The scene fell silent for a moment.

What did the Nilfgaard people do in forming this force? What is it for?

The formation of troops is not a task that can be done with two hands and a single tap.

Even the Emperor of Nilfgaard could not open his mouth to open a new field in his army.

The troops must have an imaginary enemy, that is, aimed at the target.

Their training subjects, equipment styles, supply levels. It has to be set with a goal in mind.

And in this complicated but inevitable work process, there are countless oil and water waiting for all parties to share.

The most difficult thing in forming a new unit is not follow-up training, but the entanglement of interests before it is formed.

"The world has changed." A veteran with a few strands of white messy hair peeking out from under an iron helmet snorted a few times, tilted his head and spat before muttering.

"How could there be so many strange things on the battlefield in the past? We go to war, and then we draw our swords and slash each other! The prince and minister are so scared that they pee their pants in the back! ”

Stewart didn't look at the veterans.

That is, there is a real shortage of people now, otherwise he would definitely not let a veteran who only has combat experience but no tactical thinking come to the table for a meeting.

The old guy probably thinks that the warlocks and magic are just fireworks on the battlefield.

But there was one thing he said that was right.

"Sintra has been entangled with the Nilfgaard for a long time."

Stewart said calmly.

"But it is also the first time that we have discovered that the Nilfgaard have formed such a force. This time, they may have used Sintra as a testing ground for new troops. ”

"Let them hunt some specifically. Special Goals. ”

Like the Witcher.

Before Count Testesa was killed in his own home, no one felt the need to place a unit specifically against a group in a grand war.

But now, the impact of the death of a great nobleman has gradually become apparent.

"Anyway. Bang" Haxel summed up by nodding the steel scepter in his hand. "Either we'll get rid of these people quickly, or we'll have to find a way to deal with these people with them, and no amount of scouts will be able to let them out."

With that, Hacksoll set his eyes on the witchers.

"Three masters, you are one of the few people who have fought with them and survived, I want to ask you to solve this threat."

Len is confident in his skills and strength, but not blindly.

After all, he hadn't seen any of them.

So, he turned his head to look down at Geralt, asking for the old-school witcher's opinion.

The white wolf pursed his lips, and Lan En only noticed that there seemed to be an extra scar on the corner of his mouth.

A scar from the blade.

Geralt's tongue subconsciously licked the scar before nodding.

"Their threat to us is imminent, and we have to get rid of them first, even if it's for our lives. With you, we should be able to handle it. ”

"Then let's talk about it." Lan nodded indifferently and looked at Haxel on the other side.

"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'll organize ordinary soldiers to surround and suppress them."

The royal family manager who smiled Mimi said cold words amiably.

"It's just a matter of how many people die. But if you don't solve them, then everyone will all die, so it's worth it as long as you haven't died yet. ”

——

"It seems that war really turns a person into a beast, a monster."

Lan En said with a little emotion.

The three witchers came out of Haxor's tent and took Dandrion and Ciri, who were resting outside against the roots, and walked towards their tent.

A court steward who was originally unremarkable and only a little distracted, and who saw him again in less than a year, had become a guy who regarded his own life and that of everyone else as numbers, and did not hesitate to use it for his purpose.

Or even an exaggeration. This guy actually looks a bit of a hero!

Lan En felt mixed feelings in his heart.

On the one hand, he felt that it should be a good thing to let the current Hackso lead this refugee group, after all, his ability and will are very qualified, so that more people can survive in this cruel battlefield.

But on the other hand, he didn't know if it was for the sake of the departure of his old acquaintance 'Haxol'. Condolences are felt.

The original 'Haxor' whose personality was distorted by pressure and whose will was reshaped by disaster can be said to be dead, right?

At least in the process, he probably suffered as much as he 'died' once.

Geralt exhaled a puff of hot white smoke that curled up through the trees.

That's why I didn't dare to believe him. Who knows what a person like him will end up betting on the table in order to achieve his goal? ”

"In my opinion, your distrust of politicians is also a big reason why you stick to the principle of neutrality."

Dandrion, still wrapped in the blanket that Rann had given him, sniffed and said.

"But you should also face the reality more or less, suck~. The good old days of being able to stick to 'neutrality' and not be hurt are long gone, old wood! Whoever is 'neutral' now will be beaten first! Hit on both sides! ”

"You are a northerner, you are born with a position, of course you can easily draw conclusions."

"You're not a northerner?"

"Look, when I was working in the north, how many people walked down the street and thought I was one of my kind?"

"That's pretty shit, I'll admit it. So you're going to be neutral because of your grievances against the North, even if it's going to be displeasing to both sides? Isn't this still a matter of will? Reality, Geralt! The reality is that you always have to take sides! Or do you want to side with Nilfgaard? ”

In the midst of the poet's and the white wolf's daily sarcasm with each other, Gerd led Lan to the range of the witcher's tent.

In the refugee group, there were previously circles of various groups.

Like Hilton's convoy, the convoy guards, and the people in his trading house get together.

The scattered mercenaries who were crushed by the war gathered together and so on.

These people say that they have formed a refugee group together, but in fact, they are more just using a large number of ordinary people to protect them from disasters.

And ordinary people have nothing to say, they should have been exposed to the wilderness, and the addition of these people allowed them to unite and have a chance to live temporarily.

In these circles, the kindest to ordinary people is actually the witcher.

So around the witcher's tent, many civilians chose to rest here.

Rann looked teasingly at Ged and Geralt.

Demon hunters often put on a dead face to face ordinary people, and in order to reduce trouble, they even claim that they kill people without blinking an eye and have no feelings at all, so it is best not to be tempted by the reward.

But wait until this is the case

"Laugh if you want, you bastard."

Gerd's beard visibly twitched, and then he tilted his head to the opposite side with Geralt.

"Call us stupid or duplicitous. That's it anyway, we can't just watch it. ”

"I don't think I've said anything."

Lan En looked down at them with his hands folded over his chest.

"That's better, you can say everything you want with this face."

(End of chapter)