Chapter 600 602. Driving
When the witchers, Dandelion, and Ciri came out, they saw Haxor who was still smiling, but did not look friendly.
There is also Stewart who has a bandage on his leg but still holds on to his armor and leads a group of more than fifty soldiers.
These soldiers were also injured.
But now, the soldiers fighting side by side at dusk were faintly placing their hands on the handles of their respective weapons.
"What does this mean?"
Lan En stood in front and asked calmly.
Behind him, Ciri was held in Geralt's arms. Bai Lang pressed his head to prevent her from looking any further.
"What do you mean?" As if he heard a big joke, Haxo suddenly raised the steel scepter and smashed it to the ground!
“Bang.”
"It means you are not the so-called Bordong at all! You are Lan En of Sintra! Right?!"
A loud announcement is like dropping a bomb on a calm lake!
Many people suddenly gathered in the originally peaceful and joyful camp.
"Lane of Cintra. Is [Lord Hunter]?!"
"He is the hero who killed the Nilfgaardian lackeys!"
Lan En saw the little girl who had just come to deliver flowers, her eyes shining brightly.
Lane's 'trial' against Stetha has obviously spread widely in this country that is on guard against Nilfgaard.
So much so that the little girl couldn’t believe that she had already given flowers to her idol.
There were exclamations all around, mostly positive emotions.
But the next moment.
"Ah! Hero!?" Haxo re-read the word in a sarcastic tone.
His tone obviously silenced the surrounding voices.
"We in Cintra regard him as a hero, but did this 'hero' do anything when we were suffering?"
"He seems to have neither appeared in He didn't appear in the city of Cintra on the battlefield against the Nilfgaardians!"
"Yes, he has helped us a lot recently, but the source of our miserable life is not the same. Or was he defeated by the Nilfgaards? Where was he at that time? If he appeared on the battlefield with the power of one against a hundred, wouldn't it make a big difference?"
So now, all the sounds around him gradually disappeared.
People looked at each other blankly, and the wind of public opinion made them dizzy.
"And what is more important, everyone?"
Haktholl opened his arms and turned around.
“[Hunter Lord]’s reputation is not only great here, but isn’t he great in the eyes of the people in Nilfgaard?!”
"Think about it, ladies and gentlemen!"
"Will the enemy give up chasing a valuable target? We are just a group of miserable people trying to make a living. In fact, the Nilfgaardians are not Why do you care if we run away? If we don’t meet him, we’ll pretend he doesn’t exist.”
“But what if he’s with us?”
“Look at his fight at dusk. What a great performance, everyone! The Nilfgaardians have definitely recognized him. Yes, we are only a day away from the border, but what if! br>"What if the Nilfgaardians send a large group of cavalry to hunt him down?! Will we also be unlucky?"
The surrounding voices changed from silence to whispers again, like a swarm of bees hovering in the sky above this place.
The eyes of the refugees changed from joyful at first to fear, terror and even suspicion.
Lan En really wanted to say something.
But when he saw it, the little girl who gave them flowers opened her eyes wide and wanted to say something. But next to her, a woman covered her mouth. The chapped hands were black and red. The black was the dirty skin, and the red was the flesh and blood inside after the skin was cracked. This looks like two hands working hard.
The woman looked at the witchers in horror.
So Lan En didn’t want to talk anymore.
"So." Haxo's voice dropped, like a hook, about to draw out the whispers in people's hearts.
"What should we do in order to live without being implicated?"
There was another whisper like the flapping of bees' wings, and emotions of tension, anxiety, and fear were in this voice The virus spreads like a plague.
Finally, a tentative, timid voice said: "Let, let him go?"
This voice was very small at first, but suddenly it aroused the attention of the three demon hunters with sensitive hearing. Notice.
They looked over there suddenly.
But in this case, any action may become a spark that detonates the powder keg.
This place is very close to the border, so there should be no danger. They are still witchers, so nothing will happen to them, right?
Maybe it would be easier not to be with us?
This group of refugees, who have been struggling to survive in the war for a long time, almost only support themselves until now for this opportunity.
Now, the Demon Hunter, or Lan En, has become a security risk for them across the border.
So, with the tacit support of Haxo, and the inertial thinking that the law does not punish the public.
The voice of ‘let him go’ grew louder and louder.
Ciri and Dandelion's faces were red with anger, while Gerd and Geralt beside them held them back.
Lan En slowly stepped forward. His body felt extremely oppressive, and just by moving, the surrounding sounds automatically subsided.
He was very close to Haxo, looking down at him.
“So, this is what you want me to do?”
Haxo still smiled: “Yes, so that more people will not be hunted, and also to keep you guys The witchers are free from our encumbrances and can move quickly. Let's go our separate ways."
After a brief and depressing silence, Lan En nodded: "If this is what you want, then I accept it. Finally, I sincerely hope that you can get out of Sintra smoothly."
I don't know. Whether it was an illusion or not, Lan En felt a subtle twitch on Haxo's face, but his smiling eyes narrowed even more, making it impossible to see his eyes.
"Thank you. Thank you for your blessing, Lan En. Let's set off now. In order to make us all feel at ease, I will have sixty soldiers follow you until I send you far enough away."< br>
Lan turned and left. Gerd and Geralt looked around deeply, and many people lowered their heads when they looked at them.
Ciri looked at Haxor, who was still smiling, with red eyes, spit on the ground, and followed Geralt.
As for Dandelion, the poet did not show his current expression even when he was almost crushed to death by the crowd during the battle at dusk.
He gritted his teeth, his face stiff and contemptuous.
"Ah! Sintra! The country of warriors and warriors. Today I have really seen what 'courage' is."
After saying that, he picked up his lute on his back. , also followed the demon hunter’s back.
Hakso's smiling face seems to never change.
He nodded towards the sixty warriors surrounding him who seemed to be used to drive away the demon hunters.
“Go.”
(End of this chapter)