Chapter 305 304. Entering the forest
“Aha, what a pity, I heard that Vanier of Brugg’s court is a great beauty.”
Brugg is the same as Verdon, They are all countries adjacent to the Brok Leon Forest. Geralt and Lan were riding horses on the road outside the forest.
I don’t know why, but the milk-white haired demon hunter’s tone is a bit sarcastic, but is there a little bit of jealousy in the sarcasm?
“It’s always like this Geralt, you’ve been acting weird ever since you found out about my partnership with Arethusa. I’m their long-term witcher, and I have to do the work! Again It’s not about sleeping with every witch in the academy!”
Lan En looked at the senior next to him suspiciously.
"I said you are so sensitive. Could it be that you have been hurt by a witch?"
At this point, the young man judged decisively from the senior's face that he should end this topic.
Geralt’s face now smells as bad as the shit of his horse named ‘Carrot’.
Lan En was anxious to make amends, so he thought of blowing off the seniors.
"Hey Geralt, there is nothing good about witches. Witchers live a free life. Witches are just more respected in society, have more money, are prettier, have stronger magic power, uh."
< br>After talking for a long time, Lan En found that Geralt's face was getting more and more ugly, and then the young man himself was stuck in his words.
“Just do me a favor, Lann.” Geralt’s voice sounded like he was gritting his teeth and squeezing out from between his teeth. "Can we run quietly for a while?"
"You have the final say, boss."
The young man who knew that he had broken the guard immediately got off the donkey along the slope.
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Geralt is the kind of person who looks cold-faced and tough on the outside, but in his heart, he is a bit fragile and sensitive.
Based on the old demon hunter's expression just now, Lan En judged that this guy had probably suffered emotional trauma from the sorceress.
And the reason for this injury is probably because his pride was stung when he was interacting with the sorceress.
Demon hunters are a group of people who are discriminated against. Lan En doesn't feel much about it because he has only been a witcher for a few months and then he became famous.
The farmers despised him and would not take him seriously. And the nobles who knew what he could do had no reason to despise him.
So even though Lan En often stayed in the sorceress's academy, he didn't feel that he was inferior to others.
Knowledge and Combat Power The sorceress apprentices did not dare to look at his face in class!
In addition to being relatively poor, he even felt that the sorceress was a bit politically naive.
In this way, he is the one with a sense of superiority.
But for Geralt, being in a relationship with a sorceress for many years would put him under psychological pressure and worry about gains and losses.
It is not difficult to imagine a passionate and painful love.
If Geralt doesn’t want to talk, then they won’t talk.
Lan could not discuss himself as a standard sample of witchers. He knew that he was different from his peers.
He always knew.
After walking for another morning from Brugg City, the two demon hunters came to the edge of the Brok Leon Forest again.
They couldn't simply head into the forest directly. They came to find the great master of the Wolf School.
They have to find the right traces before they can follow them in.
The traces were found quickly. At noon, they found the first body.
The corpse was not surprising, just like the farmer Lan En had seen on the roadside who was shot by the tree spirits.
He is a very young boy.
Six and three steps away from the corpse, there was an arrow from a pheasant tail feather inserted in each of them, while the third arrow that should have been shot at the feet was directly inserted into the eye socket of the corpse.
The dryads' bows and arrows are still accurate, but their patience seems to be disappearing quickly.
“Vesemir would not lead ordinary people into Broklon, but this is indeed his entry point.”
Geralt pinched a handful of dirt from the side of the body. Smell it, and the pupils in the cat’s eyes shrink erratically. Lan En knew that he had activated his demon hunter senses.
The young man glanced at the body and expressed his judgment. "The coat of arms on this man's clothes is not the Brugge emblem, but the Verdon emblem."
"The news that Verden wants to push the edge of the forest further in, seems to make the tree spirit They are angry. They have not even fired one shot to warn them away."
"The situation will get worse as the war begins. But this has nothing to do with us. We are just neutral. Hunting monsters. "
Adhering to the old-school ideas, Geralt stood up from a squatting position, put the sword on his back, and walked into the forest.
Lan followed behind.
This is the action pattern they agreed on: Geralt is familiar with his teacher's traces and is responsible for tracking it. Lann is responsible for fending off danger in his distorted vision that activates the witcher's senses.
This was the second time Lan En entered this forest that had been dense and prosperous since ancient times during the day, but he saw that Geralt didn't seem too nervous.
“I have been here several times, and I have lived in the tree spirit city in this forest for a while, and Vesemir is the same. Humans do not regard us as the same kind, but this contempt and rejection have made the trees Isn't it interesting that the elves and nymphs have put down their hostility towards us?"
Geralt explained calmly.
"You are still too young, Lan En. When you live longer, you will naturally have relationships with many long-lived creatures."
"Okay, okay, accumulate relationships. It seems that there are Where there are intelligent creatures, this method is always useful."
Lan En responded casually, while using the graceful curved long knife to split the shrubs and dead branches blocking the road.
During the day, Broccolion in the sun is more vibrant than at night, with a wild and unfettered vitality.
Even in winter, the evergreen trees can still deprive the lower levels of the forest of sunlight. Woodpeckers peck at the trunks hard, eager to find a few frozen bugs. The grouse were twittering incessantly.
Brock Leon is full of life.
But neither of the two demon hunters relaxed their vigilance, because they both still remembered the corpse of a boy whose skull was nailed through the eye socket, and the carnivorous ants that had crawled on the boy's eyelids.
As they moved toward the interior of the forest, they encountered several more corpses one after another.
If it weren’t for the cold metallic light reflected from the steel swords and armor plates on the corpses, the two demon hunters wouldn’t even be able to spot them among the dense lichen in the forest.
Their shields or clothes are all printed with Verdon's black and yellow checkered shield pattern.
Except for the part where the arrow penetrated the flesh, there were no more stains or damage on the clothes, which was enough to show that these people were not ordinary servants or soldiers.
"There are already seven corpses, they should have no survivors."
Lan En made a stroke, and in front of him were dense branches that were swaying in the cold wind and looked weak. , leaves, all were cut with a smooth incision in an instant.
That swordsmanship made Geralt, who had his demon hunter senses activated, twitching at the corner of his mouth.
He had some suspicions that Arethusa had enchanted the elf sword with a new type of rune.
At the same time, Lan En, who had finished swinging his sword, and Geralt, who was half-crouching, raised their heads at the same time and looked in one direction.
“Is it my imagination?”
“No, I heard it too.”
Two pairs of cat eyes looked at each other, the abundant xylem in the forest is the best Using natural sound-absorbing materials, even a demon hunter would wonder if he was hallucinating here.
But the answers obtained by the two people comparing each other are probably not wrong.
In their ears, not far away, there was a powerful old voice shouting something in an unintelligible language.
Lane heard it once before the night he entered Broklon. It was the ancient language used by the dryads.
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