Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 318 317. Prophecy

At this time, Brian walked in from outside the house carrying a large ornate water glass.

"But before you take this girl away from me, I have only one request. Lann let her drink the water from the cup."

Geralt suddenly jumped up.

"Are you going back on your word, madam? That is the water of Broccolion. Girls who drink it will turn into dryads, and men who drink it will die!"

Eisna didn't look at the other two demon hunters, her silver eyes stared straight at Lan En.

"There is only one request, Lan. You have been in contact with Blaine for a few days. You know very well that this water will not destroy a person's logic and thinking, nor will it even affect the personality. Even people like Blaine It can also retain the memories of when it was a human being. It just gives the girls beautiful skin, strong muscles, and an affinity for the forest."

Aisna's eyes met Lan En's, and there was an emotion that rarely appeared in silver eyes - persistence.

For an extraordinary creature that has become symbiotic with Brok Leon, this emotion is truly rare.

"As long as she drinks the water of Broccolion and lets me watch her drink it with my own eyes, I will ask for nothing and let you come and go."

Lan En looked at her in silence for a long time, and then he seemed to understand something and said tentatively.

"Do you want to witness some kind of phenomenon? Something will happen after Shirley drinks this water?"

"Yes. I can tell you everything. This water may not work on her. But this is a kind of proof."

Eisna said bluntly.

"It proves that the era is not over yet, that everything has just begun, that everything can turn around."

"This is too poetic for you. Can't we speak plainly? Just because she is the son of that ancient bloodline? Can she prove so many things?"

"Just because she is a child of ancient blood."

Lan En rubbed his forehead.

He now felt what Geralt and Vesemir felt when he talked to Esna.

There are many things in the other party's words that he doesn't understand at all, and it seems he doesn't want to say more.

"Okay." Lan En stood up, walked to the carpet where Aisna and Ciri were, and squatted down to look at the little girl. "Well, what do you think? Let me tell you first, drinking this water will probably make you uncomfortable."

Blaine and Bai Lang, who were holding cups, said in unison: "It must be uncomfortable."

But Xili didn't hesitate and nodded heavily: "If I can leave this way, I will drink it."

Eisna ignored them, took the cup from Brian's hand, and turned towards Geralt.

"Do you recognize the ancient language on this, White Wolf?"

"The sword of destiny has two edges, and you are one of them."

Ciri could be taken away even if she turned into a dryad. After being mentally prepared for this, Geralt seemed much more relaxed.

"Are you still stressing to me about your illusory fate?"

"'Ethereal'? We will find out soon. Now, drink, son of the ancient blood."

Aisna held the water glass and handed it to Shirley's mouth.

Everyone was looking at the little guy who drank the magic water, but under everyone's gaze, there was no fainting, convulsions, fever, or vomiting.

She just had some redness on her face and was out of breath from drinking too much water in one go, but nothing else happened.

Until Aisna said "enough" and pressed the cup in Ciri's hand.

The little girl raised her face from the mouth of the huge cup and looked directly into the dryad's silver eyes, and said the same words as before: "I will follow the path of destiny."

Then the Dryad Queen had a complicated expression on her face.

Happy or disappointed, tired or relaxed. Both Lan and Vesemir felt that their experience was too shallow at this moment to understand how many unspeakable emotions were contained in this expression.

Ciri stood up from Aisna's arms and walked towards Lan En.

Aisna didn't stop her.

The little girl looked up, until Lan En patted her shoulder, she passed the young man and threw herself into Geralt's arms.

"It seems." The young man said tentatively, "You have seen the phenomenon you want to witness?"

"How is the result?"

Eisna waited for a while before replying to Lan En: "It's not bad, the result is not bad."

Lan En noticed that an indescribable color was fading away from those silver eyes.

Did she just cast a spell?

Because Doon Kanal is filled with chaotic energy, the demon hunter's silver necklace is shaking all the time, and there is no effective warning at all. Lan En can only make speculations based on the current situation.

When Ciri cast a spell when she drank the water of Broklon, she said that she was going to witness the 'era', 'turning point', etc. Was she prophesying just now?

Using Ciri, or the ancient blood in her body, as a medium to cast prophecy?

This is another unfamiliar field. Lan En is still in the novice stage of the demon hunter even with the knowledge of curses, let alone prophecy, which is considered high-end knowledge in the warlock circle.

Then, before any of them could react, a sudden feeling of dizziness hit everyone's brains.

Lan En was no exception. He felt that the dizziness was several times worse than the portal, and he lost consciousness almost instantly.

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When Lan En suddenly opened his eyes again, he only saw the shining golden sun in the sky, like a large uncut gold coin, hanging above the clouds in the cold winter wind.

The tree roots behind him hurt him.

He stood up suddenly, and there was a dull crashing sound on his forehead.

"Ouch!"

Ciri's cry of pain came from the side of her head. Turning his head to look over, he saw that the little girl had just put her head in his face and bumped into her as she stood up.

Lan En expressionlessly touched the tooth marks on his forehead, which were made just now.

"What did you want to do just now?"

The little girl covered her chin and lips, turned her face to the side, and responded angrily: "I didn't mean to do anything, I just wanted to wake you up. As soon as I opened my eyes, it was daylight, and we were no longer in the forest. I panicked. Isn’t it okay?”

Lan En sneered with a crooked mouth and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Hmph, you are panicking and want to call someone, why don't you wake up Geralt. He is the one connected to your fate."

"Isn't this how close you are?"

Facing the little girl's words without hesitation, Lan En glanced sideways at Geralt, whose head was tilted at Ciri's feet.

"Wake up! Geralt, wake up!"

Seeing Ciri kneeling next to Geralt and tugging at his piece of mail, Lan sighed helplessly.

He turned around and ran to Vesemir who was lying down.

Before he could take action, the old man himself lay on the ground and stretched.

There was a crackling sound in the joints on the body.

Geralt over there also opened his eyes and was saying drowsily, "Where am I, for the sake of the plague?"

The old man here seemed to wake up in his bed calmly: "Good morning, child."

Lan En couldn't help but sigh, ginger is still hot with age.

Geralt - No!

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