Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 599: 601 The whole army is dispatched

Chapter 599: 601 The whole army is dispatched

Chapter 599 601. The whole army is dispatched

The news about the witcher is indeed good, but not valuable.

But thats no ordinary witcher, thats Lan En of Cintra! [Lord Hunter]! Without this monster like him, it would be impossible for those refugees to escape from here.

Darkley worked hard to gain attention for the information he provided.

But Duke Adal still said absently.

Okay, monster hehe.

monster?

What monster can stop five hundred members of Nausicaa's cavalry squad?

What kind of monster can withstand five hundred black infantry archers?

In other words, what kind of monster can match two thousand Nilfgaardian infantry?

Monsters, as an excuse for the disadvantages of the war, this reason is really convenient and ridiculous.

These foreign mud-legs are enough. Pure Nilfgaardians will not be so incompetent, nor will they be so shameless to find reasons for their failure.

Duke Adal Aip Darcy was already a little impatient.

Dakley was keenly aware of the emotion of the thigh he was hugging, and gave his final trump card.

The Lann of Cintra is certainly not worth mentioning against your troops, my lord. However.

But what if there is a little girl with mouse-grey hair next to the witcher?

In the candlelight that had been filled with as much fuel as possible but was still dim, the Duke stood up with a bang!

The armor on his body clanged, and the chair behind him was knocked down.

You mean you found the person His Majesty was looking for?

The Duke's eyes widened with surprise.

The witcher is not important.

Lane of Cintra, this particular witcher is not very important.

But this combination of a witcher and a little girl with mouse-gray hairvery important!

The main purpose of His Majesty Emhyr in ordering his intelligence officers to form a special force is this!

Had it not been for Darkley, the commander of the special forces, secretly trying to establish a relationship with him, then even the Duke of Adal would never have known this top-secret news.

He actually didnt know what the emperor wanted to do with this combination.

But he knows that whoever does this well will be greatly favored!

For the emperor's trust and honor, Darkley's information is worth it!

"Are you sure? Darkley, I am responsible for your information!"

Of course, my lord.

Following Darkley's affirmation, the Duke immediately paced back and forth in the room excitedly, gearing up.

Aha! Good luck!

The Duke murmured as he regained consciousness and immediately began to mobilize his troops.

How far do a group of refugees without horses want to run? Chase after them! I want to find them!

"Then" Darkley reminded him at the right time, "Lane of Cintra?"

"Huh?" Duke Adal was confused at first, wondering why Darkley had any need to ask this.

Then, he said nonchalantly: "A witcher, hey. A witcher should not be scared to tears after seeing my army and understanding what this army represents."

Okay, stop talking nonsense and send out the whole army!

In the refugee camp tonight, no one sleeps either.

But Lan En never expected that he and Gede would comfort each other at dusk, saying, "As long as I send the refugees to the last day, I will have fulfilled my wish."

But at night, they will encounter something like this.

Everything was fine at first, people were whispering and laughing happily.

People in a family hug each other, and people who are friends hug each other and cry, all to celebrate that they will be out of the sea of misery tomorrow. It was already late at night, and there were only a few hours left before the sun would shine. Then we continued walking until we reached a new country where the war was not raging.

Start their new life after suffering.

This kind of old-fashioned dramatic plot can only happen in reality. Dandelion pointed at various touching scenes and said decisively.

"If I gave this kind of ending to my ballad, I would be laughed at to death."

Thats right. Ciri sat next to Geralt and leaned against him. Looking at this scene with blank eyes, he whispered.

I have never been able to watch this kind of performance before. I only like to watch battles and fights, until now.

Geralt didn't say anything more, and just kept running his hands along Xilin's mouse-gray hair.

A spark of desire for passion will be born in a stable life, but when the tranquility dies, this spark will crave peace again.

Ged sat aside with a somewhat lonely expression. Dandelion thought that he was still worried about the survivor's curse at dusk, so he took the initiative to joke with him.

"What's the matter, old bear? Are you still pointing out someone to thank the witcher?"

The poet deliberately made an exaggerated expression.

Geralt no longer had such illusions when we first met. Do you see how calm he is now?

Youre right. Gede didnt refute anything, just nodded with a slight smile.

What can a witcher crave for? Bouquets of gratitude and anointing oil have nothing to do with us.

Lan En wanted to pat him on the shoulder to comfort him.

But before they could make a move, a small, sharp voice stopped them in their tracks. A little girl with pigtails and freckles on her face caught up. She was panting, holding a large bouquet of wild flowers in her hands.

Thank you, she squeaked. Thank you for looking after me and my brother, and my mother. Thank you for being so good to us. I picked some flowers for you.

She didnt look hungry, but she was still skinny, showing that she had spent a lot of energy.

At her age, she is the most in need of rest.

"Thank you." Amid everyone's confusion, it was Xili who took the handful of wild flowers. Or pretty weeds, its winter after all.

You are good people. The little girl bit her braid and added.

The witchers are good people, you are not monsters! You are just a little stronger.

And you, Uncle Dandelion, are not a fool who talks nonsense. What mother said is not true.

This is really gratifying to me. Lan En said softly and patted the little **** the head. Making her lower her head shyly. "Go back to your mother and brother, little miss. Everything will be fine after today."

So the little girl jumped away.

The demon hunters and their friends obviously felt better after this incident.

But the recovery did not take long.

Because along with the sound of a steel scepter hitting the ground, the sound of many armors rubbing against each other also came to the edge of the witcher's tent.

Please come out and talk, witchers.

In the past, Haxor would address the witchers as "Master", but there is obviously no such honorific today.

The former royal steward's tone was serious and full of justice.

We should talk about your affairs.