Chapter 31: War Is Not a Dinner Party
The sign that Lynn had released earlier was not actually interrupted by Coeinhearn.
He just pretended to be interrupted, and placed the sign on the ground with the densest grass.
He deliberately dodged to the side, just to divert Coeinhearn's attention.
After that, he launched a fierce attack, also to force Coeinhearn back to the place where the Yrden trap was set.
Coeinhearn was indeed one of the Scoia'tael commanders who would stir up the north in the future.
He himself was able to find those Children of Freedom in this forest because of the "perspective" ability brought by Witcher senses, but the other party was able to lock his position so quickly without any cheats.
However, this future Scoia'tael commander obviously could no longer stain the countless blood debts of the northern people like in another timeline.
Seeing Coeinhearn step into the trap, Lynn did not stop at all.
No words that would slow down his movements were needed.
But this time, there was no sound of blades colliding.
The tip of the sword was close to the ground, like a waterfall against the current, and like a bird soaring into the sky.
Coeinhearn was stunned in place, as if he had been immobilized.
He slowly lowered his head.
Looking at the terrible wound that had almost been cut from his chest to his shoulder.
The long sword slipped from his hand.
He looked at Lynn, blood bubbles spitting out of his mouth.
"Despicable Witcher."
After uttering this last word, he fell forward like a hard piece of wood.
Crimson blood flowed out from under him in large patches, quickly staining the ground beneath him red.
A hot warm current surged into Lynn's body.
"Commander? Commander!"
The remaining three elves with burns on their faces did not know what had happened due to their loss of sight.
They only heard Coeinhearn's last words and the sound of something falling to the ground, but it didn't sound like their commander had won.
"Now, it's your turn."
Lynn flicked off the blood stains on the steel sword, looked at the three elves, and had a cold expression.
Every world has its own rules:
In the era after the signing of the Geneva Conventions, it is naturally reasonable to provide humanitarian treatment and medical assistance to the wounded and sick of the enemy.
But in this cruel world where human life is as worthless as grass, talking about those things is really out of touch with the times.
To take a step back, if he was defeated now, would these Children of Freedom spare his life?
Of course, Lynn was not a racist either.
It's funny, humans have classified Witchers into the same category as gnomes, dwarves, elves and other non-human races. Naturally, Lynn would not raise his hands to support human supremacy.
It's just that he felt that the elven civilians who still live in human society and are oppressed are definitely worthy of sympathy and pity, but every single one of the Scoia'tael had to die.
Hearing the Witcher's indifferent voice, the faces of the Children of Freedom were filled with shock and fear.
They never expected that the commander who led them to escape from the pursuit of the Aedirn army would die in this unknown jungle.
"You dare to kill Coeinhearn? Witcher, you will pay for this!"
Lynn took out a bottle of tawny-colored Tawny Owl potion from his pouch and drank it all.
The tawny-colored Tawny Owl potion can accelerate the regeneration of physical and magical strength.
As the potion began to take effect, Lynn felt his lost physical strength gradually recovering.
He threw down the bottle and said disdainfully.
"What you said is completely unreasonable. War is not a dinner party. Since you chose to kill, you should have been prepared to be killed."
Although they couldn't see, the elves all stared at the approximate direction of Lynn with hatred.
Even if they knew that they were no match for Lynn now, they would still fight to the death.
And Lynn chose to fulfill their last wish.
But at this moment, a large number of footsteps came from far to near.
The faces of the Children of Freedom all showed joy.
"You're dead, Witcher."
They subconsciously thought that their companions had come to support them.
However, Lynn put away his weapon.
Because what appeared in his sight was not the companions of the Children of Freedom, but his companions.
Geralt, Yarpen, and Istrad were all among them.
It turned out that after Geralt noticed Lynn rushing into the forest, he was worried about Lynn's safety, so after drinking a few bottles of potions, he also followed into the forest.
With the two of them making a big fuss, even the Children of Freedom, who had the advantage in numbers, couldn't help but fall into chaos.
The guard captain seized the opportunity and issued a counterattack order.
Originally, if the Children of Freedom had adjusted their tactics in time, they would have been able to withstand the human offensive.
But at this critical moment, Coeinhearn took people to block Lynn.
Without his command, these Children of Freedom immediately fell into a state of leaderlessness and fighting on their own.
After all, these guys were not even regular troops. Although their lifespan was indeed very long compared to humans, they had lived under human rule for too long. They had long been accustomed to day-to-day labor rather than military training.
Except for individual cases like Coeinhearn, who had never succumbed to humans and had been fighting against humans, most of the Children of Freedom were just farmers and craftsmen not long ago.
When the bravest Children of Freedom fell under the human sword, when the dwarves, who were also Old Races, swung their axes and killed them, and they didn't receive any orders from their commander...
They naturally fled in all directions.
The three Children of Freedom knew that resistance was useless, and finally had to drop their weapons and choose to surrender, begging for human forgiveness.
But the humans raised their crossbows.
In the screams of the Children of Freedom, they were shot into hedgehogs by random arrows.
"Go check if there are any still breathing. The adults said, no prisoners."
After the guard captain finished instructing his men, he walked up to Lynn, with a respectful expression on his face.
But he didn't dare to look up at Lynn's face.
"Master Lynn, you've worked hard. Are you injured anywhere?"
Lynn shook his head: "No, I'm covered in enemy blood."
"That's good, master, leave this to us. The adults have something to look for you. He's waiting for you outside the jungle."
Lynn walked out of the forest.
He saw that Geralt had come out of the forest before him, standing with Istrad.
"Master Lynn, please come over." Istrad saw Lynn and hurriedly greeted Lynn warmly. "Are you okay?"
A hint of admiration flashed in Istrad's eyes.
"As expected of Master Lynn, hiring you and Master Geralt was one of the most correct things I've done in my life."
Lynn said modestly: "Your Excellency, you're too polite. Since we accepted the commission to protect the caravan, it's our duty to step forward in times of danger."
Istrad said sincerely.
"That's true, but the achievements of the two masters cannot be ignored. I assure you that my gratitude will not just stay on my lips, but will be included in the reward after we arrive at the Principality of Tretogor."
Since Istrad had said so, Lynn couldn't refuse: "Then thank you, Your Excellency."
However, Lynn had a strange premonition.
He always felt that Istrad's request for him and Geralt to come over was not just to express his gratitude.
Sure enough, Istrad said another thing with a serious face.
"There is one more thing, please keep today's events a secret."
Lynn answered without thinking.
"Of course, we will keep it a secret."
He knew that Istrad would make this request.
And he also knew Istrad's concerns.
It was actually related to an elven sorceress.
Her name was Francesca.
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