Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 412

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 412]

“It seems like an exaggeration to say it’s a new love,” Shire said, “but they are dating.”

“Yeah.” Dorothy couldn’t help smiling when Ciel approved, “We’ll be here forever.”

“I see.” Sarah pretended to be calm, “…let’s look at the wand.”

Walking among the ruined gravel, she stopped quickly and picked up the broken white basswood wand.

It’s broken.

Ciel saw the basswood wand snap from it.

The pale wood branches have been broken, and the precise core material is exposed from it. Its color is green, and the cut is rough. The technique was originally closely linked, but now it is disconnected from it.

The white basswood wand has more inscriptions on it than any other wand, and it’s clearly a work of hard work.

Sarah picked it up, then froze for a long time.

“What?” Charles saw that Sarah was very tired.

“This world wasn’t originally like this.” She stared at the broken wand in her hand. “It used to be warm and full of… light.”

“You mean sunshine?” Charles took a deep breath, his nose filled with cold air.

He still remembered that when he first came in, he was warm, bathed in the scorching light, and the whole world was golden and red, not as gray as it is now.

“If the weather warmed up, the swamp would rain heavily and wash away the miasma and poisonous water,” Sarah said. “But now, the water keeps sinking in the swamp. We envy Loman, where people live in warm and secure land. superior.”

“Ordinary Lomans and ordinary wizards, who long for a stable life, are now forced to kill each other because of the ambitions of a few,” said Shire.

“What will you do to the inhabitants of the Everglades now that we are defeated?” Sarah put away the broken white basswood wand.

“The Corpse Throwing Swamp should be able to elect a delegation to negotiate a truce with me.”

“I heard you’ve prepared a tough clause,” Sarah said.

“Yes. Trial war criminals, garrison control, restore order,” Charles said.

“What kind of order?”

“The order in which the Lomans and the wizards coexist, or in other words, the order in which the wizards live under the kingdom of Sitania.”

“Sounds… um… won’t this be the origin of the next conflict?”

“I have to speak up for the victims of this catastrophe, or no one will hear their cry,” Ciel said. “The wizards must be knocked to the ground and never be able to rise again.”

“…” Sarah shuddered. “Then what am I? I help you… to deal with my fellow siblings? I thought it was over… After killing the Wizard King…”

“Sarah,” said Ciel, “I have to annex the wizards and all your systems and populations, or I will leave a disaster for future generations. If fusion is not carried out now, similar wars will continue to occur in the future, Loman. The descendants of people and wizards will still fight each other. In order to fight for the living space, the two groups will kill each other until the other side is destroyed. But if we unite and end the ideology of the wizards’ self-arrogance and self-separation, we will Cooperation can be reached. In the future, we will not only have the Everglades and Hittania, but a farther and grander cause.”

“You…what do you want to do?”

“I will revive in my name the other schools that were perished by the Dragon School,” said the Shire, “so that I shall be the patron of many wizards, and the borders of the corpse swamp shall be the new kingdom of Hytania. At the border, I will migrate the centers of the great schools out of the swamp and let them exist in name only. At the same time, I will establish a wizarding school in Hitania, making it a new witchcraft center as the official state of the kingdom of Hitania. An institution that allows a new generation of wizards to grow up under the supervision of Citania.”

“Wizard school…”

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” said Ciel. “I vividly remember your desire to build a school of wizards to teach others witchcraft. I’ll give it to you now, Sarah, and you’ll be the academy. The first headmaster of the school, you will be famous in history, and these things we have done will be passed down from generation to generation by Loman and wizards. In the future, wizards will no longer be synonymous with mysterious and weird, and becoming wizards will not be hostile, nor will they be punished. In the face of discrimination and misunderstanding, it will only become the most common occupation in Hittania society, a very common identity, like craftsmen, knights, priests and demon hunters. To sum it up in one word, I will Let the wizard become secularized, and the original form will forever be the past tense.”

Secularization.

This concept made Sarah understand everything in an instant.

“I…” Sarah couldn’t help nodding, “…you’re right…the days of staying in the swamp, isolated from the world, and treated as a monster by others, may be gone forever. ”

“Only if we do our best and find a way to polish this new order, it will be gone forever. The two sides may be involved in differences at first, and there will be many complaints about it, but over time, five or ten years, it will be The effect will gradually appear, and people will get used to it and get used to it. A hundred years later, people may still be angry at today’s events. After a thousand years, today’s bloody vendetta is just a page in history, and no one will mention it again, because we have no There is a conflict of core interests.”

“You are different from the others,” Sarah was moved, “if it were those Lorman princes, maybe they would think of breaking into the swamp, beheading them, burning the ancestral tree of An’athath to ashes, and making us become Rootless vagabonds can only seek new homes elsewhere on the mainland.”

“That doesn’t mean I’ll be lenient,” Ciel said. “Too many wizards are worth a thousand cuts, and they’ve done countless insane things, and I have to make them punished and patrol the swamp. Suppressing dissent and rebels, you won’t like that.”

“I can understand. It’s good for everyone. Thank you, Ciel.” Sarah put away the scattered wands. “Some are broken, but many are still in good condition, but a specific spell is required to use the wand. , they are called the spell of liberation, only the king of wizards has recorded their liberation method, but I will find a way to find the corresponding recovery from the ancient books, and as soon as I find the answer, I will bring the liberation method and wand with me Here it is. If you can successfully use the Skybreaker Wand, Silver Wand and Slaughter Gun Wand, I am afraid that your strength can really reach the peak of the world.”

“Take your time,” said Charles. “I know you’re tired too.”

Sarah feels that there are things she can’t do now, and it will be even more late in the future.

She stroked Ciel’s neck, and Ciel responded proactively. He wrapped his arms around Sarah’s waist, and their eyes met, and then they kissed.

“You’re much prettier than ever.” Ciel leaned close to Sarah’s body, sniffing her hair.

“Welcome back.” Sarah buried her head in Ciel’s arms, “I feel more at ease than ever.”

Out of their sight, the wizards gathered around the corpse of the Wizard King, watching the charr embrace Sarah.

A Loman finally captured the heart of a witch, which made their expressions complicated, and their state of mind was even more indescribable. They exchanged glances a little, and their thoughts were different, but now, as prisoners, they knew that if they resisted, they would be killed. You can only mourn for the corpse of the King of Wizards, while silently accepting everything in front of you.

Beside the Sorcerer King, there are also hundreds of faceless mothmen, squatting densely beside the Sorcerer King, with their hands folded in front of their chests in prayer.

Among them, there are also a few golden holy gold moths, emitting a slight heat from them, keeping this silent world from freezing completely.

The other moths gathered around them with a hazy feeling.

If no one disturbs, the moths will continue to guard like this, immortal and immortal.

While mourning for the wizard king, the wizards looked at the moths, standing with them gave them a strange sense of harmony, as if these moths were the wizards’ friends, it seems that only the moths are willing to be side by side with the wizards coexist.

Up to now, they understand the pursuit of the wizard king better than in the past.

Chapter 505 Pattern

After the death of the Sorcerer King, the Great Swamp was thrown into chaos.

As far as the information collected by the Ciel, the surviving wizards have split into at least three new factions.

The first part of the people is the old part of the Dragon School. They are worried that they will be counterattacked by the charr. They frantically promote the mortal hatred between the Lomans and the wizards. They call on all wizards to assemble and do their best to prevent the charr from entering the swamp, claiming to be the king of wizards. For revenge, there are quite a number of them, with Mara Chure as the leader, her husband Samiris and son Litio were both killed by Charles, this hatred has been deeply rooted and cannot be resolved at all.

The second part of the wizards claimed to be the defenders of the swamp. They were the remnants of the old school who were slaughtered and purged by the Dragon School. They struggled to survive under the high pressure of the Dragon School. The long-term crimes of the Dragon School openly declared that they would completely end the history of the Dragon School.

Although they have a common enemy, as the name suggests, the Swamp Defenders value the independence of the Great Swamp and do not seem to pay compensation. They also refuse the entry of the Lomans, and say that if the Lomans dare to cross the border, waiting for their Only death.

The third part of the wizard is led by a wizard with eccentric behavior, his name is Orifama Murong, who once talked to the king of wizards about the urgency of destroying demons, was blasted out, but escaped and returned to the swamp After that, he continued his advocacy work, reminding wizards to let go of their stereotypes, come forward, and do their part to defend the world.

So, the remaining wizards either chose to stay out of it entirely, or simply follow Orifama in preparation for the arrival of the charr.

Before entering the Great Swamp and completing the final finishing touches, Ciel also participates in a meeting held in the Ruined Hall of Forestside to discuss the future of Forestside.

This is a traditional border province. Count Chris de Forest has been operating here for many years. His prestige is very high, and he has gone through battles. He is deeply trusted by local nobles and people. However, he was very willing to put down the air, constantly courting Ciel, trying to make more profit for his family, and to keep his dignity when dividing the sphere of influence after the war, so as to avoid being exploited by Rocher.

Rocher’s attitude is to strengthen the centralization and return the power to the queen, and Chris can already foresee all the terrible demands she makes.

Even though he was working in various ways, with Rocher’s arrival, he couldn’t help but sigh.

“God bless me.” Count Chris looked up at the gray sky.

Ciel stood on the broken city wall, looking at the approaching team in the distance.

Twenty-four knights took the lead, and they all changed into a suit, with burqas in their armor and coats, wearing visors, and holding high spears in their hands, with lion cross banners tied to the spear tips, whistling in the wind.

After these knights, Rocher arrived in a carriage, which was plain in style, not originally a luxury, nor worthy of a decent aristocracy, but every effort was made to adorn the Queen’s chariot to make it look gleaming, with four corners. Set with gold and jewels, tassels and strips of color cover up the rough textures.

The coachman was also a fully-armed soldier. He got out of the car and greeted Rocher with several servants.

She is not as fully armed as she used to be, wearing a crown of pearls and gold rings, a jewel pendant around her neck, and a violet and gold robe of fine workmanship, with bells at the corners of her skirt, and she looks prettier than before, and Charles caressed unconsciously. own heartbeat.

“Ooh!”

“Honorable Queen of Sitania!”

“finally come!”

“I welcome you on behalf of the people of Limbenberg.” Count Chris stood on the shattered ruins of the gatehouse and greeted Rocher.

“I hope Earl Forest is well.” Rocher returned the salute with a mean expression.

This icy face made Chris quite nervous. He couldn’t guess what Roche was thinking, so he could only wait for Roche to slow down her tense expression.

He didn’t know that she would never relax, and he stood there biting his head, looking more and more depressed.

“Rocher.” Charles jumped down from the city wall, walked up to her, and shook hands with her.

“Your Excellency Ciel.” Rocher greeted Ciel, “Another brilliant victory that is worth remembering forever.”

“It should be,” said Charles. “Let’s go in.”

Rocher nodded to the other Limbenburg nobles behind Chris, indicating that he noticed their presence. Their anxious nerves relaxed, and they all breathed a sigh of relief, making way for Rocher and her soldiers, etc. After they entered the castle, they walked in slowly.

There are still many people who don’t know whether to go to the meeting or not.

“What shall we do?” asked Kaelin of Vycuve to the Shire. “The people of Limbranch ask not much.”

“Don’t worry, Rocher will reward you generously and bring as many people in as possible,” said Charles.

“Thank you.” Kailin was waiting for this answer. He turned to greet the generals of the dozen or so uprising troops, plus representatives from many villages, and quickly followed the nobles.

The lords in Limbian Castle turned to see the group of Kailin, their expressions became more and more complicated, and they knew that the next meeting would be full of tugs and noises.

“We also want to set up some property in Linbian Castle.” Claire and several demon hunters stood aside.

“Hey hey—” Elijah had no plans and quickly grabbed Claire.

“It doesn’t matter,” Ciel said. “You two will go in and listen, and if there is any interesting topic, join in.”

“Okay.” Claire walked in confidently, Elijah following helplessly.

“Speaking of which, what about the culprit of this war? Where did those wizards go? They should declare their surrender.” Luo Dan asked.

“It’s hard to do,” Ciel said. “The swamp is now split into a mess of sand. There are many factions, and there are still fights within. Under such circumstances, it is difficult to even seek revenge from them or ask for compensation.”

“Then we can only settle accounts with those wizards who have been captured.” Luo Dan said, “They are all annoying.”

“They can’t collect the war reparations, I’m afraid they can only pay the bills with human heads. As for real money, valuable raw materials, potions and magic items, they will need to wait for the Great Swamp to completely settle before they can get them.” Ciel said, “Sarah Although she has a certain reputation, she is not qualified to speak on behalf of the inhabitants of the entire swamp. I asked her to take my request back to the swamp.”

“Request? The terms proposed that day?”

“Yes, I tell the split factions to decide for themselves whether to surrender or continue to resist, so that they can be easily divided into two parts. Then I will receive the surrendered wizards, clean up the stubborn ones, and things will be easy.”

“Many people will definitely not be able to accept it.” Luo Dan said.

“The wizard king is dead, and the rest are not difficult to deal with,” said Ciel.

“It’s our turn to let the wizard’s blood flow into the river.” Luo Dan was very excited, “Master, the people of the whole territory will cheer for this.”

“Something has to be done,” said Ciel. “How are the hunters? I see you roaming the country every day on horseback.”

“That’s not loitering. The hunter ranger must use his sharp eyes to grasp the overall situation.” Luo Dan said.

People came and went, they saw some servants moving things in the castle, changing the decoration of the castle, those flags, carpets and statues, which were previously replaced by wizards’ favorite styles, are now restored as much as possible, and the past. Just as solemn and refined.

There are two people carrying a huge oil painting, drawing the scene of the harvest festival on the 29th of the autumn moon, which seems to be a characteristic folk custom of a certain place in Loman. Shire saw that the farmers put the straw piles and the dragon bust together, and put the two The people burned together, dancing around the sky-high fire, and the dragon statue became more and more blurred in the flames.

People cheered the dragon’s death, but is it done once and for all?

“Are you familiar with this festival?” Charles asked.

“I’ve heard that the inhabitants of Silent Hold celebrate the slaying of the dragon.”

“How did the villagers slaughter dragons?”

“I forgot the details. It seems that it launched an attack while the dragon was hibernating and got into the cave. It was a knife to kill the last dragon in the area. It happened almost three hundred years ago.” Luo Dan said.

“How do you feel about dragons?” Ciel asked.

[End of This Chapter]