Chapter 601 603. Delivery
Sixty warriors followed the witcher out of the camp with their bows and arrows strung and their swords unsheathed.
Before they had gone far, they heard cheers erupting from the camp behind them.
The refugees once again celebrated that they were one step closer to a stable and peaceful life and that they were getting rid of a security risk.
Xili gritted her teeth and angrily beat everything passing by with dead branches picked up from the ground.
Dandelion rarely made a wisecrack on the road.
The witchers seem to have long been accustomed to being chased away in disgust after saving people, so Geralt and Gerd looked indifferent.
There are only silent footsteps around, crunching on dead branches and leaves. There was also the sound of Ciri beating tree trunks and shrubs with dead branches.
No one was in the mood to care about time, so they walked in silence until the sky turned white.
“We have been walking for at least four hours.”
Dandelion suddenly said coldly.
"I think that's enough? At least four hours! You, the 'great', 'heroic', 'fearless and brave' Sintra warriors, should go back and join the people you are sworn to defend to the death. That's right."
"Let's be honest, I would rather encounter the large group of Nilfgaardian pursuers you are talking about than look at you again."
< br>"It would be better for me to let the Nilfgaardians kill me than to stay with you people from Cintra!"
"Don't talk about the Cintra people like that!" Li screamed.
"I don't admit it! I don't admit that they are Sintra people! We are not so heartless! So despicable!"
"Grandma Calanthe and the people who finally committed suicide in the city of Sintra. , are the real Sintra people!”
The singing and singing of the two people, one big and one small, is obviously quite lethal in terms of ridicule.
Lan En was listening, feeling that if he were from Sintra, he would probably be furious by now.
However, among the sixty warriors surrounding the demon hunters, they remained silent and just bowed their heads deeper.
The weapon in his hand was squeezed tighter by his palm.
The three demon hunters frowned almost at the same time, sensing something was wrong.
Leave aside the refugees in Sintra, they have already been frightened into quail by the cruelty of the war.
But this group of warriors were still fighting bloody battles with the Nilfgaardian army at dusk yesterday.
Everyone is injured now, and blood is still seeping under the bandages!
This kind of person will not be bloodless.
Even if they feel guilty for expelling the demon hunters, it is certainly not the case that no one will speak out.
"Ka"
Lan En's boots crushed the dead leaves and stopped in place.
As soon as he stopped, the whole team stopped immediately.
The metal collision sound caused by the armor's sudden stop from motion was endless.
But the sixty soldiers around him still lowered their heads, and no one spoke.
A strange feeling suddenly appeared in Lan En's heart.
"Who is your team leader? Let him speak out. If Stewart doesn't follow, you should have a team leader, right?"
No one spoke, and no one stood up.
It was as if these sixty warriors had been cast under a spell.
Their eyes wandered and turned sideways, subconsciously avoiding meeting Lan En's pursuing eyes.
Xili, whose face was originally red with anger, now blinked and was confused. Dandelion's face stiffened.
"Okay, okay!" The poet seemed to have thought of some vicious inspiration from his previous dramatic works in an instant, and shouted loudly.
"Are you using us as bait? Drive us out and let us lure the Nilfgaardian pursuers?!"
Among the warriors who remained silent during the previous sarcasm, there was a voice Suddenly he seemed to be irritated by these words, and he retorted loudly.
"No! We didn't!"
Lan En's eyes lit up and he walked towards the direction of the voice.
These soldiers wanted to stand in front of him and stop him, but Lan En pushed them aside as if they were sending children away.
Finally, Lan En caught a warrior who was slightly shorter than the others.
“What do you mean?”
Lan En looked down at him with burning eyes.
The short soldier stiffened slightly, then took off his helmet with a sigh of relief.
“Four hours should be enough.”
He murmured under his breath.
He raised his head, and Lan En's expression suddenly froze.
This is a half-grown child.
But age has long been no longer a concern in this land ravaged by war. What is even more noteworthy is that——
He has always been with Haxo, hugging him all the time. The little secretary who keeps a big notebook and keeps jotting down things!
Geralt and Gerd, who were standing nearby and watching, now widened their eyes and came closer.
Haxo’s little secretary seems to be called Lincoln?
Ever since he took off the full-face helmet, his expression could be seen by everyone.
It was not the fear and shrinking caused by someone like Lan En who could crush him to death with just a handshake, but a kind of extraordinarily desolate and sorrowful feeling.
He seemed to regard speaking under Lan En's gaze as a task, and he spoke steadily.
"Now, we have left the camp for four hours. In view of the ample time and distance, and the respected Master Lan En has noticed the abnormality, then I will deliver a commission to you here."
He As he spoke, he sniffed and sounded a little childish.
He solemnly and solemnly took out the large tome he had been holding in his hand from the backpack on his back.
Lifting his hands towards Lan En.
At this moment, it seemed that he finally couldn't hold it back any longer. Tears welled up from his eyes, leaving conspicuous marks on his dusty face.
Lan En looked at the tome with flickering eyes. His expression was not calm. It was obvious that he had already made a guess in his heart, but he was not willing to believe it.
He hesitated with his outstretched hand, then finally landed on it and picked it up.
This notepad, which required both hands to hold in Lincoln's hands, was like a normal-sized book in his hands.
Open this big notepad.
“This was the first day that the Nilfgaardians broke through the outer wall of Cintra. In the day after the city wall fell, they successively set fire to three areas including the Oak Area and the Wine Barrel Area. Fire, death toll reached"
"On the second day after the city wall fell, the Nilfgaardians began to besiege the palace. At the same time, they began executions on the other side of the palace moat. According to what I saw with my own eyes, the steward of the Cintra royal family, Haxo Linn, among them Seventy percent of those executed are unarmed civilians. If given the opportunity and necessary, I am willing to swear an oath in front of the statue of the Meritelli Temple.”
Keep reading, Lan En. The reading speed is used to the extreme at this moment.
It took him less than ten seconds to read the entire tome.
The content here is not, as Dandelion guessed, an autobiography used by Haxor to praise himself.
It is a record of what the Nilfgaardians did on the land of Cintra, recorded from the perspective of Haxor!
(End of this chapter)