The Journey of the Demon Hunter

The voice inside the tent was silent for a while, and then he heard a rush of footsteps, the tent door curtain was opened, and a bard with beautiful blue eyes appeared in front of Zelin.

"Master Demon Hunter! Have you finally returned from...Serekania?!" Ai Si looked at the Demon Hunter who appeared in front of her in surprise, and she slapped her hands happily. "I originally wanted to wait until this war is over before I visit you. I can't figure out your recent travel rules. I visited your castle several times, but you were not there every time. Novigrad Theater. I’m all urging my manuscripts. This must be because the gods heard my prayers. If I can’t submit the manuscripts, I can’t even pay the rent for Osenfurt.”

The happy Aisi suddenly noticed that she was standing in front of the tent, while others were standing outside.

"Oh, please come in, you must tell me all the adventure stories from a while ago." Aisi quickly stepped aside and made a please gesture to the others. "You need help? Come in and talk, it's too cold outside."

Ai Si turned and walked into the tent, and Ren, who was unknown behind, looked at Zelin in confusion. "Is this one of the troubles you will encounter?"

"Didn't I say you believe it?" Zelin said blankly.

"I don't believe it."

"Then you still ask me what I am doing." Zelin sighed and walked into the camp.

The first thousand and forty-two chapters of Ai Si's suggestion

"You know, we bards will look for creative opportunities. Of course, every country needs us to create works praising the triumphant army, the wisdom of the king, the composure of the generals and the bravery of the soldiers. After the war is over, they will come out and post it on In various towns and villages, so they will prepare these things in advance. But I feel that General Serchik may be worthy of his name, although I still can’t think of what rhythm should be used to praise this war-I really don’t Like this kind of thing."

This tent belongs to Ai Si alone, and Ai Si doesn't have much gratitude for it.

"The butler of King Demavin told me that all my expenses in the camp, including the cost of using this camp, will be deducted from the remuneration. Dandrien is more generous than this guy. To be honest, I don't like it. To write hymns for these kings and wars, but anyway, they are defending their homes and the country this time. It is better to write a poem for these Adians than for the Kodwin people. But now that you are back, I am again I can continue my opera. Tell me about it. Last time, a weak and young monarch, a mage who tried to seek rebellion, what happened next?"

Aisi sat cross-legged on the carpet, fiddled with the lute lightly, her left eye hidden behind the hair hanging from one side of her cheek. Her little finger mobilized the silk thread, and there was a melodious trill sound echoed in the tent, the rhythm was harsh and short, as if to remind the sleepy audience in the audience, telling them that the excitement is coming, it is time to cheer up.

"Ess, if you have time to go to my castle next, I will be happy to tell you the rest of the story." If in normal times, Zelin would be happy to tell the cheerful bard about the rest. But now it is not in the usual category, whether they are rushing to Kyle Mohan before the snow-covered mountains, or crossing the Ponta River before the war breaks out. Zelin probably has no time to tell any stories now.

Now that Aden’s army has been assembled, Kodwin’s army will not be unprepared. Maybe the next moment, there will be a messenger riding a fast horse, running in the camp, shouting the Selchik knight’s order. The order from the reserve team to the front line to strengthen the battle.

"Oh...that's a pity." Seeing that Zelin was not joking with her, Aisi put down the lute with some regret. "I am also going to play a piece that is most suitable for the eve of the conspiracy."

"We need your help."

"I really can't think of a place where the Demon Hunter would need the help of the bard." She looked into Renn's eyes. "Still two."

"To pass, we have to cross the camp in Aden and cross the Ponta River. We may encounter various outposts and patrols on the road. If we can have a pass, we can avoid many unnecessary Conflict." Zelin spread his hands. "As far as I know, you happen to have one."

Aisi glanced at Zelin, then at the knight who had brought them, and nodded. "Everyone knows that you can’t write anything when you close a poet and writer in a small black room, so General Selcik gave This pass allows me to walk around the camp freely and search for materials. However, this pass can only be used during the day. Anyone who fails to match the patrol password at night will be treated as a spy and be attacked. It is dusk now, you guys. Even if you leave in the next second, it is impossible to pass through all the outposts and arrive at the front line before sunset. I will help you, but I suggest that you should leave tomorrow. It just so happens that I will go to the front line with a patrol team tomorrow. , Go to see General Serchik. I suggest that you can rest in the camp for one night today and leave with me tomorrow."

"I don't know how much time will be wasted." Renn sighed.

"It's better than you rush to the front line at night and be caught by the scouts." Aisi interlaced her hands on her chest, a little dissatisfied with Renn's complaint. "Stay a day, or take a detour, and spend at least half a month longer. As far as I know, other ferry crossings on the upper reaches of the Ponta River are now blocked by Aden or the Kodwin people. If you want to find a ferry crossing the river, I'm afraid to go near the ancient city of Lomugne."

Ren turned his head away and stopped talking.

"Your suggestion is right, Ess." Zelin nodded. "But I think the barracks are not hotels. It is impossible to allow two demon hunters to rest here overnight, so anyway..."

Nathaniel coughed heavily.

"But this is the barracks in Aden, the demon hunter. As long as you are willing to spend a fortune, the quartermaster will deliver the tent and food for a day to you."

"I think the military camp should be a serious place." Zelin has seen the camps of the armies of various countries, whether it is a Nilfgadian or a Redanian, an outsider enters their camp, even if it is a hunter who is looking for a commission. Hunters, along the way, will also be closely watched by nearby guards. Any unusual behavior will lead to arrest or deportation, let alone let a person of unknown origin live in the camp.

"You are right, but this is Aden. His Majesty Demavin needs enough money to persuade his general and baron to lead an army to fight for him. Didn't a businessman contract a large area of ​​land some time ago? So except for the king In addition, those barons are no longer so short of money, and the price has naturally increased a lot. I heard that King Dermavin spent 10,000 crowns to persuade the three barons of Upper Aden not to surrender to Hensett and continue. Provide him with allegiance and tax food."

"However, for the army in other places, His Majesty the King does not have so much money to appease, so he allows them to find ways to profit in the war, including trophies, looting on enemy territory, and dividing the camps and renting them out to those who want to. Vendors or women offering services near the camp."

Nathaniel said finally, and sipped to the ground. "How can those **** be worthy of their knight title! They only know gold, they simply put their family to shame!"

Ess glared at the knight. "Mr. Knight, this is my tent. If you want to spit, please go outside, even if you want to show contempt for someone."

"Noble lady, please accept my apology."

"I'm very surprised that you can still face off with the Kodwin people instead of being resolved by their first wave of attacks." Zelin looked outside, and now he understands why he feels like a bazaar here, because it is here. It's the bazaar!

"Because we are led by the Serchik Knights, he is the first swordsman of Aden, and was called up by King Demavin. As long as he is on the battlefield, the Kodwin people will never succeed."

Chapter 1343: Roaring Brown Bear

Zelin really didn't know how to describe this post-battle market.

But on the other side, someone has found a more suitable vocabulary.

"A mob!"

Hensett threw a chess piece on the board contemptuously. In this camp with unicorn emblems, four generals and a brightly dressed female warlock stand near the chessboard. Of course, they were not the ones in the game, and there was no one on the chair opposite Hensett. The king of Kodwin, as always, will appear where the war breaks out. Someone has come to the conclusion that the king, who looks like a brown bear, only likes two places-the barracks and the palace of Akaled.

"We have the most elite spearhead battalion, brown flag battalion, armored infantry from Akalide, and the most famous northern white fox. The most brave knights and generals in the north gather here. I don’t understand why we will Confronted with a group of farmers and robbers under Demavin, instead of hanging them all by the side of the road. Tell me, the soldiers and generals who worked for me are not comparable to the group of farmers who just learned how to use spears? "

"We will attack as soon as possible, Your Majesty." A burly general with a height of more than two meters knelt down and lowered his head wearing a large helmet to Hensett. "I assure you, Your Majesty, in a week, you will review the winning army at Fort Rokma, and if you wish, we will continue to march towards Van Geborg, let Demavin kneel on the ground in shackles and kiss. Your boots."

Hensett’s lips were hidden in a large brown beard, and the corners of his mouth moved. "If I heard this, not on the banks of the Ponta River, but in the fortress of Lower Marcos, Maybe I will reward you well. Within four days," Hensett stretched out three fingers. "Within four days, I will see the banner of the Unicorn Dynasty by the Diverny River. I asked you to come here to capture Marcos. It is not like a dead pig except for eating or sleeping!"

In Kodwin, the Upper Aden area is called the Lower Marcos area. They think this is their territory, but because of the peace agreement of the Civil War, they had to let it out. In this barracks, they must call Upper Aden the Lower Marcos, otherwise they will be arrested for espionage.

"Your Majesty, we seize Upper Aden... The action of Xia Marcos will be opposed and condemned by the northern countries, which is not good for our subsequent negotiations with Kan Gongen." Sabina suggested to Hensett. "We can use military pressure to force Demavin to make concessions in the negotiations. In the end, we can get the benefits of Marcos without blood, and make Kangonen our protectorate. Demavin is a coward, if it can be avoided. In war, he will not risk going to war."

"Our army is a flood, and they want to build a fence and they want to stop us. Why should we stop? It only takes one blow, and the lads of the Brown Flag Battalion can rush them to pieces." The man with a white unicorn on his chest and a brown-yellow cotton-padded coat spoke loudly against Sabina's suggestion. After he finished speaking, he turned to Hensett, "Your Majesty, we are all ready, only waiting for the order of General Van der Grift."

"But the loss of a war to Kodwin will be far greater than the benefits we brought after we took the Marcos area by force." Sabina tensed her face, as if she had to explain to an idiot why one plus one equals two. The same. "Don't you see the consequences of this? Tamoria will be hostile to us, the Tamorian army in the Haji Fortress will threaten our flanks, and Livia will fight Aden after the war. To form an alliance to contain our expansion, Kan Gongen will turn to the more moderate Redania to seek asylum instead of us. Taking advantage of De Mawen’s cowardice, we can get benefits, have a good reputation, and be in the north. A greater voice among nations."

"De Mavin is a cowardly fellow, but I am not." Hensett stood up, the thick gold chain on his neck rattling, "I can use war to solve the problem in four days, so I won't waste a year or two of time. Negotiate with him." The king raised his fist and looked at the other generals. "Tell me, are you confident to get rid of the trash led by the cowards?!"

The generals raised their fists and shouted loudly.

"This is the Kodwin people, let those cowardly Adians hide in their own homes and shiver. Kill them, hang them, and get off Marcos to be ours! Van der Grift!" Kneeled halfway down. The general on the ground raised his head and looked directly into Hensett's eyes. "If you win, you are the governor of Marcos. If you fail, don't wait for me to hang the noose around your neck. You can solve it yourself."

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will bring you victory." The general lowered his head again.

"Sabina, I order you to be Van der Grift's deputy and assist him on the battlefield with magic." Hensett pointed to the female warlock. "Your magic is better to be useful."

Sabina lowered her head slightly.

"And you, Desmo, I order you to follow me."

There was not only one female sorcerer in the camp, a male mage wearing a gray wool robe bowed deeply to Hensett. If Zelin were here, he might remember that on the eve of the coup on Sinide Island, he occasionally met the male mage in the banquet hall, but at that time, Desmo and his brother Driesson Played for King Istrad Tyson of Vail. But during the coup, his brother Driesen died under the arrow of the Squirrel Party, and the neutral king of Tysen obviously could not satisfy his idea of ​​revenge against the Squirrel Party and non-human beings.

"I assure you, Your Majesty, my magic can turn all the assassins from Aden into a ball of coke."

Desmond is not yet a court warlock, because there is only one person in this position, and Sabina is sitting on it now, unless something can make this annoying warlock move her **** away. But compared with Sabina, Desmond, who is obedient and also willing to kill more non-human races, is obviously more in line with Hensett's taste.

After completing the order, Hensett sat back in his chair. He gestured to Van der Grift and signaled that he could stand up. "Van der Grift, I want to hold an arena before the war begins. , Tell all the soldiers that they will fight under the watch of the king, and the winner will be honored and rewarded."

"Your Majesty, is it a wooden sword or an iron sword."

"Iron sword, the body of the loser will be taken to the trebuchet."

"Your Majesty, hold such a game that will cause casualties before the start of the war..."