The Divine Hunter Chapter 20: The lake girl shows the way

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The sun is hot and bright.

On the vast wilderness, more than twenty knights galloped on their horses, chasing a petite figure in front of them. Behind them, the horses' hooves almost whipped up a dust storm.

However, God played a joke on them. Seeing that the distance was getting closer and closer, a vast expanse of wanton green suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

A vast virgin forest with towering ancient trees.

They watched helplessly as the figure rushed in!

Fresnet grabbed the horse's reins hard and stopped in front of the forest, his angry face changing with clouds and clouds.

"Damn! It was so close, just give me two more minutes!"

Krauser, who followed, cast a surprised look, "Why did you stop? Her Royal Highness is right in front."

"Ahead...is the Broccolion Forest," Fresnet exhaled and looked at the rich emerald green and said solemnly, "You must have heard of this place, and you must also know the rumors about it. Brokleon Forest is a forbidden land in the north. Humans will die if they enter, especially men!"

Krauser raised his eyebrows when he heard this, pressed his beating temples, and asked disdainfully, "Mr. Governor, I have to remind you, if you throw away the princess, do you think you can survive? Even King Ewell' Magnanimous, if I don’t hold you accountable, Queen Calanthe will never let you off lightly!”

For a moment, Fresnet felt as cold as ice.

"Go to this **** forbidden area! Even if it's a dragon's pool or a tiger's den, you have to break through!"

Fresnet finally figured out his situation. The princess of Cintra escaped during the escort, which was already his dereliction of duty. If he failed to find the princess again, it would be an even greater crime, and he would die. No life.

If you don’t make it, you will die, so why not go in and give it a try!

When he thought of this, he no longer hesitated and summoned twenty or so burly guards to rush into the forest.

The next moment, the rich scent of earth and vegetation that hit his face made his brain tremble, creating an illusion. It seems that my whole life will change because of today's decision!

Unknown to them, there was already another figure rushing into the forest following them.

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Brockleon Forest.

The plants here are primitive and lush.

Most of the trees are hundreds of years old, and the sunlight that shines through the treetops is absorbed by young, dwarf shrubs and ferns.

On the ground are some dead branches and fallen leaves.

Insects are crawling in every corner, crystal spider webs are woven between the branches, and small animals such as lizards, rabbits, and roe deer are poking their heads in the gaps in the forest.

The body odor of beasts, the smell of earth, and the fragrance of vegetation are everywhere.

But the witcher had no intention of appreciating the scenery in front of him. As soon as he entered the forest, he seemed to transform into a cat, bowing his body, tiptoeing, and even breathing became vague.

On the outside of the thin leather armor and gray cloak, the eggshell-like light yellow Quen shield circulated from time to time.

He clearly knows the amount of blood hidden among the appearance of this forest's prosperity.

For a moment, the witcher suddenly paused and glanced at the thick pine needles and humus covered with moss under his feet. He saw a human corpse covered with ants and strange-shaped insects.

Maybe it was a poacher, a logger, or someone who strayed into the forest. He squatted down and picked up an arrow among the bones.

This is an arrow with an extremely crude manufacturing process. It is made purely from pheasant tail feathers, willow branches and sharpened stones, without any metal materials.

But this does not mean that the arrows are less powerful. They can still easily penetrate the fragile human flesh and kill people.

"The craftsmanship of the tree spirit." Roy thought.

Brockleon is their territory.

This group of creatures is not monsters like deer-headed spirits, but relatives of elves, a kind of emerald-skinned intelligent creature. It has an appearance very similar to humans and claims to be the protector of the forest. It is against poaching and deforestation. Human beings hate it so much that they would rather kill by mistake than let go.

This race only has females.

Their leader Eisna's attitude towards human males - kill 99% of them and use the strongest ones...

But thankfully, in most cases, dryads will not shoot women, especially young, non-threatening human girls like Ciri, because they have other uses.

Putting away the arrow, he continued to move forward cautiously, turning on his demon hunter senses to capture all the traces left by the girl along the way, such as the faint smell on her body.

However, the terrain of the forest was complex and the number of obstacles was beyond his imagination. It was almost like a maze. Even two people who were very close to each other could pass by because of the obstruction of plants.

This greatly slows down the search process.

The witcher had to carve the snake sect's mark on the nearby tree trunk every few steps to prevent himself from getting lost.

Half an hour later, the Witcher, who had begun to hope that the law of accidents was unbreakable, finally made a discovery. He smelled Ciri's scent from a rag hanging from a forked branch.

There was also a shallow layer of small and messy footprints on the humus layer next to the cloth strip. The demon hunter moved his nose and said, "There is no smell of blood. It seems she is safe!"

You must know that by now, Roy has discovered a group of hunting wolves and a sleeping grizzly bear. In order not to alarm the tree spirit, he resisted the urge to kill and just sneaked over.

But how did that little guy escape from the sight of these bloodthirsty beasts?

"Is it the aura of the 'lucky man'?"

Putting aside his worries for the time being, he continued searching along the footprints.

However, I just walked a few steps.

In the distant forest, there was suddenly a painful wail, followed by intermittent moans.

It was as if a cold wind blew in from the back of Roy's neck, and goosebumps spread all over his body.

"There is no roar of wild beasts, it seems to be the hands of tree spirits!"

Who does this wailing come from? Except for that group of hapless guards, he didn't think so.

Roy sighed, and just as he was about to walk over there, the man's screams suddenly stopped.

He turned around and continued to follow, and soon... he came to the end of the footprints.

"This..."

Surrounded by trees, a clear lake came into view, and Xili's small footprints disappeared on the soft mud beside the lake.

The witcher sighed and looked around the entire lake.

The lake is neither big nor small, and the pervasive forest plants have rarely given enough space to the lake, leaving a blank space unobstructed by the branches above the lake, allowing the sunlight to shine and reflect the sparkling waves on the lake. , it is truly beautiful.

But he could no longer find any trace of Ciri.

"That little one has pretty good physical strength. How about running for so long without taking a break?"

Continue to pursue this aimlessly?

No, Roy stared at the lake and thought of a brilliant idea.

He pulled out the crimson blade - the Lake Lady's Sword Alondette.

Dragging the long sword blade, he stepped into the lake step by step. The sword blade in his hand was completely swallowed by the lake water, and then the whole body of the demon hunter holding the sword was also covered by the lake water.

"Water Lake" takes effect.

With Alondette as the center, a translucent bubble mysteriously emerged and enveloped the entire body of the witcher, allowing him to breathe calmly under the water, and the resistance in the water was also greatly reduced.

This is a magical experience.

The colorful fish in the lake regarded him as air and swam past him happily,

Gradually, the originally calm lake surface suddenly surged with undercurrents, and the endless lake water seemed to be boiled and poured out of the lake surface, turning into a light and lingering mist.

The mist continued to spread outward, and even the nearby forest became moist.

The demon hunter continued walking towards the center of the lake. As he walked, for a moment, he suddenly felt a blur in front of his eyes. At some point, a graceful woman wrapped in a layer of mist swam by quickly.

"Vivian's token."

"Roy of Lake Vizima, why do you call me?"

A crisp greeting seemed to come from the horizon, but also seemed to ring from the bottom of my heart?

"Bloque Leon's Lady of the Lake?"

The witcher turned around and twisted his neck, but the Lady of the Lake seemed very lively, swimming around him and spinning in circles, never letting him see her true appearance.

"Yes, I am the master of the nearby waters - Heinna."

"Beautiful goddess Heinna..." The demon hunter twitched his nose, and the hands of the goddess behind him gently rested on his shoulders, then suddenly let go and wandered away playfully.

A strand of seaweed-like emerald green hair playfully brushed against his nose, a little itchy, and also had a fresh, indescribable aroma.

"Vivian once told me that using the Sword of Arondette she could call her friends for help."

"Roy of Lake Vizima..." Heinna said in a deep voice, "Broch Leon originally did not welcome strangers to enter, but you are an exception. Tell me, what do you want?"

"I'm looking for a little girl." Without further ado, the witcher said unceremoniously, "She has mouse-grey silver hair and is about nine years old. I just passed by your territory, can you tell me Where is she exactly now?"

"Easy!"

After the crisp words fell, Roy saw a slender arm stretched out from beside him. He waved his palm in the lake like playing a string, and in an instant, a strange water curtain appeared.

In the water curtain, a little girl appeared. She covered her mouth with a pale face and lay motionless in a damp and dark tree hole ~IndoMTL.com~ She didn't dare to breathe.

A faintly strange cry came from outside the tree hole.

"Ciri."

The witcher screamed excitedly, and at the same time, a piece of algae as thick as an arm magically appeared in his other free hand.

"Take it, it will guide you in the direction and find the person you are thinking of. Also, say hello to Vivian for me."

Before Heinna, the goddess of the lake, finished speaking, Roy felt a gentle force coming from the soles of his feet. He involuntarily rose from the bottom of the lake and quickly floated to the surface.

"Be careful of Brokleon's ruthless tree spirits! Their leader, Ms. Aisna, is so powerful that even I can't defeat her, so be sure to take care of yourself."

The goddess's voice echoed in my ears and gradually faded away.

The vine-like plant in the demon hunter's hand turned in a certain direction like a compass.

"Hold on Ciri, I'm coming!"