The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"They will be surprised." Zelin smiled lightly.

"I like the way you smile." The elf raised his eyebrows. "Maybe one day, those potions can repair part of your nerves damaged by the trial of green grass?"

"Then I will try to smile as much as possible in the future."

The first thousand and twenty-five chapters riots and plans

Livia, this city was once one of the most important towns in the kingdom, providing a large amount of taxes and laborers for the kingdom of Livia. The most famous winery in the north is located here. With a population of more than 5,000, there are 17 villages around the city. Farmers and the tributaries of the Yaluga River have turned the plains near the city into fertile fields.

The city's vitality was greatly injured after being looted by the Nilfgaards. The population is now only 1,234 people, including 225 non-human races. The surrounding villages have long been reduced to rubble, and the whereabouts of the villagers have long been unknown. They either fled to other countries or died in the wild. The remaining urban residents are basically the residents who returned here after the war, or the refugees who hid behind the city wall because of the insecurity in the wild with monsters.

Today, the city looks no different from other war-torn cities. Everyone is busy with the work at hand. The demon hunter did receive some special eyes when he entered Livia City, but he also met the same eyes when he entered other cities. Several Livian soldiers guarded the city gate, and a donkey cart pulled by wood blocked the city gate. Many people who entered the city had to line up on the trail in front of the city gate, which made Zelindo endure the tar for a while. Taste and the smell of rotten cabbage in the muddy water. The temperature is getting hotter and more and more things start to emit a disgusting smell.

"It's terrible here."

Riding on another horse and hiding her face under the hood, Gnaiya said with a wrinkled nose. Two strands of blond hair were revealed from the left and right sides of the hood.

"I can be sure that when we enter the city gate, the situation will be much better." Zelin rode on the horse, leaning slightly towards Gnaiya, and said to her, "Generally speaking, the city’s garbage disposal sites are located in the city. Not far from the door."

"Why?"

"The first is because most people are unwilling to run too far, and second, if the enemy comes, it will allow those who attacked the city to spit out all the lunch for lunch."

Gneia's mouth was tight, and after a while, she sighed.

"These people are so funny."

In a tavern run by an elf in Livia, Zellin met Geralt and his friend, the dwarf Zoltan. After the war, Zoltan left the Mahakam Volunteer Army and came to Livia. It seemed that he planned to find some less dangerous jobs, at least to stay away from the sword. It is said that Zoltan is trying to make money and is preparing to marry a dwarf woman from Mahakam.

And another dwarf friend of Zoltan, Yalpen Zieglin also came here, Zelin met Yalpen, when he went to Kyle Morhan for the first time, when they and Ciri When leaving Kyle Mohan together, Yalpan’s mercenary team happened to be at an Aden outpost. At that time, Geralt, Xili, and Triss, together followed Yalpan’s motorcade and left, Ze Lin separated from them there.

According to Francesca, the elf owner of this inn was called Veris. One of his relatives came to settle in Hundred Flowers Valley. Although Veris did not intend to give up his tavern, he was a trustworthy person.

"Riot? This is not a joke."

"Of course not."

"The news I got is that someone is planning a premeditated riot tomorrow afternoon."

There were not many people in the tavern, only two elven guests. Zelin and several others discussed matters in the corner behind the inn, and the demon hunter checked the neighborhood to ensure that no one would overhear their conversation.

After the passing of the Nifoga German army, the population here is only one-fifth of the past. But if someone really wants to start a riot against non-human races, the small population is also a good thing for Zelin and the others. They can deal with the few mobs more easily.

"This is a dangerous accusation." There were toast and vodka on the table, and when Zelin first came in, they seemed to be holding a small banquet. Geralt sounds like he is planning to live in seclusion here. Zoltan wiped off the crumbs from the corner of his mouth and asked Zelin, "Where did you hear the news? Your elf lover?"

"Is this important?"

"Look, this is what a person who would shut up everyone's mouth would say. Don't we even have the right to speak?" Dandrian the bard on the side exclaimed, "When did we live like this? In the world. I have to record this in my poetry."

"Shut up, Dandrien."

The bard was supposed to live in Tousant, but because of his special character, after receiving the Duchess of Anna Henrietta, he still maintained romantic relationships with other women, so he had to leave Tousant. It is said that when he left Tousant, his neck was only a few centimeters away from the twisted rope.

"We must warn all non-human beings." The elf hotel owner on the side said. The elf looks very young, with his hair neatly combed behind his head and tied into a whip like a squirrel tail. "But we have to find a way, in Before drawing the attention of those who are plotting the riots, gather the non-humans together. Only when we gather together can we protect ourselves."

Francesca’s intelligence did not include who was planning the riot, but they also had an advantage that the planners did not know that the plan had been leaked, and they could not risk exposure to let the riot start early. Even if the mobs were killed in the end, but most of the non-humans were slaughtered, Zelin would have failed. So he couldn't openly evacuate the non-humans here. He had to find a way to gather the non-human race residents as much as possible without attracting the attention of the planners.

"These **** bastards, do they want to carry out another massacre and riot?!" Yalpin said angrily, his beard seemed to be erected. "I remember you also know the Van Geborg scene five years ago Massacre."

"Yes, I remember, I was there at the time."

It was the first time Zelin had dealt with Francesca. At that time, the demon hunter did not know the archmage. Francesca asked Zelin to help her rescue the elves trapped in Van Geborg and others. Non-human. That slaughter caused Van Geborg's blood to flow into a river, and hundreds of non-humans died.

"My grandmother died in that massacre!" Yalpan said angrily. "What happened to these humans? When they think they are angry, when they are angry, or when they think that non-human lives are better than them, they will Coming to slaughter, we must set off a riot to rob and kill people openly?! We should be slaughtered by them, and their hard-earned wealth should be robbed of their hard-earned wealth? We must make them pay! Demon hunters, help us."

"If I hadn't come to help you, I wouldn't have to come here." Zelin lowered his voice. "We still have one day, so let us quickly prepare. Come and listen, I came up with a plan. "

The first thousand and twenty-six chapters Dandrien's performance

Gibson pulled the collar of his cotton-padded jacket. The dirty torn jacket and the hot and humid temperature made his clothes look like lice.

The two elven residents walked past him while talking. The two elves seem to be talking about going to a drama together this afternoon. Their clothes are not gorgeous and glamorous, but the green and white clothes look very fit and comfortable, and they are dry and tidy.

"My dear, I heard that today there will be an opera showcasing elves and dwarves in the tavern in Veris. Would you like to go see it with me? I heard that the famous master Dandrien will also attend this opera. Yes, it must be very exciting." The male elf invited to the female elf around him, "I reserved two seats, so we can go and watch together."

"Dandrine? The most famous human bard? The champion of the Island Bard contest? He is in Livia?" The female elf widened her eyes in surprise. "I have always wanted to see this chant with my own eyes. The travel poet, it is said that the notes played by his lute can intoxicate vipers and calm the wrath of werewolves. How could he participate in a performance related to elves and dwarves?"

"Who knows, it is said that Master Dandrien got a lute made by an elf craftsman outside of Hundred Flowers Valley?" The male elf shrugged. "How about it, three o'clock this afternoon?"

"I will be at home here, and there are still some clothes in the house that have not been cleaned." The female elf said happily. Will go."

Listening to the elf's conversation, Gibson sneezed and rubbed the tip of his red nose.

These damn, cursed non-humans can wear comfortable clothes and go to the tavern to listen to music, while these humans can only wear dirty padded jackets and live in damp and dirty houses. Gibson sneezed again and wiped his fingers on the cotton clothes. Someone was right. These cursed freaks shouldn't appear in cities where humans should live, they should roll back to their mountains and forests. They came to the city just to take away the houses and coins that should belong to human beings.

"Hey, you, do you want to find a job?" A man with a monocle and a moustache came over, holding a yellow page with the employment conditions in his hand. "The Jude Lumberyard outside the city is about to open. We are recruiting workers. Are you interested? If you just came to Livia and haven't found a new job, our job is very suitable for you. "

From just now, this man has been recruiting workers everywhere in the city, but very few people are willing to join.

"No." Gibson murmured and shook his head. He shook his head and walked through this muddy street. The lumberjack didn't make enough money to buy a bag of hemp powder. He needed more money. These cursed non-humans took the coins that should have been him, and he wanted to find a way to get them back with others.

This is a simple wooden house that many people will not pay attention to at the second glance at the first glance. There are many such houses, and most of them are empty. The owners of many houses have fled here before the arrival of the Nilfgard. Gibson knocked on the dilapidated door panel in front of him, and an eye appeared in the gap of the door panel. After determining who was standing outside, the door panel opened a gap, and Gibson squeezed into the gap sideways.

"Do you know why those **** non-humans suddenly went to a tavern?"

The room was very dim. There was no light source like candles. There was only one skylight sealed with wooden boards and rivets. The sunlight came in through the cracks in the wooden boards.

"A bard, like Danley Lane, or Dandelion or something, is going to hold a concert in a non-human tavern." Gibson mumbled, "These non-humans seem to be going to the opera."

"What does she mean? Why is it today?" a person said loudly, "Are the non-human beings planning to gather together to plan something?"

"Not all the non-humans have gone. I saw some non-humans are still staying at home." Another said dullly, "Isn't this great? They all went to one place, we can kill them all, they No one can escape."

"When will their opera start?"

The innermost person asked Gibson. This is an outsider, few people know him. However, he is willing to provide a lot of coins and weapons for them to deal with non-human beings. These money can be earned more than working in a factory workshop. Such a good person is not much earned these days.

"In the afternoon, it should be close to night, it seems to be five o'clock."

"Then let us postpone the time until half past five, and when they are all gone, we will do it again. Tell others that the time is postponed and let them prepare in advance."

The news that Master Dandrien was going to hold an opera in Livia city soon spread. The elves and the dwarves were decorating the tavern together. No matter what, they had to make a pair that really looked like they were going to perform an opera. The appearance of the performance. Similarly, these decorations and wooden boards with simple advertisements only need to be placed sideways on the road in front of the tavern to form a solid roadblock.

Jarpen went to contact a certain dwarf blacksmith in the city. He and that blacksmith were friends. There should still be some crossbows and arrows in the blacksmith’s warehouse. After all, their goal was not only to defeat these thugs, but also Protect as many non-human races as possible. Not everyone knows how to use swords and clubs today, and not everyone can face the dominant mob and protect themselves in close combat. At this time, they need a crossbow to arm non-human beings.

As for the reason, this is always the easiest thing to come up with.

A blacksmith was going to Mahakam to buy goods. When he passed by the tavern, he stopped and listened to Dandrien's opera for a while, but happened to encounter a riot. Even if the Livia soldiers later investigated the cause, they could not find any evidence. It proves that non-humans are armed to fight the mob premeditatedly.