Chapter 30: Despicable Outsider

Chapter 30: Despicable Outsider

When Coeinhearn led his men to find the human who had killed his way in, the man was pulling a sword out of one of his men's chests.

And at the man's feet, there was a pile of corpses.

Obviously, before he arrived, his men had tried to encircle this daring human.

Unfortunately, they all failed.

Looking at the young faces of those who died with their eyes open, the elves following Coeinhearn felt a surge of anger rising from their hearts.

Only Coeinhearn noticed the man's unusual appearance.

"You... no!" Coeinhearn stared at Lynn's cat-like pupils. "You're not human, you're a Witcher?"

In today's world, the number of Witchers is extremely small.

Except for the Wolf School, which still maintains the Witcher tradition, other schools have even lost their strongholds.

So much so that in this world, some people even think that Witchers are just made-up bedtime stories.

But it's clear that Coeinhearn had heard of the Witcher's deeds.

"What's going on? Don't Witchers adhere to the path of neutrality? Have you broken your oath now?"

"You attacked that caravan, and I'm the guard of that caravan. Witchers don't actively attack intelligent species, but you left me no choice."

Lynn didn't agree with the human persecution of elves.

But these Scoia'tael—or, as they call themselves now, "Children of Freedom"—were no better in Lynn's eyes.

Their hands were also stained with the blood of innocents.

Since everyone was not a good person, they shouldn't always claim to be the partners of justice.

Coeinhearn spat on the ground.

"I knew it, your so-called neutrality is just a pretense. In the end, you mutants will still stand on the side of humans."

Lynn shook his head.

"Wrong. I just don't want to stand on the side of the abusers. Besides, what do you want me to do? Do you want me to watch you slit the throats of those innocents?"

"Do you know that you're attacking a caravan? They're not even Aedirn caravans, they're Kovirians. Kovirians have never persecuted your people."

This was true.

Because Kovir was located in the northwest corner of the known world, there were very few Old Races living in Kovir and Poviss.

This was not because the locals had killed them to the point of extinction, but because Kovir and Poviss were too cold.

Dwarves and elves couldn't stand the harsh climate.

However, Lynn's statement was clearly not accepted by the other side.

An elf next to Coeinhearn roared angrily.

"But humans killed my relatives!"

Lynn also raised his voice and roared back: "Then go find the murderer who killed your relatives and take revenge! Instead of barking here like a mad dog!"

The elf commander stopped his men from further insults. He looked at the Witcher and sighed.

"It seems that we can't reach a consensus after all. Witcher, blame yourself for choosing the wrong side."

"Kill him."

The elves next to Coeinhearn drew their weapons and charged towards Lynn.

But faster than them was an arrow shot from behind Lynn.

While Lynn was talking to Coeinhearn, an elf took the opportunity to quietly climb up a big tree behind Lynn and lurked in the trunk.

And when Coeinhearn gave the order to attack, he aimed at Lynn's back and shot an arrow.

If it were an ordinary person, their attention would definitely be attracted by the elves who were killing them.

How could they have the energy to guard against arrows from behind?

But what he didn't know was that the Witcher's school medallion was not just for show. It would remind the Witcher of attacks from behind and the side.

The archer had just released the bowstring when Lynn, who felt the medallion vibrate, instinctively dodged to the side. Using the last bit of the Blizzard potion's duration, Lynn quickly grabbed the arrow he had dodged.

Then he turned around and flicked his arm.

The arrow flew back faster than it came.

A scream came.

The archer fell from the tree trunk, his arrow-pierced head hitting the ground first. His neck made a crisp sound, and his head and neck formed a shocking and strange angle.

Obviously, he couldn't survive.

The tragic death of their companion didn't distract the elves who were attacking from the front for even a second. Their attention was all focused on Lynn.

They were in unison, maintaining their formation.

They swung their weapons from different angles.

No one could block attacks from five directions at the same time.

Indeed, no one could.

But Lynn didn't need to.

He raised his hand.

The fire snake formed by the Igni sign shot towards the faces of the three elves in the middle.

Then he jumped back, dodging the two swords that were swung at him.

Then...

After two cold flashes, Lynn walked to the three elves with burns on their faces, clutching their faces and screaming...

But before he could execute the three injured elves, a double-headed sword turned into a sharp whirlwind, biting at his neck.

Lynn had to retract his execution move and jump back.

Then, the weapons in their hands turned into cold light and slashed at each other.

Clang!

The double-headed sword and the steel sword collided heavily.

Sparks were bright.

Coeinhearn's hands were gripping the double-headed sword tightly. This weapon seemed to be an extension of his hands and feet, allowing him to easily swing it into a whirlwind, with constant attacks.

Clang clang clang clang!

Continuous clanging sounds rang out, and the sparks from the collision of the blades fell like rain.

After the effect of the Blizzard potion wore off, the two sides were evenly matched.

This was normal.

After all, elves, as a race with a lifespan far exceeding that of humans, had a lot of time and energy to carefully hone their martial arts.

And Coeinhearn's advantage was more than that.

After the previous battle, Lynn's physical strength had been greatly depleted.

But Coeinhearn had not participated in the battle before.

Clang!

Realizing this, Lynn, after parrying the opponent's sword, didn't take advantage of the situation to counterattack. Instead, he jumped back and began to form a sign with one hand.

But Coeinhearn didn't give Lynn any chance to form a sign. He jumped up, and then his whole body, along with the double-headed sword, turned into a whirlwind, whistling down from the air.

The surging sword wind made Lynn seem to have to give up forming a sign and dodge aside, avoiding its edge.

The ground was cut to pieces by the surging sword wind, with ravines crisscrossing.

This was not the end.

Coeinhearn lowered his body, and the double-headed sword changed its attack, attacking Lynn's lower body from below.

Lynn kept retreating, then seized the opportunity to step on the blade of the double-headed sword.

Coeinhearn instinctively felt bad.

When he had this thought, Lynn had already swept his chest horizontally with a sword.

Unable to react in time, Coeinhearn subconsciously released the double-headed sword and retreated to dodge.

"Commander!"

One of the elves with burns on his face, although he couldn't see, still threw his long sword in the direction of the battle sound.

It was unclear if it was the blessing of the elven gods, but this throw was quite accurate.

It flew straight towards Coeinhearn.

But as soon as Coeinhearn grabbed the flying long sword, Lynn attacked again.

This time it was Lynn's turn to launch a swift attack.

The afterimages formed by the strikes of the Master Wolf School swordsmanship were one wave after another.

The screams of the blade tearing through the air were continuous.

Under Lynn's sudden burst of fierce attack, Coeinhearn was unwilling to choose a lose-lose strategy, so he focused on defense and retreated while fighting.

On the surface, he was being suppressed by the Witcher, but in fact, the two sides were still evenly matched.

He knew that Lynn's attack was extremely exhausting, even for a Witcher.

In Coeinhearn's view, a person who had already consumed too much physical strength in the previous battle was simply insane to choose such a fighting style.

Until Coeinhearn retreated while fighting, all the way to the place where Lynn had just been "interrupted" from forming a sign.

Purple light suddenly lit up from the ground, enveloping Coeinhearn.

His body seemed to be sinking into a swamp, and his parrying movements suddenly became slow.

And this was exactly the effect of the Master Yrden trap.

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