Chapter 1218 1200. Traitors and Heroes
The one-eyed elf's fingers unconsciously rubbed the tattoo on the side of his neck. The flower tattoo was obviously made with exquisite craftsmanship.
And with the artistic style of the elves. It should be from the hands of elves.
Iorveth himself still just sneered and spoke to Saskia.
"You have been with humans for a long time, but because of your identity as a green dragon, you also identify and sympathize with the Scoia'tael."
"You understood our nature very quickly, do you know why?"
"Because we are also a bunch of brats! Brats! Silly youths!"
Iofe Si's move of calling herself a 'little brat' did not make Sakia angry. Instead, she looked at the other party seriously at this time, ready to listen to the other party's thoughts.
But Sakia obviously did not expect that the other party would describe himself and the group he led in this way.
Didn’t you call me ‘little brat’ just now?
"We were incited. Some people took advantage of our impulse and stupidity and used the slogan 'freedom' to deceive us. Do you think that no one among us has heard such words? No one understands?"
Looking at Sa The stunned expressions of Chia and Margarita, as well as Lan En, who had been silently stuffing food into his mouth since he started talking to Sakia, Iorveth didn't know if he was mocking himself or others. laughed.
“I say we are a bunch of fools because we know it all in our hearts, but we cannot overcome the anger and hatred from our hearts, and we still follow the path planned by others. Go down.”
Iorveth stressed the word ‘others’.
He obviously not only knew that he and the Scoia'tael were incited, but he even knew in his heart the role of this 'other'.
"We can't conquer our inner emotions. They are also called impulses."
"We all know the truth. People always say 'don't be impulsive', but who can really do it?"
When it came to this, Iorveth seemed to simply let go. He drank all the remaining Vermentino red wine in the wine glass in one gulp, and even stretched his hand towards Lan En across the bonfire. .
The witcher also calmly stretched out his hand and poured him another glass.
Margarita, who was originally lazy and indifferent, seemed to frown, and her expression became a little serious.
And from his handbag made of petrified lizard leather, he took out another unopened bottle of Rivia cherry wine.
“The slogan “Drive humans back into the sea” is really easy to remember and catchy, and easy to spread. People in my team often shout this slogan to cheer up when they are emotional. But Ella and I both know in our hearts."
"This slogan is not meant to boost the morale of us Scoia'tael parties."
"The target of this slogan is human beings! In order to ignite the anger of mankind! Make those who are originally neutral and relatively peaceful humans hate us and hate us!” The so-called Scoia'tael."
Iorveth spread his hands, and a smile appeared on his face. A sad smile.
"Many non-human races now regard us as heroes in private, which of course satisfies my vanity and sense of honor."
The sad smile seemed to be on his face It’s set in stone and can’t be shaken off.
"On the contrary, people like Yalpan and Zoltan will think that we are stupid and embarrassing, just like seeing a woman open her legs and diving in without any thought. Who is this woman? Is the space between her legs clean? "
"Especially because this move will implicate others."
"But maybe in a few years, people like Yarpan and others who have worked hard to live in peace with mankind will be called traitors, while we will be openly regarded as heroes."
" In this world, in our history, the role reversal between traitors and heroes is nothing new. Yalpan and the others know it well."
Margarita looked at Iofe seriously. Si, Sachia seemed not to feel the injury on her shoulder at this time. That decisive and neat beautiful face clenched her back molars, causing her bite muscles to bulge.
Obviously, none of them expected that the commander of a Scoia'tael party actually thought about the situation and situation so deeply.
Look at the whole thing from different angles and think about it.
Margarita was okay, she just didn't care before.
Sachia was even more shocked.
Because obviously, after consciously discussing it with Lan En several times, she had made great progress in her ideological system, but it still seemed not deep enough or comprehensive enough in front of Iorveth.
This is not a gap between wisdom and intelligence, but a gap in perspective, experience and vision.
When Sakiya thought of this, she couldn't help but turn her head and look at the demon hunter who was still silent, just lowering his head to eat.
He seemed to be the only one who remained unfazed by Iorveth's explanation. It was as if he had seen so much that it was no longer new.
“Elirian.” Iorveth suddenly said to Saskia, “Carson had the opportunity to shoot you directly on the mountain road, but he hesitated and called out this name. Do you remember? "
Sakia nodded, she still remembered the elf archer of the Scoia'tael, who was still shouting this name before he died.
"Elirian." Iorveth repeated the name, and the emotions in his tone were so complicated that Saskia couldn't tell.
“She is an elf, a brave elf. Two hundred years ago, she led the elves to attack humans.”
"But the elders among the elves do not agree with her actions, because they know that the population is sparse and their race has no capital to fail. Once it fails, it will be doomed. The elders want to protect their own people and let their race continue to survive. Go on. But..." "How can the old man compete with the young man? Especially the young man is beautiful and eloquent, and her proposal is glorious and fearless!"
"So the young man is beautiful and eloquent. The elves followed Alerion into battle and were slaughtered mercilessly."
"The young men cried her name before they died."
Iorveth was calm. As he spoke, he sipped wine from time to time.
"Just as she promised, they died heroically, honorably, and honorably. But the result was only devastation, and our race has been doomed to a tragic fate."
The one-eyed elf calmly glanced at the witcher. , the beautiful bodies of female warriors and sorceresses, but there is not even a trace of sensuality in them.
"The elves have a long lifespan, but only the young among us have fertility. Then, these precious young people followed Alerion and died on the battlefield."
"The elves are not saved. ”
“Human beings are addicted to lust, and this desire is much more intense than that of elves. This allows human beings to do whatever they want, regardless of location or object, as long as they sit on a man’s lap. The thighs and belly can bulge. In our eyes, the birth rate of human beings is like that of rabbits!”
"Historical experience tells us: In this world, only the race that is best at enlarging women's bellies and slitting other people's throats can grow and become king."
"And in terms of murder and sleeping, human beings are really incompetent. People are comparable."
"And Elirion." Iorveth smiled sarcastically or sadly, "She became a hero."
"Legend has it that she died. At that time, I didn't know who I was pleading to, saying 'forgive me, forgive me' but ask me to say"
The one-eyed elf's expression suddenly became fierce and disgusting.
"Let her go to hell! After doing something bad and then asking for forgiveness from others, it is better to die directly!"
"Or just like me! If you know that your race is hopeless, then just risk it all. ! Don’t care about anything! Don’t regret anything!”
“Hesitant and capricious.” Iorveth’s fingers subconsciously rubbed the flower tattoo at the root of his neck, even turning his skin red. . "She deserves to die!"
"Elirian has mixed reviews among the elves, which is normal." Margarita was also holding the glass in a daze at this time, but forgot to put it in her mouth Send it here.
"But now, you, a Scoia'tael, are treating her. This is really..."
The sorceress had a complex expression that was difficult to express.
Obviously, this scene is beyond her understanding now.
But if you think about it more carefully, the causal relationship and logical sequence are not unreasonable.
Iorveth does hate humans, and he does want to retaliate against humans with violence.
But what made him start to have no scruples, and start with the mentality of breaking the pot and killing two to make a profit, was actually the impulsiveness and failure of Alerion two hundred years ago.
If he hadn't foreseen the gloomy future of his race, with his reason and understanding of the situation, he probably wouldn't have become a Scoia'tael now.
“But let’s get back to the topic, Iorveth.”
Finally, Lan En, who had just lowered his head and ate silently, suddenly spoke.
This action naturally caught the attention of everyone else.
"You dare to take the risk and follow the traces made by me and the Tyrannosaurus all the way here. It should not be to explain your racial concepts, right?"
"I promised Saskia that I would help her keep the secret of being a green dragon. And your next answer"
Lan En stuffed the last bite of the ham and cheese sandwich in his hand into his mouth and looked at it. said the one-eyed elf.
"This may affect your fate, Iorveth."
The witcher shrugged and subconsciously wanted to wipe his grease-stained fingers. It shows that he is now in a relaxed state.
But the sorceress leaning against him smiled seductively, and then pulled the witcher's hand in a gesture that could not be refused.
He buried his fingers generously into those rich and gorgeous red lips.
When the sorceress is having fun, she never cares about others.
The one-eyed elf, after being slightly silent at this time, also pursed his lips and nodded, placing the wine glass in his hand next to the bonfire.
He said seriously.
“I came here just to seek an opportunity.”
"Opportunity?"
"Yes." Iorveth's face, which was too cold to look like an elf due to scars and one eye, turned to the demon hunter and the female warrior.
“A chance to truly save my race!”
(End of this chapter)