The Journey of the Demon Hunter

The corpse that had lost its head knelt forward.

In the eyes on that head, there is still confusion and anger remaining.

"...What is conscience."

Chapter 2891: Final Moment

[In this way, Nilfgard's navy capsized in the snowy and windy sea area of ​​Skellig. The imperial army's plan to control the sea also had to be shelved. The soldiers of the empire were either killed or captured, and the loss of military power reached 20,000. The foundation of the future imperial navy was destroyed. They either died in the endless ocean, or died in the cold along the retreat route, or disappeared without a trace. Most of the more than thirty young officers who belonged directly to the emperor were killed in this battle. Perhaps they will become the pillars of the Imperial Navy in the future, but their names cannot be kept in historical documents.

The Battle of Skelliger was indeed the beginning of the end of the war, but it is worth mentioning that the Skelliges called it the end battle. Many Skelliges claimed that they had witnessed Freya's miracle during the battle. , And fight side by side with Hamdor against Najirfa from the Land of Chaos. Scholars and psychologists who have studied the Northern War in recent years believe that this is a collective hallucination caused by the extremely cold climate, the pressure of Nilfgaard, and the fear of death.

After receiving the news of the defeat, the Nilfgaard Central Army who occupied Vizima retreated in a hurry, and even had to abandon their heavy camps and siege equipment, which they intended to use to conquer Nuo. Wigley, Ailand and Tritog’s. Valetti I, who was crowned shortly afterwards, quickly recovered Vizima. She acted decisively and swiftly to wipe out the subjects' worries about the illegitimate child's accession to the throne, and established good personal prestige among the people.

At the same time, on the Eastern Front, the news of the victory of Skelrige's battle came, and Sakia and Sdennis immediately joined forces to set off a massive counterattack. Although Hobbs, commander of the Eastern Army, had the advantage in numbers, when the surrendered Livia announced his return to the northern camp, the defense line he had struggled to maintain was immediately disintegrated. As for the whereabouts of Hobbes, people have different opinions. There are rumors that he abandoned the army, fled into Dole Bretanna, and received the asylum of the Elf Queen, eventually spending the rest of his life as an exile in terror and anxiety. It is also said that because of carrying a large number of trophies, his command troops were captured by the dwarf guerrillas in an ambush 30 miles away from Esteberg. In order to punish his greed, the dwarves poured melted into his mouth. Gold, in order to put it to death.

Historians disagree on the rapid defeat of the Imperial Legion. Some people think that all this is attributed to the powerful spy network of the northern kings, and the rumors released after the defeat of the empire shaken the military. Others believe that it is the poor road conditions in the north that caused the emperor’s orders to fall far behind the rumors, so much so The failure of a naval battle turned into a defeat across the board. Otherwise, how could the Nilfgaard Army, which has always been well-known for its well-trained, retreat so tragically. Others believe that perhaps this can prove that there have been many traitors in the imperial court, colluding with the northern kings, trying to take advantage of this defeat to tear Enhill from the throne.

I once participated in a battle as a soldier. Here, I have some shallow opinions.

There are not so many rapes, not so many traitors, and no spies.

What's the point of fighting back and forth? Everyone is praising great officers, praising heroic generals, talking about the exciting speeches of politicians, and people always forget that farmers and rural talents are the hardest people in the war years, and they are usually the main source of soldiers.

In fact, soldiers and low-level officers have long been desperate for this three-year war, tired of continuing to work for the politicians and businessmen who set off the war, and even more tired of them fighting for the empire on the front lines, but prices are under the control of greedy businessmen. Soaring, they are only waiting for a reason to retreat, nothing more. 】

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The mountains of Skellig in the distance looked so white under the blue sky, and the hoarfrost covered the peaks of the archipelago with thick snow, like a windbreaker made of white wolf wool.

Enhill watched the defeated army retreating to the port, clenched his fists, his nails almost embedded in the palms of his hands.

Today there are only more than 30 ships, and about two thousand soldiers have returned to the port of Hidaris one after another. In the next few days there may be ruined soldiers fleeing the battlefield and returning. But the number cannot exceed a thousand people.

This is his most loyal soldier.

This should have been an easy expedition. He could have used this victory to establish an unmatched prestige in the empire, and rely on his military exploits to place young officers loyal to him in important positions in the army, so as to better control the army. , Squeezing out the influence of the Merchants Association in the Legion.

All this is ruined!

"...Retreat." He tried to squeeze the word out of the gap between his teeth: "Notify General Vannebulit that he will be responsible here from now on."

Zelin no longer remembered this was the wounded person he helped transport to the medical tent.

Battleships, sailing ships, and long ship corpses were all over the field. Some could still see the ship's appearance, and some had only a few indistinguishable decks and ribs, floating solitaryly on the water. Some wrecks and bodies were washed ashore by the waves and scattered on the pebbled beach. Some ships seem to be still sailing, with their masts stuck in the reef, pointing proudly to the sky.

The two priest girls were exhausted, and they ran past the wounded one after another without touching the ground, dealing with different wounds and wounds. It didn't stop for almost a day. There were some casualties, but more were casualties. After Erudin died, the soldiers of Ain El retreated one after another until no more portals appeared.

The first thing Franciska did after the battle was to cover the black ship with magic and make it disappear from people's sight, waiting for Ada and Avalak to come and receive it.

She stood in front of Zelin, her cheeks almost touching the tip of the demon hunter's nose, and squinted her eyes slightly: "Do you remember the plan I discussed with you before the battle began?"

"Um..." Zelin took a step back and cleared his throat: "Of course I remember."

"But..."

"But!" Zelinga emphasized: "Isn't I here because of this? I'm here, so I don't want you to risk your life. Okay, Enid, look, Eredin was caught I was defeated, and Wild Hunt retreated. Soon, Ada will be able to take over Ain Ayre. Everything is very good. What's worth worrying about? Now that this matter is over, let it go. Yes. How many casualties?"

"Your method of changing the subject is still that bad." Francesca held her forehead and sighed: "It's like you never understand, don't take risks? You should be thankful, Zelin, Eredin has The ability to open portals between the worlds, but you don’t, you don’t have magic, once he throws you into a deserted world, no one can find you...When the time comes, what should you ask me to do?"

She stretched out her hands and held Zelin’s cheeks, with appreciation, helplessness, and worry in her eyes: "Please, promise me, never do this in the future, okay? For you and for me, Or for others, you must live well and stay by our side."

"...I try not to do this in the future, sorry."

Francesca sighed like self-deprecating: "The promises made by men to make women happy are usually not credible, but I still want to listen."

He licked his dry and numb lips and looked around the battlefield. It's cold here, there are fires everywhere, all kinds of flames-camping bonfires, unknown wildfires, and torches and torches. In the thin smoke that rises, there are figures coming and going, filled with quarrels, Shouts and prayers: "Has the statistics come out?"

"Three hundred and thirty-seven people died, and one thousand two hundred and fifty were injured, of which 453 were seriously injured." Francesca grabbed the curly hair on her forehead, her hands becoming frostbite. Flushed. It is not easy to resist the hoarfrost for a long time, but even with the enchantment of the sorcerer, the entire sea is still like a fjord close to the Dragon Mountain, covered with floating ice: "Thanks to the Nilfgaards and Skelly Great people, they have attracted most of Wild Hunt's attention."

"What's going on?" Zelin stretched out his arms: "We are attacking the black ship. I am sure that the black ship is indeed hurt, and then they suddenly teleported over the Nilfgaard fleet?"

"Lettisha, do you remember the navigator I was looking for you to leave?" Francesca cocked her mouth triumphantly: "I have allies and informants in the imperial court. The emperor is going to do something to Skellig The plan is not a secret, so I chose this day. Once the black ship appears, as a navigator, she will definitely assist the wild hunt to deliver soldiers. So I can ask her to deliver more soldiers to Nilfgard Where the fleet is."

"Use Nilfgaards to divert firepower?"

"Of course, if I had to choose between dying a human being and dying an Ain Sidi, I would definitely choose to let my kinsman survive." Francesca said quickly. She stared into Zelin's eyes. After a few seconds, she slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and her tone became softer: "I thought there would be more casualties. You and your friends helped me a lot. Don't worry, they are all safe, except..."

"Except?"

Francesca raised her eyes and cast a puzzled look to Zelin.

"Li Min."

Chapter 2892: Wind and snow after the war

The wind moved her black hair.

Li Min sat alone on the edge of the cliff, her iron boots were thrown behind her casually, her feet wrapped in tulle hung in the air, gently shaking unconsciously, and the white cloth pants were covered with mud and blood. Li Min lowered his head, playing with small stones picked up from the ground in his hands. Whenever she thinks of something that irritates her, she throws a stone into the sky.

Until she heard the footsteps behind her.

"Li Min?"

The magician didn't turn her head, her fingers pinched the two stones and collided with each other, as if she was immersed in this meaningless thing. The wind kept blowing across the foothills, singing sad elegy, snow fell on her forehead, on her shoulders, on her short robe, on her trouser legs, she looked sadly into the distance, and then closed On the upper eye, a sparkling teardrop fell down the corner of the eye, drifted into the distance in the wind, and disappeared into the boundless wilderness.

Zelin walked behind her and sat down cross-legged.

"What's wrong, Min?" He stretched out his hand and patted Li Min on the shoulder: "Enid told me that you are a little unhappy."

Li Min turned around silently, wrapped his hands around Zelin's neck, his forehead was pressed painfully against the Demon Hunter's shoulder, and he whispered.

Zelin patted her back lightly, lightly flicked the snowflakes falling on her body, letting tears wet her chest.

She cried for a long time.

The snow is still falling.

But this war is over.

Altarel left after the war. Jaques wants to return to Middle-earth. After all, he is already a king, and Aragorn entrusted him a piece of land, between the lone mountain and the iron hills. Tess finally caught the opportunity and talked with Hillis for a while. She appeared to be particularly interested in the hometown of Siris, but after hearing that her hometown had been destroyed, Tess was even more sad than Siris, and then the place she was most interested in changed from the twilight country to the sanctuary He became the most enthusiastic listener in Johanna's sermon.

Maybe it's just because she failed to find Altariel and Jaques after the war.

Of course, Oregaard was very unhappy about this. She denounced Johanna’s belief in the Holy Light as a heresy, and then the five draenei paladins from Tsirri were put to real use-to avoid Orega’s untimely announcement. Speech.

George was taking care of Falauda in the tent. This lady was injured while dealing with Carran Hill. Although it was only a skin trauma, the priests in charge of the treatment had no intention of providing treatment for Falauda. However, it is said that the two priestesses from Darnassus seemed to have taken Alfred too much after the war. He was only slightly injured, but he was still required to receive treatment from the priestesses, at least One week time.