Chapter 574 575. The life of refugees
According to Dandelion, their refugee life is 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, the extent should not be large. 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 open 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 driven 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. Until now, in her dreams every day, she would dream 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 is to find a way out of the quagmire of war.
But this activity, which is like running counter to 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 civilians and refugees in the war cannot know the movements of the army.
If their route happens to be a conflict point between Nilfgaardians or other forces, then they will become a fly caught in the meat grinder. No one even knows When did they die here?
Just a puddle of worthless meat.
The superhuman senses and physical functions of the witcher 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 the shouts of killing in a daze.
At that time, Nilfgaardian scouts came in chasing a group of refugees, and a battle began.
It's too late to leave. If Nilfgaard's scouts are allowed to send out whistle arrows, this small swamp will be surrounded faster than they can 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.
Even in turn, they 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 sole heir to the Sintra royal family, once this name comes out, it is almost impossible to leave Sintra.
The Nilfgaardians will probably have to send a serious army to hunt them down.
But Haxo's appointment as the 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 son has many Cintra soldiers. To be honest, they are better than the rest of us. , he is always the first to charge into battle when something happens."
"It's not better than 'us', but better than 'me and Geralt'," Gede complained from behind, "No one is there. Count you as a fighting force, 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 have not spent the night staring at each other, nor have you eaten half-cooked food, or even The armor is maintained every week, isn’t it?”
Later, the refugee group relied on the demon hunter’s perception to avoid many dangers in advance, and even fought back several times. Nilfgaardians, wandering bandits! And it worked!
They received equipment and their hearts became more stable. More displaced refugees continued to join them on the way to the border.
There were even young people from Cintra who admired their victory over a small group of Nilfgaardians and came to seek refuge with them.
Men in this country have explosive personalities.
Farmers whose fields were destroyed, lumberjacks, miners, traveling merchants, craftsmen who 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 area! 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 tell you the truth."
Geralt said in his hoarse, weathered voice.
“Haxor and his knight son still 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 also understand Well, the Lan En War is not only a quagmire for the poor. "
Digging into the depths of the war, it is also a feast for grabbing 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 the Cili 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 obviously did not want to go with Geralt.
"Come on, you just became neurotic because you were too worried about Ciri. Admit it, White Wolf."
The poet said with an indifferent smile.
“We have all gotten along with Hucksol. He has no ambition at all. He also has self-awareness, knowing how much he weighs and how much he eats to satisfy his appetite. Such a wise person is It’s rare these days.”
“I’ve seen too many ambitious nobles and generals, and Haxor is nothing like them.”
“In my opinion, He also grew up watching Xili. The world is in chaos now, so it’s normal to look at her more.”
"As for not stopping accepting people? If the snowball can stop casually according to the person's wishes, it wouldn't be called a snowball. He is being roasted on a rack now."
No matter which of the two people belongs to The view is closer to objective. In short, the temporary residence of the refugee group has arrived.
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(End of this chapter)