The Divine Hunter Chapter 23: Night in the forest

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Roy held Ciri and walked close to the honey-haired dryad and walked side by side with her. Through the gorgeous stripes painted with yellow peach juice on her face, Ms. Dryad's facial features are actually very childish, and she still looks like a girl of about sixteen years old.

Bryan

Gender: Female

Age: 35

Identity: Dryad, resident of Broklon

Life: 100

Attributes:

Strength: 6

Agility: 10

Physique: 10

Perception: 10

Will: 6

Charm: 7

Spirit: 6

Skills:

Bow Specialization LV5

Elegance of the Wind (Passive Solidification)

Child of the Forest (Passive Solidification): The Dryad is one of the guardians of the forest, the patron of nature. It protects animals and plants, and the forest rewards her with kindness. When she is in it, her physical energy, magic power, and injury recovery speed are doubled.

Sure enough, dryads and elves have similar bloodlines.

"Vadoxisanakuen (what's your name)?" Roy asked.

Hearing the sound, the latter turned his head and glared at him in surprise, seemingly surprised by Roy's fluent ancient language, then bit his lip and hesitated,

"Breien."

"So Ms. Brian... how long does it take for us to reach our destination?"

"Lost...trap...beast...a day and a half...at least."

Roy glanced at the sleeping Ciri in his arms and nodded. His original plan was to follow them to the capital of the tree spirits.

Meet the Dryad Queen Esna, who is more famous than Francesca, and inspect the "Water of Broklon" by the way.

After walking for a while, he smelled the sweat on the dryad's body, which was exactly the same as that of an ordinary human girl.

As for pure tree spirits, according to the results he read in "On Biology", the smell of sweat is reminiscent of crushed willow branches.

Then there is only one possibility, Brian is not born a tree spirit!

She was transformed by drinking the water of Broklon.

"What was your name before?"

The tree spirit suddenly stopped, her small **** under her striped coat rising and falling violently. She struggled to suppress her breath, and suddenly pursed her lips as if she were wearing natural green lipstick.

"I don't remember!"

She turned her head stubbornly, but the witcher still noticed the panic in her eyes.

"It seems that before becoming a dryad, Miss Brian had a bad past..."

……

"That's right, kid. I tried very hard to find out Brian's name before. But I have to remind you, don't make any wrong ideas..."

Bai Lang said in an experienced tone, and patted the junior on the shoulder again,

"Unless you want to stay in Broklon forever and become a breeding machine for the dryads, don't tease any dryads."

Roy knows this. There are only women among the dryads. If they want to have children, they can only kidnap the elves or human men they like for breeding, or make young human girls Participate in transformation rituals.

"Have you forgotten?" Roy thought, rolling his eyes at White Wolf, "Witchers are infertile, and the two of us are less useful to tree spirits than an ordinary man, such as Fresna Special."

Geralt sighed. He thought of a sad past event. Although his face was still stiff, there was lingering melancholy in his eyes.

……

The rest of the journey was silent. The three of them moved forward very quickly. The tree spirit was obviously familiar with the terrain of Broklon.

She ran along hidden paths, through dangerous terrain such as grass, shrubs, rivers, and swamps, with a pace as nimble as a deer.

The three followed him all the way, relying on the trap knowledge taught to him by Seret. Along the way, Roy observed at least hundreds of well-set traps.

For example, a deep pit covered with fallen leaves and filled with sharp wooden stakes, a mechanism that triggers arrows, a sudden falling tree, and a terrifying huge sphere covered with spikes, tied to a rope, depending on your intention It suddenly swung down unexpectedly, hitting people and beasts on the path with holes...

In addition to traps, there are also dense sentries.

In some places, Brian will stand still and whistle sweetly. After a while, the same reply will come from the nearby leafy trees.

In other places, Brian would stop, nervously holding down an arrow in the quiver, staring intently at the bushes, but she would stop the eager witcher.

Unless they are hungry or protecting themselves, tree spirits will not kill wild animals. Their attitude towards wild animals is much friendlier than towards humans.

……

Although the four of them had walked very fast, the sun still set and they had to set up camp.

Although witchers also have experience in wild life, they are still not as good as Brian, a native of Brok Leon.

She chose a high ground where warm wind blew. After eating simple berries and dried meat, they slept in a row on the dry fern grass, very close to each other.

This is the custom of dryads. They sleep together and keep each other warm.

The white wolf is on the far left, then Roy, and Ciri and Brian are on the far right.

When Miss Dryad closed her eyes, she generously regarded the little guy next to her as a large heating bag and hugged her tightly in her arms.

And Roy looked at Geralt's weather-beaten face, and his nose smelled of the rancid smell of Geralt who hadn't taken a bath for a long time. Hug him?

Just kidding!

Roy moved away from Geralt slightly embarrassed, thinking about whether to treat him to a drink. Well, he hid the dwarf liquor in the trophy package. He took the opportunity to get closer and wait for him to get drunk, so he could have some fun. At night Quint won all his money.

Let him be in debt! I took advantage of the situation and asked about Kaer Morhen's location, the Wolf's grass formula and so on.

But before he could make any move, there was a soft cry of "Uh-huh" from the right, and someone woke up.

The little guy finally woke up after sleeping for most of the day, but he didn't wake up naturally. Instead, he was hugged by Miss Dryad so hard that he couldn't breathe. His brain was deprived of oxygen and he was strangled alive.

Her head broke free from the arms of the dryad, who still held her tightly on her back.

When Xili's little face turned red and she looked up sleepily, she saw the face covered with strange patterns. Under the dim moonlight, Miss Dryad's appearance was covered with all kinds of fancy decorations, and she looked like a The savages in the forest are eerie and terrifying.

The lack of oxygen and the sudden shock caused Xili's brain to panic.

Who am I? Where am I? What should I do?

Roy turned the little guy in a circle and made a silencing gesture face to face, and then she came back to her senses.

"Then...what...that thing?" Shirley stammered, stepping over Roy's body in a panic, trying to hide behind him.

As a result, what greeted her was another pair of faintly glowing eyes.

"Ah——"

A scream of fear echoed in the forest.

Under the illumination of the first quarter moon, the originally dark and silent forest was suddenly detonated, and the continuous "howling" of wolves also sounded, as well as countless weird sounds one after another. They were hidden in the darkness of the vast primeval forest. There are some inexplicable existences.

Roy quickly drew a Yakshi Seal to drive away the panic in the girl's heart, and the girl finally calmed down and stopped screaming.

It was such a strange feeling. Xili felt that all the fear, fear and other negative emotions in her heart had been driven away by some magical power, and she felt inexplicably calm.

It was only then that she saw clearly that the pair of wolf-like eyes with a faint light and the painted face were two people.

"Roy...who are they?"

"Little girl... your voice is so loud that it almost pierced my eardrums. I'm sure there will be a place for you in the northern opera world in the future." Geralt stared at the little girl intently and said with His unique cold joke said, "But little singer, before asking other people's names, shouldn't you introduce yourself?"

"Who are you?" The little girl stood on the fern pile and stamped her feet, glancing warily at the two weirdos on the left and right. A hint of realization suddenly flashed across his emerald green eyes, "White-haired Witcher, I know, you are Geralt! Roy..."

"Hmmmm..."

"Haha, she is a naughty little girl who ran away from home." Roy squeezed the girl's face into shape and made a look at her.

The other party understood instantly.

Don't reveal it, right?

"Little girl? I just thought she was a little princess, right?" The demon hunter tried his best to show an ugly smile, and his eyes froze for a moment, "Do you know that besides Roy, there are other people looking for you?"

"Huh!" Xili snorted heavily and quietly moved towards Roy.

"But don't worry, we'll take you home."

"I finally escaped, and I don't want to go back!" Xi Lihao looked at the demon hunter firmly, with sparks in his eyes.

Roy did not make a sound, but admired the scene in front of him with great interest. He had never expected that Geralt and Ciri, the "father and daughter" who were entangled in fate because of an accident, would meet for the first time. They actually quarrel when they meet. A look of incompetence.

Interesting, Geralt, you are like this. You obviously want to express your concern, so why do you have to be so harsh?

"Little girl!" Seeing that Roy didn't say anything, Geralt continued to press, "Isn't that big centipede enough for you? You can't survive in the forest. If you don't return to Verden, where will you go? ?"

"I will follow Roy, he will protect me!"

"Little girl, you're not going anywhere."

At this time, Miss Dryad spoke quietly, and the clear voice made Ciri stunned for a moment, "It turns out to be a woman, so I won't care if you hugged me privately and almost covered me to death!"

Miss Dryad ignored her complaints, but said seriously, "You are so thin, but you can run such a long way. There are sentries, swamps, jungles and traps on the road, but you have avoided them all. You are strong, Being healthy and courageous is very useful to us."

"Look!" Ciri said arrogantly to the witcher again, "This lady won't let me go back!"

She didn't understand the meaning of Miss Dryad's words at all.

"Okay, little girl, at least tell me your name."

"Ciri!"

"Ciri, I am Geralt, a demon hunter of the Wolf School." Geralt introduced himself seriously.

"White-haired weirdo! Stop coming here, just lie there, I want to sleep next to Roy!" Ciri muttered angrily ~IndoMTL.com~ and turned to the young demon hunter, " Roy, I'm hungry again, give me something to eat! And tell me a bedtime story, it's so boring when you're not around!"

"What kind of story do you want to hear?" Roy took out a pile of dried fruits and bacon from the package,

"Don't be like Rapunzel last time. I was scared. Collier had nightmares for two nights. Let's talk about something interesting today!" Shirley lay next to Roy again, wolfing down and **** her again. The hard dried meat, she would hardly have eaten such rough food before, but today she was really hungry.

"Let's tell a story about Jack and Beanstalk," Roy looked at the dark sky and began to tell.

"Once upon a time there was a little boy in Toussaint. He traded his cow for five enchanted beans..."

Bryan stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, squinting his eyes and staring at the witcher. The young tree elf was also full of interest in the novel stories.

Gradually, at night, on the ferns, the atmosphere became extremely harmonious.

Except for the young witcher's gentle narration, there was no other sound.