Demon Hunter: I have a red gourd

Chapter 71 Scoia'tael

Ion Savini means "Wise One" in the ancient language of the Elves.

After humans learned the ancient language, they thought it was a synonym for "sorcerer", so they translated Ian Savini as the ancient sorcerer.

However, this translation is totally wrong.

Of course, sages can use spells just like warlocks, but if we regard sages as ordinary warlocks because of this, it would be as absurd as regarding an ordinary soldier as a demon hunter just because he carries a sword.

Only the most knowledgeable among the elves can be called sages. They are not only proficient in all fields of magic, but also top in all academic fields. Whether it is medicine, biology, history or art, they have extremely profound attainments.

More importantly, to become an Elven Sage, one must also understand the mysteries of space and time. They can see the past, present, and future simultaneously, and in their eyes, there are no secrets.

The instructor at Aretuza, the sorceress academy, once taught her students:

"What's the difference between a sorcerer and a sage? My dear, it's like the difference between a campfire and a volcano."

These elven sages swear to guard the knowledge in their heads and never pass it on to others easily.

Even within elven society, they constitute an independent, autonomous class and are highly respected.

The sages strictly abide by their own moral code, and even the royal family of the elves cannot command them. Except for major matters related to the life and death of the elves, they never interfere in the politics or decision-making of the tribe.

This is also the reason why even though humans drove the elves to the distant Blue Mountains, the elven sages still did not show up.

Their gaze seems to be not limited to their own ethnic group, but to the entire continent and the entire world.

This golden cup and the liquid inside actually belong to the elven sage?

Ivan gently touched the golden cup tied around his waist. It felt cold, but he didn't feel anything strange.

However, the "holy blood" inside is very special. It can affect the human souls of Temeria from such a distance, and it has not dried up in hundreds of years.

It turns out to be the work of an elf sage, which makes perfect sense.

The turbaned male elf's face darkened upon hearing his subordinates' report. He quickly walked into the tomb, inspected it, and then quickly emerged, issuing orders to the elves.

"I just checked the traces in the tomb. The thief must have just left. He definitely can't have run too far now."

"Now, everyone, spread out and search the surrounding area carefully!"

"As soon as you find any trace of that thief, immediately send a signal into the air!"

The elves immediately scattered and searched in different directions.

Their steps were light, but every elf's brow was filled with anger, which made their handsome and delicate faces look a little ferocious.

It was clear that the Holy Grail and Holy Blood of Ian Savini were very important to them.

Ivan's heart tightened because he found two elves, holding their weapons tightly, exploring the stone pillar where he was.

Soon, one of the elves seemed to hear some sound, quickened his pace, and ran towards the stone pillar area where Ivan was.

After seeing his actions, the other elf was slightly startled, then quickened his pace and ran towards this side.

Each of the stone pillars where Ivan was hiding was very tall. The two elves carefully examined the gaps near each pillar, getting closer and closer to Ivan, and soon they were about to reach the shadow where he was hiding.

When they were about to reach Ivan's location, one of the elves winked at the other.

The latter quickly understood what he meant, quickly took out the longbow from his back, took out a feathered arrow and put it on the bowstring, aiming accurately at the position in front of his companion. He himself gripped the long sword tightly in his hand and stepped towards the shadows.

Suddenly, he took a step forward and thrust his sword straight into the shadow in the gap between the stone pillars.

The sword blade cut through the air and hit the surface of the stone pillar heavily, making a crisp metal collision sound.

It actually missed.

They quickly came to the gap and looked inside together.

However, there was nothing in the gap.

The two elves looked at each other and shook their heads.

As if unwilling to give up, they stopped in front of the gap for a while, scanning everything around them inch by inch, but still found nothing unusual.

"No one," they said in the ancient language.

Then, they slowly turned around and explored in another direction.

At this time, a skinny wolf demon with pale skin was lying on the top of a tall stone pillar, quietly observing their every move.

It was Ivan the Wolf Assassin incarnate.

The Wolf Assassin has a light body and can easily climb the wall. It is naturally not difficult for him to climb to the top of the stone pillar without making any sound.

However, the sound of the transformation was heard by the elf, which attracted them and made them carefully check the area.

Fortunately, the stone pillar was too high, and this height was enough to kill three witchers in the game.

Among these elves, not a single one even thought of raising their heads to look up at the sky.

This means that Ivan now occupies the highest point and can easily see all their actions.

"One, two, twenty-three, twenty-four." Ivan carefully counted the number of elves, a total of twenty-four.

Moreover, he saw a fluffy squirrel tail behind the hats of many elves.

This means that they are the Scoia'tael that Roche mentioned that wreaked havoc on Kaedwen!

Why are they here?
No, that's not the right question. The presence of elves in the elven ruins is perfectly normal; I'm the outsider.

The transformation lasted only three minutes, and Ivan soon returned to his original form. Fortunately, the two elves were far enough away that they didn't hear the sound of the transformation.

According to Roche, these Squirrel Party members usually operate in groups of twelve soldiers each, but now it seems that there are exactly two groups, led by the man and woman below.

Two Scoia'tael teams. If there were no sorcerers who could cast spells among them, Ivan alone would not be unable to fight them.

At least, it's much easier to deal with than high-level vampires.

However, Ivan was not prepared to engage in a meaningless battle.

These elves do not produce essences or spiritual essences, and their race does not have the natural hostility and discrimination towards demon hunters like humans do, so there is no need to let your steel swords be stained with their blood.

He planned to observe here for a while, and then leave after they left. He could also find the exit of the elven ruins from the traces they left behind.

(End of this chapter)