Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Geralt was prepared for their attack, almost more carefully than he was against a basilisk. Basilisk is a very dangerous monster. The reason why he compared the five elves with this kind of thing was because they were wearing full armor.

, the weapons in his hands are also military.

This means that the witcher's sword is useless against them.

"He, can you still cast spells?"

"There is no need to cast spells to deal with them." He Shenyan said lightly and faced a male elf rushing towards him.

The guy held a long sword in his hand, flashing with cold light, and struck the mage on the head, shouting: "Wizard! Don't even think about reciting a spell in front of me!"

"No need to chant a spell."

The mage's reaction seemed very dull. He took a step forward, and strangely came to the elf in an instant, and then stretched out his right hand. Even Geralt didn't see clearly what he did. He only knew that the elf flew upside down.

He went back, leaving his head and sword in the wizard's hands.

Blood spurted out.

"Laurice!"

The remaining four elves were originally heading towards Geralt. They may have agreed that sending one soldier to deal with the mage was enough. The real threat was the cat's eye with the sword. But after seeing the way the elf died, one of them

Two people changed their direction and ran towards the mage.

"You must pay for his death with your life!"

"Then it depends on whether you can do it or not."

The mage smiled and spat out a trash talk, threw the elf's head on the ground, and kicked it away like a ball. The bloody head hit an attacker's helmet squarely, knocking him over.

.The remaining one was stabbed through the chest by him with a sword after he approached.

The metal armor was pierced like paper. Logically speaking, only blunt weapons can cause effective damage to this kind of full-body plate armor. However, the mage just stabbed it in with a sword. The elf's eyes widened.

, a trembling scream came from the throat.

He Shenyan gently retracted his hand, raised his foot and put it on the elf's chest, causing him to fall to the ground. The knocked over elf was lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Compared with his ease, Geralt's side was much more dangerous. He didn't bring the sword the mage made for him when he went out this time, just ordinary steel swords and silver swords. The witcher now regrets his decision.

, because his sword was really useless against metal armor. As a last resort, he had to keep dodging.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the mage standing aside watching the show. Geralt couldn't help but yelled: "Help! Stop watching the show there!"

"I thought you could handle them."

He Shenyan shrugged, moved his fingers, and two stones flew out of the soil accurately, then whizzed past at high speed, accurately hitting the back of the two elves' heads, and then nailed them through the forehead.

on the tree trunk.

They fell to the ground with a thud, white brains and blood flowing out from the holes in their helmets, and heat rising up. The demon hunter gasped, looking at his blade full of gaps with distress, and couldn't help but

Kicked an elf.

"Damn it, when did the Scoia'tael get the full-body plate armor? They didn't even remove Kaedwen's emblem." Geralt said bitterly.

"Didn't you listen to what the female elf said? It was stolen."

"I don't think this gang of gangsters have the ability to steal things from a well-defended military warehouse and come back alive. And if such a big thing happened, we must have heard someone talking in the tavern just now."

"makes sense."

He Shenyan nodded. He left one alive, the guy who was knocked unconscious by his companion. The mage walked up to him, stretched out his hand to lift him up, and threw him to the still stunned woman.

Near the elves.

"When did you become so strong?"

"Oh, how many times do I have to say this, Geralt?" The mage spread his hands impatiently. "Physical strengthening!"

Geralt looked at him suspiciously. After a while, he suddenly said something that made He Shenyan couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes: "Can it be used in that way?"

"You're fucking hopeless, Geralt."

"Now I'm sure of the answer." The demon hunter showed an overjoyed smile. "Can you teach me after this is done?"

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where am I?

Young Leotini thought deliriously: Am I dead?

"For now, you haven't."

A strange voice responded to her, using the common language of mankind, with a noble accent that even a country elf like her could recognize.

noble?

Leotini opened her eyes, and her memory returned. She looked at the man in black robe standing not far away with hatred. His handsome face made her even more angry to the elf - it was a human! Why can humans

To have all the good things? And they have to be evicted, kicked out of their homes, killed, collared like animals and wallowing in the mud?!

The man stared at her with his deep black eyes, smiling casually at the anger and hatred in her eyes.

"You might want to take a look around, ma'am."

around?

Just one glance sent chills all over her body. The flame of hatred was extinguished, and she saw four corpses. There was also blood, of course - the dead were always accompanied by blood.

Blood everywhere.

If it was human, she would be very happy. But the same bright red blood belonged to her compatriots. This made Leotini's heart suddenly become cold, and she couldn't help but shed tears. Only then did she realize that she was tied up.

He got up. The broken left hand was no longer bleeding, but it still hurt, and the bone stubble was exposed to the air.

"What did you do?" she asked tremblingly. "Murderer!"

"It's surprising to hear this from an elf who was hiding in the shadows and attacking me with arrows. Madam, I'm impressed by your double standards."

The man's smile became a little meaner: "But, they died for you, remember this, madam. They didn't have to die, but you attacked me and were captured by me. And your companions

They rushed out of the woods and died trying to save you."

He said softly in a vicious, slow, and very chilling tone: "They died for you, and their deaths were worthless - remember?"

Leotini trembled and cried, nodding repeatedly, and she began to obey unconsciously. She didn't know why she was like this. Maybe in ten years, she would understand, but now, she is just a crying elf.

"Good, now, let's do another thing."

The man came to her, squatted down, and looked into her eyes. Leotini felt an incomparable determination and strength from those black eyes. She was dazzled and even felt a splitting headache.

What happened? Am I looking at the king? Leotini overturned this guess-no, no.

She felt a deep-seated fear. The person she was looking at was not a human being, not a monster, not the little evil monster in the story who stole children, but a real devil who wanted to eat people. Stepping out of the myth, she was in front of her.

before.

The devil is right across from her.

"Tell me." The man's voice was calm. "Which warehouse did you get the weapons you stole from?"

"High Rock City..." Leotini sobbed, feeling ashamed of her cowardice, but she couldn't help but obey whatever he said. "A team of guards paid us to take everything away."

"That doesn't make sense at all, madam. You are Scoia'tael. I don't think the king's soldiers will charge you to take your weapons and equipment and come back to continue massacring those unarmed villagers."

"What I said is true, and we have never killed civilians!"

"I can also say that I have never killed an elf, what do you think? Do you agree?"

The man smiled and pointed at the corpses around him.

"It's true..." She sobbed and nodded repeatedly, almost breaking down.

"How to prove it?"

The conversation ended here, and the man asked no more questions. Leotini knew in her heart that she did not kill civilians, and neither did her compatriots. Because their leader refused. But will this man believe it? Will he let me go?

He has killed four people...

Oh, gods, please let him let me go. Leotini cried in her heart.

The gods responded to her.

She saw the man nodded towards her and said softly: "Go to sleep."

Her consciousness fell into darkness.

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"I can't believe you didn't kill those two elves."

"It's not necessary. Keeping them is actually a kind of shock. Of course I can kill them and run away, but after suffering such a tragedy, will the local Scoia'tael abandon their principles and retaliate against the civilians? That's my question.

I can’t say for sure. Although the food in that tavern is average in taste, it’s quite generous, Geralt.”

"That's the only good thing about that place, oh, and maybe the table."

He Shenyan rode on the horse and shook his head at the demon hunter: "That female elf didn't lie. Do you know what this means?"

"Political struggle, what else can it be?"

Geralt said quietly: "I have seen too many kings, mayors and self-righteous senators. In their eyes, no matter they are humans, elves, dwarves or halflings, they are all chips in their hands.

It is something that can be exchanged for more benefits, not a living person."

"Moreover, High Rock City is the capital of Kaedwen. These Scoia'tael gangs bribed soldiers and stole a bunch of military equipment from the capital of Kaedwen - the place with the worst treatment of non-human races in the world."

Te concluded. "Even the water ghosts in the sewers will think I'm talking nonsense."

"I have a very dangerous guess in my mind," the mage said. "Perhaps, the child was not killed by the Scoia'tael or any elves, and the arrow... was not shot by them."

Geralt nodded and said nothing more. His heart gradually sank, just like when he was in the forest. Even though they had left the damp and cold place and returned to the road, he still felt cold to the bone.