"Tell me more."

The unusual intelligence immediately attracted the attention of Foltest.

Lotchi handed the information to his king and briefly relayed it.

"The Nilfgaard people numbered the mountain number thirteen, and it was almost burned down now. They also knew that a great war was imminent, so they did not send many forces to guard it, and our men intervened to investigate, and the other kings probably did the same. ”

"Judging from the existing traces, it should have been a great nobleman of Nilfgaard who died there. The army he led was a temporary redeployment and numbered a mixed division. ”

And on the bodies of those people, in addition to the traces of their mental breakdowns and cannibalism in the wildfires. There was only a very, very horrible scar. ”

Lotch said 'very' twice in a row with an accent.

The expression on his face was indistinguishable from solemnity or surprise.

While flipping through the intelligence documents, Foltest asked rhetorically: "The mountain fire has been burning for several days, and even now, there are still scattered flames in that mountain, can you see the scars so easily?" It's all coke, right? And"

"Nilfgaard was the first to rush over, could this be their hands? Used to disrupt our vision. ”

"Thaler thought about that possibility." Roach held out his finger and tapped at the intelligence document that Foltest was holding. "But he ultimately vetoed it."

"Mainly because, what are the Nilfgaard people trying to do with this information? Tell everyone that their unrivaled and undefeated army was crushed by one man in the valley? ”

"On the contrary, Thaler's men found quite a few people in the valley who were cheating in the opposite direction. They worked hard to get more scars on the charred corpses. ”

"It's just that 'first injured and then scorched' and 'scorched body added new wounds' are difficult to cause the same traces, and their methods of fraud are too late and costly."

Foltester suddenly believed a little more in the intelligence, and most of what the enemy wanted to cover up was true.

But he couldn't help but grind his back molars.

Even if there are external wildfires as a factor that oppresses the spirit, one person can beat a mixed army of divisions and regiments to the point that it is not formed, and finally it is surrounded and annihilated by the wildfires without doing anything. What the fuck is going on?!

Myths?

Foltest shook his head, feeling that even those power-worshipping barbarians in the Skelliger Islands rarely had such brutal deeds as their mythical hero Hamdore.

After all, myths still have to be believed.

"Besides, there's something going on today." While the king was stunned, Roche took on the duties of an official and reported to the king.

"The guards of the barracks reported upwards that they were patrolling and standing guard today when they met two witchers coming from the direction of the enemy-occupied area, and they also brought a few civilians and wounded soldiers, and they looked like they had fled."

"Witcher?"

After the word appeared, Foltest's eyes narrowed unconsciously, as if he had thought of something.

"Yes, Witcher." "Those are two good men who can bring people out of Sintra, which has become hell," Roche continued. They didn't leave their names, as if they were in a hurry to get to safety. The patrol soldiers said they had also handed in a large book. Very important book. ”

"Oh? What is that? ”

"A war record." Vernon Roche's tone of voice naturally became solemn when he spoke of the book, as if he were now standing in the temple of Meritelli and bowing his head in prayer.

"The book was then handed over to the day's duty warden, who had studied at Orson Ford and immediately recognized the value of the book."

It is a record of what the Nilfgaard people did after the start of the Sintra War, from the perspective of Haxot, the governor of Sintra. The crimes and evidence they committed during the war can be found in this book with accurate records of the village, as well as many huge lists of victims and family relationships. ”

"One by one, one by one, unmistakable."

Foltest was in good spirits almost immediately.

He struck up from the stool.

"Where's that book now?"

"It's still in the hands of the head of duty."

"Take it! Right now! ”

The order was given, and it wasn't long before a tome of parchment arrived on the table.

Foltest flipped through the pages quickly, at first he was only excited, but as the pages turned, his expression became more and more serious and solemn.

By the end, Foltest's apple muscles were already bulging as he clenched his teeth.

"This book, Meligrd teleports back to Virgilma. Contact Clarion Press and get them ready to roll out. I'm going to make it available to the whole North. ”

"The Nilfgaard people have been preaching in the north for decades, they are civilized, they are advanced, their people are gentle and polite, and the system is just and logical."

"Come on! Let the people of the world see what is the difference between these 'civilized people' and the barbarians they call when they are engaged in war?! ”

"Even we all know don't kill children! Even we know not to go with the plague and kill the whole family! Fuck the 'civilized world'! ”

Foltest tilted his head and spat on the ground.

"Phew, disgusting!"

"When this book is published, let me see which 'respectable' scholars and aristocrats dare to lick their faces and come to my court and say to me, 'Make friends with civilization, not barbarism.'"

"Even if they tell me about international relations and international interests, I can look up to them! Say 'civility' to me? Cut. ”

After an indignant remark, Foltest fell silent with his palm on the tome's cover.

He looked down at the tattered cover of the book and said to Lotchi behind him without looking back.

"I actually know Hackso, Rochi."

"That's a standard court steward. Pay attention to etiquette, be timid and afraid. But now."

"Everything that happened in Sintra has sharpened people like him to this point."

"So we must win the next battle, Your Majesty."

Roach stood straight behind the king.

"After the last fiasco, it became clear to everyone that the Nilfgaard had no mouth left alive and were keen to slaughter. Now even the dwarves in the army are fighting with us. For they also knew that the Nilphgadian would not not kill them because they were dwarves. ”

"yes, we have to win. Because we have no way back. ”

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