The last two people, Geralt cut off one person's neck in a flurry of turning and slashing from the upper left to the lower right.
He is the kind of person who cares about the sword blade, so he deliberately controlled the force and did not let the sword blade rub against the hard cervical vertebrae, but only cut the throat and blood vessels.
The other one was hit in the back of the knee by him, and he knelt down uncontrollably, and then Geralt had his head chopped off like a beheading.
The head wearing a conical helmet rolled all the way to Lan En's feet.
"You don't want to chop off the bones in the end"
Lan curled his lips and complained to Geralt.
After dealing with nearly ten armored warriors, Geralt took two deep breaths and looked very tired.
But the witcher's quick recovery ability allowed him to quickly become less physically exhausted after taking a breath.
"It's better to save money and get used to it. It's better to have less damage."
Finally, the demon hunter with milky white hair stained with blood said habitually: "After all, I am not a long-term demon hunter who has signed a long-term contract with Aretuza Academy."
Lan fully understood that Geralt, who seemed cold-faced, was actually a sharp-tongued and narrow-minded person. fact.
"Brother, if you can't help it, tell me the name of the sorceress who hurt you, and I'll see if I can help you straighten her out. To be honest, you look like a resentful woman now."
Arondette's blade is not stained by blood, and Lan En can directly put the sword back into its sheath after shaking it off. At this time, the young man put his hands on his hips and suggested to the senior who was simply wiping off the blood and fat on the sword.
Geralt would be embarrassed every time he talked about the unknown sorceress. He did not look like a witcher who ordered special purchases in various taverns on the mainland.
"No, I will never tell you my name. Never"
Facing the decisive white wolf, Lan En made an accordion shape with his hands on his chest posture.
"Okay, you have the final say, buddy."
Lan En is very distressed. He is his first love now, and there is no reason to be betrayed by a senior demon hunter who has slept all over the continent. Just treat him like a male night devil
The two of them walked towards the wreckage of the carriage. In just these few steps, Geralt had regained most of his physical strength.
Vesemir is dragging Ciri to stand up from behind the bunker.
The draft horse that was still breathing had completely collapsed. Vesemir did not let the little girl see the scene. He only covered the girl's eyes in front of particularly exciting scenes.
This behavior that seemed to be intentional exercise made Geralt frown.
"Vesemir, you shouldn't let her see this."
The old demon hunter raised his eyebrows in confusion, "Hey, you and Lambert, Eskai Well, at her age, she has already started to learn with the greasy water ghost's entrails."
"But she is a princess, the heir of Cintra. She doesn't have to be like a hunter.Live like a demon. "
Hearing this, Vesemir's brows completely frowned, even deeper than Geralt's.
"You don't want to treat Ciri as yours. "Cultivation of an accidental child, is this what you mean, Geralt?"
Under the sight of the three adults, the little girl raised her head pitifully, looking at the milky white hair, which was connected to her fate. Demon Hunter.
A debate was about to begin, but Lan En seemed to hear something. He raised his left hand and faced forward.
A spherical golden film appeared. , and then an arrow hit the magic shield and was bounced aside.
The three demon hunters put aside their differences for an instant and became alert.
"That one. The trajectory of the arrow is a very long parabola. There is a high probability that it is not aimed at us, but a random stray arrow. ”
Vesemir has more combat experience than the two people around him combined. He has seen countless strange battle situations and emergencies. Whether an arrow is intentional or unintentional, he can even tell by feel. Guess it.
Lan En’s dynamic vision allowed him to see clearly what the arrow looked like just now.
“The arrow feathers are pheasant tail feathers, dyed with tree bark juice. The yellow color is the arrows of the dryads. ”
As if in response to Lan En’s guess, a mass of panicked screams came from the woods.
That was the bow that Lan En had just scared away. Crossbowmen.
The trajectories of the dryad arrows were almost gliding in the air, and the soldiers in armor fell down like fallen leaves on the road, or were struck sideways by small wooden sticks.
The few survivors ran out of the woods frantically and ran towards the few horses they left behind.
The tree spirits did not shoot again. But that doesn't mean they ran away.
The woods on both sides of the road began to close up. Under the sun, the spacious artificial road disappeared and was replaced by a forest wall composed of trees.
The trees controlled by some kind of magic stretched out sharp branches, which did not harm the horses at all, but pierced and hung up the soldiers on the horses.
And so on. The screams stopped, the forest wall disappeared, and the trees returned to their original positions.
There was a knight with a blond beard, a strong figure, and clothes on the road again. A sealskin jacket, and a wool belt with a tartan pattern.
Lan was a little wary at first, but after he saw that the expressions on Geralt and Ciri's faces were surprise rather than caution, He also relaxed.
Sure enough, Geralt directly called the knight's name "Mossack." ”
At the edge of the forest, a group of slender figures came out and waved to the knight, and then waved in Lan En’s direction. Then they returned to the dense forest.
< p>The druid named Mossak first returned the salute to the dryads, then turned his head and looked directly at these people.Three witchers and a little girl."You really make my head explode, little princess"
Mossack said coldly, but Shirley didn't seem to care at all. The bearded man smiled coldly and ran towards his horse.
"Uncle Mossack"
That voice was so sweet that Lan En usually only heard this tone when the little girl in trouble got vaccinated in advance with her father. .
But there is no doubt that the bearded old man who just impaled several soldiers with branches liked this very much.
The coldness on his face melted away in an instant, he dismounted and hugged Xili tightly in his arms.
"It's me, you're safe, Ciri"
While the little girl was acting coquettishly, Lan asked Geralt about the identity of the visitor.
A druid from the Skellige Islands who currently serves as a royal advisor in Cintra.
Cintra is a country with strong and martial people. It is very difficult for them to accept vicious, strange and insidious magic.
But druids who are close to nature, mostly strong and capable of fighting, are very respected there.
In addition, the current king of Cintra is a Skellige of the Tursek family. Cintra has deep friendship and exchanges with the Skellige Islands, which is another plus point.
No wonder Arethusa Academy can't stuff their students into the palace of Cintra.
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