God-level Demon Hunter

The woman silently clenched the talisman on her chest, and her lake-like calm momentum suddenly weakened.

Roy stared at her for a while before nodding.

"Since you have nothing to say, how about following my rules? The answer to your question just now is Vigfortez - I have obtained all the information about your Excellency from this middleman, such as you sent Scoia'tael to attack The north, to gain the trust and promise of Emperor Nilfgaard, let him help you seize the ownership of the Valley of Flowers after the outbreak of the second war, and help you rebuild the kingdom of elves."

"The trick of sowing discord is too low. He can't betray me!"

The woman suddenly tightened her slender eyebrows, tilted her head and looked at him, a flash of anger flashed in her bright eyes, as if she heard a relative or friend being slandered and humiliated,

"You're right, he didn't take the initiative to betray. But there is a lot of evidence in his legacy, proving that you colluded with the South."

"Inheritance? You mean Vigfortz is dead?" The woman shook her head lightly, "Only you, an ordinary witcher?"

Roy shrugged nonchalantly, and sighed, "I was not Vigo's opponent at the time, but his wolf ambition was too inflated, he offended the gods, and was eventually annihilated by the aurora of the universe, leaving no scum! If he hadn't died, How could he give up his power in the association?"

The woman felt a little unacceptable for a while, her brows were slightly frowned, her eyes turned, and she fell into deep thought.

Roy waited a moment,

"It's my turn. Ma'am, I hope you will answer the question candidly and in detail, otherwise, it will be difficult to continue the conversation."

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Chapter 6 Selection

Countless thoughts passed through Roy's mind, and it would be too abrupt to directly ask about the spatial coordinates of the Wild Hunt world.He decided to figure out another doubt that had been hidden in his heart for a long time.

"I'm not interested in your struggles with humans, politics, and conspiracies. I just want to know, how is the relationship between the Ain Sidi clan and the Ain Eyre in another world? Friendly and close, strangers, and Or hostile?"

"I'm sure Vigfortz doesn't know the secret."

The sorceress smiled, but her eyes did not fluctuate.

"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 repeat it. Since I can remember, because of the differences in ideas, the leaders of the two races have basically no connection. Only Ain Savigny, also known as the understander in the human mouth, and the sages of the elves are still using remote magical communication to maintain a pitiful connection."

Roy nodded, and if there is a connection, he can follow the vine.

"Different ideas?"

"Ain Eyre doesn't do farming, but likes to plunder the resources and essence of other civilizations to support himself... and we, the Ain-Sidi family, hate endless aggression and war. We are willing to coexist peacefully with other races and enjoy more Use your natural ingenuity to transform this world and make it a perfect home."

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

"Like peace, so you ordered Scoia'tael to kill innocent people indiscriminately?"

"Are you so ignorant!?" Francesca shook her head in disappointment, her long dark golden hair brushed gracefully over her delicate and girlish side face,

"Do you know that more than 500 years ago, we Ian Sidi were the masters of this continent, but after the first landing, the cunning human beings pretended to be friends with us, survived and developed with our help, and learned magic. Then relying on the terrifying fertility like a wild beast, it will continue to multiply and grow."

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

"In the end, human beings ungratefully raised their butcher knives to their benefactors, forced the dwarves back to the caves in Mount Mahakam, invaded the cities and cultural treasures built by the elves, and drove us into the barren and barren Blue Mountains!"

"We are just paying back the atrocities committed by mankind 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,

"Ian Sheedy hates war, but not a coward, a weakling! We're blood for blood, tooth for tooth!"

……

When the elves came to this world, they were also unkind to the aborigines.

Roy thought about this sentence,

"So you still think that Ain El's idea of ​​conquering and plundering is wrong?"

"Ian Sheedy is a counterattacker, not an invader." Francesca's pure and pretty face was filled with a faint white light, "but what we want is a piece of land for Ian Sheedy to thrive— - Baihua Valley, after that, all actions will stop - we will never invade other countries. Otherwise, what is the difference from disgusting humans?"

Roy looked at the elf queen with strange eyes...inexplicable backbone.

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

……

"I answered you without reservation, now it's my turn to ask questions." The elf woman cast a scrutinizing gaze, "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 where I can thrive, so that my people will not shed blood and die."

"How can you say such a big word, even the emperor of Nilfgaard didn't have such a big tone."

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

"There are reasons for this. Aveline, like my sister, has brought me a good memory. I don't want to see her raise the butcher's knife against the innocent people in the north, and suffer from it, and finally die for no reason. leave."

Roy looked calm and sincere,

"I didn't do this for free. I want to make a deal with you. I will help you get a piece of land, and you—"

"In the northern border, when did the demon hunters have such great power to grant the elves a territory?" Francesca interrupted suddenly, her eyes turned cold again, "I think I understand, you came to see me this time , as a lobbyist for a king in the north, 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."

"Could it be - 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 sages in the blue mountains must know the answer. Find it and give it to me, this is one of my conditions .”

Francesca thought seriously.

With his hands behind his waist, Roy walked slowly around her, admiring her slender figure like a doe in the forest,

"Ian Sheedy and Ian Eyre come from the same source - split from Ian Woodard, after a long separation, why can't they be reunited. Change the way you are now strangers relation."

"The world of Ain Eyre is vast, and the aborigines have been slaughtered long ago. The remaining land is more than enough to hold ten Ain Eyre tribes, and there are no human beings who are plotting against you."

"King Oberon is getting old, and at the same time, the race he commands has long since lost the ancient blood that travels through time and space on a large scale. Only the red knight is still daydreaming about making a comeback... and you, young and full of vitality , blood of the same origin, why not come to the past and replace it, then the so-called differences of ideas will no longer be a problem."

The words of the witcher are like the bewitching of the devil.

Never before had any of the Iron Sheedes made such a unique argument as to why two ancient elves, separated by a world, could not reunite and live under a single sky.

"You are simply whimsical!"

Francesca smiled contemptuously,

"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 thousands of layers. How can I teleport my compatriots there?"

"Oberon, the diehards in Wild Hunt, and the problem of teleportation." Roy said calmly, but his words were unusually forceful, "I'll solve it! If you agree, we can discuss long-term plans after tonight's turmoil ends. .”

"What are you going to do with it?"

"The blood of the ancients! Where do you think I know the secrets of the two races?"

Francesca suddenly seemed to have been pricked by a needle, and stared 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 have anything to do with a demon hunter? !

She suppressed her doubts and shook her head stubbornly.

"No, it's not worth it. Why do I have to work so hard to cross a world?"

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

"I agree with you..." Roy followed her words, "Emperor Emhyr is still a man of his word. You deserve to be rewarded for making such a great sacrifice."

"But have you ever thought, before that? Before you take back the Valley of Flowers, how many more Ain Xidi will die in the battle?"

"This time, Nilfgaard did not seize the opportunity, and your assassination of the northern king has failed one after another. The Black Armored Army is destined to encounter unprecedentedly strong resistance, which means a protracted war."

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

Roy asked Francesca.

The woman's shoulders trembled.

"To put it decently, it is the vanguard, the vanguard, but in fact, it is cannon fodder."

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

"That kind of place is like a meat grinder, and the only thing Scoia'tael can do is traditionally have a good time before they die."

"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, every word pierced Francesca's heart, causing her to bleed.

"But it's not over. Doom will come to the last remaining tenth. Emhyr, let them continue to harass the north until they are exhausted, like burning a candle completely. Ashes, once blown by the wind, there is nothing left."

"When Emhyr regains the north, for the sake of reputation, he will definitely ask you, the Queen of the Elf, to completely sever contact with the Scoia'tael; The compatriots who are hated by the northern people more than the Heijia Army hand over their corpses... Let them become scapegoats, the last sacrifices under the kingship to appease the people's anger."

Roy's every word comes from the memory of the future.

The more the elf lady thought about it, the more she felt unable to refute, her face was as pale as paper.

"Enid Ann Glina, Queen of Ain Sidi..." Roy looked at the elf lady calmly, with a trace of pity in his eyes, "When you make a deal with Emhyr, from his hands After taking over the Valley of Flowers, when those lucky elf children breathe the free air, enjoy the fertile land and forests, and prosper, can someone collect the incomplete bones of the Scoia'tael who died in battle, and wash away the humiliation and infamy they have suffered .”

Francesca could not answer.

"Which foreign land will their souls float on?"

The heart-pounding question echoed in the corridor.

Francesca raised her head and stared at the deep night outside the window, tears welling up like pearls.

Feel sorry……

she thought.

But the group of 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 in me... sacrifices in the future and even today can be avoided."

"Today?" The woman's crisp voice was trembling uncontrollably.

"Do you think tonight's actions are very secretive!?" Roy stomped the floor under his feet, "The advisors of the king of the North have opened up their nets, and you and the Scoia'tael hiding in the cellar have become the turtles in the urn."

……

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

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

"Turning to the north, but I'm not interested in excessive interference. Now, I just want to make a peaceful and friendly deal with you. If you are willing, enter the hall with me in another 5 minutes, and you will publicly admit your identity as a Nilfgaardian spy." , and announced a complete break with Emhyr."

"Ian Sheedy will henceforth be freed from the maelstrom of politics."

This is what Triss and Cohn demanded - to completely strip Scoia'tael from the power of the South.

At the same time, tie Iron Sheedy completely to the anti-Wild Hunt ship.

The woman gasped after hearing this, 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 painstaking efforts and arrangements of the past few years, terminate the operation, and even betray Emhyr? The only way out?"

"Just rely on 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. Wait and see, you will understand."

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

Illuminate the night sky outside the flower window in the corridor.

Far away, a group of pitch-black bats flapped their wings, quietly flew across the sea-crossing bridge, and flew towards Arethusa, who was guarded by the magic circle.

Chapter 7 Mutations

Philippa hid behind the red curtain in the corner, and looked through the gap to observe the dimly lit corridor - the witcher and the elf lady who were talking secretly drew two long silhouettes on the wall.

"Perhaps the Witcher Organization has united with the Scoia'tael bitch, and we should do it now!"

"You are too sensitive. Demon hunters have always adhered to neutrality and never interfered in politics." Sigismund Dijkstra, the secret agent of Vizmir II, touched his bald head, matching his glowing white hair. skin, and a huge body weighing more than two hundred catties, like a pig that just took a bath,

"Don't forget, they used to kill Scoia'tael in Novigrad, and the rift between the two is very deep. The possibility of cooperation is very slim."

"But they talked for too long, and even opened the barrier of secrecy. It's impossible. The demon hunter apologized inside?"