Roy had countless thoughts in his mind. If he directly asked about the spatial coordinates of the Wild Hunting World, he decided to first figure out another doubt that had been hidden in his heart.

"I have no interest in your struggles, politics, conspiracies and tricks with humanity. I just want to know how the Iron Sheedi family and Iron El in another world are related? Friendly, intimate, strangers, or hostile?"

"I'm sure Wigofotez doesn't know this secret."

The sorcerer smiled, but his eyes were not fluctuating.

"Now it's my turn to ask questions, you just need to give the answer." Roy emphasized.

She was silent for two seconds and answered as agreed.

"It's very complicated. Since you ask this, you must know the origin of the two races, so I won't repeat it. As far as I remember, due to the differences in ideas, the leaders of the two races have basically no connection. Only Ain Savigny from both sides is also a well-known person for humans. The elves are still using remote magic communication to maintain pitifully few connections."

Roy nodded, and if you have connections, you can follow the clues.

“Differences in ideas?”

"Ain El is not a farming person, but he likes to plunder the resources and essence of other civilizations to support himself... And our Ain Shedi family hates endless aggression and war. We are willing to live in peace with other races, and enjoy using our natural intelligence to transform this world and make it a perfect home."

Roy seemed to hear a huge joke and looked straight at the woman.

"I like peace, so you ordered the squirrel party to kill innocent people?"

"You are so stupid!" Francisca shook his head in disappointment, his dark golden hair elegantly brushed across his delicate side face as tender as a girl.

"Do you know that more than five hundred years ago, we, Ain Sidi, were the masters of this continent. But after the first landing, the cunning humans pretended to be friendly with us, survived and developed with our help and learned magic, and then relied on the terrifying fertility of wild animals to continue to grow."

A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of Francisca's mouth.

"In the end, humans actually raised their butcher knife to their benefactors, forced the dwarves to retreat to the caves in Mahakan Mountains, occupied the cities and cultural treasures built by the elves, and drove us into the wild and barren blue mountains!"

"We are just repaying the atrocities of mankind hundreds of years ago and regaining their former homeland!"

She stretched out her slender and fair left hand, clenched her fist, and summarized in a deep voice.

"Ain Sheedy hates war, but not cowards, cartilage! We are fighting blood for blood, and fighting teeth for teeth!"

...

When you elves descended to this world, they were also unruly to the indigenous people.

Roy's heart turned this sentence,

"So do you still think that Ain Al's concept of conquering and plundering is wrong?"

"Ain Sidi is a counterattacker, not an invader." Francisca's pure pretty face was filled with a faint white light, "but what we want is just a piece of land that allows Ain Sidi to flourish - the Valley of Flowers. After that, all actions will stop - we will never invade other countries. Otherwise, what is the difference between it and the disgusting human beings?"

Roy looked at the elf queen with strange eyes... with inexplicable backbone.

But his views on the Squirrel Party Elves changed slightly.

...

"I answered you without reservation, and now it's my turn to ask questions." The elf woman cast her scrutiny eyes. "A few years ago, Aifulin, who fled back to the Blue Mountain, sent me a message, claiming that you can help us find a land that breeds and breeds, so that my fellow countrymen will no longer shed blood and sacrifice."

"How could you say such words shamelessly? Even Emperor Niphgad didn't breathe such a big tone."

"You are obviously constantly chasing with the squirrel party, why do you repay your grudges with kindness? Is it because the blood of the elf flows in your body, or because you love Folin?"

"There are reasons for this. Love Folin is like my sister, and once brought me a wonderful memory. I don't want to see her raise her butcher knife to the innocent people in the north, and she suffered a lot in her heart and finally left inexplicably."

Roy's face was calm and sincere.

"I'm not doing this entirely for free. I want to take the transaction with you. I'll help you get a piece of land, you-"

"In the northern border, when did the witch hunter have such great power to grant the elves a piece of territory?" Francisca suddenly interrupted, his eyes cold again, "I think I understand. This time you came to see me, is to be a lobbyist for a king from the north, Vizmir II, Fultest?"

"Don't get me wrong... I've long been no longer interested in helping the king run errands." Roy smiled proudly, "The territory I mean is not in the north, nor in the south."

"Is it - another world?" The elf queen thought of something, her breathing stagnated, and she narrowed her eyes.

"You guessed it was Ayn Al's world. We were only one coordinate away from it, but the knowers in the Blue Mountains must know the answer. Finding it out and giving it to me is one of my conditions."

Francisca thought seriously.

Roy walked slowly around her with his hands on his back, admiring her slender figure as thin and slender as a doe in the woods.

"Ein Sheedy and Ein El came from the same source - from the split of Ian Woodod. After a long separation, why can't you reunite from two to one? Change your current strange relationship."

"Ain El's world is vast, and the indigenous people have long been slaughtered. The remaining territory is more than enough to accommodate ten Ain El' Heidi tribes, and there are no humans, so you can intrigue with you."

"King Oberon is old, and at the same time, the race he commanded has long lost the ancient blood that traveled through time and space on a large scale, and only the Red Knight is still daydreaming about making a comeback... And you, young, full of vitality, and have the same bloodline, why don't you come over and replace it? Then the so-called differences in ideas will no longer be a problem."

The words of the witch hunter are like the devil's bewitchment.

Never Ein Hiddy has made such a unique argument, why can't two ancient elves gather together again and live under a sky?

"You're simply fantastic!"

Francisca smiled contemptuously,

"The King of Oberon could never agree with this matter. Our differences with them are difficult to resolve. Moreover, the two worlds are thousands of miles apart, so how can I send my compatriots there?"

"Oberon, the stubborn in the wild hunt, and the teleportation problem." Roy said calmly, but his words were extremely powerful. "I'll solve it! If you agree, we can make a long-term plan until the turmoil ends tonight."

"What are you using to deal with?"

"Ancient Blood! Where do you think I know the secrets of two races from?"

Guying

Francisca suddenly seemed to be stabbed by a needle, staring at the witch hunter in disbelief, his face changing.

The ancient blood, the blood of time and space are also the blood of prophecy! But how could such a noble bloodline be related to a witch hunter?!

She suppressed her questions and shook her head stubbornly.

"No, it's not necessary. Why do I have to go through a thousand hardships to cross a world?"

"I have a better choice now. When the Second Northern War breaks out, Enshir Enris will fulfill his promise and cede the Baihua Valley. At that time, Iron Hiddy will naturally obtain his own land!"

"I agree with you..." Roy said in her words, "Enhill is still a trustworthy person. You deserve to be rewarded for making such a great sacrifice."

"But have you ever thought, before that? How many Iron Sheedy will die in the battle before you take back the Valley of Flowers?"

"This time, Niphgaard did not seize the initiative, and your assassination of the northern kings was declared defeated one after another. The Black Armored Army was destined to encounter unprecedented strong resistance, which means a protracted war."

"And what kind of army is the Squirrel Party?"

Roy asked Francisca.

The woman's shoulders trembled,

"To be decent, it is the vanguard army and the vanguard army, but in fact, it is cannon fodder."

"There is no doubt that Enhill will ask the Squirrel Party to go to the most intense battles and the highest death rate to fight bloody battles."

"That kind of place is like a meat minting farm, and the only thing the squirrels can do is to enjoy a joy before they die according to tradition."

"When the war comes to an end, how many are they left?"

"Half? Three out of ten, or - one out of ten?"

The words of the witch hunter were like a sharp knife, word by word on Francisca's heart, causing her heart to bleed.

"But it's not over yet. The last tenth of the remaining will also usher in bad luck. Ehhil, they will definitely keep harassing the north until they are exhausted, just like burning candles completely, and the candles are ashes, and when the wind blows, nothing remains."

"When Enhill recovers the north, for the sake of fame, he will definitely ask you, the elf queen he confers completely disconnect from the Squirrel Party; in order to win over the hearts of the people, he will also order you to hand over the last group of compatriots who were indiscriminately killed by the weak and the women and children, and who were more suffering from the northern people than the Black Armor Army, to whip the corpse... Let them become scapegoats, become the last sacrifice under the royal power to calm the public's anger."

Every word of Roy comes from memory of the future.

The more the elf lady thought about it, the more she felt she could not refute it, and her face was as pale as paper.

"Anid Ann Grina, Queen of Ain Sheidi..." Roy looked at the Elf Lady calmly, with a hint of pity in his eyes. "When you make a deal with Ever Hill and take over the Hundred Flowers Valley from him, and when those lucky elves breathe the free air, enjoy the fertile land and forests, and reproduce, someone can restrain the incomplete bones for the dead Squirrel Party and wash away the humiliation and infamy they have endured."

Francisco cannot answer.

"Which foreign land will their souls float on?"

Heart-wrenching questions echoed in the corridor.

Francisca raised his head and stared at the deep night outside the window, and tears as bright as pearls burst into his eyes.

Feel sorry…

She said in her heart.

But the dead children couldn't hear it.

"Self-Partners who choose Enhill, the squirrel party who is still alive will sooner or later be crushed to ashes."

Roy's voice rang again.

"Choose to believe me... sacrifices in the future and even today can be avoided."

"Today?" The woman's crisp voice added a hint of uncontrollable tremor.

"You think the action tonight is secret!" Roy stomped the floor under his feet. "The counselors of the King of the North have opened the net of heaven and earth. You and the squirrels hiding in the cellar have become turtles in the jar."

...

"Witchhunter Roy, are you standing in the north or south?"

After a long time, Francisca sighed slightly, his eyes with deep worries and entanglement.
To be continued...