Chapter 1218 1200. Traitors and Heroes


    ??The one-eyed elf''s fingers unconsciously rubbed the tattoo on the side of his neck. The flower tattoo was obviously made with exquisite craftsmanship.


    And with the artistic style of the elves. It should be from the hands of elves.


    ??Iorveth himself still just sneered and spoke to Saskia.


    “You have been with humans for a long time, but because of your identity as a green dragon, you also identify with and sympathize with the Scoia’tael.”


    “You understand our nature very quickly. Do you know why?”


    “Because we are also a bunch of brats! Brats! Silly youths!”


    Iorveth''s move of calling herself a ''little brat'' did not make Saskia angry. Instead, she looked at the other party seriously at this time, ready to listen to the other party''s thoughts.


    But Sakia obviously did not expect that the other party would describe himself and the group he led in this way.


    ??Didn’t you call me “little brat” just now?


    "We were incited. Some people took advantage of our impulse and stupidity and used the slogan ''freedom'' to deceive us. Do you think no one among us has heard this? No one understands?"


    Looking at the stunned expressions of Sakia and Margarita, and Lan En, who had just stuffed food into his mouth silently since he started talking to Sakia, Iorveth didn''t know whether he was mocking himself or mocking him. Others smiled.


    “I say we are a bunch of fools because we know it all in our hearts, but we are unable to overcome our inner anger and hatred and continue to walk along the path planned by others.”


    Iorveth used stress when he said the word "others".


    He obviously not only knew that the Scoia''tael were being incited, but he even knew the role of this "other" in his heart.


    “We cannot conquer our own inner emotions. They are also called impulses.”


    “We all know the truth. People always say ‘don’t be impulsive’, but who can really do it?”


    When it came to this, Iorveth seemed to simply let go. He drank all the remaining Vermentino red wine in the wine glass in one gulp, and even stretched it towards Lan En across the bonfire.


    ?The witcher also calmly stretched out his hand and poured him another glass.


    ?Margarita, who was originally lazy and indifferent, seemed to frown, and her expression became a little serious.


    And from his handbag made of petrified lizard leather, he took out another unopened bottle of Rivia cherry wine.


    "The slogan "Drive humans back into the sea" is really easy to remember and catchy, and it is easy to spread. People in my team often shout this slogan to cheer up when they are emotional. But in my heart, Ella and I It’s all clear”


    “This slogan is not meant to boost the morale of us Scoia’tael parties.”


    “The propaganda target of this slogan is human beings! It is to ignite the anger of human beings! Make those humans who are originally neutral and have a relatively peaceful stance hate us and hate us!”


    “We, who were not the target of propaganda, went to the battlefield in a hot head and became the so-called Scoia’tael.”


    Iorveth spread his hands, a smile appeared on his face. A sad smile.


    “Many non-human races now regard us as heroes in private. This certainly satisfies my vanity and sense of honor.”


    ?That sad smile seemed to be fixed on his face and lingered.


    "On the contrary, people like Yalpan and Zoltan will think that we are stupid and embarrassing. It is like seeing a woman open her legs and diving in without caring about who the woman is or who she is. Are you clean between your legs?”


    “Especially since this move will also implicate others.”


    “But maybe in a few years, those like Yalpan and others who have worked hard to live in peace with humans will be called traitors, while we will be openly regarded as heroes.”


    "In this world and in our history, the role reversal between traitors and heroes is nothing new. Yarpan and the others also know it."


    ?Margarita looked at Iorveth seriously, and Sakia seemed not to feel the injury on her shoulder at this time. The decisive and neat beautiful face clenched her back molars, causing her bite muscles to bulge.


    Obviously, none of them expected that the commander of a Scoia''tael party actually thought about the situation and situation so deeply.


    Look at the whole thing from different angles and think about it.


    ?Margarita was okay, she just didn''t care before.


    ?Sakia is even more shocking.


    Because obviously, after several discussions with Lan En, she had made great progress in her ideological system, but it still seemed not deep enough or comprehensive enough in front of Iorveth.


    ?This is not a gap in wisdom and intelligence, but a gap in perspective, experience, and vision.


    Thinking of this, Sakia couldn''t help but turn her head and look at the demon hunter who was still silent, just lowering his head to eat.


    ? He ??seemed to be the only person who remained calm and unfazed by Iorveth''s explanation. It was as if he had seen a lot and it was no longer new.


    “Alirien.” Iorveth suddenly said to Saskia, “Carson had the opportunity to shoot you directly on the mountain road, but he hesitated and called out this name. Do you remember?”


    ?Saskia nodded, she still remembered the elven archer of the Scoia''tael, who was still shouting this name before he died.


    “Alirien.” Iorveth repeated the name, and the emotions in his tone were so complicated that Saskia couldn''t tell.


    “She is an elf, a brave elf. Two hundred years ago, she led the elves to attack humans.”


    "But the elders among the elves did not agree with her actions, because they knew that the population was sparse and their race had no capital to fail. Once it failed, it would be doomed. The elders wanted to protect their own people and let their race continue to survive. Go down." ?????"How can the old man compete with the young man? Especially the young man is beautiful and eloquent, and her proposal is glorious and fearless!"


    “So the young elves followed Allerion into battle, and were slaughtered. Merciless slaughter.”


    “Those young people were shouting her name before they died.”


    Iorveth spoke calmly, sipping wine from time to time.


    “Just as she promised, they died heroically, honorably, and honorably. But the result was nothing but devastation and the tragic fate our species has been doomed to.”


    ??The one-eyed elf calmly glanced at the beautiful bodies of the witcher, female warrior and sorceress, but there was not even a trace of sensuality in them.


    “The elves live long, but only the young among us are fertile. Then, these precious young people follow Allerion to death on the battlefield.”


    “The elf is hopeless.”


    "Human beings are addicted to lust. This desire is much more intense than that of elves. This allows humans to engage in nonsense day and night, regardless of location or object. As long as a human woman sits on a man''s lap, her belly will bulge. In In our eyes, the birth rate of humans is like that of rabbits!”


    “Historical experience tells us: Only the race in this world that is best at making women’s bellies bigger and slitting other people’s throats can grow strong and become kings.”


    “And when it comes to murder and getting laid, humans are truly unparalleled.”


    “And Elirien.” Iorveth smiled sarcastically or sadly, not knowing whether it was sarcasm or sadness, “She became a hero.”


    “It is said that when she died, she was pleading to someone, saying, ‘Forgive me, forgive me.’ But I have to say”


    The one-eyed elf''s expression suddenly became fierce and disgusted.


    “Let her go to hell! After she has done something wrong and then beg for forgiveness from others, it would be better to just die!”


    "Or just like me! If you know that your race is hopeless, then just go all out! Don''t care about anything! Don''t regret anything!"


    “Hesitant and capricious.” Iorveth’s fingers subconsciously rubbed the flower tattoo at the root of his neck, which even turned his skin red. "She deserves to die!"


    “Alerion has mixed reviews among the elves, which is normal.” Margarita was also holding the wine glass in a daze at this time, but forgot to put it in her mouth.


    "But now, you, a Scoia''tael, are treating her. This is really..."


    ??The sorceress has a complex expression that is difficult to express.


    Obviously, this scene is beyond her comprehension now.


    But if you think about it more carefully, the causal relationship and logical sequence are not unreasonable.


    ? ? Iorveth does hate humans, and he does want to retaliate against humans with violence.


    ??But what made him start to act without any scruples, with the mentality of breaking the pot and smashing it, killing one to make up for the loss and killing two to calculate the profit, was actually Alerion''s impulse and failure two hundred years ago.


    ??Had he not foreseen the gloomy future of his race, with his reason and understanding of the situation, he probably would not have become a Scoia''tael now.


    “But let’s get back to the point, Iorveth.”


    Finally, Lan En, who had just lowered his head and ate silently, suddenly spoke.


    ?This action naturally caught the attention of everyone else.


    “You dare to take the risk and follow the traces made by me and the Tyrannosaurus all the way here. It shouldn’t be to explain your racial concepts, right?”


    "I promised Saskia that I would help her keep the secret of being a green dragon. And your next answer"


    ?? Lan En stuffed the last bite of the ham and cheese sandwich in his hand into his mouth, looked at the one-eyed elf and said.


    “This may affect your fate, Iorveth.”


    ??The witcher shrugged and subconsciously wanted to rub his grease-stained fingers, which showed that he was now in a relaxed state.


    ??But the sorceress leaning against him smiled seductively, and then grabbed the witcher''s hand in a gesture that refused to refuse.


    Put your fingers generously into the rich and gorgeous red lips.


    Sorceress never cares about others when enjoying herself.


    The one-eyed elf, after being slightly silent at this time, also pursed his lips and nodded, placing the wine glass in his hand next to the bonfire.


    He spoke sternly.


    “I came here just to seek an opportunity.”


    "Chance?"


    "Yes." Iorveth''s face, which was too cold to look like an elf because of the scars and one eye, turned to the demon hunter and the female warrior one after another.


    “A chance to truly save my race!”


    (End of this chapter)