Warlords of the witcher world

Chapter 30
From the very beginning, Herme never wanted to play hide-and-seek with the elves, that would simply push the soldiers under his command into danger.

It is foolish to rashly step into the opponent's preset position, and the Cossacks sent by Herme to the Rotten Forest have already proved this with their blood.

So his solution is to build a fortress, advance gradually, compress the Scoia'tael's space of action, and then force the Scoia'tael to fight on the battlefield of his choice.

The fort does not need to build a real fort, a trench, a wooden wall, and a few wooden towers are just a small fort that can monitor the nearby land.

It doesn't take much time to build this kind of small fortress. With enough manpower, a week or two is enough to make it stand.

This is the safest way to play, but it takes a bit more time.

But in Herme's opinion, more time is better than diving headlong into the forest controlled by Scoia'tael.

It would be foolish to fight Scoia'tael in the forest, that would be giving up one's own advantages to fight in someone else's home field.

In the forest, the elves can ambush if they want, retreat if they want to retreat, and lay traps for humans.

It even creates false appearances, leading humans into the monster's lair, and letting the monsters clean up the humans.

Not long after Herme came to the Decaying Forest, she already had a lot of examples in hand to illustrate that chasing the elves into the forest rashly would cause a lot of bumps.

So he still forced these elves to step into the battlefield he had planned, and building the fortress was undoubtedly the most effective.

After confirming the plan, Herme immediately started to push forward, so in the next two months, Herme focused on this matter.

During this period, the king came under pressure several times. At such times, Herme would hand over dozens of Scoia'tael heads to the king as a demonstration of the results, to show the king that he was continuing to work, and it was also convenient for the king. Show off the loot.

Advancement of the fortress is the safest way, he doesn't need to be quick, and the king will not rush too eagerly when he sees that he has achieved results.

Every time, Herme would promise the king in the name of God Cliff that he would be able to solve the Scoia'tael problem and send the head of El Dann.

With this series of actions and guarantees, the king didn't rush too much.

But Herme felt even more pressure, because he knew very well that the king was watching him all the time, and the nobles who were hostile to him were fabricating more rumors.

The king is willing to wait, but the longer the king is made to wait, if it fails, the greater the king's reaction will be.

But when he saw his current progress, Herme's mood improved again.

Because everything is going very smoothly, and if it continues like this, it is only a matter of time before Scoia'tael is finished.

At the beginning, when building these small fortresses, Heme had made friends with local residents and even local powerful people for help.

In the matter of killing Scoia'tael, everyone has the same interest.

But they didn't come to work for nothing, and they also had the rewards they wanted, that is, after the siege was over, these fortresses would belong to them.

For this group of people's calculations, Hemei naturally knew that these small fortresses could be used as the cornerstone for forest development.

When building the fort, in order to expand the shooting range, Herme's subordinates would also cut down more than half of the nearby forest. Look, if the tree stumps are cleared in the future, there will be open space for reclamation.

The people of Aden are very persistent in reclamation. The plains of Aden have nourished a large number of people, and the population continues to grow. The increased population also requires new land development, so the reclamation movement in Aden is one wave after another.

Then the reclaimed fields nourish more people, and this cycle goes on and on, and the human conquest of this continent is also based on this logic.

It can be said that with these fortresses, human beings will further develop the decaying forest.

Naturally, Hemei agreed wholeheartedly. Anyway, he left after suppressing the Scoia'tael, and gave these things to the locals as well. It happened to be a good relationship with everyone.

This is what people deserve. When these forts were built, there was always a lot of harassment from the Scoia'tael, and often a cold arrow would be shot out of the forest, killing workers and soldiers who were caught off guard.

The Scoia'tael would also launch raids in an attempt to sabotage the site, but Herme deployed enough soldiers to hold the site after the battle.

This is exactly the scene Heme wanted to create, that is, the Scoia'tael broke into the preset position of the Aedian people, and then were beaten up by the Aedian people.

The Arden Special Forces have adapted many of the traps they learned from Scoia'tael to the Scoia'tael, and the Scoia'tael must have a great look when they step on their spike traps.

The Special Forces went a step further on the basis of Scoia'tael, smearing a mixture of feces and various poisonous weeds on those spikes, so that Scoia'tael will die if they get hit.

Despite the constant fighting, these locals persevered until the completion of these small forts.

On the one hand, it was they who knew that these fortresses were trying to kill Scoia'tael, and as they were completed, the noose around Scoia'tael's neck got tighter and closer to the day when they would be dealt with.

On the other hand, these fortresses have been regarded by them as future bases for development. For the future, they have to work harder.

During Heme's construction of the fortress, Selchik also sent an Aden engineering battalion after knowing what Heme had done, which was a force dedicated to building various fortifications.

Since it was against the Scoia'tael, Selchik didn't send dwarves here, but human engineers.

Although the dwarves are old friends of the Aedirn army, in this sensitive situation, no one dares to take the risk of whether the dwarves will turn against them on a large scale on the battlefield, so it is better to avoid suspicion.

The engineers showed their powerful efficiency as professionals, and various professional tools were one after another.

They are even more experienced and proficient when they work, and they can tell at a glance that they often do such things, and their arrival greatly speeds up the project.

After the fortress was completed, Herme's soldiers were stationed in it—most of them were mercenaries—and Herme's requirement for them was to guard the small fort.

Looking at the soldiers dressed up in fancy clothes, looking at their costumes similar to Master Dan's style, Hemei really couldn't believe that they were reliable, so let's go and defend the fort.

The other guards of the fortress were the village militiamen. Herme packed them all into these fortresses, leaving only a small number of people as guides.

Anyway, this fortress will probably be their land in the future, so it is not appropriate for them to guard their own fortress.

Herme didn't repair much of this small fortress, Hemei just stuck those key nodes.

The key nodes are places where rivers and trees are relatively sparse, and some places that used to be roads but are covered by vegetation, these are the keys to Scoia'tael's actions.

And this is enough to make the elves inside uncomfortable, enough to limit the efficiency of most of their actions.

It was precisely because of these critical nodes that Herme was rewarded quickly.

First, the activities of the Scoia'tael were quickly detected, and then Herme's cavalry, led by Marondo, would go down to intercept them.

Now that the Scoia'tael wanted to go outside the forest to collect food or attack a certain place, they had no choice but to break up into parts and follow the beast paths that they usually don't take, and then regroup.

This undoubtedly greatly reduced the efficiency of their extortion of villages, and the frequency of looting has also been greatly reduced, which cannot be compared with the past at all.

The second is that there are many corpses of private lords hanging outside each small fortress.

When the soldiers had nothing to do, they liked to watch the corpses of the hanged smugglers swaying slightly in the wind, and commented which dead ghost had the most distinctive death.

The so-called private lords refer to a group of businessmen who have no bottom line at all.

There is a saying that money drives the world, and where there is demand, there is supply.

The Scoia'tael need to get rid of the bloody loot and replace worn out equipment.

As a result, the forest trade appeared, and groups of smugglers appeared. In order to obtain profits, they sold food and various vicious weapons to the Scoia'tael.

For example, with a barbed arrow, if you want to pull out such an arrow, you will be hanged with a large piece of meat.

There are also arrows that will "split" when shot in the abdomen, causing the internal organs of the person hit by the arrow to be riddled with holes.

Then collect the stolen goods plundered by the Scoia'tael and sell them. Most of the time, in order to get rid of these things as soon as possible, the Scoia'tael are basically selling them at a low price, which shows the profit of the smugglers.

If [-]% of the Scotaia'tael's military achievements were made, [-]% must be attributed to them. This group of people has contributed a lot to the Scoia'tael's cause.

If it weren't for them, many Scoia'tael raiders would have starved to death for lack of food, while others would have fought empty-handed due to wear and tear on their weapons.

If they hadn't converted all kinds of stolen goods into weapons and food so quickly, the Scoia'tael would not have achieved so many achievements and won so many victories.

The privateer even provided medical treatment, bringing back Scoia'tael soldiers who should have died from infected wounds.

No one likes these mercenary guys, even the elves don't like them. Since such people can betray their compatriots, there is nothing they can't betray.

Indeed, these people can betray anything, they don't care about those scolding, anyway, the most important thing is the money in their pockets.

Human beings are even more angry because they betrayed their compatriots. If the smugglers are caught, at least they will be hanged, and they may even be tortured before being hanged.

The huge profits still make the smugglers happy, there are people who have earned enough money to enter the game, and there are people who enter the game for profit.

More people are hanging on the gallows, but there is still a steady stream of joiners, and there are always brazen people to earn money stained with blood.

Everyone hates them, but in this troubled world, this era of contempt is still breeding these people.

Then again, today's northern society is in a state of turmoil. The general preparations for war in various countries and the increasingly tense social atmosphere have caused many dirty and ugly things to surface, and private lords are just one of them.

But now, the smuggler of Rotten Forest has almost been hanged on the gallows.

This scene makes everyone who sees it feel comfortable.

Heme got stuck on the key channel leading to the interior of the forest, so all the private lords were caught one by one.

The village that originally provided cover for them also turned against the water. After all, Herme's people directly entered the village.

In the end, this can't be counted as a harvest, that is, the mercenaries guarding the small fortress will harvest cold arrows at unexpected times every day.

Soldiers fetching water, changing defenses, and transporting supplies will also be attacked by Scoia'tael from time to time.

After a group of unlucky ones appeared, all the mercenaries knew they had to bend over the city wall.

And then moving behind the battlements, and putting on the helmet, that's a real life saver.

Those who go out of the city should wear big shields, put on the best armor, and release arrows that may be shot from all angles, so as to be ready for war.

The next step is to go out and cut trees in full armor. As long as enough trees are cut down, Scoia'tael won't be able to send arrows in so easily.

As for why Herme could find these key nodes, it was because of the map in his hand, which allowed him to quickly determine these places.

It was also Herme's luck to get this map. He sent people to rummage through the archives of nearby towns, and finally found the map in a pile of documents that were about to be destroyed in Edelsburg. If it was later, the map would not be there. Well, I can only say good luck.

Although so many years have passed, according to the situation learned from the local residents, there has not been much change in the periphery of the decaying forest in these years, so this map can be used to guide the blockade of the decaying forest.

It's a pity that this map has nothing to do with the interior of the decaying forest. There was little exploration of the interior back then, so the map depicts the interior of the decaying forest very roughly. It is impossible to expect to use this map to guide the army into this forest. internal.

At present, Herme can only advance his blockade into the forest through the fortress, allowing his troops to enter it.

Through these blockades, Herme was able to deprive the Scoia'tael of everything they needed, including food.

According to the information collected by Hemei, the local Scoia'tael has three to four hundred people, all of whom are fighters who are not productive.

Although they can supplement food by gathering and hunting in the forest, the supplement is limited after all.

The Scoia'tael must be very dependent on getting food from the outside world. The food is either sent by smugglers, extorted from human villages, or provided by elves and dwarves who sympathize with the Scoia'tael. These non-human races live in the decayed forest. among.

Now that several main passages to the outside world have been controlled by Herme, the efficiency of the Scoia'tael's going out to plunder has been greatly reduced, and the private lord has been attacked by Herme again. As for the last one...

The few villages in the rotting forest have all been garrisoned by Herme's troops, controlling these villages, and the Scoia'tael cannot get supplies from here.

These villages were once forced to provide food for the Scoia'tael, but now that Wang Jun came, their backs immediately straightened up, and it was impossible for the Scoia'tael to get food from here.

These villages also sent males to join Hemei's army. For them, the sooner the Scoia'tael issue was resolved, the sooner life would calm down.

Then Herme moved out the non-human race residents here, such as the village in the decaying forest where the number of humans and non-human races has always been divided in half. Since the rise of Scoia'tael, the conflict between the two sides has become more and more serious.

Herme had no doubt that if the situation continued like this, sooner or later one of the two parties would clean up the other side.

So he simply moved those elves and dwarves forcibly, which not only avoided the possibility of tragedy, but also reduced the potential supporters of Scoia'tael.

In order to ensure the success of the migration, Heme specially dispatched a Cossack war gang to escort - to be precise, escort - these non-human races to leave the decaying forest.

When relocating these elf dwarves, they encountered the resistance of the Scoia'tael.

This is the most tragic battle that Herme's army has experienced since they came to the Rotten Forest.

Since Herme started his fortress advancement work, humans and Scoia'tael have been fighting constantly, and the two sides have also accumulated a lot of hatred, leaving each other with a lot of blood and death.

But this time the casualties were unexpected.

According to Ataman who commanded the battle, his helmet was shot away by arrows at that time, and the adjutant was shot to death directly trying to block the arrows for him, which is enough to show the cruelty of the battle at that time.

More than 50 Cossacks died, and there were a similar number of wounded. One-third of the main fighters of this warband lost their combat effectiveness at once.

The Scoia'tael attacked the Cossacks with a completely desperate attitude, which was completely different from their usual style of luring the enemy into deep and flexible movements.

Facing the attack of the Scoia'tael, the Cossacks were extremely uncomfortable, and were soon scattered by the Scoia'tael attack.

But then the Cossacks became fiercer. They shouted slogans and rushed back to the battlefield of the melee. The elves did not show any weakness and confronted them.

The elf scimitar and the Cossack scimitar fought, and no one wanted to lose to the opponent.

This is a brutal fight, both sides are lightly armored or even unarmored, so every cut will cause a lot of blood to gush out, this deadly dance can be said to be extremely dangerous.

During the fierce battle between the two sides, most of the prisoners escorted by the Cossacks ran away, and most of them left with the Scoia'tael.

Seeing the captives fleeing, the Scoia'tael immediately ran away, and they disappeared very quickly. In just a short while, this group of people disappeared into the forest.

The Cossacks didn't dare to continue chasing, because in the previous pursuits, they either fell into the Scoia'tael trap or were led into the monster's lair.

The Cossacks killed about the same number of Scoia'tael as their casualties. The number of wounded is not known, but presumably they should be about the same.

When the ataman came to ask Hemei for punishment, Hemei didn't blame this person, on the contrary, he comforted him a lot.

After the ataman left, Herme laughed uncontrollably. The reason for his laughter was very simple, because it didn't matter whether the Scoia'tael was robbed or not.

And Herme quite hoped that they would rob them.

If he really wanted to send these non-human races out of the forest safely, he wouldn't have just sent a war gang with only 300 people to escort those non-human races from the beginning.

Anyway, in Herme's view, if the Scoia'tael were robbed to increase the burden, if they were not robbed, these inhuman races would be sent out so smoothly, and there would be less unstable factors in the decaying forest.

Oh, I won so much before I knew it.

So Herme was in a good mood, so he ordered to give a large sum of money to those non-human races who were brought over.

It's enough for them to settle down in other places, and there's no reason, as long as he's in a good mood.

If this continues, those Scoia'tael will be successfully strangled by him, and Herme firmly believes in this.

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Of course, Herme was not busy dealing with the siege all day long.

In fact, after Hemei arranged the plan, the people below would execute it, and if there was no emergency, his time would be free.

Among these times, the ones that occupy Herme's time the most are undoubtedly the visits of those teams with official or private backgrounds.

These people wanted to get Herme's help so that they could pass through the decaying forest smoothly without being attacked by the Scoia'tael.

For this, Herme naturally agreed. He already had the task of maintaining the roads in the decaying forest, but in fact, he just sent some manpower as a token.

Ever since El Dann's series of "great feats", only those with enough guards dared to walk through the Rotten Forest, so Herme didn't need to send too many people there because of this.

Even those caravans who heard that Rotten Forest was much more stable under Hemei's suppression, no one dared not bring enough guards.

However, after all, they still hope that the government will send more people, so that they feel safe. After all, people always like an extra layer of insurance.

Naturally, Hemei couldn't agree to such a request, as it was suspected of private use of public property.

But he didn't block the road, he hinted to these people another idea to find peace of mind.

In his camp, there are quite a few Cossack war gangs and militiamen who have nothing to do all day long. If you think it is necessary, you can find them and negotiate a price.

Of course, this is something that Herme "doesn't know".

As for why he did this, it was looking for benefits for his subordinates, especially for the Cossacks.

The battle with the Scoia'tael was really fruitless, and it was still a difficult fight, and he had to crawl in the forest.

Before that, the per capita incarnation of workers dug the soil for a long time.

Under such circumstances, even if the victories are one after another, everyone is still struggling, the mood of the troops will still change, and the morale will definitely become lower and lower.

The encirclement and suppression of the Scotaia'tael is a long-term matter, and Herme needs to maintain the morale of his subordinates, so that they have something to look forward to, instead of feeling that there is no future.

To restore morale, the most effective way is undoubtedly to find a group of prostitutes, but Herme does not allow such a situation, it is too easy to corrupt the military discipline, and it is too easy to make the barracks a mess.

So let the soldiers earn some extra money, and grasp the number of soldiers going out. This is a mechanism that can work well.

And after the routine visits, Herme would start reading.

He read books such as Northern Geography, Family Genealogy, and Basics of War to enrich his knowledge of northern society and enhance his professional skills.

Although I live in a war zone, I can't stop studying. The more I enrich myself, the more help I will have in the future.

Herme often persuaded her attendant, Viator, to study, but unfortunately, this young man was so focused on martial arts, he would rather practice swords for a day than study for an hour.

But if Hemei had a replay of the battle with him, the young man would be very eager.

Herme also likes replaying battles. Through war analysis of Nilfgaard's generals and marshals, he can judge the tactical style of the imperial army.

Finally, it was time to read the letters. These days there were quite a few letters from Sazarburg.

Most of them are Dunwa's report on the daily situation of the town, and there are also some important matters to Hemei for instructions.

The northern countries all have a rudimentary but at least comprehensive system of stage horses, so it is still very convenient for letters to and from.

Of course, this convenience refers to the privileged and wealthy classes. It is not so easy for ordinary citizens and farmers to use this system, and the transmission speed is also very slow, and it is easy to lose it halfway.

Katya also wrote a few letters, but they were all very ordinary greetings. Herme was not surprised by this, it can only be said that she has her style.

The last was the communication with Selchik. The white knight cared a lot about Herme's experience in Hackland, and asked him many times if he needed his help, which made Herme very grateful.

As for the other two commanders of this army, their situation was different.

Charlene was recuperating leisurely in his tent, and occasionally participated in Herme's war meetings.

Herme discovered that Charon had a lot of connections. He seemed to know everyone. When Herme bought supplies, most of the time the purchasers were the businessmen he introduced.

Herme noticed that Charon often sent letters to prosperous cities in the kingdom like Wengerburg.

And there were quite a few letters sent to him from Wengerburg, and Hemei had to sigh that this person's communication was really extensive.

Leila led the special forces on the road in the decaying forest all day long, and came back very late every day.

The special forces will set their traps in the forest, and those places on the roadside that are suitable for ambushes are the places where they dig their traps.

But according to Herme's order, they didn't go too deep into the forest.

During this period, the king sent another group of special forces, and then Leila began to ask Herme to lead an army deep into the forest to find the headquarters of the Scoia'tael.

Herme responded to such requests.

The plan is going well for now, until the Scoia'tael can't hold it anymore.

Why take the initiative to attack, that will cause unnecessary losses, and it is completely unnecessary.

Facing Herme's refusal, Layla's reaction was not great.

Because her first identity is always a good soldier of the kingdom, she always puts the tasks of her superiors first.

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In the depths of the rotten forest, and in the ruins of the palace of Scoia'tael, Kedev Gernveld.

Compared with last time, the scene here has changed a lot, there are many more injured elves, and the atmosphere in the air is much lower.

Moreover, many people's clothes looked very tattered and dirty, obviously they had been worn for a long time and hadn't been washed, and they were very worn and messy.

The dwarves craftsmen are not busy with ironware anymore, on the contrary, they have even made bone arrows now - if they don't plan to use bone arrows, then there will really be no arrows to use in the future.

Although the atmosphere was gloomy, the Scoia'tael did not show it, they were doing their own thing silently.

The wounded elves also remained silent, still maintaining the arrogance that belonged to elves.

Although the whole scene is still orderly, it is seriously lacking in vigor and vitality.

Morale was also visibly low. Although no one said it was depressing, the atmosphere was still very obvious.

"Eldane, do you know what you're doing? You're letting them die, letting them die! Do you understand?"

In the dilapidated hall, accusations sounded again, Gain was looking at his commander angrily.

The reason for his anger is simple, because El Dann intends to arm all the non-human races he rescued, and then let them attack the stronghold of the Aedirians.

There is no doubt that this is sending these tribesmen to their deaths, so Gain was furious.

"When you disobeyed my order and rescued these elves and dwarves without authorization, the result was already doomed. We are unable to support so many people. It is already very difficult to support the existing warriors. I can't divide Give them enough food, and the only right choice is to let them die with arms and honor before they starve to death."

Eldan's words silenced everyone, including Gein.

He was in charge of monitoring the movement of the human escort, and then his head went hot, and then... that's it.

Looking back now, I just brought these people into a worse pit.

"Gain, you are not suitable for guerrilla warfare. Your heart is not cold enough. If the kingdom of the elves and the army of the elves are still there, you can definitely be a good soldier, or even a good general, but not here."

El Dann commented on the commando captain who had defected to him, and sighed.

Why didn't he know how cruel his behavior was, but right now he had only this choice.

This siege went in a direction he didn't want to see from the very beginning. Humans did not blindly send troops into the forest, but instead focused on strangling and besieging the Scoia'tael, compressing their living space.

Why didn't El Dann know that he had to stop the advancement of the human fortress, but the strength in his hands was really limited. Three to four hundred people seemed a lot, but after a tough battle, it was not enough at all.

After confirming that every fort advance of human beings was prepared, he stopped attacking those fortresses, and focused on attacking the logistics team and soldiers who were changing defenses. At least this could cause more casualties to humans.

For Gain, Eldan is a pity, he is only 23 years old this year, even if he is considered a young man by human standards.

So he also carried the recklessness of a young man, but he used this recklessness in the wrong place.

"From the time when the people of Aden started to build those fortresses, everyone here understands that we are doomed to lose, but those who are still here have not left, they are all ready, ready to die of."

El Dann picked up the lute set aside and struck a few sad notes. Everyone just listened in silence, listening to the lament.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Eldan walked out of the palace and came to Scoia'tael. Everyone looked at him and at their commander.

"In the next battle, we need to consider not victory, but how to die with dignity, let humans see our pride, let them know that it is impossible to conquer us. If you want to leave, you can leave now, you can leave now , this is the last chance."

After Eldan finished speaking, no one answered, and no one said to leave.

This is the case even for those non-human races who were rescued. The non-human races who did not want to join the war left halfway,
Those who stay here are the most die-hard loyalists and supporters of the Scoia'tael, and they are all willing to die with the Scoia'tael.

The commando captain watched this scene and smiled, his heavy heart felt relieved for some reason, very relaxed.

Then he plucked his lute, and plucked a dirge, a dirge that belonged to Ian Sidi, to the non-human race.

And before they knew it, the elves danced, dancing on top of the ruins of Cadf Grunveld, as if it was still the glorious hall of the elf kingdom.

Many men and women who saw each other walked into the shadows tacitly, because they knew that this might be their last time.

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"Hey, you performed very well today. Even if you are among the musicians in the city of golden towers, your level is very good. Considering that you live in the north, this is really rare."

When El Dann put away his piano in the empty and dilapidated hall, a voice suddenly appeared behind him.

The Nilfgaardian warlock stepped out from the shadow of the ruins, his face still covered by the gas mask.

"The last lament of the elves, and the revenge after death. Oh, this is a wonderful drama that will not be staged even in the city of the golden tower. After the empire conquers the north in the future, I must let this story pass on. It is best to find Several playwrights staged it as one of the most dazzling parts of the empire's conquest of martial arts, ha, I have already thought of the name 'Sacrifice of the Elves and the Progress of the Empire', which is not a bad name."

The muffled voice was full of banter, and the Nilfgaardians commented on the sacrifice of the elves as though it were a play.

"Niflgaardian, I'm not here to listen to your nonsense, comment on dramas or something, maybe I used to have that interest, but now I don't."

El Dann hurled a dagger with such swiftness that the Nilfgaardian sent it flying with his iron gauntlet.

The bounced dagger got stuck in the crevice of the stone, shaking constantly, and the shaking became weaker and weaker with time.

The commando captain knew there was no way his little trick would do anything to the mage agent of Nilfgaard, but it was just to quiet him.

El Dann didn't like the guy's judgmental way, it made it all look like a Black Empire play.

"Ah, I did make a mistake, Eldan, and I'm very sorry for that."

The Nilfgaardian who put away the dagger said in a slightly exaggerated tone,
"So, as my compensation, I brought good news. Mahakam's imperial mission placed a batch of supplies, medicine, weapons, armor, and most importantly, on the edge of the decaying forest near Mahakam a few days ago. The food, all of these are all in the amount you need, enough for the Scoia'tael here to recover, and then we can carry out our plan."

In fact, this is not an apology at all, this is El Dann's request to the Nilfgaardians three weeks ago.

Herme's blockade has reduced the commando's material reserves to a somewhat dangerous level. If the supplies are not replenished, the commando will have to experience large-scale non-combat attrition.

To this, the people of Nilfgaard agreed wholeheartedly, and now the supplies finally arrived, and the timing was ingenious, just when the Scoia'tael was running out of supplies.

"How did you pass the border? With so many supplies, you can only transfer them by road."

Eldan asked a question, he was very curious about how the Nilfgaardian brought the things here.

"Hey, the empire has friends in the north, some are florins who are greedy for the empire, and some are really yearning for the empire, but it doesn't matter, the empire always welcomes anyone who comes, and in the future, these good friends will all get the empire Generous returns."

The Nilfgaardian warlock took out a map from his pocket and handed it to El Dann.

Eldan was not surprised by the southerners' explanation. Rumors of Nilfgaard's silver bullet offensive had already spread in the north.

"I want to confirm again whether your method is effective or not."

After taking the map from the warlock, the captain of the Elven Commando asked about the plan, the only option he had.

"Don't doubt my technology, don't doubt the technology of the empire, Elf, if I say it can be achieved, it can be achieved."

When his professional field was questioned, this Nilfgaardian exuded anger very rarely, and his muffled voice was full of anger.

"This is the culmination of the work of countless warlocks and alchemists in the empire. They have undertaken countless exquisite plans and huge experiments. Elf, you should be honored to be able to execute it."

"If this is really as powerful as you said, it is impossible for your emperor to send you alone to carry out this plan. Why would the imperial intelligence department send a few more people to follow you?"

El Dann ruthlessly pierced the tiger's skin that the Nilfgaardians had pulled.

"Let me guess, this thing is still in the experimental stage, or the effect of the first use is not good, otherwise the empire would not let me, a little Scoia'tael commando captain, use this kind of thing, want to come to the empire Whether you will provide resources for your project in the future depends on your performance this time."

In getting along with this warlock, Eldan paid great attention to collecting the few words of this man.

And after putting these pieces together, he discovered some truths hidden in the words.

The Nilfgaardian's silence undoubtedly showed the accuracy of his words. Although he couldn't say everything, the elves should have guessed more or less half of it.

El Dann couldn't see his face, so he couldn't tell whether the guy was in a powerless rage, or trying to form a counterattack.

Eldan didn't want to continue talking with him, "Continue with your preparations, Warlock, don't let your words become bragging."

After speaking, the commando captain left the place, and there was only one Nilfgaardian warlock left in the dilapidated hall.

After a while, the Nilfgaardian angrily hammered on the wall, and then disappeared into the air as the air twisted.

The dilapidated hall regained its former peace.

Or in other words, temporary peace?

(End of this chapter)