Chapter 580 581. Hunting Target
The scene fell silent for a while.
Why did the Nilfgaardians form this army? To deal with what?
The formation of the army is not a task that can be completed with just one shot.
Even if the emperor of Nilfgaard wants to open up a new territory in his army, it is not just a matter of opening his mouth.
The troops must have an imaginary enemy, that is, a target.
Their training subjects, equipment styles, and supply levels can only be formulated after having a goal.
And in this complicated but inevitable work process, there is countless oil and water waiting for all parties to divide it.
The most difficult thing about forming a new army is not the follow-up training, but the entanglement of interests before formation.
"The world has changed." A veteran with a few strands of white messy hair peeking out from under his iron helmet muttered after snoring a few times, tilting his head and spitting.
"How could there be so many weird things on the battlefield in the past? We went to the battlefield, and then the men drew their swords and slashed at each other! The princes and ministers behind were so scared that they wet their pants!"
Stewart did not look at the veteran.
That is to say, there is really a shortage of people now, otherwise he would definitely not let a veteran with only combat experience but no tactical thinking come to the table for a meeting.
This old guy probably thinks that warlocks and magic are just fireworks on the battlefield.
But one thing he said was right.
"Cintra has been entangled with the Nilfgaardians for a long time."
Stewart said calmly.
“But this is indeed the first time we have discovered that the Nilfgaardians have formed such a force. This time, they may have used Cintra as a testing ground for the new force.”
"Let them hunt some special targets."
For example, demon hunters.
Before Count Stesa was put to death in his own home, no one would have felt the need to dedicate an army to a specific group of people in a grand war.
But now, the impact of the death of a big noble has gradually become apparent.
"In short. Bang" Haxo tapped the ground with the steel scepter in his hand and concluded. "Either we get rid of these people quickly, or we have to find a way to deal with these people. As long as they are here, no matter how many scouts we release, we can't do it."
After saying that, Haxor focused on On the witchers.
"Three masters, you are the rare people who have faced them and survived. I would like to ask you to solve this threat."
Lan En is confident in his skills and strength, but he is not blindly confident.
After all, he has never met those people.
So, he turned his head and looked down at Geralt, seeking the opinion of the old-school witcher.
White Wolf pursed his lips, and it was only then that Lan En noticed that there seemed to be a scar on the corner of his mouth.
The scar left by the sword's blade.
Geralt's tongue subconsciously licked the scar, and then nodded.
"The threat they pose to us is imminent. Even if we want to survive, we have to deal with them first. With you, we should be able to handle it."
"Then it's settled." Lan En nodded indifferently and looked at Haxo opposite.
“But you don’t seem to care too much about whether we agree or not.”
“Because even if you don’t want to do it, I will organize ordinary soldiers to encircle and suppress them.”
The smiling royal steward spoke kindly and coldly.
“It’s just a matter of how many people die. But if we don’t deal with them, then everyone will die. If you think about it, it’s worth it as long as they don’t die.”
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"It seems that war can really turn a person into a beast or a monster." Lan En said with emotion.
The three demon hunters walked out of Haxor's tent, took Dandelion and Ciri, who were resting against the roots of the tree outside, and walked towards their tent.
A palace steward who was originally unremarkable and a little easily distracted, met again less than a year later, has turned into a man who regards his own life and everyone else's life as a number, in order to achieve his goal Guy who doesn't hesitate to use it.
To put it bluntly, this guy actually looks a bit majestic!
Lan En felt very complicated.
On the one hand, he felt that it would be a good thing for the current Haxo to lead this refugee group. After all, his ability and will are very qualified, allowing more people to survive in this cruel battlefield. .
But on the other hand, he didn't know whether he should feel sad for the departure of his former acquaintance 'Hakso'.
The original ‘Haktholl’, whose character was distorted by pressure and whose will was reshaped by disaster, can be said to be dead, right?
At least in this process, he probably suffered almost as much as if he had died.
Geralt exhaled a breath of hot white smoke, which curled up in the woods.
“That’s why I can’t believe him. Who knows what a person like him would put on the gambling table in order to achieve his goal?”
"In my opinion, your distrust of politicians is also a major reason why you adhere to the principle of neutrality."
Dandelion still wrapped the blanket Lan En gave him around his shoulders, sniffed and said .
“But you should face reality at least, suck~. The good old days of being able to stick to your 'neutral' without getting hurt have long passed, old wood! Whoever is 'neutral' now will be beaten first! Being beaten by both sides!”
“You are from the north, so you can easily draw the conclusion because you are born with a position.”
“You are not from the north?”
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"Look what you said, when I was working in the north, how many people walking on the street regarded me as the same person?"
"This is quite bullshit, I admit it. So you just because Isn't it just a case of staying neutral against the North's complaints? Isn't it just a matter of emotion? The reality is that you always have to choose a side! Or do you want to side with Nilfgaard? ”
In the daily life of the poet and the white wolf sarcastic with each other, Gede led Lan En to the area of the witcher’s tent.
In the refugee group, there used to be circles of various groups.
Like Hilton's motorcade, the motorcade escorts, and people from his business gathered together.
The scattered mercenaries who were crushed by the war gathered together and waited in circles.
These people said they formed a refugee group together, but in fact they just used a large number of ordinary people to protect them from disasters.
And ordinary people have nothing to say. They were already scattered in the wilderness, but the joining of these people allowed them to unite and have a chance to survive temporarily.
In these circles, the kindest people to ordinary people are actually the demon hunters.
So surrounding the witcher's tent, many civilians chose to rest here.
Lan En looked at Gerd and Geralt teasingly.
Demon hunters often put on a dead look when facing ordinary people. In order to reduce trouble, they even declare that they kill without batting an eye and have no feelings at all, so it is best not to be tempted by rewards.
But in this situation
"Laugh if you want, you bastard."
Gede's beard twitched visibly. Then he and Geralt tilted their heads to the opposite sides.
"It doesn't matter whether we are stupid or duplicitous. Anyway, that's it. We can't just ignore it."
"I wonder if I haven't said anything yet."
Lan En Looking down at them with arms folded.
"That's better, your face says everything you want to say."
(End of this chapter)