Chapter 285 284. Brock Leon
Early the next morning, Lan was dressed neatly and rode out of the gate of Aretuza on the equally prepared Poppy.
A heavily armed and muscular warrior walked out of the sorceress's academy. This made Lan En receive meaningful looks from many residents of Gos Velen when he walked out of the stone bridge across the sea.
That probably means, 'Look, those sorceresses finally freed this poor man.'
Poppa's footsteps are light and comfortable. As a war horse, it has been too leisurely during this period.
"You can still jump now."
Lan followed the horse's footsteps and controlled the ups and downs of his body's center of gravity, while patting Poppy's neck with his hand.
"Wait until my new sword is in place. Tsk, tsk, tsk, how can your small body support it?"
Lan En's current weight is at least 30 kilograms heavier than before. .
As a tall horse, Poppai can still afford to eat, but when Berengar's equipment comes out, even a war horse of Kaedweni blood, after adding at least dozens of kilograms of weight, will It is estimated that the efficiency of long-distance movement will also become unsightly.
Margarita originally wanted to open a portal for him and Poppy, and her alumni in Brugg could serve as a backup.
But Lan En still rejected the proposal.
In his own words: "That thing will make your mind confused."
"I hate not being able to control my body. If it is not necessary, I think it is better to ride a horse. "
The balance senses in the warlocks' brains seem to have been modified by chaotic energy, and they will not react much when entering or leaving the portal.
But it's also possible that they're used to it.
After all, dizziness is a small price to pay compared to mobility that is far ahead of its time.
Lane plans to go south from Gos Velen, along the edge of Broklon Forest, through the two countries of Sidaris and Verden, and reach Brugg.
The reason why the north is called the ‘Northern Kingdoms’ is indeed because this land is too divided by various countries.
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Lan En rode Poppy on a dirt road outside the forest.
The sky in the winter morning is cold, and clouds of white mist will float out of the nostrils of people and horses with their breath.
The smell of Lan En coming out of his nose was a little thicker than that of Poppy, because his body temperature was higher than that of the war horse.
The branches and leaves in the forest evaporate water vapor at night, which is condensed on the surface by the temperature and turns into frost.
A misty cold mist enveloped everything, letting the breath of people and horses blend into it.
Lan En's eyes, which glowed slightly under the shadow of the hood, remained motionless, but he had already heard the sound of bodies rubbing through the branches and leaves in the forest beside him.
It was quiet in the morning, so the witcher's hearing was also very keen.
That is the tree spirit, an intelligent race that has inhabited the Broklon forest in ancient times.
If Lan En were to describe it, he felt that these creatures were like nymphs living in the forest and using leaves, bark, and animal materials.
All members are female, with graceful and strong figures, and grass-green skin
"Bah, bah, bah."
Poppa's listless hoofbeats paused.
Lan En patted its neck, "Hey, you obviously slept well last night! Don't be lazy for me. Huh?"
It's not that Poppy doesn't adapt after living a leisurely life. After running a long distance, but in front of its horse's hooves, there was a human corpse displayed in the middle of the dirt road.
The winter temperature inhibited the spread of the smell, which caused Lan En to not notice it at all when he was distracted.
The witcher sat on the horse, somewhat silent.
The warm life of living in the dean's room in Arethusa for a long time has always surrounded him, almost making him forget what kind of world this is.
But now, a long journey to find someone has brought his thoughts that were flying to the sky back to earth again and returned to reality.
This is a magical Middle Ages where ordinary people can die at any time. Lan En shook his head silently, dismounted and approached the body.
It was a middle-aged man with a beard, dirty body covered with grass clippings, and a frozen expression of horror on his stiff face.
“A clean arrow.”
Lan whispered to himself.
The straight arrow penetrated from the eye socket and penetrated the skull cavity, leaving the deceased unable to react until death, let alone suffer.
The tail feathers of the arrows are the bright feathers of pheasants, glued together with gum.
With a "shoo" sound, the arrow pierced the air. Then there was a "bang" sound, and the arrow pierced into Lan En six steps away, lying on a piece of rotten wood on the ground.
Lan En looked over calmly and saw that an arrow had been inserted into the rotten wood before.
That's a warning.
Outsiders are warned not to enter Broklon.
The forest does not welcome humans. Royal messengers, lumberjacks, and farmers are all not welcome.
The dead guy didn't heed the warning, or he was too panicked to cause cognitive confusion. He threw his logging ax towards the forest and nailed it to the trunk of a tree.
Then there was an arrow in his eye socket.
The dryads are always very accurate.
Lan En could see the shadowy tree spirits in the forest, raising their bows and aiming at him.
He remained silent and just dragged the body of the deceased to the roadside in a direction away from the forest, tidied it up a little for him, and then rode away.
Demon hunters should hunt monsters that harm humans. This is what the theory and stories say.
All these scenes look like cruel and savage tree spirits, mutilating woodcutters who work hard in hopes of supporting their families.
But Lan En did not have murderous intentions towards the vigilant tree spirits in the forest.
Benefiting from the concepts he was taught early on, Lan read a lot of history books in Aretuosa.
It is clear that the humans in the north landed on the northern continent in a large fleet after a celestial convergence.
And today, what attitude does the human race, which has become the master of the continent, take towards the tree spirits, the aborigines who live in the forest?
——The kings issued a decree to exchange gold coins for the scalps of the dryads.
This clearly stated bill even made Lan En think that he had traveled through time again and arrived at the American continent during the development period of the United States.
The human kings were eager for the timber and minerals in the primeval forests. In the name of 'civilization', they sent notices to the aboriginal people, asking them to quickly make room.
The tree spirits will never abandon their hometown and let the few survivors live in the 'protected areas' established by humans.
So they picked up their bows and arrows and started killing people, but the kings would not come to cut down the trees themselves. The tree spirits only killed the farmers who were working hard to support their families.
Then hostility and hatred spread not only at the top, but also intensified throughout the country.
Vendetta, then reciprocal retaliation, and then reciprocal retaliation led to excessive retaliation.
Who struck first in the first place, even the most authoritative history of Ossenfort University Scholars can’t figure it out clearly either.
In the whirlpool of hatred, the source has long been entangled.
Ethnic conflicts have always been among the most complex and difficult to resolve.
There is no simple and clear standard of good and evil that Lan En likes.
Both sides have committed behaviors that are despised by intelligent creatures, and it seems that they will continue to do so.
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Thanks to Yuan Xian and Husky for the 100-point reward in the battle!
(End of this chapter)