Chapter 321 320. ‘Not good’
The original chat-like discussion on horseback slipped into a serious and terrifying atmosphere.
But fortunately, Lan En didn’t want to talk too much about Dagon. After chatting for a while, he finally said it to Geralt, who only had a tough mouth.
“I sincerely hope you never meet that kind of monster in your life, Geralt. Sincerely.”
After these words, only Geralt muttered to himself, “No such thing. "It makes sense", "It can't be done" and other mindless words, and the atmosphere between the four people was suddenly filled with liveliness and joy.
Monsters that can destroy all living things, as well as gods who have disappeared, are too far away for ordinary people and ordinary demon hunters.
Lan En felt that they would only be able to hear about the rumors in their lifetime and would not actually face those troubles head-on.
This is luck.
The four people came to a fork in the road again. This fork was full of horse hoof prints and ruts. According to the plan, they should take the east route to Brugg City.
But Xili looked at the road leading to the west worriedly.
"That road leads directly to Nastrog." Geralt, who was behind Ciri, teased her, "Do you want to marry Prince Christine?"
Ciri muttered angrily, Both horses had already set foot on the east road, but the little girl still looked to the west from time to time.
"What's the matter, Ciri?"
Vesemir is very careful, and he saw that something was not right about Ciri's expression.
“I don’t know,” she whispered, “but the road is bad.”
Lan En stretched out his hand, crossed the gap between the two horses, and patted Ciri on the head.
“You have to walk if you don’t want to, otherwise there will be a wilderness without even a roadbed. People can walk, but horses cannot.”
“That’s right, I want to see it too. To what extent is the 'bad' thing in your premonition?"
Lan En was curious about the prophecy skill that Ciri seemed to have in her bloodline. He wanted to see this 'prophecy skill'. What is the standard for prediction.
Should it be judged as ‘not good’ only based on the factors of Ciri herself as a little girl, or is it still ‘not good’ after integrating the combat power of the three demon hunters.
Geralt and Vesemir both understood Lan En's meaning, but Ciri's own green eyes were still confused.
The two demon hunters tightened the straps of their armors and the hilts of the two swords on their backs.
When Carrot and Poppy passed through a large bushy bend, the three demon hunters discovered that Ciri was right.
A group of soldiers were blocking their way there. When they saw them approaching, several horsemen came directly to block their retreat.
Under the road in the distance, there are several soldiers standing with crossbows. Although they have not been seen loading the bows, they must not be shooting arrows too slowly.
They wore conical helmets, dark gray cotton armor, and chain mail coats. Outside the chain mail, there were blouses embroidered with heraldry.
That is the black and yellow checkered shield pattern that represents the Verdon royal family.
The three demon hunters looked at each other and dismounted without waiting for the soldiers to scold them, leaving only Ciri on the horse.
Demon hunters are not good at horse fighting, but this behavior is a sign of obedience in the eyes of these soldiers.
A short, fat man with an arched back was shouting at them from a distance. At this time, he seemed to confirm that there was no danger, so he came to them.
"Who are you?"
"We are going home, to Brugg, what happened?"
Geralt stepped forward to negotiate, Vesemir He was comforting Ciri on the horse.
Lan En rested his left hand casually on the hilt of the Lake Lady Sword on his left waist, his cat eyes moving left and right under a polite smile.
In an instant, Mentos had roughly sorted out the quantity. "Twenty-three people have appeared so far, sir. But we cannot rule out the possibility that there are still people in the forest on the roadside who have not come out."
Lan En's smile did not change, but the fingers of his left hand tapped Arondette's handle.
"Bring the men here, Jaghans!"
A voice shouted from the road ahead, so the surrounding soldiers dispersed to make way.
Smiling Lan En and Geralt, who entered the task state with an expressionless face, walked in front.
Behind him, Vesemir was holding two horses alone.
"Don't look, Ciri." The old demon hunter whispered to the little girl, "Put your head down and don't look at the road."
On the road ahead, there is a leafy tree. A big tree fell in the middle of the road.
In front of this 'roadblock' was a carriage covered with canvas and several pack horses lying on the ground. The broken wooden frame and reins were entangled with their bodies into a mess.
The pack horses were covered with sharp arrows. One of them did not die immediately. At this time, it was showing its yellowed front teeth, breathing heavily and bleeding.
Some human corpses were caught in the wheels, and some were thrown several meters away.
“Let me tell you, blood must be paid with blood!”
A squinting soldier surrounding the crime scene roared. He wore a tight-fitting jacket trimmed with copper and had a burly figure.
“Blood debt must be repaid with blood! It is simply unbearable. First we, the Baron of Bodrog, then the Princess of Cintra, and now the merchant. For the sake of the gods, revenge, we We have to take revenge! Otherwise, they will come to our house and kill people tomorrow!”
“You said ‘revenge’? This is what the tree spirits did?”
Geralt asked hesitantly, and the question was answered by a soldier wearing a shooter's leather wristband.
"Otherwise? Clearly! It's those green-skinned bitches!"
"Blake is right," the squinting soldier continued, "Are you right? Also, You, brother, I have to ask you: Where are you from? "
"Brugger." Geralt continued to lie, his working expression actually stiff in this situation.
Lan En feels that this is indeed a useful technology.
"The Brugues..." the slant-eyed soldier frowned, "I have to say, brother, it is your king Vinslav who condones these monsters. He is unwilling to fight with our King Ervel and Verak of Kairak. King Sass has formed an alliance. If we attack from three sides, we will definitely kill them all..."
"Are you sure it's the tree spirits who did it?" Lan interrupted behind Geralt.
The squinting soldier was not annoyed: "The feathers of this arrow are pheasant tail feathers in the forest. The glue that sticks the arrow feathers is tree gum. The entire arrow feathers have been soaked in tree sap to prevent water and harden. This is not a tree. What else could Jing’s arrows be?”
“I also saw those arrows,” Lan En interrupted him again, “But many of these people on the ground were hit with knives. He died after he died, right?"
"Good observation," said the slant-eyed soldier, "This is better, you have to report to King Wenslav, man, that king doesn't want us to hurt the good man. Friendly tree spirits. They might have a tryst in May. In this regard, we can verify it if we capture one alive.
"You have to persuade your king to let your mother-in-law hold his legs and cry in front of the king, and quickly form an alliance with King Aiweier to defeat the tree spirits. Otherwise, how can we do business on this road?"
"Well, this is indeed a proposal that can make the king care. Kings can't tolerate the loss of their prestige in the hearts of city residents."
Lan En nodded seriously, expressing deep agreement. But then, he smoothed the silver hair that was scattered in front of his eyes behind his ears, and the smile on his face gradually faded, and he continued.
“But, my friend, these people don’t seem to have been killed by the dryads.”
“The murderers cut down a tree to make a roadblock, but the dryads. They don’t know how to chop it down. tree.”
The fingers that were tapping the sword hilt carelessly stopped.
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