The Divine Hunter Chapter 28: Druid

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"Mossack-."

The witcher inserted the long sword into the sword pouch behind his back and took off the iron gloves that protected his fingers.

"Geralt." The knight stopped ten feet away, "How long has it been since we last met? I unexpectedly meet you here. Before reminiscing, let's talk about business. Where is Ciri?"

The witcher turned around and glanced at the girl who was still pretending to sleep, "Little lady, open your eyes and see who is coming? Get off Roy quickly!"

"Uncle Mossak?"

The girl turned her head and glanced at the visitor. The old man had a gray beard hanging down to his chest, his eyes were deep, and his face was full of wrinkles like knives and axes. He gave people a calm and calm look that had been baptized by the years. The feeling of wisdom.

He wore a leopard skin on his shoulders, a dark red coat underneath, a black hat decorated with three antlers, and a tawny staff that was curved like a tree root stuck diagonally behind his back.

Because he is too tall, the gray horse underneath him is slightly petite due to his huge body, which makes people worry about whether he will be suddenly pressed to his knees.

Hearing the little girl's clear voice, he jumped off the horse and opened his hands.

After a moment, Mossack held Ciri tightly in his arms.

"Did grandma send you here, uncle? Is she worried about me?"

"Don't worry..." Mossack smiled and smoothed the girl's fluffy hair, then glanced at the young demon hunter, "She is busy soaking that precious belt. Do it. Be mentally prepared, little princess, you will be in great pain and cry miserably."

Xili's face suddenly turned pale, and she subconsciously covered the parts of herself that had been tortured.

"Wait a minute..." Geralt looked around cautiously, "The corpses on the ground are not a place for conversation. Let's get rid of the corpses before talking."

"You don't have to worry about this." Suddenly, several slim and slender figures appeared from behind a tree not far away.

"Bryan? Have you been hiding there and eavesdropping?"

"No..." The honey-haired dryad shook his head, "Let's come over and see what happened just now. Are these dead people a group of genuine scalp hunters?"

The demon hunter nodded, "They robbed and killed a caravan and planned to frame it and blame it on your compatriots."

"Then we owe you today." A smile appeared on Brian's face. "These hunter corpses are natural fertilizers. Next, my sisters and I will handle them for you."

After saying that, she threw a bag towards the witcher.

"What?"

"Brokleon's specialties, the roots of Clinhella Vine and the symbiotic buds of purple eldergrass, can be used to prepare potions and are considered as rewards for these corpses."

"Wait..."

Roy implored the dryads, "Before you transport the fertilizer away, can you let me search for it? There are some shiny things on these guys that I don't think are of use in the forest?"

After a while, the young witcher said goodbye to the tree spirit with two hundred crowns, satisfied.

For the sake of the school's revival, he had to cherish every penny.

……

After walking eastward for a short while, dusk began to close, and four people and one horse built a bonfire.

"Calanthe withdrew her decision." Mossack said, "She doesn't want to marry Ciri to Christine."

"The thoughts of superiors are always unpredictable. This must be the second time she has regretted her marriage for Ciri." Geralt said sarcastically,

"The king of Verden, Ewell, actually sent his men to attack the caravan and frame the tree spirit. Such behavior is disgusting. In view of this, even if the queen does not change her mind, I will not let the little girl who has seen the big one since childhood Lovely marries Verdon's heir."

"I will take her back to Cintra immediately! Let's go together, Geralt. Don't run away this time."

Geralt was silent for a moment, turning his face away from Ciri's expectant eyes.

Mossack knew he couldn't force it, so he changed the topic first.

"White Wolf, to be honest, is this young man not the disciple you have accepted in recent years, a new unexpected son?"

"I wish he was my apprentice, then everyone would be happy." Geralt sighed, the Wolf Faction was also in a state of flux, and there had been no new blood for many years.

"Little brother, Geralt has mentioned it before. Thanks to you, Ciri was able to escape from Broklon smoothly. On behalf of Queen Calanthe, I would like to say thank you. When I return to Cintra, I will Please, Your Majesty, reward you greatly!"

"The reward is waived." Roy waved his hand. The water of Broccolion was already the biggest reward, not to mention getting to know Geralt and getting in touch with the Wolf Faction.

He blinked at the girl curled up on the carpet beside the campfire, napping like a kitten,

"Xili is my good friend. Do you need to be paid for helping a good friend?"

"Demon hunters do not always follow the terms of the contract written in black and white, and the money and goods are fully paid."

"That's for others, have you ever seen Geralt ask for payment from the great poet Dandelion?"

"Okay," Mossack said helplessly, "If you have any other requests, just ask and I will try my best to accommodate them."

Roy nodded and stared at the old man, his eyes becoming deep.

Mossak/Olmia

Age: 178

Gender: Male

Identity: Druid, Druid Circle Mentor

Life: 200

Magic:?

Attributes:

Strength: 10

Agility: 11

Physique: 20

Perception: 13

Will: 10

Charm: 16

Spirit:?

Skills:

Wild Incarnation LV8: After a druid has observed certain wild animals day and night for a long time and thoroughly understood their physiological habits, he can transform into one of them.

Breath of All Things LV10: Druid relies on his extraordinary perception to communicate with animals and plants at a spiritual level - calming restless beasts and plants, or guiding them to attack.

Rejuvenation LV7: It consumes varying amounts of magic power and can heal moderate injuries at most.

Sky Controller lv5: A particularly powerful druid who can communicate with nature and use the power of nature to control the weather, make clouds and rain, stop storms, cause hail, and let lightning chop people into ashes.

Others?

"Are you a druid?"

"Yes, I am Queen Calanthe's advisor and a member of the Skellid Jedruid Circle."

"As expected."

Druids are also a group of spellcasters.

Different from ordinary warlocks, their organization is not called the Warlock Brotherhood, but is called the Druid Circle.

They advocate nature, love life, possess powerful healing spells, and often heal illnesses and injuries for people around the world. They have something in common with the beliefs of the goddess Melitelli and respect each other.

They are better at communicating with animals and plants. Some powerful individuals master the magic of controlling natural weather and guarding the balance between man and nature.

To be precise, a druid is a neutral good being who is both knowledgeable and powerful.

But if they face poachers and deforestation people, they will be ruthless.

As far as Roy knows, a well-known warlock, Wigfortz, practiced as a druid for a period of time when he was a child, and later switched to the warlock camp. Therefore, his physical fitness is far superior to that of ordinary warlocks, and his close combat and spell skills All very powerful.

……

Mossack nodded to the boy and turned to the white wolf.

"Geralt, have you thought about it now? Come back to Cintra with us?"

"I..." Geralt ignored the eager little girl again, "I have to go back to Brugg."

"Otherwise..." Druid made up his mind and said, "You take Ciri with you to Brugg and Queen Calanthe, and I will carry it for you."

"Are you crazy?"

"I just believe in fate and the law of accident... They are also a kind of natural law." The druid looked directly at the demon hunter, "The sword of fate..."

"There are two blades, that's enough! Just let it break!" Geralt was a little manic, he was resisting something.

"No, you don't understand. Your fate has crossed with Ciri's twice. Don't rush to refute, I know it very well. Once was when Ciri was born, you came to Sintra and even held her Her."

"The second time was when Ciri came back from Skellige," Druid rubbed Ciri's lonely face, "At that time, Ciri's parents had just passed away. You came to see her again, But she was not taken away at Queen Calanthe's request."

"Geralt...it turns out you have seen me before, why don't you take me away?"

As a young girl, wandering around with a demon hunter was more interesting than being locked up in a palace.

"Stop it...Mossack."

The druid still said to himself, "You abandoned her twice before, but this time, fate still stubbornly sent her to you. To the crisis-ridden Brok Leon, poor Xiao Xili must be frightened."

"According to the law of fate, White Wolf, if you insist on leaving her behind this time, there is no doubt that she will have a more dangerous encounter next time!"

“That’s nonsense!” Geralt suddenly stood up, “I don’t believe your nonsense!”

"No, Geralt, as a witcher who is well versed in the law of accidents, you know very well that what I said is the truth."

"Then what do you want me to do? A scarred, tired old man wandering around with a little girl, a royal princess? That's what's harming her!"

"Besides, the Wolf Sect never recruits female apprentices!"

The witcher turned around and held down the gray horse brought by the druid.

"I have to leave...Xili..."

"Don't go...stay...Geralt..." The little girl came over and pulled his trousers pitifully.

Maybe it really is fate.

After just a few days of getting along, Xili developed a liking for this gray-haired guy with a conflicting personality.

She could feel that the other person cared about her very much, but he was not good at expressing it.

"Alas." Roy sighed. Only now did he realize that the white wolf was so sentimental.

His tangled posture really made the young man dissatisfied.

This guy is too unopen-minded.

"Geralt, I have seen through it all. You are a complete pessimist. What are you afraid of? Why do you choose to escape blindly instead of actively fighting for it? Whether it is Ciri or the sorceress."

"Roy, what do you know?" Geralt was a little stunned. He didn't remember telling him about Yennefer.

"It's not important, but your attitude is very disappointing!"

Roy held the girl's shoulders~IndoMTL.com~Xili immediately turned around and threw herself into his arms, crying bitterly.

"Go to Cintra, Geralt."

"Friends of the Snake Sect, do you also want to persuade me?" White Wolf's dark eyes stared at the young demon hunter, bloodshot eyes appearing.

"No, I will not push Ciri to you. I am now extending an invitation to you on behalf of the Viper School. Follow me back to Cintra, where there are still three members of the Serpent School waiting for your visit."

"It is becoming increasingly rare for witchers to get together. I think we should sit down and have a drink together. Not only for Ciri, but also for the witchers as a group."

"When the time comes, let's all play Gwent together, share adventure experiences, and talk about the situations of Guswild and Kaer Morhen. You and they will definitely have something in common!"

"A witcher too?"

Xili grabbed one of Bai Lang's arms at the right time, with a pleading look on her face, and shook it coquettishly.

Geralt's face struggled and changed. After a long time, he softened, sighed, and held Roy's extended hand.