The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 31: War is not a dinner party
The seal that Lynn released earlier was not actually interrupted by Koinich.

He just pretended to be interrupted and placed the seal on the ground where the grass was densest.

He deliberately dodged to the side in order to divert Koenig's attention.

He then launched a fierce attack, also to force Koinich back to where the Arden trap was set.

Koinich is worthy of being one of the commanders of the Squirrel Party who will cause chaos in the North in the future.

It was because of the "perspective" ability brought by the witcher's senses that he was able to find the Sons of Freedom in this forest, and the other party was able to lock on his position so quickly without any plug-ins.

However, it is obviously impossible for the future commander of the Scoia'tael to be stained with the blood debt of the northern people again as in another world line.

Seeing Koinić fall into the trap, Lynn didn't pause at all.

No words are needed that would slow the action down.

But this time, there was no sound of swords clashing.

The tip of the sword was close to the ground, like a waterfall flowing upstream, and then it soared into the sky like a flying bird.

Koinić seemed to be under a spell and stood there in a daze.

He slowly lowered his head.

Looking at the horrific wound that was almost cut from the chest to the shoulder.

The sword slipped from his hand.

He looked at Lynn, blood bubbles coming out of his mouth.

"Despicable witcher."

After uttering these last words, he fell forward like a hard piece of wood.

Bright red blood flowed out from under his body in large amounts, soon dyeing the ground beneath him red.

A burning warmth surged into Lynn's body.

"Commander? Commander!"

The remaining three elves with burned faces had no idea what was happening because they had lost their sight.

All they heard was Koinich's dying words and the sound of something falling to the ground, but it didn't sound like their commander had won a victory.

"Now, it's your turn."

Lin En shook off the blood stains on the steel sword and looked at the three elves with an indifferent expression.

Every world has its own rules:
In the era after the signing of the Geneva Convention, it was natural to provide humane treatment and medical assistance to the wounded and sick of the enemy.

But in this cruel world where human life is treated as grass, talking about those things is truly out of touch with the times.

To put it another way, if he were defeated now, would these Sons of Liberty spare his life?

Of course, Lynn is not a racist.

It's so funny. Humans have put witchers on the same table as non-human races such as gnomes, dwarves, and elves. Naturally, Lynn will not raise his hands to support the supremacy of humans.

He just felt that the elven civilians who had been oppressed and lived in human society were definitely worthy of sympathy and mercy, but every one of the Squirrel Party must die.

Hearing the witcher's indifferent voice, the faces of the Sons of Liberty were suddenly filled with shock and fear.

They could never have imagined that the commander who led them to escape from the pursuit of the Aedirn army would die in this unknown jungle.

"How dare you kill Koinich? Witcher, you will pay for this!"

Lynn took out a bottle of tawny owl potion from his waist bag and drank it all in one gulp.

Tawny Owl Potion, which speeds up the regeneration of physical strength and magicka.

As the potion began to take effect, Lynn felt his lost strength gradually returning.

He threw down the bottle and said disdainfully.

"What you said is completely illogical. 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 were staring at the general direction of Lynn with hatred.

no doubt.

Even though they knew they were no match for Lynn, they would still fight to the death.

And Lynn chose to fulfill their last wish.

But at this moment, suddenly a large number of footsteps came from far away.

The Sons of Liberty all had joy on their faces.

"You're dead, witcher."

They subconsciously thought that it was their companions coming to support them.

However, Lin En put away his weapon because the person who appeared in his sight was not a fellow Son of Liberty, but his own companion.

Geralt, Yarpen, and Istrada were all among them.

It turned out that after Geralt noticed Lynn rushing into the woods, he was worried about Lynn's safety, so after drinking a few bottles of potion, he also followed him into the woods.

With the two witchers causing such a commotion, even the Sons of Liberty, who had the advantage in numbers, were thrown into chaos.

The captain of the guard saw the opportunity and ordered a counterattack.

Originally, if the Sons of Liberty adjusted their tactics in time, they would have been able to withstand the human offensive.

Just at this critical moment, Koinić brought people to block Lynn.

Without his command, the Sons of Liberty suddenly fell into a situation of being leaderless and fighting on their own.

After all, these guys are not even regular troops. Although their lifespan is indeed long compared to humans, they have lived under human rule for too long and have long been accustomed to day-to-day labor rather than military training.

With the exception of individuals like Koinich who have never surrendered to humanity and have always been fighting against it, most of the Sons of Liberty were just farmers and craftsmen not long ago.

When the bravest Sons of Liberty fell at the hands of human swords, when the dwarves, also an ancient race, wielded axes to kill them, and they received no orders from their commander...

Naturally, they scattered and fled.

……

The battle is over.

The three Sons of Liberty knew that resistance was futile, so they had no choice but to drop their weapons, surrender, and beg for forgiveness from mankind.

But the humans raised their crossbows.

"No!"

Amid the screams of the Sons of Liberty, he was shot into a hedgehog by arrows.

"Go check and see if anyone is still breathing. My Lord said we shouldn't take any prisoners."

After the captain of the guard finished giving his orders to his men, he walked up to Lin En with a respectful expression on his face.

But he didn't dare look up at Lynn's face.

"Master Lin En, you have worked hard. Are you injured anywhere?"

Lin En shook his head: "No, I'm covered in the blood of the enemy."

"That's good, Master. Leave this to us. The Master needs you, and he'll be waiting for you outside the jungle."

Lynn walked out of the woods.

He saw Geralt had come out of the woods before him and was standing with Istrada.

"Master Lin, please come over here." When Istrade saw Lin, he immediately and enthusiastically greeted him and asked, "Are you okay?"

Lynn nodded.

There was a flicker of admiration in Istrade's eyes.

"Master Lynn is worthy of you. Hiring you and Master Geralt is one of the best things I have ever done in my life."

Lin En said modestly, "Sir, you are too polite. Since we have accepted the commission to protect the caravan, it is naturally our responsibility to stand up when danger occurs."

Istrade said with a sincere tone.

"Having said that, the contributions of the two masters cannot be ignored. I assure you that my gratitude will not remain merely lip service, but will be included in the rewards we will receive once we arrive in the Talgo Kingdom."

Since Istrade said so, Lin En couldn't refuse: "Thank you very much, sir."

However, Lynn had a strange premonition.

He always felt that Istrada asked him and Geralt to come here for more than just a simple expression of gratitude.

Sure enough, Istrade said something else with a serious expression.

"One more thing, please keep what happened today a secret, Masters."

Lynn answered without thinking.

"Of course, we must keep it a secret."

He knew Istrade would ask for this.

I also know Istrade's concerns.

In fact, it is related to an elven sorceress.

Her name is Francesca.

(End of this chapter)