beard to his right shoulder, "The trap that let us die! If it wasn't for the witcher master to join in midway. "

He looked gratefully at the witcher's caravan.

"There are only fifty of us, and we were all killed by this group of squirrels!"

"What have you done to us!" Bernie's tone was ashamed and angry, and he even had the determination to die for the pile of stones, "What do you think of us?"

"Don't worry, everyone, there are exactly 150 people in the convoy!" A knight in shining armor walked out from Commissioner Wenck and explained to the dwarves with a calm expression, "I am Frederick Garde. , by the order of King Henselt, with a group of Kaldwin's elite soldiers, follow the team, and protect you all!"

His tone was full of business indifference.

"Haha!" Yannick laughed angrily, and roared at the knight, "You guys came just in time! The battle is over, just show up! Help us clean up the battlefield! Your Excellency Frederick, you really are Helped us a lot!"

He bowed exaggeratedly to the Kaldwin soldiers.

"I thank you!"

"No, this is not a trap for the Squirrel Party."

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

"What do you mean, Roy?"

"Bernie, I actually have a guess!"

The witcher broke through the excuse the quartermaster was trying to maintain.

"This secret operation to transport escort stones is just the design of King Henselt to test whether you are traitors."

"Keldwin's gentlemen, I want to know if you have been in trouble with the Squirrel Party."

"He wants to see if you guys dare to fight the Squirrel Party with a real sword!"

this moment.

The entire battlefield was silent.

There was a trace of pity and sympathy in the witchers' eyes.

The dwarf dragon hunter squad, as a member of the ancient race, betrayed the compatriots of the squirrel party, and served the human emperor loyally, even at the same time.

But in exchange for questioning and temptation.

Temptation at the cost of their lives.

"Wink, old man, tell me the answer!" Yarpan looked at the quartermaster with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Alpen...Reagan, Bernie...forgive us." Wink bowed his head in pain, "but everything is over, the danger and suspicion are over."

"I will tell His Majesty Henselt when I go back, you are not spies, you have not betrayed!"

He glanced earnestly at the six dwarves.

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

...

The six dwarves standing side by side didn't say a word, turned their heads slowly, and glanced at everyone around Wenke, the new soldiers, the soldiers who fought side by side just now, colleagues who fell on the ground, and the two hundred corpses of the Squirrel Party.

After a moment of silence.

"It's useless." Yarpan Zigrin's tone was deeply tired and disappointed.

He ignored Wink's gaze.

Look at the witcher.

"Masters, I'm afraid to disturb you next time, the six of us want to take a ride."

"Welcome!"

Roy nodded happily.