The human figure drawn with colors sways on the canvas.

Even with the quality of the oil painting, Francesca is presented in an exceptionally beautiful way. Her body is even outlined with golden and green lines to render the character's unique temperament.

"I met the son of the ancient bloodline, Eredin." said Francesca.

"So here I am," the knight in skeleton armor across from her replied.

The knight was very tall. Francesca was also considered tall among women, roughly estimated to be over 1.7 meters tall, but she only barely reached the knight's chest.

In the scroll, the knight was surrounded by ice-blue and black weapons, and his eyes were flashing red.

Then he took off his helmet, revealing a handsome elf face.

"For us who can only rely on the power of the White Frost, it is not easy to come here." As a Wild Hunt Knight from another world, Eredin said, "Every time we travel across worlds, the White Frost will be closer to our Red Wood Land."

"But you still lead your troops to fight everywhere and plunder resources from your world, right?" Francesca retorted.

"If this goes well, then I will be able to regain the power to travel through time and space, and all difficulties will be solved."

Eredin sneered and agreed with Francesca's statement: "Tell me what you know and your plan."

Francesca raised her chin slightly.

"I saw the two children of the ancient bloodline with my own eyes, just a few days ago." She emphasized, "One man and one woman."

Afterwards, the elves of this world told the elves of the other world the details of the meeting that day.

"The Conference on Thaned Island?" Eredin repeated the term.

"This is a great opportunity," Francesca said. "The son of the ancient bloodline now controls the power of a country, and you can only send one troop here. Under this premise, even with the power of our 'Ain Sid', it will be difficult to shake his Cintra."

"But this meeting will keep him in an unfamiliar place for a long time, and he will only have one guard with him at most." She emphasized, "This is our best chance. After we capture him, Cintra will not be very powerful. I will raid their capital with you and kidnap Cirilla."

"Two sons of the ancient bloodline. Cirilla belongs to you. I know you have long planned to let Oberon's descendants inherit the ancient bloodline."

"You want that Lann?" Eredin asked curiously, "I heard that he has become something on your side... a demon hunter? He has lost his fertility. What do you want him for?"

"He has outstanding political influence. I can use him to gain the first bargaining chip for the counterattack against humanity."

"You, Ain Sid, will regain the power of the dimension, but are still entangled in the struggle of this world?" Eredin shook his head and offered a more pertinent suggestion, "Perhaps you can draw his blood to make a new 'Gate of Time and Space'. With the two sages Avallac'h and Aida Amin, plus the energy in the body of the ancient blood, this is not something that cannot be envisioned."

Francesca said coldly: "The blood spilled by the Ain Seed people in the mountainous land must be repaid. If you Ain El people are unwilling to help, then we will use our own way to achieve our goal."

"Okay. After all, it's your spoils of war. It's your right to use them as you wish." Eredin chuckled. "Then the most crucial question is - how do you ensure that our operation goes smoothly?"

"I have gained Lann's trust. I will follow his proposal and send the Scoia'tael to attack Kaedwen to stabilize him. Then I will take the elite troops stationed in the Blue Mountain headquarters to Thaned Island to help you deal with Lann."

"But that would leave your Scoia'tael team isolated and helpless." The Wild Hunt Knight touched the skull helmet in his hand and could feel the coldness through his gloves. "Your numbers are already small. Are you going to continue to abandon your compatriots?"

For the first time, Francesca was silent during her conversation with the elf from the other world.

"For the public good." Then she said slowly, "Everything has a price. War requires sacrifice, and so does peace."

"Even if the son of the ancient bloodline had not appeared, the original plan was that the Scoia'tael would also be sacrificed. They would stir up unrest and draw the attention of the south or the north to us. Then humans would compromise with us and let the Ain Seeds of the Blue Mountains have their own country, and the Scoia'tael would be separated..."

As if to appease her guilt, Francesca spoke more this time: "But now that the Ancient Blood has appeared, their sacrifice can bring more."

"It's all about Ion Seed."

…

The colorful figures on the scroll are still moving, and their voices are simulated through the vibrations of chaotic energy.

Lann admired the contradiction between compassion and determination that Francesca showed at the end, which was very much like that of a ruler.

I don’t know what others think.

So Lan turned back to Iorveth and asked, "What do you think?"

The mood swings of the Scoia'tael leader are truly spectacular.

Starting from the conversation between Francesca and the Wild Hunt, he showed several expressions in turn: "confusion", "fear", "determination to sacrifice one's life", "confusion", "incredible", and "despair of betrayal".

At this moment, his fists were clenched, his eyes were red, and his teeth were chattering.

Lann shook his head: "Perhaps you are confused by the methods I have shown, or you need some time to digest this information. Then..."

…

Iorveth and Francesca are different.

Francesca's thinking has been perfectly integrated into the politicians of this continent. She upholds the pride of the elves and focuses on macro interests.

And Iorveth was the general on the front line.

He was the one who personally led his troops to fight on the front lines, and he understood the struggles of the soldiers on the front lines more deeply than Francesca.

He personally drove arrows into the bodies of his enemies, and buried his sword into the chests of his helpless companions; he knew what supported the people around him to fight, and he knew even more that what they desired was not grand.

When Iorveth led the Scoia'tael, he had more companions: in addition to elves, there were also dwarves, halflings, gnomes and other non-human races.

When Iorveth received the order to cooperate with Nilfgaard, he initially rejected it. However, they had already strayed too far from the Scoia'tael's ideals by then and could no longer turn back.

From their initial goal of "working for the welfare of their compatriots" to "revenge on humans" and then to "satisfying Nilfgaard's trading conditions", what exactly did they go through?

What on earth are the Scoia'tael fighting for now?

[Captain?] Iorveth's mind recalled the scene in the Pontar Valley when the other members of the Squirrel Party questioned him after Lann revealed the truth he had concealed.

[Captain!] This was the cry of a halfling who was left behind during a battle.

He urged Iorveth.

With a cold "thump", Iorveth knelt down towards Lan.

He prostrated himself on the ground, the pointy-eared elf humbly pressing his forehead against the marble floor.

"Don't think about it, Lord Lannister," he said. "I am willing to lead all my Scoia'tael to join Cintra. From now on, your will will be the direction of our arrows."

Even though this was Lan's idea, he was shocked for a moment.

He originally wanted to give the leader of the Squirrel Party some time to consider, but he didn't expect that the other party would surrender so quickly.

"Have you thought it through? You want to abandon Francesca's elves and join the human kingdom of Cintra?"

Iorveth's voice was firm: "You and Her Majesty Cirilla are both of the ancient blood. The blood flowing in your body is the true blood of the sage. You and Her Majesty Cirilla are also the orthodox of the elves."

"Besides..." Iorveth looked up, "We Scoia'tael not only have elves, but also halflings, gnomes, and dwarves!"

Lann's eyes became deep: "Are you doing this for them?"

Iorveth nodded without hesitation, then shook his head: "Not just for them."

Lan looked at Iorveth steadily, then laughed.

…

The real map of the North was spread out in front of Lann, with an undrafted document and his own notebook at hand.

There has been a change of plans.

If the original intention was to use the same trick on Philippa to detonate Aretuza, then the power Lann had was more than enough.

But if Francesca wants to use tricks on him again, and he wants to use tricks on Francesca and the Wild Hunt again, the power at hand seems to be a little tight.

After all, they were a team of Wild Hunt that could draw on the power of the Hoarfrost, and they also had the elite elves from the Blue Mountain headquarters.

To make a simple statistics, the drama on Thanedd Island this time: there were representatives from the North who originally wanted to come to the meeting honestly, there was the Warlock Brotherhood as the host, there was Philippa and the Redanian Royal Guard who wanted to take the opportunity to cause trouble, there was Cintra who wanted to take advantage of the situation, and finally there was the elf who wanted to secretly overturn the table.

There are five forces in total.

It was truly a melee.

This was just what happened on the island of Thanedd, not to mention the coup that Philippa wanted to launch in Redania and the sneak attack that she wanted to launch in Kaedwen.

After thinking for a moment, Lann decided to keep the Scoia'tael that was originally planned to be sent to Kaedwen unchanged. Francesca wanted to use these soldiers to confuse him, so he would use Iorveth's prestige in the Scoia'tael to accept them all and turn them into the power of Cintra.

However, if the elves wanted to launch a surprise attack on Thanedd Island, the force sent to Kaedwen would definitely not be enough - it would only be the Squirrel Party that was originally planned to be abandoned.

Lann decided to send Saskia and the Snake Faction witchers to Kaedwen together.

In the original timeline, Dragon Girl was the leader of an uprising that united all races, and she was not just a high-level fighter. Lann believed that she could unite more forces in the birthplace of the Scoia'tael and bring him more surprises.

As for the Snake Sect... those who understand will understand.

In the original novel, these guys almost turned from "demon hunters" to "king hunters".

However, Lann thought about it and decided to send only Kolgrim, Oaks and Serrit.

Reso has to take him to Shannid Island personally. After all, that is the frontal battlefield and big guys are indispensable.

…

The above is the arrangement for the Kaedwen battlefield.

As for Redania, Philippa didn't need to do much herself.

As for the most important island of Thanedd...

Lan thought about it. If he remembered correctly, Thaned Island was geographically part of Temeria.

It just so happens that I need to go to Temeria recently due to some unexpected personal matters. When I leave for Thaned Island, I can stop by to visit you. If we get along well, we can even join a group to travel together.

It's a pity that all the delegations have returned home now, otherwise I could discuss this matter directly with Keira Metz.

After quickly finishing a diplomatic document and stamping it with his seal, Lane called House in and asked him to pass it to the messenger, intending to test Temeria's attitude.

Are there any other ways to increase your own strength in a short period of time?

Lann knitted his brows.

It seems that we can still make some moves in Novigrad. As the center of the North, there are still many high-end combat forces there. We can ask Kaiyan later if he has any other gains there.

The Eternal Fire controlled by Chapet can also seize more power after the successful assassination of Philippa.

As for the front battlefield... I don't know how Mossak's secondary mutation and various experiments are going. Lan decided to urge them when he has time...

etc!

Lan suddenly remembered that he still had a card.

…

The headquarters of the Griffin School, Kael Siren.

Underground laboratory.

Although it is an underground experiment, due to the requirements of biological experiments, there are still many "prison-like" compartments here.

Compared with the dungeons in the capital of Sintra, these compartments are actually safer in terms of "imprisonment" and are more suitable for detaining more dangerous terrorists.

Such as the bounty hunter Leo Bonnard, who has been listed by Mossack as material for the creation of a demon hunter.

For example——

Lann looked at the depressed warlock in front of him and said coldly:

"Are you having a good time, Vigfortz?"

The sound of the iron door opening and the footsteps made Viggofortz tremble slightly, and then the light shining into the compartment made him curl up.

He looked miserable.

There was a huge scratch on his face caused by Regis. Although it had been treated, it still left a bright and hideous scar like a centipede.

His face was pale and his spirit was depressed. During this period, Mossak used a lot of magic potions on him to destroy his consciousness and dug out a lot of valuable information and truth from him.

These truths aroused Mossak's anger again. If he was not worried about accidentally killing Vigfortz, the old druid would have wanted to turn him into material for human experiments.

"Ancient...blood?" After his eyes adjusted to the light, Viggofortz whispered to Lan.

Very good, he didn't call out his own name, but directly shouted out the Ancient Blood.

It can be seen how deep this guy's obsession is.

It was also due to the fact that Mossak's potion had completely destroyed Vigfortz's will.

But in the next second, Viggofortz finally regained a bit of his remaining sanity. He rolled his eyes and recognized the person in front of him.

"Lane... Lannister?" He gasped heavily, "You finally... came to me..."

"This is our...first meeting!"

Lann chuckled and strode in.

He looked at the face in front of him, his eyes becoming colder and colder.

His hands were itching to take out Igni and fire it at the warlock in front of him.

Wait a minute, Lann said to himself. Wait a minute.

It wasn't until he died that he suffered enough.

"Want to go out?" Lann looked at the warlock's gray face and said, "Do you want the power of the ancient blood?"