Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 298 297. Communication and Cooperation

"Are you a witcher?"

A slightly stuck common language came from the woods.

Lan En threw away the arrow in his hand naturally, then opened the hood on his head, showing his cat's eyes to the dryads in the forest.

"I guarantee it, everyone."

After he turned around, a small group of tree spirits suddenly emerged from the dense forest.

Just as Lan En had learned before, with grass-green skin and a graceful figure, she was like a nymph in the woods.

Their hiding ability in the woods is exaggerated. As long as they want, the movements in the woods can cover up their own movements.

Even if their bodies sweat, it tastes like tree sap, without human pheromones.

Even the witcher's extraordinary senses are unlikely to find them in the forest.

Lan En saw with his own eyes a brick-red haired tree spirit walking out from behind a fir tree holding a bow, but the width of the fir tree should not be able to cover the tree spirit at all.

Then a tree spirit with olive green hair emerged from the bushes that Lan En had just seen, but no one was seen at all, and faced him with a bow raised.

There should be more dryads in the woods, but if it's just for dialogue, these guys are about it.

The brick-red haired dryad looked at Lan En for a while. Her expression was so serious that Lan En could not judge whether she was beautiful or not.

The awkward ancient words came out of her mouth, and her expression seemed to be urging.

Of course, the person urging was not Lan En. A tree spirit with honey-colored hair reluctantly stepped forward and took on the role of translator.

"Witcher, your name."

Judging from the voice, this was the tree spirit who had just shouted to him.

Lan En understood very well the tree spirits' reluctance to contact outsiders. If it were his scalp that was offered for purchase, he would not want to talk to someone who might take over the business.

But Lan En knew very well - he would never be able to take that kind of job in his life.

So when responding, the young witcher seemed open-minded.

"Lane, Lann of Cintra. Where is your name? As a basis for conversation, it is necessary to exchange names."

"It does not matter."

The honey-colored haired dryad refused at first, but then pursed his lips. "Blaine. If you feel like we need to use names for this conversation, just call me Blaine."

"Okay, Brian. I am a demon hunter who will not attack intelligent creatures because of money or missions. You may believe it or not. I entered Broklon this time just to deal with the day demon. Spirit. It has been wandering here for two years, so you must know something about it?"

Blaine stood seven steps in front of Lan En, and Lan En simply found a rotten fallen log and sat on it.

"The day demon is a trouble, both to humans and to you. If I can get rid of it, there's no reason why you can't make it easier for me, right?"

Blaine looked back. Although the brick-red haired dryad had remained silent, he nodded at her imperceptibly.

So Blaine turned back to Lan and said.

"I have heard the rules of you demon hunters. I hope you will abide by the rules by not hunting intelligent creatures. What do you need to free that demon spirit?"

Lan En nodded, it would be easy if he was willing to cooperate.

Immediately, he briefly introduced to the tree spirit translator the method of hunting demon spirits during the day, as well as the ins and outs of the incident.

"So" Brian frowned after hearing this, looking quite troubled.

"You want to find the woman's bones? The bones that have been lying in this forest for two years?"

The dryad translator spread his hands and felt that the demon hunter in front of him was talking in his sleep.

No one knows the biodegradability of forests better than them. The lushness of the Brokleon Forest far exceeds human imagination. Even the body of an adult griffon cannot be preserved for more than three days.

Not to mention a woman who weighs just over a hundred pounds?

"Let's put this aside for now. I'm more concerned about you. Aren't you curious about the sound of the woman who completed the curse in a distorted form and dragged away the body after it was realized?"

Lan En was sitting bent over with his elbows on his knees, looking very relaxed.

The dryads who were originally raising their bows on guard behind Brain now let down their guard a little after the conversation became smoother, and leaned against the tree trunks to look around.

Blaine didn't seem to care about Lan's curiosity.

"This is a huge forest that has existed since ancient times until today, Witcher. The area of ​​this forest is almost the same as that of Verden and Brugg. And how many do you think we have? Tens of thousands? A dozen or so. Wan? Do you think the dryads are the managers and protectors of Brok Leon?"

Blaine smiled sarcastically.

"Don't judge us by human concepts, witcher. Brokleon has no managers and no protectors. The dryads are Brokleon's daughters, not their masters."

"It is normal for some kind of ancient power and unknown creatures to appear in this forest. If you want to listen, I can tell you six or seven different ones."

"No, thank you for the invitation to the story club." Lan En nodded, expressing his understanding that the dryads were accustomed to supernatural powers.

"I just hope that when I chase the bones, there won't be a good arrow shot at the back of my head. As long as I can guarantee this, I can let the day demon for the sake of humans and tree spirits." Spiritual liberation.”

"I promise you, Demon Hunter." Blaine nodded to Lan En from a distance.

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The forest returned to its eerie tranquility, and the dryads disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if they had never appeared before.

Lan En put his hands on his knees and stood up from the dead wood.

Having obtained temporary access to Broccolion, it was time for him to get to work.

It was now approaching noon, and he planned to spend the entire afternoon finding the bones, and then summon the day demon to appear at night.

At night, the power of day demons will be weakened, which is easier to deal with than night demons.

Night demon spirits cannot even be summoned at other times except late at night when their power is at its peak.

Mentos began to project onto Lan En's retina. It sorted out the environmental conditions and then highlighted suspected clues to match Lan En's witcher vision.

But even with this kind of treatment that ordinary demon hunters would never dare to imagine, Lan En's progress was not smooth sailing.

Indeed, as Brian said, the vigorous biological activities in the forest, the nature of plants and animals can cover up all traces.

Lan En had to rely on the roaring bear head pendant around his neck. He couldn't find the body by relying on traces. He could only find it based on the remnants of chaos magic.

The Cormorant Curse, which is extremely effective, and the huge magic power that drives the vines will leave traces for ten years.

Lan En wandered around the junction between this forest and the outside world for a long time, and finally found a vine that retained the magic power of chaos.

He followed the clues and advanced about half a kilometer in the forest, finally finding his target in a dead and hollow tree.

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