The discussion that was originally a chat on horseback once 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 " It doesn't make 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 a blessing.
The four people came to a fork in the road again, which 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, "You want to marry Prince Christine"
Li muttered angrily, and 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 wrong, 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 not good."
Lan stretched out his hand, crossed the gap between the two horses, and patted Pat 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 think so too. Let’s see how bad your premonition is.”
Lan En is curious about the prophecy that comes with Xili’s bloodline. He wants to see the prediction standard of this prophecy. What is it.
Is it bad to just judge Ciri as a little girl, or is it still bad after integrating the combat power of 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 are not seen loading the bows now, they must be shooting arrows not too slowly.
They wore conical helmets, dark gray cotton armor, and chain mail coats with embroideredHeraldic blouse.
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, back to Brugg, what is going on"
Geralt enters Before negotiating, Vesemir was comforting Ciri on horseback.
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.
"There are currently twenty-three people present, 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. Just the fingers of his left hand were tapping Alondette'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.
Vesemir behind him 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 tall tree fell in the middle of the road.
Before this roadblock there 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 packhorses were covered with sharp arrows, and 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.
"If you ask me, 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.
“It is unbearable to pay with blood. 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 door and kill people tomorrow."
"You said revenge is done by tree spirits."
Geralt asked hesitantly, this question He was answered by a soldier wearing a shooter's leather wristband.
"Otherwise, it's clearly those green-skinned bitches."
"Blake said it right," the squinting soldier continued, "You are right, and you, too, Brother, I have to ask you where you are from”
"Bruggers." Geralt continued to lie, his working expression actually stiff enough in this situation.
Lan En feels that this is indeed a useful technology.
The "Brugger" slant-eyed soldier frowned, "I have to say, brother, it is your king Vinslav who condones these monsters. He is unwilling to talk to our King Erver, and King Veraxus of Kairak formed an alliance. If we attack from three sides, we will definitely kill them all."
"You must be the tree spirit," Lan said behind Geralt.
The soldiers with squinting eyes are 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."
"Good observation." The squinting soldier said, "This is better. You have to report to King Wenslav, man, that king doesn't want us to hurt the kind and friendly people. They might have a tryst in May. If we catch one alive, we can verify it."
"You. You must 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 you do business on this road?"
" Well, this is indeed a proposal that the king will care about. Kings cannot tolerate the loss of their prestige in the hearts of city residents."
Lan En nodded seriously and agreed deeply. 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. It seems that these people were not killed by dryads."
"The murderer chopped down a tree to make a roadblock, but the dryads and they would not Cut down the tree."
The fingers that were tapping the sword hilt carelessly stopped.
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