The Divine Hunter Chapter 24: Duane Canal

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At noon the next day, they arrived at the Forest of Giant Trees.

This is a wooded area mostly surrounded by oak, yew, and butternut trees.

These trees have grown for hundreds of thousands of years. Each one has to be hugged by several people, and its height is incalculable. Their roots originally buried in the ground are twisting and powerful to break through the ground, and the parts growing on the ground are It is taller than the heads of four people.

Bryan knelt down facing the woods and lowered his head piously.

Geralt looked in awe, and he was as lively and chirping as a bird along the way. Xili felt inexplicable pressure, and the expression on her little face was solemn and serious.

And Roy stared at the thickest tree among them, his dark gold pupils shrinking.

Maokai

Age:? (Insufficient perception)

Identity: Sacred Oak (an old oak tree in Broccolion, which has been worshiped devoutly by tree spirits for hundreds of years, bathed in faith, developed wisdom, and became a natural spirit. It shares the power of manipulating nature with some trees Let’s work together to protect the Brok Leon Forest that gave birth to them.)

While Roy was observing.

Two bulges appeared in the middle of the wrinkled bark of the big tree, the size of a fist, like the upper and lower eyelids of a person - they slowly opened, revealing a pair of weathered and deep eyes.

At the same time, a circle of green light rippled from the roots of a tree that was taller than a person, gradually rising up and climbing along the trunk to the crown.

Like a circle of vines connected end to end.

This surging green is faith.

The feeling for the witcher is very similar to the Temple of Meliteli facing the statue of the goddess, and the Black Tern Island facing the altar of Dagan.

But it is different from Meritelli's kindness and tolerance, nor from Dagan's violence and cruelty. What it contains is the unique vitality of Brok Leon.

Roy took a deep breath of the fragrant greenery and glanced at the three people around him. Neither Geralt, Ciri, nor Brian noticed anything strange.

But the green light accumulated more and more, until at a certain moment it exploded in the canopy of the tree, and scattered from high places like a continuous spring rain. When it fell, it turned into fireflies, turned around and fell into the girl's petite body. .

Xili felt something, closed her eyes, and let out a comfortable hum from her small nose.

Visible to the naked eye, the dust and mud left on her face, hands, and boots due to the rush seemed to be washed away by clean water. In an instant, her fatigue disappeared and her complexion became rosy and healthy.

"Little guy, what happened to you just now?" Geralt noticed her abnormal changes, and his dark cat eyes revealed a doubt. Ms. Dryad and Roy were also curious.

"Didn't you hear? This big oak tree... Maokai, is saying hello to his companions." Ciri's emerald green eyes stared at the forest of giant trees, and she waved her little hand briskly to each other, "Welcome me Come to Doon Canal and welcome me aboard."

"The spirit of nature noticed the ancient blood and gave it a meeting gift." Roy realized something and shook his head again, "But she is destined not to belong to the forest."

Roy, who already knew the outcome, was not worried.

But Geralt's face turned livid.

……

After kneeling down, Brian led the three of them to speed up and walked through the forest of giant trees for about an hour before entering a moist canyon surrounded by a beech forest.

Bryan stopped suddenly, faced the two demon hunters and said, "Gwenblad, Roy, come here," she took off the scarves around her and Ciri's necks.

"I have to blindfold you, this is the rule."

"Understood." The white wolf, who had been here once, was extremely obedient.

Roy spread his hands and did not object to this act of self-protection, although covering his eyes had no effect on him who had the ability to perceive.

"I'll take you away, hold my hand tight."

Bryan's warm palms held the young witcher. Probably because they both had some elven blood, she was more willing to get close to the young witcher.

Seeing this, Ciri stamped her feet and reluctantly grabbed Geralt’s rough and thick palm,

"Stinky guy, now you are a blind man, please be honest!"

"Thank you for your kindness! Little girl, do you know why she didn't blindfold you?"

"Because we are all girls," Shirley's green eyes rolled, and suddenly asked, "By the way, what does Gwenbraed mean?"

"The white wolf in ancient language, that's what the dryads call me."

"White Wolf, Demon Hunter White Wolf..." A flash of realization flashed across Ciri's face - wasn't he the guy who helped her mother Pavetta and father Donnie?

A good feeling arose spontaneously, and Ciri couldn't help but squeeze Geralt's big hand.

"Watch out for the roots! Are they calling you that because of your gray hair?"

"Because of fate."

"What do you mean?"

"You will understand later... Ouch!"

"I told you to be careful where you step and walk attentively."

"Be serious! I don't want to become a **** before I reach my destination."

Roy pricked up his ears and listened to the noise behind him. The corners of his mouth curved. He looked straight ahead again. Through the scarf that covered his eyes, he felt that the terrain was getting lower and lower, and the surrounding fog was getting thicker and thicker.

"Finally we are almost here, the end of the journey."

……

"Take off the blindfold."

Thick fog covered everyone’s knees,

"Welcome to Doon Canal, the land of oaks, the heart of Broklon."

Roy took off his blindfold, and with the sound of water dripping in his ears, a sinkhole appeared in front of him.

At the top of them is a vast and lush canopy, with waterfall-like water curtains forming a transparent curtain from top to bottom. There are wet soil and rocks under your feet, and there are intermittent hot springs in the ground that spray water outwards, causing mist and steam to rise and fill the air with smoke.

The fresh aroma of plants filled his nose. For a moment, Roy felt like he was in a fairyland in a fairy tale.

Indeed, this place is like a fairyland. The pendants between the two demon hunters' necks are also vibrating playfully, witnessing the rich magic power visible to the naked eye around them.

"Witcher, follow yourself! As for you, give me your hand!" Brian took Ciri's little hand without any doubt.

"Wow...Roy, Geralt, it's so beautiful here!"

Xili's eyes widened, and she forgot herself and slapped the surrounding fog and steam with one hand. The two demon hunters looked at each other and saw worry in each other's eyes.

They passed through the water curtain and walked some distance further. Following a sharp and loud whistle, a moment later, a slender black-haired elf in a green bark coat stepped on the thick tree roots entrenched in the sinkhole. , walked over as gracefully as a cat.

According to the demon hunter's observation, she was actually a warlock, capable of manipulating vines and healing spells.

Her eyes swept over the four of them, especially the tall white wolf, who looked around lazily.

“Ess’ae‘nsidh?”

She laughed, revealing her white teeth, and her smile was cute and charming. Only then did Geralt realize that the dryad was looking at him from head to toe. He suddenly lost his composure and his stupid face became stiffer.

Roy looked on and snickered inwardly.

Geralt is old, has white hair, and is actually shy around women.

Is it precisely because of this shy personality that women like him so much?

Then he was stunned and listened to this lovely black-haired dryad lady speak to the white wolf.

“Bloedecaerm!Aen’necaenn’weddvort!T’essfoile!”

The words were spoken quickly and urgently. With Geralt's proficiency in Broklon dialect, he didn't understand the meaning for a while, but Roy understood it.

"She is praising you for being strong, and at the same time she is showing that she is very interested in you!"

After Roy explained, the black-haired tree spirit chuckled and left. The young man felt convinced. He finally understood why Geralt became a pile driver. The problem is——

"Geralt is strong, but the dryads don't care about his face?"

……

"Look!" the cute little Ciri exclaimed, attracting Roy's attention. "The house here is so interesting!"

Duane Canal actually "grows" out of the bottom of the sinkhole. Those "fun houses" are like huge groups of coconuts, hanging heavily from the trunks, and some are even placed directly on the top of the trees. Roy doubted it would suddenly fall.

"Roy, Geralt," Ciri said softly, "those houses are moving! They are alive!"

"They are made of living trees," Geralt recovered from slight embarrassment. "The dryads do not use human tools to build houses, but they use magic to control the movement of branches to build pure natural houses. Shelter."

"It's so cute," Xili's eyes were filled with little stars, "Roy, do you think I could build a house like this when I return to Sintra?"

"Don't be envious, you will have your own house soon." Brian said, standing in front of the door of a huge tree house,

"Go in, three of you, Ms. Aisna is waiting for you. Vafaill!"

"What do you mean?"

"The meaning of farewell."

"Huh? Goodbye, Brian!"

The three of them walked into the treehouse. The top of the treehouse filtered the light, making the walls colorful like a rainbow.

"Geralt!"

"Fishnet! Damn it, you are still alive. I knew that tree spirit would not abandon you!"

Governor Fresnet's body was bandaged. The external injuries were much better, but his legs and feet were still inconvenient. He sat up from the tree bed excitedly, and then he saw half of his face hidden behind the two demon hunters. The timid little girl suddenly stared fiercely.

"It's you, little bastard!"

"Not me!"

"It's you, so you're here!" Fresnet coughed twice excitedly and spat out a mouthful of pink saliva,

"Princess Cirilla, you little bastard, do you know that many people have sacrificed to find you!? I should really break your legs on behalf of His Highness Calanthe!"

After struggling between life and death, Fresnet was less in awe of the princess.

Xili pouted, wrinkled her nose, and raised her chin proudly, "I am a princess, if you dare to beat me, grandma will chop off your head!"

"If she wants to chop, let her do it!" Fresnet waved his hand nonchalantly, "Anyway, the mission has failed and almost everyone is dead. The little maid on the way back should also spread the news of your disappearance. .Do you know what this means?"

Xili still held her head up proudly,

"You ruined your grandma's plan!" Fishnet spat, looking furious, "If this happens, the alliance between Verdon and Cintra will definitely fall apart! Next year, no , at most the next year, your grandmother will lead Cintra alone to resist the Nilfgaard army. Do you think they can stop it?"

"So, what you did brought your country to ruin!"

"No way, you're lying!" Xili retorted weakly, but her face instantly turned white, and the original joy of visiting your place for the first time was gone.

"Okay, don't scare her!"

Roy sighed, "The fate of the kingdom shouldn't rest on a girl's shoulders. It's unfair to her."

Besides, even if Verdon is added, Cintra cannot stop it.

Roy already knows the fate of the Kingdom of Cintra. Unless all four northern countries come to support, the Nilfgaard Empire will be unstoppable!

But this is impossible.

"Don't be angry, the wound should open again." Geralt spoke at the right time to divert the governor's attention.

Freshnet then turned to him and began to complain, such as what tree spirit forced something disgusting, slippery and smelly into his throat, such as the past between them, and how Geralt was. Lift him from the curse of turning into a bird.

Xili listened with great interest and soon forgot her previous fear.

However, not long after, Brian came back and entered the tree house,

Fessenet's face turned pale when he saw this, and his lips trembled, "No, please, don't feed those things into my mouth, I tell you there's no way! Geralt, that witcher, cover me quickly , on!"

Bryan just glanced at him with disdain like he was an idiot, and turned his eyes to the little girl hiding behind the witcher,

"Come here, poor little guy, it's time to leave."

"Leave? Where to go?" Ciri looked wary and grabbed the hands of the two demon hunters, "I won't leave! I want to be with them!"

"Go ahead," Geralt forced a wry smile, "She will take you on a tour of Doon Canal, which will be more interesting than what you just experienced."

Xili figured it out at this time, lowered her head and whispered, "Bryan didn't cover my eyes, but you all did. They don't want you to remember the way here. In other words - —"

There was a cry in Ciri's voice. She opened her big green eyes and looked at the witcher pleadingly, "Am I never able to leave here?"

At this time, Brian quietly approached ~IndoMTL.com~ and scooped the little girl into his arms from behind. He pulled her away from the witcher's hand like a vine. The little girl was still stubbornly moving toward her in mid-air. The witcher held out his hand.

Roy couldn't ignore that trusting look, so he grabbed Xili's white little hand again. Just as he was about to say a few words of comfort, a voice suddenly came from behind him,

"No one can escape fate——"

Everyone turned around and looked in the direction where the voice came from. The voice was deep, full, and contained irresistible magic power.

This voice represents the highest authority of Brok Leon.

It cannot be refuted or questioned.

Bryan hugged Ciri and bowed, Geralt knelt down, and Fresnais bowed to the ground.

And Roy bent slightly towards him,

"Ms. Aisna..."

The supreme ruler of Brok Leon appeared in the hall of the tree house at some unknown time.