Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 321 320. ‘Not good’

What was originally a chat-like discussion on horseback 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 this sentence, only Geralt muttered mindless words such as "It doesn't make sense" and "It can't be done", and the atmosphere between the four of them suddenly filled with liveliness and joy.

Monsters that can destroy all living things, as well as gods who have disappeared, these things 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, "Do you want to marry Prince Christine?"

Xili 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 bad."

Lan En stretched out his hand, crossed the gap between the two horses, and patted Ciri on the head.

"If you don't like it, you have to leave, otherwise we will be left in a wilderness without even a roadbed. People can walk, but horses cannot."

"Just in time, I also want to see to what extent the 'bad' thing in your premonition is."

Lan En was very curious about the prophecy that Xili seemed to have in her bloodline. He wanted to see what the prophecy standard of this 'prophecy' was.

Should Ciri be judged as "not good" only based on the factors of a little girl herself, or is it still "not good" 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.

Both demon hunters tightened the straps of their armors and the hilts of the swords on their backs.

When Carrot and Poppy passed through a large bushy bend, the three witchers realized 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. Outside the chain mail, there were blouses embroidered with heraldry.

That represents the royal family of Verdon, a black and yellow checkered shield.

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're going home, to Brugg, what's going on?"

Geralt stepped forward to negotiate, while Vesemir was comforting Ciri on horseback.

Lan En casually placed his left hand 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.

"Twenty-three people have appeared so far, 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, but the fingers of his left hand kept tapping Arondette's handle.

"Bring the men here, Jaghans!"

A voice shouted from the road ahead, and the surrounding soldiers dispersed to make way.

Lan En, who was smiling, and Geralt, who was expressionless as he entered the task state, walked in front.

Behind him, Vesemir 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, a large leafy tree fell across the middle of the road.

In front of this 'roadblock' 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 full of sharp arrows, and one of them did not die immediately. At this time, his yellowed front teeth were exposed, and he was breathing heavily and bleeding.

Some human corpses were caught in the wheels, and some were thrown several meters away.

"Let me tell you, blood debt 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.

"Blood debt must be paid with blood! It is simply unbearable. First we were the baron of Bodrog, then the princess of Cintra, and now a merchant. For the sake of the gods, revenge, we must take revenge! Otherwise, They should come to our doorstep and kill people tomorrow!”

"You said 'revenge'. Is this the work of a tree spirit?"

Geralt asked hesitantly, and the question was answered by a soldier wearing a shooter's leather wristband.

"Otherwise? Clearly! It's those green-skinned bitches!"

"Blake is right," the squinting soldier continued, "are you right? And you, brother, I have to ask you: Where are you 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 Brugues..." the slant-eyed soldier frowned, "I have to say, brother, it is your king Vinslav who condones these monsters. He is unwilling to fight with our King Ervel and Verak of Kairak. King Sass has formed an alliance. If we attack from three sides, we will definitely be able to kill them all..."

"Are you sure it was the dryads that did it?" Lan interrupted behind Geralt.

The squinting soldier was 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 harden them with water. This is not a tree spirit arrow. What?"

"I also saw those arrows." Lan En interrupted him again, "But many of these people on the ground died after being hit with knives, right?"

"Good observation." said the squinting soldier. "This is better. You have to report to King Vincelav, man. That king doesn't want us to hurt the 'good and friendly' dryad. Wait until May Day, they said There might even be a tryst. They might be quite friendly in that regard. If we capture one alive, we can verify it."

"You have to persuade your king to ask your wife to 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 we 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. 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 cut down a tree to make a roadblock, but the tree spirits... they don't know how to cut down trees."

The fingers that were tapping the sword hilt carelessly stopped.

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