The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 28: For a Blue and Pure World

Yarpen's eyes widened.

"Are you really a witcher? Even the professors at Oxenburg University couldn't come up with such philosophical and concise words. They only complicate simple things and talk a lot of nonsense."

Lin En smiled and said, "By the way, Yarpan, why don't you and your companions leave?"

"My card skills are average, and I can't win every game like you do. The best way to avoid losing is to not play. Lending cards to others may make less money, but I just like the business of making a sure profit."

The two of them were like good friends who hadn't seen each other for many years and had a very pleasant chat.

Lynn was also the first interesting soul Yarpan had met since joining the caravan.

Lynn also liked the dwarf Yarpan, so he was happy to chat with him.

After a while of small talk, Yarpan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, we are not in Kaedwen's territory."

Lin En immediately understood the hidden meaning in the other party's words.

"Are you worried about the Scoia'tael?"

Because Kaedwen's discrimination and abuse of non-human races were so severe, many non-human races who were dissatisfied with the status quo rose up in rebellion.

Many people believe that non-human rebellions are only found within Kaedwen.

But what they don’t know is that the unrest caused by non-human races is not only happening in Kaedwen.

It also includes the entire northern countries.

Yarpan was stunned, then stroked his beard and said.

"Scoia'tael? They do wear squirrel tails or fur on their hats or clothing as decorations. The name is very suitable for them, although I often hear them call themselves the 'Sons of Liberty'."

In fact, the name Scoia'tael officially appeared on the stage of history during the First Northern War.

As for now, it is not yet well known.

Sons of Liberty, though?

Lynn curled her lips.

Wow, you really know how to flatter yourself.

Lin En said half-jokingly after taking a look at Yarpan who had a serious expression on his face.

"If I remember correctly, their slogan was 'Driving the Men Back into the Sea'. That didn't mention dwarves, did it?"

Yarpen shook his head.

"It's not that simple. I know humans call dwarves and elves ancient races, but in reality, dwarves and elves have never been the same group."

"To be precise, the only difference between elves and humans is that their white ships arrived in this land ten centuries earlier than humans."

"Don't look at them smiling at us now, calling us compatriots and relatives..."

"But before humans arrived, their arrows were aimed specifically at us... And now we're suddenly brothers again? Sorry, at least my companions and I don't think so."

Lynn asked curiously, "But I remember there were some dwarves who joined their rebellion, didn't they?"

Yarpen sighed heavily.

"That's right. After all, every dwarf has different ideas."

"I have to admit that although some dwarves are not young anymore, they are still young and inexperienced. A few passionate slogans can easily take advantage of their naivety and stupidity."

"But in my opinion, we must learn to live in peace."

"In the final analysis, whether we are dwarves or humans, we are actually no different. We bleed the same blood and drink the same water. Humans are not monsters, and dwarves are even less so."

"The world is big enough to accommodate humans and dwarves... well, and elves, if they weren't so extreme and crazy, we..."

Yarpan had not yet finished speaking.

It was interrupted by an arrow shot from the woods.

Then came more.

Arrows flew out from the forest like birds, shooting towards the moving caravan.

"Enemy attack!"

A guard sitting in the front of the carriage shouted.

But it soon came to an abrupt end.

He was shot in the neck and fell off the carriage.

The sudden attack threw the team into chaos.

"careful!"

A flying arrow suddenly pierced the pony's buttocks.

The pony neighed and fell to its side.

Yarpan had no time to jump from the saddle.

He could only watch helplessly as he was dragged down by the falling pony. And at this critical moment...

A hand suddenly grabbed the back of his collar and pulled him up in time.

"Thank you, Witcher."

Yarpan was still in shock, but he still didn't forget to say thank you.

In this chaotic battlefield, if you are crushed by a horse, you will be dead soon.

Lynn nodded.

He lowered Yarpan to the ground.

He also jumped off the horse.

It is not suitable to fight on horseback in the jungle.

He patted his horse's rump and set it running while he and Yarpen hid behind a caravan.

All of Istrade's horses are well-trained, so there is no need to worry about them getting lost. All you have to do is whistle to call them back when the time comes.

The two men hid using the caravan as cover.

Arrows flew around, cutting through the air and hitting the car with a constant sound.

Lynn signaled Yarpan to hide.

Then he put on a Quen shield and looked outside.

The convoy had stopped at this time.

The caravan and the ground were littered with arrows.

The guards who protected the convoy demonstrated professionalism that matched their profession.

After the initial chaos, the remaining guards leaned against the caravan and fought back with crossbows.

However, Lin En only observed it briefly and quickly came to the conclusion:
The situation is not good!

Just from the number of arrows fired at each other, it can be judged that they have fewer people than the opposite side.

Moreover, the enemies were hiding in the forest, but they were nailed to the road and could not move.

If the enemy went around the forest behind them and shot arrows from behind, they would be dead.

Before the enemy gets around, escape into the forest behind and you may have a chance of survival.

What about Geralt?
Should I abandon him and escape alone?

Lynn knew Geralt very well. If Geralt was a coward, he would not have been killed by a pitchfork in the original novel.

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated.

He turned and said to the dwarf.

"Yalpan, you stay here."

Yarpan was startled. "What? Witcher, where are you going?"

Lynn didn't respond.

He fished out a bottle of potion from his waist pouch.

He had mixed this potion in his spare time on the road. Due to the limited conditions in the wild, he couldn't mix potions in large quantities like he did in Kaer Morhen.

But a few bottles are enough.

He now holds in his hand what is called "Blizzard Potion".

It can stimulate the secretion of adrenaline and the nervous response system, allowing him to enter a state similar to bullet time in a short period of time.

After drinking the potion in one gulp, the liquid quickly flowed down the throat into the body and then spread throughout the body. The potion took effect very quickly, and Lin En immediately felt an itchy and numb feeling on his face.

Especially around the eyes, the tingling sensation is more intense.

In Yarpan's eyes, the blood vessels on Lin En's face suddenly burst open, and every detail was visible, so that the originally handsome face now looked extremely hideous.

This sudden change scared Yarpan.

"Stay here."

Lin En ignored Yarpan's reaction, just repeated the sentence, then jumped out from behind the caravan where he was hiding, and like a ferocious dire wolf, he leaned forward and charged towards the jungle.

The forest path the convoy was traveling on was only forty or fifty meters away from the woods where the enemies were hiding.

Even for an ordinary person, it would not take much time to rush through these forty or fifty meters.

For demon hunters who have stronger physical fitness than ordinary people, the time required will be even shorter.

But as soon as he left the caravan, he was discovered by the enemy.

(End of this chapter)