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Geralt was ready for their attack, almost more so than he would a petrified lizard. The petrified lizards are very dangerous monsters. He compared the five elves to this kind of thing because they wear full armor and the weapons in their hands are also military.

This means that the witcher's sword is of no use to them.

"He, can you still cast spells?"

"You don't need to cast spells to deal with them." He Shenyan threw a few words lightly and greeted a male elf rushing towards him.

The guy held a long sword in his hand, flashing a cold light, and squatted at the mage, with a roar in his mouth: "Wizard! Don't think about chanting a spell in front of me!"

"No need to chant."

The mage's response seemed very calm. He took a step forward, came to the elf in a strange moment, and then stretched out his right hand. Not even Geralt could see what he had done, all he knew was that the elf flew back upside down, leaving his head and sword in the hands of the mage.

Blood spurted out.

"Laureus!"

The remaining four elves were originally heading for Geralt. They may have agreed that sending a soldier to deal with the mage is enough. The real threat is this cat's eye with a sword. But after seeing how the elf died, two of them turned their direction and ran towards the mage.

"You will pay for his death!"

"Then it depends on whether you can do it or not."

The mage smiled and spat out a word of trash, and threw the elf's head on the ground, kicking it away like a ball. The bloody head just slammed into the helmet of one of the attackers, knocking him over. The remaining one was pierced through his chest with a sword after he approached.

The metal armor was pierced like a paper lake. Logically speaking, only blunt weapons could cause effective damage to this kind of full-body plate armor. However, the mage just stabbed in with a sword. The elf's eyes widened, and a trembling scream came out of his throat.

He Shenyan gently retracted his hand, raised his foot and put it on the elf's chest, causing him to fall to the ground. The knocked-over elf lay on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Geralt's side was far more dangerous than his ease. This time, he didn't bring the sword that the Master made for him, just an ordinary steel sword and a silver sword. The Witcher regretted his decision now, because his sword was really useless against metal armor. As a last resort, he had to keep dodging.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the mage standing aside watching the play,

Geralt couldn't help shouting, "Help! Stop watching the play there!"

"I thought you could handle them."

He Shenyan shrugged, twitched his fingers, and two stones flew out of the soil precisely, then whizzed past with high-speed rotation, hitting the back of the head of the two elves precisely, and then nailed them through the forehead. on the trunk.

They fell to the ground with a thud, and Bai Huahua's brains and blood flowed out of the hole in the helmet, and hot air rose out. The witcher was panting heavily, looking at his blade full of gaps in distress, and couldn't help kicking an elf.

"God damn it, when did the Squirrel Party get the full body plate armor? They didn't even remove Kaldwin's emblem." Geralt said bitterly.

"Didn't you listen to that female elf? It was stolen."

"I don't think these rabble people have the ability to steal things from a heavily guarded military warehouse and come back alive. And if such a big thing happened, we must have heard people talking in the tavern just now."

"makes sense."

He Shenyan nodded, he left a living hole, the guy who was knocked out by his companion's head. The mage walked up to him, stretched out his hand to lift him, and threw it near the still-sluggish female elf.

"When did you get so strong?"

"Well, how many times do I have to say this, Geralt?" The wizard spread his hands impatiently. "Physical strengthening!"

Geralt looked at him suspiciously, and after a while, he suddenly said something that made He Shenyan's eyes twitch: "Can it be used in that?"

"You're fucking hopeless, Geralt."

"I'm sure of the answer now." The witcher gave an overjoyed smile. "Can you teach me when this is done?"

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where am I?

Young Leotine thought deliriously: Am I dead?

"For now, you haven't."

An unfamiliar voice responded to her, in the common language of mankind, with a noble accent that even a country elf like her could hear.

"Gene Era"

noble?

Leotine opened her eyes, her memory returned, and she looked at the black-robed man standing not far away with hatred. His handsome face made her even more infuriated to the elf - but it was a human being! Why can human beings have all the good things? And they have to be kicked out, kicked out of their homes, killed, collared like animals and rolled in the mud? !

The man stared at her with deep black eyes, smiling casually at the anger and hatred in her eyes.

"You might want to look around, ma'am."

around?

Just one glance sent her chills all over. The flames of hatred went out, and she saw four corpses. And blood, of course—blood always accompanies the dead.

Blood all over the place.

If it were human, she would be happy. But those equally bright red blood belonged to her compatriots. This made Leotine's heart suddenly go cold, and she couldn't help shedding tears, only then did she realize that she was tied up. The broken left hand is no longer bleeding, but it still hurts, and the stubble is exposed to the air.

"What did you do?" she asked, trembling. "Murderer!"

"It's amazing to hear that from an elf who was in the dark and attacked me with an arrow, ma'am, I'm impressed by your double standard."

The man's smile turned mean: "Well, they died for you, remember that, ma'am. They didn't have to die, but you attacked me and I captured you. And your mate Rush out of the woods, to save you, they died."

He said softly in a vicious, slow, and very chilling tone to Leotine: "They died for you, and they died for nothing—remember?"

Leotine shuddered and cried, nodding her head, and she subconsciously began to obey. She herself doesn't know why she is like this, maybe in ten years, she will understand, but now, she is just a crying elf.

"Fine, now, let's do another thing."

The man came to her, squatted down, and looked at her. Leotine felt an incomparable determination and strength from those black eyes. She was dazzled and even had a splitting headache.

what happened? Am I looking at the king? Leotine disproves the guess—no, no.

She felt a deep-rooted fear, and what she looked at was not a human being, not a monster, not a little demon who stole a child in the story, but a real devil who chose people to devour. Out of the myth, right in front of her.

The devil is right across from her.

"Tell me." The man's voice was calm. "Which warehouse did you steal the weapons from?"

"High Rock City..." Leotine sobbed, ashamed of her cowardice, but could not help obeying anything he said. "A team of guards took the money and let us take everything."

"That doesn't make sense, ma'am. You're the squirrels, and I don't think the king's soldiers will take your money to bring your weapons and equipment back and continue slaughtering the unarmed villagers."

"I'm telling the truth, and we haven't killed civilians!"

"I could also say I've never killed an elves, what do you think? Do you agree?"

The man smiled and pointed to the surrounding corpses.

"It's true..." She sobbed and nodded, almost breaking down.

"How to prove it?"

The conversation ended here, the man didn't ask any more questions, and Leotine knew in her heart that she didn't kill civilians, nor did her compatriots. because their leader would not let them. But will this man believe it? Will he let me go? He has killed four people...

Oh gods above, please let him let me go. Leotine cried in her heart.

The gods answered her.

She saw the man nodded to her and said softly, "Go to sleep."

Her consciousness fell into darkness.

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"I can't believe that you didn't kill those two elves."

"No need, it's a deterrent to keep them. Of course I could kill them and walk away, but will the local Squirrel Party drop their code and take revenge on the civilians after this kind of tragedy? I can't say for sure. The food in that tavern is average, but it's plentiful, Geralt."

"That's the only good thing about the place, oh, and maybe that table."

He Shenyan rode on the horse and shook his head at the witcher: "That female elf didn't lie, do you know what that means?"

"Political struggle, what else could it be?"

Geralt said quietly: "I've seen too many kings, mayors, and self-righteous senators. In their eyes, whether it's humans, elves, dwarves or halflings, they're all bargaining chips in their hands. It's something that can be exchanged for more benefits, not a living person."

"Also, High Rock is the capital of Kaedwen, and these squirrels have bribed soldiers and stolen a bunch of military equipment from Kaedwen's capital - the worst place in the world for non-human races." Geral concluded. "Even the water ghosts in the sewers think I'm talking nonsense."

"I have a very dangerous guess in my mind," said the mage. "Perhaps, the child was not killed by the Squirrel Party or any elves, and the arrow...was not shot by them."

Geralt nodded and said nothing more. His heart sank gradually, just like when he was in the forest. Although they had left the damp and cold place and returned to the road, he still felt the cold to his bones.

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