312. Duane Canal

It's not far from Duunkanal, the city of the dryads.

The next day, a group of them came to the forest of giant trees. Blaine knelt down in front of the forest and buried his forehead in the lichen.

The three demon hunters involuntarily looked up the thick tree trunk, until their necks were raised to the extreme angle, and they still could not see the depth of the tree crown clearly.

The age of the trees here alone is enough to make intelligent creatures feel awe, even immortal species like elves.

Xili's reaction was simple, she just sighed with envy. It was as if it was a pity that there was no such magnificent tree in her royal garden.

Lan En recognized that most of these strong and majestic trees were oak trees, as well as yew trees, white walnut trees, etc.

It is basically ten meters in diameter. Just the thick and winding tree roots gathered together and transformed into a tree trunk are already two heads taller than Lan En, the tallest among them.

They moved forward quickly, because there were no annoying vines and shrubs on the ground between the giant trees, and those plants had no resources to survive under the giant trees.

Among the huge gaps between trees, there is only a thick layer of rotten leaves.

Although they walked briskly, no one spoke much. Even Xili, who couldn't take any time off and smiled evilly from time to time after being safe, remained silent and lowered her head.

Because among these giant trees, they appear small and insignificant.

Lan En was glad that there were no people with macrophobia in their group, otherwise the journey of several hours would have been very difficult.

Xili's cold was getting worse, which was manifested in the fact that her sniffing frequency and intensity were getting heavier and heavier, but there was still mucus flowing out of her nose, which made her take out a handkerchief to wipe it clean many times.

Geralt was the first to be unbearable as the mount carrying the princess on his back. He taught Ciri how to blow her nose with her fingers, and Ciri seemed very happy.

She ran towards Lan En with a smile and sparkling green eyes. The young man knew at a glance that this kid wanted to perform live in front of him. Maybe even deliberately flicking snot onto his boots.

So he smiled and waited for Ciri to run over, but behind his back, his hands were ready to collapse.

But unexpectedly, after the little girl ran halfway, she looked at Lan En's smiling expression, and suddenly her smile faded and her face turned red.

Then he turned sharply and returned to Geralt's back.

After Geralt put the princess on his back again, for some reason, his eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the silver-haired young man. With a bit of danger.

Lan En didn't know anything about this, but he was a little regretful that he didn't fight this crazy guy.

Brain, who was leading the way, suddenly stopped and turned around to speak to the three demon hunters.

"Witchers." She said as she took out a few pieces of cloth from her body, which were originally the hemostatic straps she had prepared.

"Come here, IYou must be blindfolded before you can be taken into Duunkanal. "

Vesemir and Geralt stepped forward without being surprised and asked Blaine to tie their eyes. Lann also nodded, saying that he would do as the Romans do.

The only thing that allowed him to do so was What he noticed was that Ciri was not asked to wear a blindfold.

After binding her eyes, Geralt could not carry Ciri on his back. So she took the initiative to pull the demon hunter forward.

She was chattering along the way, marveling at the animals and plants she had never seen in the outside world, and the magnificent scenery created by these things.

She was trying hard to use the grammar she had learned to describe everything she saw to the witchers.

But the grammar of a nine-year-old girl certainly did not allow her to describe it vividly. Lan En only felt it on her face. Once warm, it was the feeling of sunlight breaking into the trees and falling on his face and eye mask.

Then he shrugged his nose and felt the moisture getting thicker, and the silver necklace on his chest began to tremble continuously. .

The magic of Chaos is getting stronger.

“Here you go, you can take off your blindfolds, witchers. "

The thick fog formed by the water vapor reached Blaine's knees. She proudly introduced it to the demon hunters who had taken off their blindfolds and were rubbing their eyes.

"Dunkana Well, this is the land of oaks, the heart of Broklon. "

Geralt and Vesemir have both been here before. Either for missions or for other reasons. Anyway, they have been here.

And Lan En and Xi This is the real first sight.

This is a settlement built in a sinkhole. The upper hole is covered by a vast green canopy, and mist and steam come out from the gaps in the soil and rocks. There should also be geothermal hot springs.

The buildings in the settlement are all grown naturally from trees, and they are distributed like vines climbing the trunks of the sinkholes.

The tree spirits have interference. With the supernatural ability of plants to grow, they can get the building they want without chopping with a knife or an axe.

As long as they have the patience to let the tree grow,

It just so happens that the tree grows. The spirits are not short of patience.

Between the houses arranged vertically in the space, a large porous mushroom with an umbrella surface is used as a step and passage.

When they arrived. At first, there was deathly silence in the sinkhole, without a shadow.

But when Brian blew a loud and sweet whistle, a tree spirit came down from a slightly higher house on mushrooms.

After they exchanged a few words with each other in awkward but beautiful ancient language, Lan En heard Vesemir next to him sighing in relief.

“Huh, Aisna agreed to meet. Good news. ”

The old demon hunter muttered briskly.

Now Lan Enneng was sure that muttering to himself was indeed an occupational disease of the demon hunter.

The dryads do not have as cumbersome etiquette as human palaces.Before meeting the king, you have to bathe, shave, and put on a tight-fitting dress. You can only go in and salute when the king calls you, and then wait in line to speak.

In Duunkanal, Aisna said that she could meet, that is, she could meet immediately.

After receiving a positive answer, Brian led the group directly to the door of a large building.

"Go in, witchers, you can see Ms. Aisna. váfái, poor little guy."

"What"

Ciri turned her head towards Vesemir in confusion. She already knew who was the most knowledgeable among the three. And her relationship with the old witcher progressed rapidly.

"It's about saying goodbye, Ciri. She's saying goodbye."

"Ah, bye, Blaine."

They walked in, Jay There was nothing going on when Lott and Vesemir entered, but when Ciri walked into the room, an irritable and almost crazy male voice suddenly yelled out.

"You little rascal, you are here so I can catch you. Good luck to you. I can't get out of bed now, otherwise I will make your ass bloom."

Ciri pouts. Keep your mouth shut.

"You want to spank me?" She wrinkled her nose funny, "I am a lady and I cannot spank a lady. This is wrong."

Lan En followed Shirley. Entering the room later, he made sure that the guy in front of him, who was sitting on the bed with a bandage on his shoulder and bleeding, didn't really want to do something to Ciri.

The tone was more like educating a child who was disobedient and ran around.

"Sir, before you educate this lady." Referring to Xili as a lady really made Lan En's tongue stuck.

The little girl smiled proudly at Lan En.

"Before this, should you inform me of your identity?"

"My identity, hum, my identity" the man with the bleeding bandage just started The tone was still indignant, but as he spoke, a sense of confusion and distress emerged.

“I used to be Baron Bodrog, the governor under King Aiweil. But now, now, you little villain, after you run away from my caravan, what’s left of me? What?"

"I have transformed from a governor into a wanted criminal in Verden. All that is waiting for me in my fief is the gallows."

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