Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job properly

Toluvel was wearing a black cotton-padded jacket and a brown linen shirt underneath the leather jacket.

The collar of the shirt was very loose, and the scenery exposed when the female elf bent down instantly attracted Wayne's attention.

However, Wayne only admired it for a second or two and then withdrew his gaze. He met Toluvel's eyes, showed a cheerful smile that only a teenager can have, and said:

"Of course, Toluvel, thank you for the invitation. I'm a little hungry too."

The female elf didn't notice Wayne's little movement. She nodded and made way for the exit of the tent. After Wayne climbed out of the tent, she walked side by side with him and led him towards the camp.

Perhaps because it was dinner time, the camp was particularly lively at this time. Elves, dwarves, and halflings, men and women, old and young, were lining up in an orderly manner around three steaming cauldrons to get food.

Wayne roughly counted the residents in the camp, which totaled about a hundred people. Judging from their clothing and equipment, there were about thirty people who could serve as soldiers and participate in the battle.

Noticing Wayne's gaze, Toluvel pursed her lips, and then said in a calm and sad tone:

"There were more than 300 of us at first, and we fled here from the capital of Kovind, Ad Kalai. Half of us fell on the road and were brutally killed by the soldiers of Kovind."

"The two villagers we let go yesterday discovered our whereabouts."

"I'm not sure if they will tell the truth, so I can only treat them as prisoners and lock them up."

Wayne nodded in understanding. In order to protect the safety of his own people and prevent them from being tracked by Kovind's soldiers, not to mention capturing the witnesses, even killing them was what he had to do.

Following Toluvel, they came to a relatively clean bonfire, where a dozen elves and dwarves dressed as warriors were dining. After seeing the female elf leader, they all showed respect and stood up to salute her.

Obviously, Toruviel enjoys a very high status among this group of inhuman races.

As soon as the two found a blanket to sit down, a female elf came over with two bowls of hot food and handed them to their hands respectfully.

Wayne plucked some potatoes, meat cubes, beets and gnocchi into the bowl casually. The food looked pretty good. No matter how it tasted, at least it was rich in ingredients.

He took a sip of the soup. It was sweet, salty, and barely palatable. Of course, it was completely incomparable to his cooking skills, and it couldn't be called delicious at all.

Wayne picked out a spoonful of meat with a spoon, stuffed it into his mouth, and said casually:

"This is still within the borders of Kaedwen, and there are human villages and towns all around you."

"Toluvel, maybe you should escape further, such as in the virgin forest of the Blue Mountains. There are few people there, the roads are rugged, and there are monsters all year round, so it is difficult to be discovered by humans."

The female elf leader also took a sip of soup and put the wooden bowl aside.

She stared at the blazing bonfire, snorted, and said firmly:

"I will not run away from Kovind. There are countless compatriots here who are facing life-threatening danger and are waiting for our rescue."

"Humans treat us as fat sheep and slaughter them at will."

"However, I will tell them that elves are not cowards. When faced with swords, we will also pick up swords. When faced with death, we will also die in return. No one can deprive us of the right to survive."

Seeing that the topic was a bit heavy, Wayne sighed, but still said bluntly:

"There are too many humans, and their soldiers are well-equipped and professionally trained for warfare."

"You have very few soldiers. It is impossible to defeat them in a direct battle. When faced with their encirclement and suppression, you cannot even protect yourself."

"What you have to do now is to preserve your strength, keep a low profile, and find more inhuman races who are willing to resist."

"Only when you unite with enough strength and have the ability to protect yourself, will mankind truly hear your voice, instead of treating you as thieves and bandits and killing you at will."

Seeing Toluvel looking towards him, Wayne thought for a moment and couldn't help but say a few more words:

"The power of elves is actually not weak. You have a long lifespan. You are neither lazy nor stupid. In any industry, you can rely on experience and technology to become master-level craftsmen. If conditions permit, you can rely on these technologies to quickly To accumulate wealth and accumulate strength.”

"It's just that the number of elves is too scattered. In any city or village, you will always be only a minority, and you will never have the power to resist."

"But the entire northern countries, all the elves combined, are a force that no country dares to underestimate."

"So, what you lack is a flag, a good leader who can unite you."

"Perhaps, one day, when the elves get back together, have thousands of soldiers, occupy a certain territory, and under the leadership of a wise leader, they can rebuild the kingdom of the elves and be reborn through blood. "

Listening to Wayne's words, Toluvel was silent for a long time, and then asked in a slightly expectant voice:

"You're an elf with ideas, Wayne."

"You know how to resist, how to protect yourself, how to fight."

"Perhaps you should join our cause and help our compatriots stay away from human persecution."

"Fight to liberate the inhuman race."

Looking at the expectant look in the female elf's eyes, Wayne couldn't help but reveal an awkward smile. As a young man with a modern soul, it's okay for him to make small talk, but let him really engage in the cause of liberating a race. , to be honest, he was not mentally prepared for this at all.

Wayne coughed lightly, tried to keep his voice as calm as possible, and refused:

"Sorry, Toruviel, I am a demon hunter and must maintain a neutral attitude."

"I know my abilities very well, and I can't do it to the extent of sacrificing my life for others."

Toluvel was a little disappointed when he heard this. The neutral code of conduct of the demon hunters has been widely circulated in the north for hundreds of years, so it is not surprising.

She took a wine bottle from her waist, raised her head and took a deep sip, exhaled a breath, then handed it to Wayne's hand and said:

"Try it, Wayne. This is the cider I brewed myself. It is an exclusive recipe my mother taught me. This is probably the only thing she left me."

"Your opinion is very pertinent, Wayne, and I will seriously consider it."

Looking at Toluvel's beautiful face that was starting to flush from the alcohol, Wayne took the wine bottle with some hesitation, put it to his mouth and took a sip.

Not to mention, it tastes really good, with a sweet and alcoholic taste and a light floral fragrance. Even in modern society, it is still a good drink.

He squinted his eyes and took another sip, raised his head and exhaled, thought for a few seconds, and then said to the female elf:

"Toruvel, although it is impossible for us demon hunters to join your cause and become enemies of all human society."

"But we can be friends. It is not unacceptable to help friends solve their commissions without violating the principle of neutrality."