Early the next morning, Lan En dressed neatly and rode out of the gate of Aretussa 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 Goswellen 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 time.
"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.
"When my new sword is in place, how can your small body support it?"
Lan En's current weight is at least thirty kilograms heavier than before. .
As a tall horse, Poppai can still afford to eat, but when Berengar's equipment is released, even if it is a war horse of Kaedwei blood, after adding at least dozens of kilograms of weight, 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 is also possible that they are used to it.
After all, dizziness is a small price to pay compared to mobility that is far ahead of its time.
Lane planned to go south from Goswellen, 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 countries is indeed because this land is too divided by various countries.
Lan En rode a 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 as they breathe.
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 was asked to describe it, he felt that these creatures were like nymphs living in the forest and using leaves, bark, and animal materials.
All the members are female, with graceful and powerful figures, and grass-green skin
"Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah"
The listless sound of Poppai's horse hooves paused. Come down.
Lan En patted its neck, "Hey, you obviously slept well last night, so don't be lazy for me."
It's not that Poppy is not used to long distances after living a leisurely life. Running, 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 with grass clippings, and a frozen expression of horror on his stiff face.
"A clean arrow."
Lan En 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 tree 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. In fact, an arrow had been inserted into the rotten wood before.
That's a warning.
Outsiders are warned not to enter Broklon.
Human beings are not welcome in the forest. Royal messengers, lumberjacks, and farmers are all not welcome.
The dead guy did not heed this warning, or was confused due to panic. 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 accurate.
Lan En could see the shadowy tree spirits in the forest, raising their bows and aiming at him.
He remained silent, but dragged the deceased's body away from the forest to the roadside, tidied it up for him, and then rode away.
The demon hunter should hunt down the monsters that harm human beings. This is the truth and story.
All these scenes look like cruel and savage tree spirits, mutilating the loggers who work hard in the hope of supporting their families.
But Lan En did not hug the vigilant tree spirits in the forest because of this.There is murderous intent.
Thanks to 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.
To this day, what attitude has the human race, which has become the dominant force on the continent, taken towards the tree spirits, the aborigines who live in the forest?
The kings issued decrees and paid them with gold coins. In exchange 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 are eager for the timber and minerals in the primeval forests. In the name of civilization, they send notices to the aborigines, asking them to quickly make room.
The tree spirits will never abandon their hometown and let the few survivors live in protected areas set up 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 made the first move in the first place? Even the most authoritative person at Ossenfort University Historians can't figure it out clearly either.
In the whirlpool of hatred, the source has long been entangled.
Ethnic conflicts have always been one of 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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