Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 315: 314 Land God

Chapter 315 314. God of the Earth

While the others were in a state of confusion, Lan En naturally struck up a conversation with the [Queen of Silver Eyes].

He took Arondette off her waist and held her hands in front of her.

Excuse my presumption, did you also participate in the encirclement and suppression of that thing in early autumn?

That thing refers to Dagon.

To this day, Lan is still instinctively unwilling to mention Dagon's name in this world. In his feeling, just saying this name from a mortal's mouth is enough to cause big trouble again.

Who knows what kind of outrageous things there were in the world that the Lady in the Lake didn't even dare to let him take a look at.

Esna easily understood the meaning of Lan En's words.

She walked into the room, followed by two dryads carrying bows.

"I have contributed some strength, but I am still far from the one who gave you this sword. After all, I can only mobilize the power of Brok Leon, and there are endless wilderness and forests in this world, and they have their own Owner."

Lan En lowered his head with respect.

He already understood the level of Aisna. She was probably an earth **** limited to Broklon, but she was born among the tree spirits and also served as the queen of the tree spirits.

"Please stop saluting, Lan En. You have contributed to the safety of the entire world. Logically speaking, everyone in this room should salute you."

The two witchers, the knight lying on the bed, Ciri, and even the dryads in the room all looked at Lan En with disbelief.

Among them, the knight who was placed in a nursing position by Lan En still had guilt and fear in his eyes.

He realized now that the hands that could kill more than two hundred people in one night were holding his shoulders and arms at close range, swinging them back and forth.

I seemed to have scolded him at that time and called him a "kindhearted gentleman".

Just thinking about it made me break into a cold sweat.

Stop joking. The young witcher hung the Lady of the Lake sword back on his waist and shook his head indifferently.

"Without the efforts of you and other adults, I wouldn't even be qualified to stand in front of that thing. And it was just because I was the only suitable candidate there. If it was Geralt who was there at the time, it probably wouldn't make any difference. "

Lan En still has a headache when choosing what words to use to refer to the beings that are pursuing and blocking Dagon in the deep realms of the world.

At present, their ingredients are too complex.

There are conceptual gods like the Lady of the Lake, nature gods like Dana Mebi who basically dont care about anything in the world, and otherworldly demons like Gaunt ODimm. Its too difficult to find a collective name for these guys.

There is no if in this world, there is no what if at that time. It is you who solved that thing, there is no doubt about it.

The Silver-Eyed Queen's decisive and majestic voice sounded again.

"But I think you are not here to talk about something that is not easy to talk about. It is not the etiquette of a host to let other guests participate in a conversation that is not easy to interrupt, so our topic comes to an end."

Lan En readily accepted the Dryad Queen's proposal.

So Eisna turned her gaze slightly and landed on the other two demon hunters.

She also waved her hand and asked Blaine to take Ciri out directly.

The little girl woke up from the confusing conversation just now. Her green eyes were filled with tears, like a piece of shining glass, and she looked at Geralt and Lan En.

But neither of them could refuse Eisna here.

No mortal could refuse Eisna in the forest of Broklon.

Thats strange. Are old acquaintances from the outside world coming to visit today? Vesemir and Geralt?

Hail, Esna, Queen of the Dryads.*2

The master and apprentice of the Wolf Faction said in unison, making Lann wonder if Vesemir had given Geralt a special course.

"I came with Vesemir." Geralt's voice did not waver, and Vesemir followed closely.

I am here with a mission.

Having found the rightful owner, Aisna showed a stiff and sharp smile.

"Oh, that explains your recklessness, Vesemir. Entering Broklon without saying hello to me is a dangerous act even for you. I can imagine the mission you have to shoulder. What is it? A lobbyist? A messenger? Thats what you humans call this role.

"But Vesemir, I have to reiterate again, your actions are very dangerous. It is your human rule not to kill, and I do not accept it. The tree spirits do not recognize human rules, and you can still take your apprentice with you now. I am standing here just because the person traveling with you has done a great deed, and we creatures who live on a material basis must owe him a debt of gratitude."

Vesemirs lips murmured and then regained their composure.

The old man understood very early on that there are so many strange people and strange things in this world that are unimaginable, and it is just wishful thinking for an individual to explore all the mysteries on the scale of life.

He has long been accustomed to encountering situations that he cannot understand, and has summed up a set of coping methods

Eliminate the factors that make him unable to understand the whole thing and focus on the factors that can be solved.

In short: I know how much I weigh, and it is too much for me to care about or care about.

You should at least know who sent me, right?

Vesemir said cautiously.

"To be honest, I don't want to know. I have no reason to listen to a message, proposal, or ultimatum from a human being, a messenger from a race whose thoughts and habits are completely different from mine. King Vinslav's thoughts have nothing to do with me."

Vesemir looked up in surprise.

You know it was he who sent me?

Its not hard to guess. Among the surrounding kings, he is the only one who neither hates me enough nor is stupid enough.

Then you should seize this opportunity to add allies to yourself and Broccolion. Shouldnt you?

Are you kidding, Vesemir?

The queen of the dryads gave an incredulous look with her silver eyes.

"Yes, King Wenslav is one of the few kings around who is smart and doesn't hate the tree spirits. But doesn't he buy the scalps of the tree spirits? His purpose is not to occupy the land, timber, and minerals of Brokleon and obtain legal rights. Are you claiming to drive the dryads into human protected areas?"

There is a guy among a group of vicious robbers who can say a few prayers when stabbing, and you tell me that you want to treat him as a friend? This is too funny.

Vesemir was speechless.

In fact, in his opinion, what humans would do to tree spirits was many times worse than bandits.

Eighty percent of robbers only want money, not life.

But the human attitude towards the tree spirits is that of genocide, and then a small number of survivors move into the protected area and are kept like ornamental animals.

This is not a conjecture, but a current situation that humans have done many times and are still doing.

In the ethnic protected areas in the north of the mainland, cat people can always bring a lot of sightseeing expenses to the protected areas.

Thanks to the racial characteristics of the tree spirits, if they ever enter the protected area, human men will probably use them for more than just watching.

After all, apart from transforming little human girls into their own kind, most of the tree spirits achieve racial expansion by borrowing seeds from human males.

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