Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 305: 304 Entering the Forest

Chapter 305 Chapter 304. Entering the forest

Ah ha, what a pity. I heard that Fanel from Brugges court is a great beauty.

Brugge, like Verden, is a country adjacent to the Broccolion Forest. Geralt and Lan were riding horses on the road outside the forest.

I dont know why, but the cream-white-haired demon hunters tone is a bit sarcastic, but is there a little bit of jealousy in the sarcasm?

"It's always like this, Geralt, you've been acting weird ever since you found out about my partnership with Arethusa. I'm their long-term witcher, and I'm there to do work! It's not like I'm going to be with someone from the academy. Fuck every witch!

Lan En looked at the senior next to him suspiciously.

I said you are so sensitive, maybe you have been hurt by a witch

At this point, the young man judged decisively from the expressions of his seniors that he should end this topic.

Geralt's face now smells as bad as the **** of his horse named Carrot.

Lan En was anxious to make amends, so he thought of blowing off the seniors.

Hey Geralt, theres nothing good about witches. Witchers live a free life, but witches are just more respected in society, have more money, are more beautiful, and have stronger magic power, eh.

After talking for a long time, Lan En found that Geralt's face was getting more and more ugly, and then the young man himself was stuck in his words.

"Just do me a favor, Lann." Geralt's voice sounded like he was gritting his teeth and squeezing out from between his teeth. "Can we run in peace for a while?"

.You have the final say, boss.

The young man who knew that he had breached the guard immediately got off the donkey along the slope.

Geralt is the kind of person who looks cold-faced and tough on the outside, but in his heart, he is a bit fragile and sensitive.

Lan judged based on the expression of the old demon hunter just now that this guy probably suffered emotional trauma from the sorceress.

And the reason for this injury is probably because his pride was stung when he was interacting with the sorceress.

Witchers are a group of people who are discriminated against. Lan En doesn't feel much about it because he has only been a witcher for a few months and then he became famous.

The farmers despised him and would not take him seriously. And the nobles who knew what he could do had no reason to despise him.

So even though Lan En often stayed in the sorceress's academy, he didn't feel that he was inferior to others.

Learning and combat prowess. The sorceress apprentices did not dare to look at his face in class!

In addition to being relatively poor, he even felt that the sorceress was a bit politically naive.

In this way, he is the one with a sense of superiority.

But for Geralt, maintaining a relationship with a sorceress for many years would put him under psychological pressure and worry about gains and losses.

It is not difficult to imagine a passionate and painful love.

If Geralt doesn't want to talk, then they won't talk.

Lann could not discuss himself as a standard example of a witcher. He knew that he was different from his peers.

He always knew.

After walking for another morning from Brugg City, the two demon hunters came to the edge of the Brok Leon Forest again.

They couldn't simply head into the forest directly. They came to find the great master of the Wolf School.

They have to find the right traces before they can follow them in.

The traces were quickly found. At noon, they found the first body.

The corpse was not surprising, just like the farmer Lan En had seen on the roadside who was shot by the tree spirits.

He is a very young boy.

Six and three steps away from the corpse, there was an arrow from a pheasant tail feather inserted in each of them, while the third arrow that should have been shot at the feet was directly inserted into the eye socket of the corpse.

The dryads' bows and arrows are still accurate, but their patience seems to be running out fast.

Vesemir wouldnt lead an ordinary person into Broklon, but this is his entry point.

Geralt picked up a handful of dirt from the side of the corpse and smelled it, the pupils in the cat's eyes contracting uneasily. Lan En knew that he had activated his demon hunter senses.

The young man glanced at the body and expressed his judgment. The coat of arms of this man is not the coat of arms of Brugge, but the coat of arms of Verden.

The news that Verdon wants to push the forest edge further in seems to have made the dryads angry. They have now lost one shot to warn them away.

The situation will intensify as the war really begins. But this has nothing to do with us. Witchers have always been neutral. We just hunt monsters.

Old-school witchers adhere to old-school ideas. Geralt stood up from a half-crouched position, put the sword on his back, and walked into the forest.

Lan followed behind.

This is the action pattern they agreed upon: Geralt is familiar with his teachers whereabouts and is responsible for tracking him. Lann is responsible for fending off danger in his distorted vision that activates the witcher's senses.

Lann entered this forest that had been dense and prosperous since ancient times for the second time during the day, but he saw that Geralt didn't seem too nervous.

"I have been here several times, and I have lived in the dryad city in this forest for a while, and Vesemir is the same. Humans don't regard us as the same kind, but this contempt and rejection made the dryads and nymphs let go. The hostility towards us is an interesting phenomenon, isnt it?

Geralt explained calmly.

You are still too young, Lan En. When you live longer, you will naturally have relationships with many long-lived creatures.

Okay, okay, lets accumulate interpersonal relationships. It seems that this method is always useful in places with intelligent creatures.

Lan En responded casually, while using the long knife with a graceful arc to split the shrubs and dead branches blocking the road.

During the day, Broccolion under the sun is more vibrant than at night, with a wild and unbridled vitality.

Even in winter, the evergreen trees can still deprive the lower levels of the forest of sunlight, and woodpeckers peck at the trunks, eager to find a few frozen bugs. The grouse were twittering incessantly.

Block Leon is full of life.

But neither of the two demon hunters relaxed their vigilance, because they both still remembered the corpse of a boy whose skull was nailed through the eye socket, and the carnivorous ants that had crawled on the boy's eyelids.

As they moved toward the interior of the forest, they encountered several more corpses one after another.

If it werent for the cold metallic light reflected from the steel swords and armor plates on the corpses, the two demon hunters wouldnt even be able to spot them among the dense lichen in the forest.

Their shields or clothes are all printed with Verdon's black and yellow checkered shield pattern.

Except for the part where the arrow penetrated the flesh, there were no more stains or damage on the clothes, which was enough to tell that these people were not ordinary servants or soldiers.

There are already seven corpses, they should have no survivors.

Lan En made a smooth stroke, and in front of him, the branches and leaves that were dense and swaying in the cold wind, and seemed to be weak and weak, were all cut into a smooth incision in an instant.

That swordsmanship made Geralt, who had his demon hunter senses activated, twitching at the corner of his mouth.

He had some doubts that Arethusa had enchanted the elven sword with a new type of rune.

At the same time, Lan En, who had finished swinging his sword, and Geralt, who was half-crouching, raised their heads at the same time and looked in one direction.

Is it my imagination?

No, I heard it too.

Two pairs of cat eyes look at each other. The abundant xylem in the forest is the best natural sound-absorbing material. Even a witcher here would wonder if he is hearing something.

But the answers obtained by two people comparing each other are probably not wrong.

In their ears, not far away, there was a powerful old voice shouting something in an unintelligible language.

Lann had heard it once during the night when he entered Broklon. It was the ancient language spoken by the dryads.

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