Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 600 602. Drive away

When the witchers, Dandelion, and Ciri came out, they saw Haxor who was still smiling, but didn't look friendly.

There was also Stewart, who had bandages on his legs but still wore armor, leading a group of more than fifty soldiers.

These soldiers were also injured.

But now, the soldiers fighting side by side at dusk were faintly placing their hands on the handles of their respective weapons.

"What does it mean?"

Lan En stood in front and asked calmly.

Behind him, Ciri was held in Geralt's arms. Bai Lang pressed his head to prevent her from looking any further.

"What do you mean?" As if he heard a big joke, Haxo suddenly raised the steel scepter and smashed it to the ground!

"Bang."

"It means you are not the so-called Bordong at all! You are Lan En of Cintra! Right?!"

A loud announcement is like dropping a bomb on a calm lake!

The originally peaceful and joyful camp suddenly had many people gathering towards it.

"Lane of Cintra. Is he [Hunter Lord]?!"

"The hero who killed the Nilfgaardian lackeys!"

Lan En saw the little girl who had just come to deliver flowers, her eyes shining brightly.

Lann's 'trial' against Stetha has obviously spread widely in this country that is on guard against Nilfgaard.

So much so that the little girl couldn't believe that she had already given flowers to her idol.

There were exclamations all around, mostly positive emotions.

But the next moment.

"Ah! Hero!?" Haxo re-read the word in a sarcastic tone.

His tone obviously silenced the surrounding voices.

"We in Cintra regard him as a hero, but did this 'hero' do anything when we were suffering?"

"It seems that he neither appeared on the battlefield against the Nilfgaardians nor in the city of Cintra!"

"Yes, he has helped us a lot recently. But isn't the source of our miserable life still being defeated by the Nilfgaardians? Where was he at that time? According to the legend, with the power of one person equal to a hundred, If you appear on the battlefield, it will surely make a big difference in the situation of the battle, right?"

So now, all the sounds around him gradually disappeared.

People looked at each other blankly, the wind of public opinion making them dizzy.

"And what's more important, folks?"

Haxor spread his arms and turned around.

"[Hunter Lord]'s reputation is not only great here, but isn't he great in the eyes of the people in Nilfgaard?!"

"Think about it, ladies and gentlemen!"

"Will the enemy give up chasing a very valuable target? We are just a group of miserable people trying to make a living. The Nilfgaardians actually don't care much whether we run or not. If we don't encounter them, we will treat them as if they don't exist."

"But what if he's with us?"

"Look at his performance in that battle at dusk, everyone! How powerful it was! The Nilfgaardians must have recognized him. Yes, we are less than a day's journey from the border , but just in case!”

"What if the Nilfgaardians send a large group of cavalry to hunt him down?! Will we also be unlucky?"

The surrounding voices changed from silence to whispers again, like a swarm of bees hovering in the sky above this place.

The eyes of the refugees changed from joyful at first to fear, terror and even suspicion.

Lan En really wanted to say something.

But when he saw it, the little girl who gave them flowers opened her eyes wide and wanted to say something. But next to her, a woman covered her mouth.

The chapped hands were black and red. The black was the dirty skin, and the red was the flesh and blood inside after the skin was cracked. This looks like two hands working hard.

The woman looked at the witchers in horror.

So Lan En didn't want to talk anymore.

"So." Haxo's voice was low, like a hook that was about to draw out the whispers in people's hearts.

"What should we do to survive without being implicated?"

There was another whisper, like the flapping of bees' wings. Tension, anxiety, and fear spread like a plague in this voice.

Finally, a tentative, timid voice said, "Let him go?"

The sound was very quiet at first, but it suddenly attracted the attention of the three demon hunters with sensitive hearing.

They looked over there sharply.

But in this case, any action may become a spark that detonates the powder keg.

This place is very close to the border, so there should be no danger. They are still witchers, so nothing will happen to them, right?

Maybe it would be easier not to be with us?

This group of refugees, who have been struggling to survive in the war for a long time, almost all support themselves until now just for this opportunity.

But now, the Demon Hunter, or Lan En, has become a security risk for them across the border.

Therefore, with the tacit support of Haxo, and the inertial thinking that the law does not punish the public.

The voices of ‘let him go’ grew louder and louder.

Ciri and Dandelion's faces were red with anger, while Gerd and Geralt beside them held them back.

Lan En slowly stepped forward. His body felt extremely oppressive, and just by moving, the surrounding sounds automatically subsided.

He was very close to Haxo, looking down at him.

"So, this is what you want me to do?"

Haxor still smiled: "Yes, in order for more people not to be hunted, and also to allow you demon hunters to get rid of our encumbrances and be able to move quickly. Let's go our separate ways, Lan En."

After a brief and depressing silence, Lan En nodded: "If this is what you want, then I accept it. Finally, I sincerely hope that you can get out of Sintra smoothly."

Not sure if it was an illusion, Lan En felt a subtle twitch on Haxo's face, but his smiling eyes narrowed even more, making it impossible to see his eyes.

"Thank you. Thank you for your blessing, Lan En. Let's set off now. In order to make us all feel at ease, I will have sixty soldiers follow you until I send you far enough."

Lan En turned and left. Gerd and Geralt looked around deeply, and many people lowered their heads when they looked at them.

Ciri looked at Haxor, who was still smiling, with red eyes, spit on the ground, and followed Geralt.

As for Dandelion, the poet did not show his current expression even when he was almost crushed to death by the crowd during the battle at dusk.

He gritted his teeth, his face stiff and contemptuous.

"Ah! Cintra! The country of warriors and warriors. Today I have really seen what 'courage' means."

After saying that, he picked up his lute and followed the witcher's back.

Haxo's smiling face never seemed to change.

He nodded towards the sixty warriors surrounding him who seemed to be used to drive away the demon hunters.

"Go ahead."