"So hatred grows for each other. Those poor people who are driven out of their homes or whose family members are killed - dwarves and elves will find ways to come back with revenge. The Scoia'tael are such a team. They hide in the forest and kill anyone who enters them.

Human beings in the territory. Whether they are old or young, whether they are soldiers or civilians."

"madness."

He Shenyan only gave these two words, not knowing whether he was talking about the king or the Scoia'tael. But the attacker who shot arrows at him obviously thought he was talking about the latter. The mage raised his head from the horse,

The shape of an arrow was reflected in his pupils. In his field of vision, time was slowed down.

The expression on Geralt's face was gradually turning serious. The mage could see his gesture of squeezing Quen's seal, as if he wanted to put a shield on him, and also saw that his other hand was slowly raised to pull it out.

The sword was broken. And He Shenyan did not choose to cast a spell. The arrow was getting closer and closer. If he didn't dodge, the arrow would directly pierce his eye socket.

——Actually, there is no need for him to hide.

He Shenyan sat on the horse and raised one hand, holding the arrow firmly in his hand. He heard a shocked gasp coming from a tree not far away.

Even Geralt showed this emotion. He asked in surprise: "When did you practice this skill?"

"Physical enhancement...did you forget?"

He Shenyan smiled at him and threw the arrow out with his backhand. The arrow was thrown out with his bare hands at the speed of a crossbow. It flew through the forest and accurately hit the attacker.

Two minutes later they found her on horseback.

An elf.

She fell to the ground, one leg was penetrated by an arrow, and she could not move. Because she fell from the tree, one of her hands was turned over. Bone stubble pierced the skin, and blood was gurgling out. Despite this, this young woman

The elves still looked at them with hatred in their eyes, and the mage's handsomeness had no effect at all.

"It seems that your face doesn't work every time." Geralt said.

He Shenyan glanced at him and said nothing. He got off his horse and came to the female elf. Her face was full of hatred, but she still couldn't suppress the fear in her heart. This fear came out through her fierce words: "I really

I wish I had shot two arrows instead of one, you damn human!"

"Shh."

He Shenyan raised a finger and touched her lips. The elf was stunned for a moment, then immediately opened his mouth and bit it viciously. No blood or bitten off fingers or anything like that appeared. On the contrary, the elf...

He Shenyan didn't even bite him, and He Shenyan had already withdrawn his hand at some point.

"You are very irritable, lady."

The mage said lightly, and then made a gesture. Orange light emerged in the forest, and the elf's expression quickly became dull.

"What are you going to do? We agreed beforehand that there are many brothels in other countries near Kaedwen with elven girls."

"...I'm allergic to elves recently, Geralt. And I'm not the type to do this kind of thing. Can you just shut up and let me finish the job?"

The witcher who was asked to shut up also turned over and dismounted, holding the steel sword in his hand and shrugged.

The mage stretched out his hand and pressed it on the elf's thigh, and the arrow moved out strangely. It was not pulled out from the wound, nor was it broken and the remaining section of the arrow shaft was taken out. Instead, it was completely ignored.

This thing in the thigh simply moved out and completely left the space between the muscles and bones.

He Shenyan stretched out his hand to hold the arrow. The prismatic mark on the tail was very eye-catching. Without saying anything, he stretched out his hand and cast a small healing spell to stop the bleeding on the elf's leg and prevent him from bleeding to death.

.As for her hands, the mage has no intention of taking care of them.

He raised the arrow and asked, "Where did this kind of arrow come from?"

"They were stolen from the warehouse of the human army, as well as armor and other weapons." The elf replied in a daze.

"How many people have you killed?"

"I don't know how many others killed, but I killed seventeen soldiers."

"No civilians?"

"Civilians will not enter the forest, and our leader also asked us not to kill civilians. She said that the targets of our revenge should be those who massacred us. I don't understand, but those civilians also spit on us."

He Shenyan and Geralt looked at each other.

"There is something fishy going on." The demon hunter expressed his speculation. "If what this elf said is true."

"Her mind is completely under my control. Of course she is telling the truth. But I would also like to know why you didn't ask the boss if there were any missing children in the tavern at that time."

"A witcher will get into trouble if he asks this kind of thing." Geralt nodded at him. "Believe me, it will always happen."

Then, he raised the steel sword and released a Quen shield for himself. He quietly stamped his feet, and He Shenyan stood up, still talking, showing no signs of vigilance: "

Yes, the truth still needs to be investigated.”

"Trace? Human pig, check this!"
Chapter completed!