After listening to Wayne's speech, Francesca picked up a cup of herbaceous brew unique to the elves, took a sip gently, thought for more than ten seconds, and said:

"You are very good, we cannot hope for the mercy of the enemy, our people live under human surveillance, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, ready to face their butcher's knife at any moment."

With that, the sorceress looked up into Wayne's eyes, a look of sadness on her beautiful face, and her voice became much lower.

"It's a pity, Wayne, it's very difficult to change the status quo, and the human hierarchy is not as contemptuous or indifferent to the inhuman race as you might think."

"Including you demon hunters, they are very shrewd, very sober, and know very well who their enemies are, whether they are inhuman races or demon hunters, the reason why they are in such a bad social environment is all because they are intentional."

"And once we make a big move, they will immediately find out and cause them to fight back, do you think that in the past thousand years, there have been fewer inhuman genocides under human rule?"

The sorceress's eyes became a little confused, and she said softly:

"It's not that we don't want to change, we don't want to make the elves' situation better, it's just that we don't dare to act rashly."

"But if we don't make changes, the situation will only get worse and worse, and in the end, the strength of our elves is too weak."

"Thousands of years ago, our war with human beings was lost, and now that thousands of years have passed, the strength of human beings has swelled several times, and now it is even more impossible for us to defeat them on the frontal battlefield."

Wayne was a little surprised when he heard this, he didn't expect that the leader of the elf clan who took refuge in the Nilfgaard Kingdom in the original book, and then lost it like a night pot, could see things so clearly, which he didn't expect.

He pondered for a few seconds, and then decided to release a little dry goods, because it was true that as Francesca said, the situation of the witchers was the same as that of the inhuman race, and helping them was also helping the witchers themselves.

So he spoke:

"Lady Francisca, I wonder if you have heard of Eislin's prophecy, do you believe it?"

Francesca, as a powerful sorceress, is of course very clear about this prophecy from the elven prophet, and even the truth of the "end of the hoarfrost" mentioned in the prophecy is far clearer than everyone in this world.

She bowed slightly, her expression did not show anything unusual, and said lightly:

"Of course I heard this prophecy, this elven prophet named Esylin, who was once a friend of my father."

"For this prophecy, the civilians at the bottom don't believe it, and they don't even know about it, but whether it's the middle and high levels of the human race, or all the spellcasters, or the leaders of various races, they all have corresponding interpretations of this prophecy."

"And many of the things mentioned in the prophecy have been confirmed in reality, and I certainly believe in the warnings given to us by this elven prophet."

Wayne nodded, glanced at Toruvelle, who had been drinking and thinking beside them, before he looked back at Francesca and said:

"Actually, I believe in this prophecy."

"The time of the sword and the axe is near, and it is the era of the wolf and the snow. The time of hoarfrost and white light is near, the age of madness and contempt: the age of the end. The world will die in the frost and be reborn under the new sun. It was also the time when the seed sown by HenIchaer, the blood of the ancients, was reborn. This will not sprout, but it will burn with a flame. ”

"Wail all of you, for the destruction of the nations is coming. Your land will be trampled down and divided. Your cities will be burned, and your inhabitants will flee. Bats, night owls and crows will haunt your home, and snakes and insects will also use them as nests. ”

After reading the parable softly, he sighed and said:

"It is prophesied that wars, natural disasters, pestilences, and killings will soon return to this world."

"Look at the current situation in the northern countries, the south, and even other continents."

"In fact, this prophecy is not unreasonable, human beings are a selfish and xenophobic race."

"They have become dominant in this world, and there is no other race that can become their enemies, and their enemies are only humans themselves."

"So next, they will have internal strife because there is no external enemy, and they will cause war because of the struggle for power and interests."

"And when the war sweeps the entire human race, the entire continent, when they kill each other and fight each other, it is the opportunity that other inhuman races have been waiting for for a long time."

"This time is not too long, maybe ten years, maybe twenty years, when the legendary blood of the ancients reappears, it will also indicate that the era described in the prophecy has come."

"And before that, whether it was witchers, dwarves, or elves, all the rare races that could only struggle to survive under the oppression of humans had to do all that was to unite together, accumulate strength, and wait for an opportunity."

"And this opportunity is not far from us."

………………

After a dinner, Wayne and Torviel bid farewell to Francesca and returned to the elven ruins of Kodwin.

As they said at the beginning, it was just an ordinary dinner, an ordinary conversation, and the two just chatted about their thoughts and clarified each other's attitudes, and quickly ended the contact.

It's like making a new friend, and before both parties don't have enough trust, they won't really reveal their hole cards and their true thoughts to each other.

Still, as one of the most powerful sorceresses in the world, the beautiful Miss Francesca, she is still very generous.

Faced with the impoverished witcher Wayne, the elven lady not only gave him two precious magical inner armors from the elven treasury as an additional reward for cleaning up the ruins, but also promised to help if she needed spells in the future.

Although the two sides did not say it explicitly, they have secretly reached a delicate cooperative relationship, and in some emergency situations, they have one more person who can cooperate.

Wayne was quite satisfied with this, and in a sense, Francesca, a sorceress who was also an elf, was more trustworthy than Kayla, who was already close to him.

Because both parties have a common dilemma and a common goal, and Kayla, as a Terran warlock, will naturally think about the interests of the Terran, which is not something that the so-called lover relationship that can be easily abandoned can be controlled.

It's just that now, whether he is an individual or a person, he can't reach an equal cooperative relationship with Ms. Francesca, who has almost the resources of the entire elven race, so there are many plans that cannot be implemented.

However, Wayne is not in a hurry, it is now 1250, and it is only the second year since he became a witcher, and he has almost ten years to develop his strength and power before the real chaos breaks out.

For a witcher who is already powerful in his own right, and who also has the help of the system, this is enough time.

According to the development of the plot, by the next year, the daughter of the great destiny, Ciri, should be born, and he will be able to successfully meet the man who can stir up the northern and southern countries and start a war that will sweep the entire continent in the future, Enhir, who is grave jumping.

After returning to the ruins, Wayne was not pretentious, and went directly into the room of the female elf, and when he and the female elf were grinding their ears and temples in the bathtub and intertwined, they suddenly thought of something and asked:

"Torruvier, I've heard that elves are good at archery, do you know the master of bows and arrows?"

Torruville, who had been a little distracted, suddenly heard Wayne's question, she looked up at the witcher in disgust, and then bit him down his throat before saying:

"Do you want to make a bow and arrow? The bow and arrow I gave you should already belong to the best of the best. ”

Wayne grinned, grabbed Torvier's slender waist, and made the two of them fit closer together before saying:

"You should know my arm strength, that bow and arrow is no longer able to exert my strength, and I still have a green dragon's dragon tendon in my bag, maybe I can use it to make some bows and arrows with stronger pull."

"And the leather of the green dragon, I didn't know your figure, so I can't make a set of dragon skin armor tailored for you."

"If you know a skilled craftsman, I can give you some dragon skins to make yourself, and of course, yours in the bow and arrow."

Hearing this, Torruvier couldn't help but show a smile on his face, dragon skin armor, and bows and arrows made of dragon tendons, all of which were very precious and rare equipment.

After all, in the current era when dragons are extremely rare, there will only be a so-called dragon slaying event every few decades, and most of the targets hunted are some imposter wurm, and real dragon equipment is extremely rare.

The female elf probed and kissed Wayne on the lips, and said with a hint of sweetness in her tone:

"Okay, leave this matter to me, there are some master craftsmen in the Valley of Hundred Flowers, they inherit the exquisite skills of the Elven Kingdom, I will ask them to help you make it."

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