Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 574 575. Life of Refugees

According to Dandelion, their refugee life was actually quite dramatic.

I don’t know if this is an adaptation by the famous poet himself, but judging from the acquiescence of Gerd and Geralt, even if it is an adaptation, it should not be to a large extent. Be credible.

In order to find Ciri, a group of two demon hunters and a poet headed straight for the city of Sintra.

But fortunately, they did not arrive before the city of Cintra was surrounded by the Nilfgaardians, so they did not fall into that cruel hell.

It is said that the outer city of Sintra was blasted away by southern warlocks on the first day, and only the palace survived for four days under the protection of powerful magic.

The outer city of Sintra has been massacred over and over again in these four days.

After all, the troops besieging the palace always want to have some fun and boost their morale, right?

Then the inner city was also breached.

If Geralt hadn't been wandering around outside the city for many days as if he was tortured crazy by self-blame, they might not have met Ciri.

On the night when the inner city was breached, they found the little princess who had become embarrassed and dirty while wandering around as usual.

She was almost frightened to the point of having a mental disorder, and even now, in her dreams every day, she dreams of a Nilfgaardian knight wearing a winged helmet in flames chasing her.

Geralt hugged the little girl he had let go of several times as if he had found a treasure.

The next step was to find a way out of the quagmire of war.

But this activity, which is like going in reverse against disaster, is really too difficult.

Any indiscreet noise may be discovered by the scouts released by the army, and the "clearance" will follow.

They also need to carefully plan their way forward, because it is impossible for civilians and refugees in the war to know the movements of the army.

If their route happens to be a conflict point between Nilfgaardians or other forces, then they will become flies caught in the meat grinder. No one even knows when they died. here.

Just a puddle of worthless meat.

The witcher's superhuman senses and body functions are indeed very useful, but even if they are cautious enough that Gerd and Geralt are on alert day and night, they eventually encounter an accident.

It was a swamp that was difficult to escape quickly once entered. They originally wanted to take a rest in this terrain that the army avoided.

But early the next morning, everyone heard shouts of death in a daze.

By that time Nilfgaardian scouts had come in after a group of refugees, and a battle had begun.

It was already too late to leave. If Nilfgaard's scouts were allowed to send out whistle arrows, this small swamp would be surrounded faster than they could escape.

Then we can only help the refugee group to fight.

The two demon hunters were extremely brave. They hurriedly and slowly killed the crossbowman before the sentry arrow was fired.

In turn, they even annihilated the Nilfgaardian scout team.

This is considered a fate.

The refugees looked at the two demon hunters as if they were heroes in an epic!

At this time, the leader of the refugee group, the former royal steward Haxo, also stood up.

Both Gerd and Geralt had dealt with him, and they were worried that Haxo would call out Ciri's identity.

The only heir to the Cintra royal family. Once this name comes out, it is almost impossible to leave Cintra.

The Nilfgaardians would probably have to send out a serious army to hunt them down.

But Haxo's appointment as royal steward was not a vegetarian.

In a moment of exchange of eyes and faces, they reached an agreement.

"We will act together with the refugee group, help each other, and strive for more people to escape from this quagmire of war."

Dandelion's face looked much better than Geralt's when he talked about Haxor.

It seems that the poet had a good impression of him.

"This is actually a win-win situation. The refugee group is not just counting on us to fight. Haxo's knight's son has many Cintra soldiers. To be honest, they are better than us. If something happens, they will charge into the battle. I’m always the first one up.”

"It's not better than 'us', it's better than 'Me and Geralt'." Gede complained from behind, "No one counts you as a combatant, Dandelion."

The poet waved his hand back nonchalantly in response.

"Anyway, let's do some work for the Refugee Group, and the Refugee Group has also provided us with great convenience. At least you two no longer spend the night staring at each other, and you no longer eat half-cooked food. Even your armor needs to be maintained every week. , isn’t it? That’s what helping each other means.”

Later, this refugee group relied on the demon hunter's perception to avoid many dangers in advance, and even fought back against Nilfgaardians and wandering bandits several times! And it worked!

They were equipped, their hearts strengthened, and they were joined by more displaced refugees as they made their way to the border.

There were even young people from Cintra who admired their victory over a small group of Nilfgaardians and came to join them.

Men in this country have explosive personalities.

There are farmers whose fields have been destroyed, lumberjacks, miners, traveling merchants, craftsmen who have escaped from the city. There are everyone. Human beings' natural habit of gathering together makes them hug themselves together to gain combat effectiveness and a sense of security, hoping to survive.

"That's why I'm worried. There are more and more people."

Geralt said with a cold face.

Snowballing is of course fast and exciting, but this is in a war-torn zone! The Nilfgaardians have an absolute advantage in Cintra!

The bigger the snowball gets, the more likely it is that the Nilfgaardians will notice their small group!

"I'll just say it straight."

Geralt said in his hoarse, weathered voice.

"Haxor and his knight son have no intention of stopping accepting refugees. I'm a little doubtful whether they really want to leave this mud pit, or they have other ideas. You know, the Lan En War is not only It’s a quagmire for the miserable.”

Digging into the depths of the war, this is still a feast that can seize power and wealth!

A feast exclusively for the ruthless, decisive and brave people!

Lan En nodded, expressing understanding.

"The way Haxo looks at Cili is wrong. I suspect that sooner or later he will use his identity as the heir to Cili's royal family as a banner to gain more influence and legal claims for himself."

Ciri sat in front of Dandelion, her little face looking blank for a moment, obviously not understanding the twists and turns here.

Dandelion and Geralt obviously didn't want to go together.

"Come on, you're just neurotic because you're too worried about Ciri. Admit it, White Wolf."

The poet smiled and said indifferently.

"We have all been together with Hucksol. He has no ambition at all. He also has self-awareness. He knows how much he weighs and how much he eats to satisfy his appetite. There are not many such wise people in these days. See."

"I have seen too many ambitious nobles and generals, and Haxor is nothing like them."

"In my opinion, he also watched Xili grow up. Now that the world is in chaos, it's normal to look at her more."

"As for not stopping recruiting people? If the snowball could stop casually according to the person's wishes, it wouldn't be called a snowball. He is being roasted right now."

No matter which one of the two people has a more objective view, the refugee group's temporary location has arrived.

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