The Divine Hunter Chapter 25: Water of Broccolion

, the fastest update to the latest chapter of God-level Demon Hunter!

Aisna is petite and slim like most dryads. Her back is straight under her emerald green dress and her head is held high. She looks extremely proud.

The face is old-fashioned and serious, and the hair and pupils are pure silver-white, as if there is no emotion.

In Roy's eyes, she was like a blazing green flame, making it impossible to look directly at her. This momentum also came from her strength.

Aisna

Age: 324

Gender: Female

Identity: Dryad Queen, Warlock

? ?

……

Esna did not pay attention to the young demon hunter. She passed through the crowd and came directly to Ciri. She lifted the girl's chin and stared into her eyes for a long time until the girl was trembling with fear and bursting into tears. Winky then let Brian take her out of the house.

"Rise up, Gwenbraed."

"Greetings, Aisna, Supreme Ruler of Broklon."

"You are welcome to come to my forest again, but it is extremely dangerous for you to come without telling me. Do you understand?"

"I have to come with an important mission." Bai Lang still lowered his head and said in a deep voice,

"Oh," the silver-haired tree spirit smiled, "No wonder he is so reckless. So is this child also with you?" Her silver-colored pupils finally turned to Roy.

It was as if an invisible giant hand was pressing down on his head, forcing him to bend over and bend his knees.

Roy finally understood why the senior demon hunter was so humble. Geralt has long since learned to fear the power he cannot resist.

"Lord Aisna, he is still young, please don't embarrass yourself."

"Raise your head..." Eisna stretched out her hand to stop the pleading white wolf, "Child, let me see your eyes." Then, Eisna saw a pair of dark gold eyes as she wished.

Her silver eyes swirled like trying to extract information, but after a moment, her impeccable aura loosened a little, and there was a hint of surprise in her ice-like steady gaze.

But soon, she regained her composure.

"Gwen Blade, for your sake, he can go with you later."

"Huh..." As Aisna looked away, Roy breathed a sigh of relief with a slight sweat on his forehead. The lady's gaze just for a short moment actually made him feel substantial pressure.

However, he still remained calm. After facing legendary creatures such as the goddess Meriteri, high-level vampires, Dagon projections, and the Lake Fairy, his mental immunity was much stronger.

"Now, Gwenbraed, let me guess your mission." Eisna said, "Ekhard is too stupid, Evel and Veraxus are eager to eat my flesh and blood, and the surrounding kingdoms Here, only King Wenslav of Bruges would send someone to propose to me."

"As you said, that's exactly what it is."

"You must understand that inside and outside Brock Leone are two worlds of ice and fire, humans and us. Hundreds of years of hatred cannot be resolved with a few words."

"But war is not what I want. I don't want to see any of my children die. I can give you a guarantee now. When you go back, tell the king of Bruge that as long as his subjects from now on , if we don’t take a step into Broccolion, we can naturally live in peace."

As soon as the witcher's lips moved, Eisna interrupted him again, "Stop speaking for him, or arrogantly asking Broklon to cut off the territory for peace."

"But..."

"Just reply to him like this!" Eisna said decisively, "He will not care about you, a lowly demon hunter. Now, if you are willing, let us talk about another problem."

Aisna gave a rare smile and looked at Governor Feisnat, a tall, bear-like man who had been left aside for a long time. "He is your friend, right? This scalp hunter."

"Don't scare him..." Geralt gave the Governor a reassuring look, "You should know that he came here for the girl just now. Otherwise you wouldn't have saved him."

"But I don't know what to do with him. It will take a long time for his injury to heal." Eisna walked towards the bed made of branches. Fresnet's face turned pale and he curled up in despair. body.

"Do you have children?" Eisna stared at the Governor for a long time, "Answer honestly!"

"I still..." Fresnet retreated to the wall, unable to retreat, so he had to clear his throat and said softly, "I'm not married yet..."

"It doesn't matter whether you have a family or not, I just want to know," Eisna's eyes glanced wildly at the governor's lower body, "Is that thing under you still working? For the sake of the giant tree. ! Tell me, have you ever gotten a woman pregnant, or are you as helpless as a witcher?"

"Ah..." Fresnet waved his hands wildly, exclaimed, and then said with a pinched neck, "Of course I have! My body is still...okay...but dear lady, why do you ask? ”

He noticed Geralt's pity look.

"Take care, brother." Roy also mourned for him in his heart for a few seconds. The Governor's strong body, coupled with a **** mustache, could no longer fit in with the aesthetics of the tree spirits. He was definitely perfect in their eyes. ——Breeding machine.

Countless tree spirits, one after another, sat on it like a wooden stake.

Sit down and stand up, sit down and stand up...

Roy shivered all over, just thinking about it was scary.

Esna got a satisfactory answer and turned to Geralt,

"After he recovered, he left enough heirs to buy his freedom."

"Thank you for your kindness, Esna..." Geralt did not dare to look at his old friend again,

"Ms. Aisna..." Roy couldn't help it, "I want to ask, about that girl, Shirley, how did you decide?"

"Interesting boy...I only see a fog in your eyes." Eisna stared at him with interest, "You don't need to care about this. After a while, tomorrow, you and Jay Lott left Broccolion together."

"But she is not an ordinary girl, she is the princess of a country."

"Gwen Blade, what does it matter? My decision will not change. If you are willing, come to my room to watch the ceremony tonight."

Aisna waved her sleeves coldly, turned and left.

……

Time flies, it’s evening.

Countless fluorescent flying insects appeared between the tree houses.

They shed an ambiguous and warm green light comfortably, making the various strange plants in Doon Kanal show an enchanting posture that is completely different from that in the daytime, swaying in the wind.

The two demon hunters, leaving Fresnet, who was still digesting the fact that "he was about to become the father of many little tree elves", entered the huge oak house of Esna.

Aisna was kneeling on the floor in the center of the house, gently combing the mouse-grey silver hair of the girl in front of her.

The little girl sat cross-legged and quietly in front of the lady. Her back was straight, her green eyes were wide open, her little face was washed very clean, and she no longer looked as naughty as before, looking a little dull.

"You are here..." Eisna greeted without stopping the combing action in her hands.

"Gwen Blade, I know that you never harm dryads, water nymphs, and goblins. On the contrary, you are willing to protect them. So I respect you and invite you to come and watch the ceremony. Now, I need your respect. , by the way, keep an eye on the little guy around you and don’t let him cause trouble."

Geralt knelt down on one knee first, and then sat upright on the ground. Roy also followed his example and sat on the ground.

"Ms. Aisna, before the ceremony, I ask you to listen to what I say."

"As you said, Broklon and the outside are two worlds of ice and fire, and the girl in front of you, with all due respect, she does not belong to your world."

"It will be mine soon." Eisna said casually.

"Esna," Geralt argued uncharacteristically, "I beg you to return her to me and let her return to her own world. Her fate should be determined by herself."

"How dare you disobey me?" Eisna stopped the comb in her hand and looked directly into the demon hunter's eyes. After a moment, she sneered "ho ho" in her throat, "I understand. So you are fighting with me. With the same idea."

"I have long heard that witchers are unable to have children, and all witchers who have established the law of accident are eager to have their accidental children."

"I know that you once participated in the marriage of Calanthe's daughter, Princess Pavetta, and helped her beast husband break the curse and restore his original body. At that time, you also told the law of accidents and hoped for something. A boy takes up your mantle, right?"

"What a pity..." Eisna held up Ciri's chin, "The accidental child is a girl, and girls cannot become witchers. So, she is mine now, and she will inherit Broccoli A strong will."

"Shit!" Geralt roared, with a firm attitude, "Look at how she looks now, her eyes are dull, and she can't move due to fear and the influence of drugs. You are kidnapping!"

"No, Geralt..." Ciri shouted with rebelliousness, "My face is not dull, and I am not afraid. Besides, my grandmother said that dryads are not bad people. I won't be here. Danger!"

"Haha!" Eisna laughed when she heard this, "Look, Gwenbraed, this is the choice of the Ancient Son, this is her destiny, it has nothing to do with you."

Roy's heart skipped a beat. Sure enough, this powerful warlock had seen through the girl's true nature.

"A son of ancient blood?" Geralt looked solemn, "You said Ciri is..."

"Yes, I saw dazzling flames and dazzling stars from her eyes. She is the inheritor of the ancient blood and will surely become a member of Brok Leon and embark on the road to glory."

Aisna waved back, and a tree spirit walked out of the curtain behind her.

Bryan, with honey-colored hair, handed over a silver cup with trembling hands. Eisna took it and held it up high, "Do you recognize the ancient runes on it, you two?"

"Know."

"Read this, then. This is Craig Ann's chalice. The king who drank from it is long forgotten."

"DuetaeanaefcirranCaermeGleddyv.Ynesseth"

The young demon hunter gently read the words above, "The sword of fate has two edges."

"And Ciri is one of them." Eisna said in a deep voice, turning around the little girl and ordering in an unquestionable tone, "Drink it, son of the ancient blood, this is Broccoli Ang's water."

“Finally I’ve been waiting for you—the legendary mysterious liquid.”

Roy suppressed the excitement in his heart and turned his dark golden pupils to the cup.

Water of Broccolion

A kind of enchanted hallucinogenic water. After a human girl drinks it, she will lose almost all her memory, produce illusions of the past and future, and transform her body and mind into a tree spirit, but it is highly poisonous to men.

This water will purify the ancient blood and be taken together with the herbal medicine "Blood of the Sun" to achieve the ultimate effect.

……

The water of Broklon and the blood of the sun - the former transforms tree spirits, the latter transforms elves, and the source of both bloodlines is the ancient Ain El.

So, their superimposed effect can purify the ancient blood.

"Then it works for me too."

Roy was relieved.

The loot package contained a Blood of the Sun, and he also saved up a full recovery to deal with unexpected situations.

From Sintra, across Yaruga, to Broccolion... it's all worth it now.

His plan was not in vain!

……

Ciri pressed her lips tightly to the edge of the Holy Grail under Eisna's force, her face hesitated, as if she hadn't made up her mind yet - she was resisting.

Roy glanced at Eisna, who was on the verge of rage, and the demon hunter, whose face was gloomy, and said the words he had prepared long ago.

"Ms. Aisna, I have a proposal."

"Say, before my patience is completely exhausted."

"How about this, let me, White Wolf, and Shirley drink the water of Broccolion together, but I have a request. If we can all wake up and return to normal, please let us take Shiri with us. Leave here."

"Courage is commendable...but do you know what the water of Broklon means to men and to witchers?"

"Toxic..." Roy said calmly. There was no poison that could cause him as much pain as the Green Grass Reagent.

"Then you are still willing?"

"Ciri is still young and she cannot bear all this by herself. We will share the burden for her. But I hope you keep your promise. If she sees her destiny clearly and is still willing to follow us, you cannot stop her."

"I promise you." Aisna said solemnly. She noticed that the little girl's eyes lit up. "This is a fair proposal. Let fate decide everything. I admit that I despised you before."

The great dryad queen nodded to the young witcher,

"So, Gwenbraed, are you here? Are you willing to risk your unexpected son?"

Geralt nodded, but felt strange in his heart, as if he had missed something.

Next, at Eisna's command, Brian brought two more glasses of Broccolion water. Of course, they were only served in ordinary vessels. The Holy Grail was still used by the little girl.

Roy was holding this glass of crystal clear liquid, Broccolion water, like a liquid stalactite.

Drinking it has always been part of his plan.

This water is highly poisonous, but the mysterious magical energy contained in it cannot be ignored. It can transform the human body, and can also allow people to recall the afterimages of the past and glimpse the projection of the future.

The most important thing is to purify the Ain El bloodline he obtained by swallowing the blood of the sun in the Smelk Mine.

"Xili, don't be afraid~IndoMTL.com~Believe me, everything will be fine."

Roy comforted the little girl with a few words of warmth, then turned to look at the white wolf.

In an instant, he raised his hand, raised his head, and poured a full glass of Broccolion water down his throat. He mixed it with the blood of the sun hidden in his mouth and swallowed it together. Belly.

Then he wiped the corners of his mouth, fell to the ground, and made a strange noise.

Geralt stared at this scene blankly. He had seen it before. The scene then and now were the same: horrifying exclamations, convulsions, hiccups, gibbering, and then coma, waiting for him to open his eyes again. Eyes, there will be indifference, numbness, and emptiness in the eyes.

"It's my turn..."

Geralt stared at the glass of water with gentle eyes, a remnant of the past? Is there anyone else I can see?

The sorceress dressed in black lace, Yennefer of Vengerberg... gentle and affectionate, that happy time.

The little girl was the last to drink the liquid in the Holy Grail. She came and lay down between the two demon hunters.