Chapter 600: 602 drive away

Chapter 600: 602 drive away

Chapter 600 602. Drive out

When the witchers, Dandelion and Ciri came out, they saw Haxor who was still smiling but not looking friendly.

There is also Stewart, who has a bandage on his leg but still wears armor, leading a group of more than fifty soldiers.

These soldiers were also injured.

But now, the soldiers fighting side by side at dusk were faintly placing their hands on the handles of their respective weapons.

"What does it mean?"

Lan En stood in front, questioning calmly.

Behind him, Ciri was held in Geralt's arms. Bai Lang pressed his head to prevent her from looking any further.

"What do you mean?" As if he heard a big joke, Haxo suddenly raised the steel scepter and smashed it to the ground!

ification.

It means you are not the so-called Bolton at all! You are Lan En of Sintra! Right?!

A loud announcement is like dropping a bomb on a calm lake!

The originally peaceful and joyful camp suddenly had a lot of people gathering towards it.

Lane of Cintra. Is he the [Hunter Lord]?!

The hero who killed the Nilfgaardian lackeys!

Lan En saw the little girl who had just come to deliver flowers, her eyes shining brightly.

Lane's 'trial' against Stytha has obviously spread widely in this country that is on guard against Nilfgaard.

So much so that the little girl couldnt believe that she had already given flowers to her idol.

There were a lot of exclamations all around, mostly positive emotions.

But the next moment.

Ah! Hero!? Haxall emphasized the word in a sarcastic tone.

His tone obviously silenced the surrounding voices.

We in Cintra regard him as a hero, but did this hero do anything when we were suffering?

But in this case, any action may become a spark that detonates the powder keg.

This place is very close to the border, so there should be no danger. They are still witchers, so nothing will happen to them, right?

Perhaps it would be easier not to be with us?

This group of refugees who have been struggling to survive in the war for a long time have almost only supported themselves until now for this opportunity.

Now, the witcher, or Lan En, has become a security risk for them across the border.

So, with the tacit support of Haxo, and the inertial thinking that the law does not punish the public.

The voices of let him go grew louder and louder.

Ciri and Dandelion's faces turned red with anger, while Gerd and Geralt beside them held them back.

Lan En slowly stepped forward. His body felt extremely oppressive, and just by moving, the surrounding sounds automatically subsided.

He was very close to Hucksol, looking down at him.

So, this is what you want me to do?

Hackthor still smiled: "Yes, in order to prevent more people from being hunted, and also to allow you demon hunters to get rid of our encumbrances and be able to move quickly. Let's go our separate ways, Lan En."

After a brief and depressing silence, Lan nodded: "If this is what you want, then I accept it. Finally, I sincerely hope that you can get out of Sintra smoothly."

I dont know if it was an illusion, but Lan En felt a subtle twitch on Haxos face, but his smiling eyes narrowed even more, making it impossible to see his eyes.

"Thank you. Thank you for your blessing, Lan En. Let's set off now. To make us all feel at ease, I will have sixty warriors follow you until I send you far enough."

Lane turned and left. Gerd and Geralt looked around deeply, and many people lowered their heads when they looked at them.

Ciri looked at Haxor, who was still smiling, with red eyes, spit on the ground, and followed Geralt.

And Dandelion, the poet, even though he was almost crushed to death by the crowd in the battle at dusk, did not show his current expression.

He gritted his teeth, his face stiff and contemptuous.

Ah! Cintra! The country of warriors and warriors. Today I have really seen what courage means.

After saying that, he picked up his lute and followed the witcher's back.

Huck Thors smiling face never seems to change.

He nodded towards the sixty warriors who seemed to be used to drive away the witchers.

Go.