Chapter 7 Go to Nuocheng

"God-level Demon Hunter ()"

I don't know how long it took.

With a heartbreaking moan, Toruviel completely escaped the hypnotic influence of the Axifa Seal, opened his eyes dazedly, and was surprised to find himself in a dimly lit cave, Vasily. She fell asleep not far away, her thigh wound was bandaged.

And Evelyn squatted under a swaying torch, staring at a crystal in her hand without blinking, her complexion complex, sad, grateful, and hatred intertwined.

"Evelyn, where are we?"

Toruviel supported her aching body, walked over and patted Vasili on the cheek, the latter hummed and woke up from her coma.

"He let us go," Evelyn said mechanically.

"Witcher? But why? Hiss—" Vasili's fingers released a green light to ease the sting of the wound. "That executioner, who killed so many of our compatriots, wanted to spare a few of us."

"Why are there so many?" Toruville breathed a sigh of relief while patting her small chest blackened by electricity, and said with great joy, "It must be in Evelyn's face! It's better to live than to die. Be strong!"

"This is a disgrace!" Vasili said in pain, clutching her chest. "More than 200 compatriots have sacrificed, and only the few of us are left to survive. How can I explain to Filavandrey and Francesca?!"

"What I said before, the people who offended the witchers are all dead. You don't believe it, and you want everyone to die! If you're not angry... go down and accompany them yourself!" Toruviel clapped her little hand and The dirt on the clothes stood up and walked towards Ai Fulin, "As for Ai Fulin and I, keep a useful body and continue to love Li Ruien!"

"When I'm sure the witchers are gone, I'll bring back the news of all of your deaths to Russell, and gather the bodies for you."

When Vasili heard the words, she curled up in pain in the corner of the wall, her face flushed with shame.

If it wasn't for her and Kensafa insisting on sneak attack, everyone wouldn't have to sacrifice.

More than 20 mutants, it is an unstoppable army!

"Don't go to Russell." Aveline shook her head suddenly, took a deep breath, and the witcher's last admonition appeared in her mind. That familiar and kind face had made her extremely unfamiliar.

But in the end, he risked letting himself go a yard.

A little bit more about my heart.

These indifferent attacks and indiscriminate atrocities of killing innocents did not make Evelyn feel happy and happy at all, especially the compatriots around her, one by one.

The pain cannot be repeated.

You spare my life, and I will listen to you once!

"Vasily, open the portal. I want to go back to the Blue Mountains!"

"What do you want?"

"I want to see His Majesty Francesca with a message for the witcher!"

...

It's just dawn.

The witcher's caravan left the chaotic battlefield.

"What are your plans next?"

Roy, who was sitting in the slowly moving carriage, looked at the quartermaster Wenke, the carriage full of stones, and the soldiers of Kaedwen, gradually disappearing from sight, and asked,

"Return to Mahakam from the southern border of Kaedwen? Or come with us to the Temple of Meritelli?"

Bernie and Regan Dahlberg were unwilling.

They came to Kedwen to serve the king, and they wanted to make a name for themselves and return home, but now they left in despair, their ambitions far from being realized.

"I still don't want to go back to Mahakam so early... to marry a wife and have children, and guard... a mountain road where birds don't shit." Bernie said.

Yarpan shook his head, played with the axe at his feet, and looked at the tung tree passing by slowly, "I let go of the harsh words with Elder Broval Hogg, and I will not go back!"

"Find another wise man to serve?" Lambert, sitting in the third carriage, glanced at the six dwarves jokingly, "I have heard that King Foltest of Temeria is a king of individual soldiers. Wise, Generous and hardworking."

The witchers have no objection,

As we all know,

Playing for Foltest is much more reliable than King Henselt.

Unlike the other kings of the North, this fellow does not hate the ancient races. Instead, he is fluent in the Ancients and a connoisseur of elven poetry and dwarven ale.

Although he has no mercy for the Squirrel Party, Foltest is willing to believe in the ancient race.

"And the kid maintains a good relationship with Foltest's daughter, His Royal Highness Yada." Leto's strong voice suppressed the wheels rolling on the ground, the sound of horses' hooves kicking and harnesses colliding, and everyone in the marching convoy was stunned. Hear it clearly.

"Roy also has a good relationship with the goddess by Lake Vizima." A smile appeared on the corner of Oaks' mouth, and he added that it was not messy enough.

Grimm, who was doing his best to keep Oreo sitting upright as a knight on the carriage, froze, and looked at Roy with burning eyes.

This guy actually knows the goddess of the lake, why has no one ever told me?

And Rita Ned paused for Renee's fingers to straighten her deciduous teeth, and glanced at Roy, who had a dull expression in front of her.

Brother Bernie, Yannick, and Reagan pulled the reins and slowed the carriage, with expressions of heartbeat on their faces.

"Actually, I'm just an ally with them." Roy cleared his throat.

"No need." Yarpan pressed the pedal under his feet, while oiling and maintaining his beloved crossbow, he said, "Through this escort, I can understand one thing. King Henselt, who served for many years, insulted me with suspicion and temptation...other kings will only increase it."

"These rulers are all about the same virtue, and they don't really trust dwarves. Why should we be hot and cold ass?"

After saying these words, Yarpan breathed a sigh of relief, and his face covered with gloomy clouds regained a trace of open-mindedness and cheerfulness.

When the five dwarves heard the boss's conclusion, they couldn't help but nod their heads.

The optimism of the dwarves made them forget their sorrows again.

There is no father here, there is a place to keep the father!

"It just so happens that you are going to Elland on this trip. Let's go over there to visit our old friend Dennis Kramer. We will talk about the future."

"Actually, I have a suggestion. If you still want to prove that ancient races and humans can coexist peacefully, give it a try!"

"Let's hear it! I don't want to give up all my efforts!" Yaerpan showed obvious heartbeat.

There was a trace of sincerity on Roy's face, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "In my opinion, today, there is only one place that can ease the conflict between ancient races and human beings..."

"Where?" Bernie looked at him curiously,

"Cevill and Povis?" Regan patted his head, his beard quivered, "You told us to 'go to Povis'?"

The dwarves' eyes suddenly lit up,

"Kevil and Bovis are located in the northernmost part of the continent, close to the Flying Dragon Mountains, far away from the Yaruga River. As a permanent neutral country, they are not threatened by Nilfgaard. They also have developed shipping and mineral deposits, prosperous economy, and an enlightened atmosphere. Coastal and wide range of immigrants! Many pioneering human beings, ancient races, even mages, gathered there."

"If you want to spend the second half of your life in peace, that place is a good choice." Roy changed the subject, "But Keville lives in a corner and has extremely limited influence on the entire world, and cannot change the policies of the northern countries. "

"In my opinion, the only place where it is possible to reverse the prejudice of the ancient races is Novigrad, which is located in important places, has many ports, and integrates various ethnic groups!"

"You asked us to fight in the city of freedom?" Yarpan gave the horse pulling the cart a whip, "Let us go to the gang?"

He raised his dark and thick eyebrows, and a trace of disdain appeared on his face, "I do know that there is a butcher Clifford in Nuocheng, who manages the dwarves over there. Although this guy has some ability and means, he is powerful. Narrow, short-sighted, only staring at the petty profit in front of him."

Yarpan judged the leaders of the three major gangs,

"It can't be a great thing! It can't change the situation of the ancient race!"

"It's not Clive." Roy turned his head, his silver-gray eyes slowly swept across the faces of the six dwarves on the front and rear carriages, and said slowly, "You, go to the Archbishop Cyrus of Eternal Fire."

Yu——

The dwarf seemed to be so frightened that he pulled the reins, and the horse raised its fore hooves and neighed.

"What?" Yarpan opened his bloody mouth with a bloody expression on his face. "We, dwarves, are going to be thugs for the Eternal Fire? Are you serious?"

"I... in this life... only believe in the holy mountain of Mahakam..." Bernie in the back row shook his head desperately, "I, I don't believe it, what eternal fire!"

"Master Roy, everyone," Reagan said with disbelief and questioned euphemistically, "Didn't you kill hundreds of Eternal Fire, your relationship with Eternal Fire should not be good?"

Not bad, it should be the enemy.

Although the Archbishop did not seem to blame the witcher.

Roy's approach, no matter how you look at it, is like pushing them into the fire pit!

"Sometimes, the facts are completely contrary to what everyone hears." Roy said sincerely, "Alpen, Bernie, Regan... If you believe us, you might as well go to the Nuocheng Dance Hall, find Dandelion, and convey my words. "

The witcher looked around, and the convoy drove into the boundless field, with green vegetation, yellow soil, and gurgling streams.

"He will arrange for you to meet with Archbishop Cyrus. After the chat, you will know what kind of person this archbishop is."

Roy's mind again showed the expression of the shapeshifter Gigi being tied to the stake and looking at death.

If there is anyone in this world who wants to eliminate prejudice between different races and make all living beings equal, then there is no doubt that it is your Excellency.

Today's Archbishop of Eternal Fire!

Moreover, there are hundreds of temples and altars of eternal fire all over the north, and its influence is second only to the goddess Meritelli. This huge organization has the slightest possibility to eliminate the gap between the ancient race and human beings.

The ideals of dwarves such as Alpan coincide with the shapeshifters, and they are simply the best partners!

"Isn't Dandelion a lame poet?" Yarpan squeezed the axe under his feet and asked, "Why let the dignified archbishop see us, a bunch of little people?"

"Don't underestimate yourselves, you masters have hunted dragons, petrified lizards, and ogres..." Oaks snapped his carrot-thick fingers and slapped his horses continuously, "You can be regarded as dignified heroes."

"Definitely qualified to talk to Archbishop Cyrus!"

The dwarves in the carriage looked tangled and hesitated.

"Even if you can't see the archbishop, you should go to Nuocheng to relax, right?" Serrit said, although he didn't understand Roy's intentions, "I promise, Dandelion will take care of your drinks and keep them full. !"

"hiss-"

At this moment, the dwarves immediately put their responsibilities and worries behind them.

"What are you waiting for? Dandelion is a good friend, I've made a deal!" Bernie couldn't wait, there was some kind of vent in his tone, and there was a tear in the corner of his eye.

"Combining work and rest, if you are not happy, you need to relax!" Regan nodded dullly, "Let's go to Nuocheng!"

Alpin thought for a while.

He didn't understand why the witcher let himself go to Noah.

But the other party will not harm themselves.

If the masters did not intervene in this battle, his team of six would definitely be reduced.

What a great kindness!

Don't say let him go to Nuocheng, let him go to Knife Mountain, he won't say a word!

Roy continued, "If you are interested, Coral can immediately open a portal to Nuocheng for you!"

"Don't be in such a hurry!" Yarpan and his companions exchanged glances, "Let's separate when we reach the Kaedwen border."

...

The next journey from southern Kedwen to the territory of Temeria, without the laughter and laughter of the previous week, the dwarves worry about the unknown future of Novigrad, and have no interest in talking.

Only the most heartless Bernie can occasionally gag and have fun with the children.

And the children and the young witchers were in a different mood.

The smile on his face has diminished a lot.

"Teachers, it's clear that we have won a big victory this time, why do I feel uncomfortable in my heart." Finally, after rushing for five days, Carl, who couldn't bear it, found the owl for advice. In the bloody battle of Bai, they also killed a lot of people, but they felt hearty at that time.

But this time, it was blocked.

There is even a sense of guilt.

"I always see the angry faces of the dead elves, dwarves, and halflings in my dreams!" Monty shrank his neck and said with sympathy, "they were shouting 'For Love Li Ryan', for 'Sarah' Illaved died', don't take the initiative to ram my sword!"

"A lot of people died!" He gestured slightly in panic. On his pale cheeks, the pair of beast-like vertical pupils lost their former sharpness and firmness, "It's all blood!"

"It's all blood!"

The eyes of a group of boys and girls sitting on the scooter flickered.

They were under the watchful eye of the sorceress and the witcher throughout the battle, unscathed, not a single blow.

But the cruel screams of killing, the blood splattered, the raging fire, and the most terrifying lava that devoured everything left an indelible impression on their young hearts.

The war is far more terrifying than the fights when they roam the streets!

Owl listened to the disciple's question.

Instead of blaming him, he stroked his smooth hair with relief, and the witchers were stunned, while the dwarves watched with interest.

"Actually, more than a year ago, after the First World War in Nuocheng, I was waiting for your question, and I didn't wait until today. If you don't come and ask, I would be surprised if an improved version of the herbal decoction appeared. The problem is that the decoction of the bears has weakened your feelings." He looked around the twelve witcher apprentices with pricked ears, and a soft smile appeared on his cold cheeks.

"But now I'm relieved, it turns out you are all right!"

The witcher apprentices were infected, and they couldn't help but smile a little, and let down their uneasy hearts a little.

"Before this, the ones you killed the most were water ghosts. After all, humans are different from water ghosts. They are much more complicated. Whether it is appearance, personality, or experience, more importantly, they are of the same kind as us. intelligent creatures."

"In Nuocheng, we are surrounded by ambushes on all sides, and we are going to kill for our lives... Naturally, there is not much psychological burden."

"But the battle is almost one-sided, and the Squirrel Party is at an absolute disadvantage."

"Before the battle, Your Excellency Yarpan told you about the origins and great goals of this organization."

"You identify with them. So regret the killing!"

"This is normal!"

The owl made a conclusion for their performance, but the conversation changed,

"But you don't need to pay too much attention...Ask your own hearts, are you killing people for fun and other evil purposes?"

A group of people shook their heads at the same time.

"It's just out of self-preservation. If you show mercy, you won't even have a chance to regret it. You're already lying in that pile of corpses! So no one can blame you, not even the gods! As for nightmares, just do more and get used to it. already."

The apprentices completely let go of their dangling hearts.

"But little brats, you must remember one thing," Vesemir sighed, looking at the clear boundary line at the far end of the wasteland, and said with emotion, "No matter what war, there is no winner."

"What it brings to both sides of the war will always be only harm."

"If there is a better way, to be able to win without wielding the sword once and without bloodshed! That is the best choice."

Geralt began to promote his neutral theory,

No martial arts?

The witcher apprentices didn't take this advice very seriously.

"Geralt, when did you become a peacemaker? To let your apprentices do nothing but reason with others, wouldn't you give up their strengths?" Good words to persuade, "As I said, you don't need to be so scruples, think wildly, and shoot when you should!"

Carl, Monty, and Chanem's eleven companions nodded hurriedly like chickens pecking at rice.

"If my family... loses... dies, that's the will of the holy mountain of Mahakam!" Bernie took out a wine bottle from his bushy beard and added a sip.

"No, the witcher doesn't believe that, it should be called fate!" Leto corrected in a deep voice.

"Fate will let you make the best choice!" Roy concluded his speech, his eyes slowly swept across the apprentices' faces, "If you kill someone, you don't need to regret, feel guilty, or doubt yourself."

"Everything is the will of fate!"

"Ha ha!"

A group of big men in the wagon train couldn't stop laughing!

The sorceress shook her head and sighed.

"To that damn fate!" Yarpan smiled heartily and threw a bottle of wine to Karl,

"Respect fate!" Carl took a sip and passed on his next friend.

...

There is no winner in the war!

Victory without bloodshed!

Ordinary students who sat on the scooter and studied knowledge and culture for several years firmly remember Geralt's words in their hearts.

Their future even changed for it!

...

half a month later.

The witchers and dwarves parted at the borders of Elland, hugged one by one, and watched them go north on their way to Novigrad.

It took another three days for the witchers to arrive at the Temple of the Goddess Meritelli on the outskirts of Elland.