Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1218 1200. Traitor and Hero

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

And it has the artistic style of the elves. It should be made by the elves.

As for Iorveth himself, he continued to just sneer as he spoke to Sakia.

"You've spent a lot of time with humans, but because you're a green dragon, you also identify with and sympathize with the Scoia'tael."

"You quickly understood our nature. Do you know why?"

"Because we are also a bunch of little brats! Youngsters! Green-headed fools!"

Iorveth's action of calling her a "little brat" did not make Sakia angry. Instead, she looked at him seriously, ready to listen to his thoughts.

But Sachia obviously didn't expect that the other party would describe himself and the group he led in this way.

Wasn't the word "little brat" used to insult me ​​just now?
"We were instigated. Someone took advantage of our impulsiveness and stupidity and deceived us with the slogan of 'freedom'. Do you think none of us have heard such words? None of us understand them?"

Looking at the stunned expressions of Sakia and Margarita, and Lann, who had been silently stuffing food into his mouth since he started talking to Sakia, Iorveth smiled, not knowing whether he was mocking himself or others.

"I say we are a bunch of fools because we know everything in our hearts, but we cannot overcome the anger and hatred in our hearts and continue to follow the path planned by others."

Iorveth used stress on the word 'others'.

He obviously not only knew that he and his group of Scoia'tael were instigated, but he also knew the role of this "other person".

"We can't overcome our own emotions. That's what we call impulse."

"We all know the truth. People always say 'don't be impulsive', but who can really do it?"

Having said that, Iorveth seemed to let go. He drank all the remaining Vermentino wine in the glass in one gulp, and even reached out to Lan En across the campfire.

And the witcher calmly reached out and poured him another glass.

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

She also pulled out an unopened bottle of Livia cherry wine from her petrified lizard leather handbag.

"The slogan 'Drive Humans Back to the Sea' is really easy to remember and catchy, and easy to spread. When people in my team are emotional, they often shout this slogan to cheer themselves up. But Ella and I know it in our hearts."

"This slogan is not meant to boost the morale of us Scoia'tael."

"This slogan is aimed at humans! It is to ignite the anger of humans! It is to make those humans who were originally neutral and had a relatively peaceful stance dislike us and hate us!"

"We, who were not the target of propaganda, rushed to the battlefield and became the so-called Scoia'tael."

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

"Nowadays, many non-human races regard us as heroes in private. This of course satisfies my vanity and sense of honor."

That sad smile seemed to be fixed on his face and could not be wiped off.

"On the contrary, people like Yarpen and Zoltan would think we are stupid and shameful, just like a young boy who sees a woman with her legs spread and dives in without thinking about who the woman is or whether there is cleanliness between her legs."

"Especially since this action will implicate others."

“But maybe in a few years, people like Yarpan who have made efforts to live in peace with humans will be called traitors, and we will be openly regarded as heroes.”

"In this world, in our history, the role reversal between traitor and hero is nothing new. Yarpan and the others know this too."

Margarita looked at Iorveth seriously. Sakia seemed to be unaware of the injury on her shoulder. Her beautiful face, which was decisive and neat, clenched her back teeth, causing her masseter muscles to bulge.

Obviously, they had not expected that the commander of a group of Squirrel Party would actually think so deeply about the situation and circumstances.

Approach the whole thing from different angles and think about it.

Margarita was fine, she just didn't care before.

Sakia was even more shocked.

Because obviously, although she felt that her ideological system had made great progress after several discussions with Lan En, 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 empathy, experience and vision.

When Sachia thought of this, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the demon hunter who was still silent and just eating with his head down.

He seemed to be the only one who remained unmoved by Iorveth's explanation. It was as if he had seen it so many times that it was no longer new to him.

"Aileen." Iorveth suddenly said to Sakia, "Carson had the opportunity to shoot you directly on the mountain road, but he hesitated and called out this name. Do you remember?"

Sakia nodded. She still remembered the elf archer from the Scoia'tael who was shouting this name before he died.

"Aileen." Iorveth repeated the name, and the complex emotions in his tone made it impossible for Sakia to distinguish.

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

"But the elders among the elves disagreed with her action, because they knew that their population was sparse and their race could not afford to fail. Once they failed, they would be doomed. The elders wanted to protect their people and let their race continue to survive. But..." "How can an old person compete with a young person in fan power? Especially since the young person is beautiful and eloquent, her proposal is honorable and fearless!"

"So the young elves followed Aelirion into battle, and were slaughtered. Mercilessly slaughtered."

"Those young people were shouting her name before they died."

Iorveth spoke calmly, sipping his wine from time to time.

"They died bravely, honorably, and with dignity, just as she had promised. But the result was only devastation and the tragic fate that our race was already doomed to."

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

"The elves live long, but only the young among us are fertile. And then, these precious young men followed Aeririon to die on the battlefield."

"The elves are beyond help."

"Humans are obsessed with lust, which is much more intense than that of elves. This allows humans to have sex day and night, regardless of location or with whomever they want. Human women can get a bloated belly as long as they sit on a man's thigh. In our eyes, the reproduction rate of humans is just like that of rabbits!"

"Historical experience tells us that in this world, only the race that is best at getting women pregnant and slitting other people's throats can grow strong and become king."

"And when it comes to murder and sex, humans are truly unmatched."

"And Elerion." Iorveth smiled, not sure if it was sarcasm or sadness, "She became a hero."

"It is said that when she was dying, she was begging someone, saying 'Forgive me, forgive me'. But if I were to say..."

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

"Let her go to hell! It's better to just die than to do something bad and then beg for forgiveness!"

"Or just like me! Knowing that your race is hopeless, just go for it! Don't worry about anything! Don't regret anything!"

"Indecisive and capricious." Iorveth's fingers subconsciously rubbed the flower tattoo on the base of his neck, even rubbing his skin red. "She deserves to die!"

"Ailerian has mixed reviews among the elves. This is normal." Margarita was also holding the wine glass in a daze at this time, but forgot to bring it to her mouth.

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

The sorceress had an indescribably complex expression.

Obviously, this scene was beyond her understanding now.

But if you think about it carefully, there is nothing unreasonable about the causal relationship and logical order.

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

But what made him start to act without scruples and with the mentality of "kill one to get back his investment or two to get a profit" was actually the impulsiveness and failure of Elerien two hundred years ago.

If he had not foreseen the bleak future of his own race, with his intelligence and understanding of the situation, he probably would not have become a member of the Squirrel Party.

"But let's get back to the point, Iorveth."

Finally, Lan En, who had just been eating silently with his head down, suddenly spoke.

This action naturally caught the attention of everyone else.

"You dared to take the risk and follow the traces left by the battle between me and the Tyrannosaurus Rex. It shouldn't be to explain your racial concept, right?"

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

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

"This may affect your fate, Iorveth."

The witcher shrugged and subconsciously wanted to lick his greasy fingers, which showed that he was in a relaxed state.

But the sorceress leaning on him smiled seductively, then pulled the witcher's hand in an irresistible manner.

Bury your fingers boldly in those rich, bright red lips.

The sorceress never cared about others when she was enjoying herself.

The one-eyed elf, after a brief silence, pursed his lips and nodded, placing the wine glass in his hand next to the campfire.

He said this seriously.

"I came here just to seek an opportunity."

"Chance?"

"Yes." Iorveth's face, which was so cold and hard that it didn't look like an elf because of the scar and the one eye, turned to the witcher and the female warrior first.

"A chance to actually save my race!"

(End of this chapter)