Chapter 33 Everyone is happy

Author: Ivan the Terrible

Chapter 33 Everyone is happy

"The emblem of the empire, damn, this definitely has something to do with the Nilfgaardians. They are probably the ones leading all this behind the scenes!"

Viator kicked the small shield crest on the ground, which was a bit broken but could still see the golden sun.

The quality of this coat of arms is obviously very good, because even after such an explosion, it is still lying here well, only partially damaged.

And this just revealed to everyone who walked here after the explosion what they didn't know, that is, the imperial intervention they didn't know about.

"Don't destroy the evidence, Viato, come and put these away. This is a very important thing and will be handed over to our King in the future."

Hemei said as she looked at the big hole created by the magic explosion above her head.

The explosion turned the dilapidated hall into complete ruins, with only a few low walls remaining.

It is estimated that after a few years of wind and rain, there will be nothing left here.

And everyone who saw this scene could only be glad that they were not at the center of the explosion. If they were here, they would have to...

Herme picked up an object from the ground. Ben Ad's learning experience told him that it was a broken staff.

The floor of the Elf Palace was also full of scorched black color, and Hemei also noticed that the vegetation growing on the floor was basically all withered. Some kind of extremely powerful poison - or plague - had been sprinkled here.

After seeing the plague demon spirit, Hemei also thought of something. After all, if the plague demon spirit wants to appear, the plague is necessary.

After confirming that the guy who was blown to pieces was a warlock from Nilfgaard, he almost determined what all this was about.

He fell into a conspiracy. The Nilfgaardians and the Scoia'tael arranged this conspiracy together, and the plague spirit was what they prepared for themselves.

The deadly battle between the Scoia'tael here is presumably part of these guys' plan.

Thinking of this, he was a little scared. If it weren't for the Cliff emblem in his hand, he would really be finished here...

Then he firmly decided to go see Rasit after returning to Harkland. He had to ask the high priest Cliff what was going on.

While Herme was still thinking about what was going to happen, several soldiers from the Aedirian Special Forces walked over to the body that had turned into pieces and collected the body and various broken items.

"I feel like taking this thing away is completely useless."

Viato watched the soldiers carefully pick up the bodies,

"Isn't this just a piece of rotten corpse? What else can be done with it?"

"The kingdom will probably use this to accuse the Nilfgaardians of violating the peace treaty. It is still useful. However, the men in black will definitely not admit it. It will definitely still be a war of words, with both sides blaming each other, and then it will be endless."

Hemei said subconsciously, he knew with his butt what this thing would be used for, it was just the same thing.

Although these are still very important in the diplomatic game, he has no interest at all and it has nothing to do with him anyway.

Hermey's attention quickly moved away from this useless thing, because in this "palace" that was almost in ruins, Hermey saw something that attracted his attention even more.

It was a statue of a female elf. The ancient elf craftsmen carved all the beauty of the female elf onto the statue. The statue was full of artistic beauty.

What Herme didn't know was that Eldan had often looked at this statue.

But even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

But it wasn't the art that attracted Hemei, but because, in such a magical explosion, this thing was so close to the center of the explosion, but nothing happened at all, which was very interesting.

"War of words? What's the point? Ah, Master Hemei, what are you doing here?"

Viator was still discussing what happened just now, but Hermey had already walked to the statue.

Herme looked at the statue carefully. After a closer look, he discovered that although the explosion did not destroy the statue, it still had cracks in it.

This crack makes people feel that if they knock it a few more times, the entire statue will break into pieces.

Subconsciously, Hemei pulled out his long sword and hit the statue several times with the hilt. After he hit it a few times, the statue broke into pieces.

The beautiful work of art was shattered and the upper part of the statue collapsed.

No one here bemoaned the destruction of the art. No one here liked the elven art because they saw something more eye-catching.

The statue shattered, and what was revealed was an ornate hilt.

Subconsciously, Hemei grabbed the handle and pulled out the scimitar.

With his movement, the lower part of the statue also shattered, turning the statue into a pile of debris.

It was a scimitar with a classic elf style. The sword had exquisite patterns that were distributed on the blade like waves.

The hilt of the sword is decorated with gold and silver, and the main body is made of some kind of alloy that Hemei doesn't know, but it looks very light.

"This thing is interesting."

Herme said as she pulled it out,

"It's really beautiful. This is the first time I've seen such a weapon."

Then Hermey swung the sword. This sense of balance was even better than the demon hunter sword he had touched before.

This made Hemei feel possessive of the scimitar. He had always wanted to get a suitable weapon, and this one looked very good.

"This kind of decoration should belong to a certain elf prince."

As a student of Ben Ade (although he was dropped out), Hermey still has historical knowledge. After all, this is also part of higher education.

And it was this historical knowledge that told it that this thing belonged to a certain elf prince.

"There should be a scabbard..."

As Hemei said this, he recalled the feeling when he just pulled out the scimitar, and while rummaging through the debris, he indeed found a beautiful scabbard.

The golden main body of the scabbard has a luxurious elf pattern. There are no rust marks on it. It still looks like brand new and is extremely light in weight.

If a master from the history department of Fort Cowherd University, who knew the history of elves, especially the history before the conflict with humans, was here, he would recognize that this was the scimitar belonging to King Kelad, the elven king here.

The human warriors who invaded Kedev Gernwyd almost turned the entire palace upside down but could not find the scimitar.

King Kelad's famous sword was made by dwarf and gnome craftsmen, and was finally decorated and adjusted by elven craftsmen.

It is also a weapon containing magic, so the humans who captured the Elf Kingdom also wanted to get it, but unfortunately they failed to find it in the end.

However, the proceeds from looting the palace had already made them a lot of money, so the loss of the scimitar would not have a great impact, and they did not continue searching.

Although Hemei didn't know what it was, it didn't affect his ability to see how extraordinary it was.

After waving the scimitar several times in succession, Herme decided to keep it as his personal sword.

Recently, he has been learning Cossack sword skills, and what he needs is exactly this kind of scimitar.

The Cossack scimitar and the Elf scimitar are generally very close. It is related to the fact that the northern immigrants who went to the other side of the Blue Mountains a hundred years ago took the road controlled by the elves. I don't know if that has anything to do with them.

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After packing up the scimitar and the corpse that had turned into pieces, Hemei and others walked out of the dilapidated palace.

Vigores, who had been waiting for a long time, showed Herme something, which was being held in his arms.

That was Eldan's head that was packed in a small box.

Hemei took a quick look and found that half of the head was rotten, which looked very scary, but the other half was still enough for people to recognize his identity.

As the head designated by the king, Eldain's head was embalmed and coated with lime.

And in order to prevent this thing from doing anything strange again, there are a few pieces of magic-blocking gold inside, and the lime is also mixed with silver powder.

This can be said to be an expensive wooden letter, made of magic-blocking gold and silver powder, but in Hemei's eyes, it is all worth it.

Herme was still very happy to have found this guy's head - even if it was only half of it.

Because most of the corpses in the ruins were corrupted by the evil magic and turned into skeletons, it would be difficult to deliver the skulls to His Majesty the King.

Although there is still Eldan's scimitar, to be honest, the scimitar is still not as useful as a human head, and the best situation is to send both things up together - which is what he is doing now.

Looking at Eldan's half-shattered head, looking at the half-shattered face that was still full of hatred, Hermey felt a chill and looked away unnaturally.

"Put this thing away and send it to the king quickly."

After signaling to the Cossack leader to take the thing away and seeing him close the wooden box containing the head, Herme turned his attention to the ruins.

I saw "hard-working" figures everywhere in the ruins, and they were busy scraping out all the available loot from the ruins.

The evil magic had turned most of the corpses in the ruins into skeletons, but it had not harmed what they were carrying, which the soldiers and Cossacks were harvesting.

Moreover, this is Eldan's headquarters, and there are still a lot of various supplies, not to mention the various trophies plundered by the Scoia'tael during this period.

In the past, Herme sent a large number of private lords to the gallows, so the things that should have been quickly resold through the private lords and turned into Scoia'tael war materials all rotted in the hands of the Scoia'tael.

Now these are naturally the enemy's things, so naturally it will be an extremely happy time of plundering.

While looting, the soldiers also carried out further damage to this elven ruins. They did not cherish the elven buildings that survived the destruction of humans and the baptism of time.

They just smashed these things into pieces, and everyone always felt inexplicably happy when they saw the elves' artwork turned into a pile of garbage.

Heme did not stop them. After such a long period of continuous fighting, the soldiers all needed some relaxation.

Smashing and obtaining trophies is undoubtedly the most comforting thing for warriors.

However, not everyone is busy harvesting.
To be continued...