Chapter 345 Kaedwen Elf Wild Hunting
Cintra Although everything is waiting for improvement, as a military power, the defense system of the royal city has now been established.
Not only regular patrols, but because the current ruler, Duke Lannister, attaches great importance to the power of magic, the anti-magic seals that were originally only built in big cities like Novigrad were also invested heavily by the Duke. Cities were built.
Although the current seal in Cintra is not comparable to the magic seal that has been updated and iterated for almost a century at the Arethusa Magic Academy, it is still enough to interfere with the warlocks who come to Cintra - especially the warlocks. teleportation magic.
This allowed them to arrive at the pre-set teleportation point in Sintra.
...
With a "bang", the fiery red portal opened.
Before anyone appeared, a sweet and pleasant aroma wafted out from inside.
It was like being placed in a valley of flowers. The soldiers guarding the magic circle closed their eyes slightly and felt like they were floating in the air.
"Cough." House, who was the receptionist, coughed heavily, calling back the consciousness of all the soldiers.
He looked at the elf beside him dissatisfied, with a hint of reproach in his eyes.
"It's very clever to use the aroma of alchemical herbs to create a hallucinogenic effect. But if you don't restrain yourself, I can regard this as an attack on Cintra." House narrowed his eyes, and his pupils have now transformed
into Amber's vertical pupils. Coupled with the murderous aura he couldn't let go of during this period, Iorveth, the leader of the Scoia'tael, really felt oppressed.
"No one can play tricks on Cintra's soldiers on Cintra's territory."
After Leo's demon hunter trial was successful, Lann used the existing mutant materials to expand his army. The training of apprentices from other schools has not yet begun, but Lan already has enough candidates around him to grant witcher abilities.
His retinue.
House now has a roaring lion badge hanging around his neck.
[Demon hunter...] Iorveth muttered in his heart, [This guard is more terrifying than before. ]
He could only apologize and quickly walked to the edge of the portal.
Immediately afterwards, a woman in a red dress stepped out of the portal.
She looked to be only in her twenties, but a warlock's age was hard to estimate, not to mention that she was an elf.
Compared with other sorceresses who deliberately pursue a unique look, her clothes are strict and dignified, even more elegant than a noble lady; the red dress is neither loose nor tight, just right under her white neck. The collarbone is clearly defined, but the shoulders on the left and right and the rise and fall of the lower body are strictly guarded.
Her dark golden hair was gathered meticulously and pulled into two buns on the side of her head. A crown of leaves made of soft gold was placed on top of her head, which set off her blue eyes.
She is arrogant and beautiful; even too arrogant and beautiful. She conforms to all human stereotypes about elves, and is also enough to carry human beings' beautiful illusions about elves.
She is the most beautiful woman in the world, a pure-blood elf, the leader of the only remaining elves on the continent, and a senior warlock - Francesca Findabey.
Seeing the leader's arrival, Iorveth walked to her side in three steps at a time, lowered his head and whispered something.
Francesca frowned slightly, glanced around, and finally stopped at House.
Iorveth spoke for a while, and after a long time, Francesca nodded.
Iorveth breathed a long sigh of relief and walked to House again: "Knight Leinwitch, please take us to see Duke Lannister."
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"In front of you is - the Lion of the North, The Dragon Slayer, the Sword of the Dawn, the Griffin Knight of the Lake Fairy, the slayer of monsters, the Grand Master of the Witcher Order, and the Duke of Cintra - Rann Lannister Leanne." Originally this was the above
. The sentence should be reported.
But Lan knew that today's meeting with Francesca might involve a lot of content that was not suitable to be published at the moment, so he decided to keep the meeting private for the time being.
Francesca also had this intention.
Therefore, the meeting place was set in the conference hall, and the guards were dismissed. Only a few confidants were present.
Therefore, the above-mentioned title lyrics, which are not too long, could not be uttered.
It also avoided Iorveth's dilemma. After all, after racking his brains, he could only respond with: "She is Francesca Findabey, the leader of the elves."
At most, he could add the title "Daisy of the Valley". But compared to Lann, he is much weaker, and his innate negotiating power is weaker.
"The palace beneath our feet was once the palace of elves." Francesca's first words when she saw Lan were this.
"And Duke Lannister." She glanced at Lan first, and then looked at Ciri, "And Her Majesty Cirilla, she has the blood of elves in her body." The arrogance in her eyes faded a little, and she
changed It became the expectation: "The son of the ancient bloodline."
Good guy, do all elves talk like this?
Lan didn't speak, just looked at an oil painting hanging on the wall.
Bright emerald-colored flames suddenly ignited on the oil painting, and Iorveth was so startled that she subconsciously blocked Francesca's body.
Wearing a black Gothic plain skirt, the ghost in the painting shows his figure and has a cold temperament.
Seeing her appearance, Xili straightened her chest slightly.
Lan was presiding over the negotiation, and Ciri began to think: Francesca is indeed stunningly beautiful, but now that Alice has also come out, together with her... he should be able to compare with the elf in front of him who always holds his chin high. Compare it?
On the other side, Rao was a well-informed ancient elf. Seeing an existence like Alice, he couldn't help but show an expression of wonder, and the coldness on Francesca's face collapsed for the first time.
Lann chuckled and stepped forward to take an oil painting held by Alice. An elegant castle is outlined above, with bright and psychedelic colors. The viewer seems to be able to glimpse the elegance of the building in its heyday through time through this painting.
"This is Loai Cid, one of the most beautiful ancient elven palaces. We can only get a glimpse of its elegance from documents and poems. We have restored it with our imagination and some additional help. Hopefully It matches your memories."
Loy Cid was also one of the few elven palaces that were not destroyed and occupied by humans, but were devoured by natural disasters. Therefore, it is just the right gift for humans to give to elves.
Francesca was silent for a while and sighed: "It is our eternal regret, and I have almost forgotten what it looks like." "I'm
sorry for the verbal offense I just caused. You and other kings and nobles really don't Same, Duke Lannister."
The most annoying thing about the elves is that they have been arrogant for thousands of years. They think that they are a superior race and the former rulers of the continent.
They view humans as humans view monkeys, and it is quite difficult to communicate with elves.
After humans in ancient times discovered this, they chose steel and fire, and then all communication became smoother.
The elves are now squeezed into eking out an existence at the junction of north and south, without even an officially recognized gathering place. This is also Nilfgaard's capital to bribe the elves.
And Lann’s starting point is the same.
He set the tone for this meeting: "I hope that the Scoia'tael and the elven clan behind the Scoia'tael can break away from Nilfgaard. What the Empire can give you, Cintra can also give you; what the Empire cannot give you, Cintra You can still give it." Francesca perfectly concealed the contempt in her eyes.
"Son of the Ancient Blood...Thank you for your kindness. But Cintra has only just recovered. The slogan of 'racial equality' you put forward in the country is very interesting. I did see halflings and dwarves fighting in your capital. Humans live together."
"But we, the Iron Sids, will not join any country, we will form our own country."
Valley Daisy still has something left unsaid: the elves do not need human "racial equality" , they never think that they need to be "equal" to others.
"Equality" in the human kingdom is already "inequality" to the proud elves.
However, although Francesca did not say it out loud, Lan fully understood the meaning.
He sneered in his heart, but his face was gentle.
It doesn't matter, it's just a preliminary test anyway. It's best if you can recruit a group of people. If it doesn't work, there is a plan B.
If you don't want to be one of your own, then become the spear in Cintra's hands.
Lann smiled and said: "What did Nilfgaard promise to you? After conquering the North, it will give you the title of a vassal state? Or simply classify you as an 'elf province'?" "I have said it before
. , I can give you what the empire can give you, and I can give you what the empire cannot give - so I have a better proposal."
Lann snapped his fingers, Alice spread her hands, and a layer of light suddenly ignited on the conference table. Bright emerald flames.
Under the burning of the flames, the originally empty conference table suddenly showed color, showing the current map of the North.
Lann stretched out his hand and pointed at the map: "What do you think of making this the new home of the elves?"
Everyone looked at it intently.
The lion's fingertips are like a sharp sword poking at the northeast corner of the map of the North.
That was Kaedwen, the largest kingdom in the north and the most sparsely populated. There are a large number of vast virgin forests, and the east is bordered by the Blue Mountains, where a large number of elves now live in seclusion.
Iorveth's eyes burst into light. Kaedwen is a country that treats non-human races the most cruelly, and this is the birthplace of the Scoia'tael.
Francesca showed a surprised look for the first time: "Son of the ancient blood, what do you mean?"
You are one of the rulers of the North, and now you want to help the elves kill another king?
The two elves in front of him were shocked and confused, but the hatred and emotion in their eyes made Lan very satisfied.
"Kaedwen is sparsely populated, industrially backward, and there are even many nomadic gathering places. Compared with the other big countries in the north, it is the easiest for your elves to attack." "Kaedwen is not my friend. Especially not
. During their previous fight against Nilfgaard, they also blatantly violated the treaty of the 'Northern Territory Talks' and invaded Aedirn, adding obstacles to our fight against the south." "Nilfgaard will inevitably invade the North again in the future. I
want Before that, stabilize the North. But Henselt is inaccessible, and it's too far from Sintra, so I thought of you - the elves of the Blue Mountains." "Don't tell me you've
never Looking forward to this day." Lann looked at the Scoia'tael leader standing aside.
Francesca frowned and wanted to say something else, but Lan raised his hand and blocked her mouth.
"I can also tell you that in the near future there will be another meeting on Thaned Island with representatives from all the North. I will participate, and at that time I will issue an initiative at the meeting to impose sanctions on Kaedwen - which will make Kaedwen is in unprecedented chaos, and this is your chance."
"Will you go to Thanede Island yourself?" Francesca's eyes suddenly burst into light, and then quickly extinguished.
She explained nonchalantly: "I am also a member of the Wizarding Council, and I know about this meeting. But all countries will only send representatives there, and the king will not go, right?" Lann didn't seem to notice anything strange about
Francesca just now. , sat back next to Ciri: "I am still just a Duke, and if Cintra wants to send a representative with sufficient weight, I am the only one. Only if I take action in person will it be more convincing, won't it?
" Lanziska was silent for a moment and looked up.
"You want a stable North? Henselt is not your friend? But we are elves, and how are you sure we can make the North stable?" Lann chuckled, pointed at
himself, and then at Xili: "Because we are the sons of the ancient bloodline. The kings in the north can only see the immediate interests and fight for the glory within a hundred years. But we all know that the real enemy is outside the world." "I want to do it as soon as
possible Stabilize the situation in Cintra so that there is no worry for the rear. In this way, I can spare enough time to continue to study my abilities-"
Lann looked at Francesca and said word by word: "-In the face of Save the world from the coming hoarfrost."
This reason immediately raised the purpose of the entire meeting to a higher level.
The elves understood the deep meaning best and could not help but remain silent.
Lann looked at the elf sorceress and then at the male leader of the Scoia'tael.
"You still have worries in your mind, worried that I will use you as a knife, right? Then I will give you one more point -" "
Cintra will send elites to assassinate King Henselt of Kaedwen. This can dispel Did your concerns make you take action?"
Francesca raised her head suddenly.
——The
right hands of the Daisy of the Valley and the Lion of Sintra overlap, symbolizing that the ancient elves and the sons of the ancient blood have officially reached an agreement.
It also determines the future of one of the craziest and most chaotic countries among the four northern countries.
At Lan's suggestion, Iorveth remained in Cintra.
As one of the main leaders of the Scoia'tael and a person now trusted by Lan and Francesca, he will be one of the main forces in the attack on Henselt.
He wants to discuss some details of attacking Kaedwen with Cintra.
...
However, a few days later.
Lane's study.
Alice stood in front of Lan, with a scroll spread out on the table.
The scenery and characters above will also move in time, which is strangely like the movie of Lann's previous life - or the monitor.
It's just a painting style outside of art.
And this perspective shows one of the countless oil paintings that Alice gave away.
Lan looked thoughtfully at Francesca "Daisy of the Valley" and another knight wearing skull armor on the oil painting.
"House, help me call Iorveth over, that elf from the Scoia'tael."
"I have something good to show him."
(End of chapter)