It's a fairly secluded terrain, with hundreds of refugees scattered through the woods.

The cold weather and the humidity of the woods tortured them to the bitterness, but none of them made a sound.

Quiet, forbearing, like a pile of corpses.

Only in a few places have small fires have been raised, surrounded by young children, the wounded, and the elderly, trying not to let a trace of light and heat leak out.

The refugees have yellow skins and thin bones, and the bones on their faces are highlighted by the lack of nutrients.

Although the body is visibly dirty, bloody, black, and sweaty. But also because of the weather, at least it's not too smelly.

With the sound of the hooves of more than twenty horses, a wave immediately broke out in the camp.

It was some armor-piercing men in the crowd who stood up to appease them, so that they did not cause a wider chaos.

And in Lan En's senses, there were now five or six stone crossbows aimed at them.

A small group of men with swords, shields, halberds, and weapons of various colors rushed out from Geralt's horse, looking menacing.

But when they saw the witcher's iconic eyes, which glittered in the dimness, the menacing hostility quickly dissipated.

"Master Witcher!"

They shouted affectionately, and Lane looked at Geralt a little unnaturally.

"Ahem, I said, don't call me that. I'm not an 'adult'. ”

Presumably, he was rarely treated like this in his previous life.

After all, it's good for witchers to walk down the street without getting poked in the back.

Geralt and Gerd leaped off their horses, and Lane slipped down with Ciri, and Dandrion was the most traditional of the people.

The team will light torches and get closer, only to discover Lan's presence.

The young man's height and size made them almost scream, but then, the immaculate countenance of the handsome face relaxed their voices again.

There is no such face as a giant or monster leader.

These people thought so.

"He was a friend of my classmates, and I met him on the way to help, so I pulled him in."

Gede stepped forward without a trace, pressed Lan's arm, and preemptively introduced it.

"You call him. Porton, Boldon on the line. ”

"Ah, can the Bear School grow so tall? You're amazing! If my son were still alive, I would."

A halberd soldier was so impressed.

Immediately, he was shoved by Geralt with several reins in his hand.

"Let's bring back a lot of horses, let's kill them for meat."

Geralt commanded in a deep voice, and the soldiers, who revered the witchers, did not say a word, took the reins and led the horse away.

As he walked, he made a few strange bird calls, which meant that there was no abnormality.

At the same time, it also means that they are officially back in the refugee group.

Lan En frowned as he looked at the refugees in the woods in the middle of winter, with no fire lit at night and all relying on tattered clothes and stiff bodies.

"If this continues, at least twenty people will freeze to death tomorrow morning!"

"More than twenty people die here every day, but more will be added the next day."

Ged whispered beside Lann as a woman stiffened her 'poof' from her seated position at the root of a tree they had walked along.

The refugees around them were already numb, they didn't make any waves, they just neatly stripped off the woman's clothes.

The only consolation was that they weren't going to do anything to the woman's body.

Gerd continued.

"You can't light a lot of fires, the light of the fire will attract the Nilfgaards, and you can only give priority to the wounded, the elderly, and the children in the middle. That's why I don't want to officially introduce you to them, man. ”

"I don't have as much experience and experience as Geralt, and if it weren't for this set of High Bear School armor that you gave me, I wouldn't even be qualified to follow him for thirty swords."

"I also don't have the knowledge of Dandrien to see the faces of many great nobles and even kings at their banquets. So I couldn't tell what kind of person Haxor was talking about. ”

"So I can only prepare for the worst"

Gede, this enthusiastic and heroic and emotionally rich bear school.

He looked up into Lan's eyes earnestly, and patted Lane's arm with his palm.

"You remember, right? The name of "Lord Hunter" is also a well-known hero in Sintra. Don't let people with ulterior motives take advantage of this name. ”

"I know you're a well-meaning man, man. But you also have to be aware of the fact that even if Haxso is a good person, few of the people in this refugee group will make it out of Sintra alive. ”

"Don't let people use your name to give these people hope, and then let them die in false hope."

Gerd looked at Lan earnestly.

He knew Len, and he knew Len would suffer from that situation.

"The Great Legion is the biggest violence in the world, monsters, magic, and even well-prepared wizards are just ants in front of the Grand Army. You don't have a rut either. ”

"The man who is now being roasted by the situation is Hacksol, we all know him, we are acquaintances. But if he wants to use your or Ciri's name to replace himself and let you both be roasted on the fire, then Geralt and I will definitely not agree. ”

"If I had to make a choice, let one of you step up and be the target on the surface, I would definitely choose him. I'm sorry, but he's just an acquaintance of mine, that's all. Do you understand, Lane? ”

In and out of his words, Gerd was persuading Lane not to care, not to give these refugees hope in his own name, and not to let himself carry the heavy trust of these people.

He wanted to protect his friend, who was now a giant and moved like a swift wind.

But some injuries are not physical.

Especially for people of kindness.

Lan also understands these things, so he affectionately bumps his elbow against Gerde's shoulder, and then says.

"Thanks for caring, good fellow. I know it. ”

I'll fuck you!

Gede was stunned for a moment, and then slapped himself in the face, looking very depressed.

He should have thought that if just persuasion could change a person's three views, then the most intuitively threatening force in this world should not be the sword, but the tongue.

Whatever.

Gede angrily pushed Lan away and thought to himself.

By the time he had seen the Nilfgadian army instead of the small group of scouts, he would probably understand, right?

Sooner or later, as long as they are still on the border with Sintra, they will surely see that scene.

But Gede also had an inexplicable feeling in his heart: he didn't know if he was expecting Lane to change because of the extreme violence he had witnessed, or if he didn't expect it.

Geralt led Ciri in the lead, Dandrion in the middle, and Lane and Ged in the last.

And at this moment, there was a commotion from the direction where the horses had just been taken.

"These horses are the best Nilfgaard horses, not for food! They should be equipped for cavalry units! ”

A young male voice spoke unquestionably.

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