Chapter 575 576. Refugee Group
This is a fairly hidden terrain, with hundreds of refugees scattered in the woods.
The cold weather and the humidity in the woods tortured them terribly, but still no one made a sound.
Quiet and forbearing, like a pile of corpses.
Only small fires were lit in a few places. These small fires were surrounded by young children, the wounded, and the elderly, trying not to let any light and heat leak out.
The refugees have sallow faces and thin muscles, and the bones on their faces stand out due to lack of nutrition.
Although the body was visibly dirty, with blood, black stains, and sweat stains, at least it was not too smelly because of the weather.
With the sound of the hooves of more than twenty horses, a wave of waves immediately set off in the camp.
It was only because some people in the crowd who were wearing armor and wearing swords stood up to comfort them that they did not cause wider chaos.
In Lan En's senses, there are now five or six stone crossbows aimed at them.
A small group of people holding swords, shields, halberds, and weapons of various colors sprang out from in front of Geralt's horse, looking menacing.
But when they saw the witcher's iconic eyes that shone in the dark, this aggressive hostility quickly dissipated.
“Lord Demon Hunter!”
They shouted affectionately, and Lann felt a little uncomfortable when he saw Geralt.
“Ahem, I said, don’t call me that. I’m not an ‘adult’.”
He must have rarely been treated like this by people in his previous life.
After all, it would be nice for a witcher to walk on the street without being poked in the spine.
Geralt and Gerd jumped off their horses, while Lann carried Ciri down. Dandelion was the most traditional person.
This small group of people lit torches and approached, only to discover Lan En's presence.
The height and body shape of the young people made them almost scream, but then, their flawless and handsome faces made their throats relax again.
No giant or monster would have such a face.
These people think so.
"He is a friend of my classmates. I met him on the road and helped him, so I roped him into my group."
Gede stepped forward without leaving a trace and held down Lan. En's arm was introduced first.
“Just call him Bordon, Bordon.”
"Ah, can the Bear School grow so tall? You are so awesome! If my son is still alive, I will definitely..."
A halberdier said in admiration.
Immediately, Geralt put several reins into his hands.
“We brought back a lot of horses, let’s kill them and eat their meat.”
Geralt ordered in a deep voice. These soldiers who respected the witcher did not hesitate. He picked up the reins and led the horse away.
As he walked, he made a few strange bird calls, which was meant to inform him that there was nothing unusual.
This also means that they have officially returned to the refugee group.
Lan En frowned as he looked at these refugees in the woods in the middle of winter, with no fire at all at night, relying solely on tattered clothes and stiff bodies.
“If this continues, at least twenty people will freeze to death tomorrow morning!”
“More than twenty people will die here every day, but more will be added the next day.”< br>
Gede whispered beside Lan En. Next to a tree root they passed by, a woman tilted from her original sitting position and made a stiff "Plop" sound. The surrounding refugees were already numb. They didn't make any trouble, they just took off the woman's clothes neatly.
The only comforting thing is: they didn't plan to do anything to the woman's body.
Ged continued.
“You cannot light a large number of fires. The fire will attract the Nilfgaardians. You can only give priority to the wounded, old people, and children in the middle. This is why I don’t want to formally introduce you to them, buddy. ”
"I don't have as much experience as Geralt. If I didn't have this set of advanced bear school armor that you gave me, I wouldn't even be qualified to fight thirty swordsmen with him."
"Me too. Without Dandelion's knowledge, I could see their faces at the banquets of many nobles and even kings, so I couldn't tell what kind of person Haxor was in their mouths."
"So I. We can only prepare for the worst"
Gede, this passionate, heroic and emotional bear school.
He looked up at Lan En's eyes seriously and patted Lan En's arm with his palm.
"Do you remember? [Lord Hunter] is also a well-known hero in Cintra. Don't let people with ulterior motives take advantage of this name."
"I know you are a well-meaning person, man. But You also have to recognize the reality. Even Haxo is a good person, but few people in this refugee group can escape from Sintra alive."
"Don't let anyone use your name. Give these people hope, and then let them die in false hope."
Gede looked at Lan En seriously.
He knew Lan En, he knew Lan En would be in pain for that situation.
"The Grand Army is the greatest violence in the world. Monsters, magic, and even the well-prepared wizards are just ants in front of the Grand Army. There is nothing you can do."
"Now you are being roasted on the fire by the situation. The person is Haxor, we all know him, he is an acquaintance, but if he wants to use your or Ciri's name to replace himself and let you two be roasted on the fire, then Geralt and I will definitely do it. I disagree. "
"If I have to make a choice and let one of you stand up as a target, I will definitely choose him. Although I am sorry, he is just an acquaintance of mine. That’s all. Do you understand, Lan En?”
Gede was urging Lan En not to care too much, not to give hope to these refugees in his own name, not to bear the burden of these people. of trust.
He wanted to protect his friend, even though this friend was now built like a giant and moved like a swift wind.
But some injuries have nothing to do with physical fitness.
Especially for kind people.
Lan En also knew these things, so he bumped Gede's shoulder affectionately with his elbow and said.
"Thank you for your concern, good man. I know what I know."
Fuck you, I know what I know!
Gede was stunned for a moment, and then slapped himself in the face, looking very depressed.
He should have thought that if persuasion alone could change a person's outlook, then the most intuitively threatening force in the world should not be the sword, but the tongue.
Whatever.
Ged pushed Lan En away angrily and thought to himself.
When he really sees a large Nilfgaardian army instead of a small group of scouts, he will probably understand, right?
There will be such a day sooner or later. As long as they are still approaching the border of Sintra, they will definitely see that scene.
But Gede also had an indescribable feeling in his heart: He didn't know whether he expected Lan En to change because he witnessed the extreme violence, or whether he didn't expect it?
Geralt led Ciri in front, Dandelion in the middle, and Lann and Ged in the back.
At this moment, there was a noise from the direction where the horses had just been taken away.
“These horses are fine Nilfgaardian war horses, not for eating! They should be equipped for cavalry units!”
A young male voice spoke without any doubt.
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(End of this chapter)