Oran couldn't figure out what kind of tricks this woman named Clarna wanted to play, and why she was so obsessed with taking her as an apprentice.

Is she from Cass, or is she close to Manus? But Orlan couldn't see any "dark" qualities in her existence.

To be honest, she is indeed a little annoying, and what Orlan hates most is that others bargain with him, or "threaten" him in disguise like this.

Oran turned around slowly, his brows furrowed and his face cold, compared to the passionate "scholar" just now, he was now more like a hunter with his eyes on his target.

When the hunter gets serious, whether he is facing a seemingly harmless little white rabbit or a terrifying giant bear, it is nothing more than the same bow and arrow, the same strength.

And after Clarna said what she just said, her relationship with Oran changed to "neutral" again. The good feeling she had in Orlan's heart was gone.

His words abruptly shifted to the freezing point: "Sure enough, they have been here...... So, what if I say no? Once again, Orlan rejected Clarna's offer.

Clarna looked at Orlan in a daze, they really resembled each other, especially when she was angry...... To her, Oran is now like a child who has been robbed of her beloved toy, and then suspects and asks where her parents have hidden it.

Obviously, he can get what he wants by being "spoiled" to his parents a little, but he stubbornly refuses to obey.

This boy named Orlan is really childish, of course, she will not use this statement to stimulate the grumpy little lion in front of her.

Moreover, she also knew that he could not be him after all...... Even though she would love to have him stay here and spend a little more time with her.

She sighed a little helplessly, as if from the past to the present, it was she, the "parent", who chose to back down. She also knew that this would undoubtedly spoil her "child".

"They're on their way to the ruined capital of Izaris, and your friends frozen in ice should be there. I guess they're trying to use that magma to melt the ice. Clarna told him what he wanted.

Surprisingly, Orlan really couldn't figure out what kind of medicine Clarna was selling, maybe she really became crazy because of her broken soul, I hope she didn't lie to herself.

However, from her somewhat helpless tone, Oran felt something indescribably awkward. To put it simply, it is to meet someone you don't know, but you have a crush on you for no reason.

Yes, it's "good feelings", maybe it's the sharp intuition that he has as a hunter, although he doubts his instincts a little now, although they never miss.

Clarna continued, "The road to Izaris is in that lair, but there is a strong enemy stationed there...... I don't know how they're doing. If they are infested with chaos and cannot control themselves, then I hope you can free them. ”

Listening to her tone, it seems that she knows "them", but she doesn't seem to have any intention of saying anything, so let's do our best.

And if "they" have already clashed with the people with Yuria, no one knows what the situation is now, does it?

"Thank you, you can tell me this...... Then don't leave it at that. Orlan was a little uncomfortable, not because he had nowhere to attack his anger just now, but because he didn't want to face this poor woman again.

Wretched? I don't know why this word pops up in my head, maybe she's really pitiful.

"Then be careful, it's very dangerous in the wasteland."

Before leaving, Clarna's tenderness showed a hint of reluctance, and she looked at Oran's back, and he waved his hand. How many years should it be?

And she was just a lonely ghost, locked in place, or asleep, or awake......

Until Orlan and Ciri disappeared into the darkness, Clarna didn't look away for a long time.

……

"Oran, are you alright. You seem to be 'scared' of that woman, well, I mean you're kind of running away. Ciri began.

"Is there one? But she wasn't an enemy, she wasn't a companion, she was a strange woman. You know I've never been good at dealing with women. Oran was unconsciously distracted.

"She may not be an enemy, on the contrary she seems to care about the way you look. I was a little strange to say, as if a she-wolf had found a wolf cub in the forest, though not hers. Well, maybe this metaphor is a bit inappropriate, and it's okay to say that it's a mother bear and a cub. ”

"Ahem, Ciri's literary attainments are really not very good." Oran replied to her.

"The witcher isn't a poet, maybe I should say that Clarna thinks of you as someone who cares. You know, I've seen a lot of mothers who have lost their children after the war, and they've always adopted those orphans......"

"Maybe it's because I'm good-looking, people love flowers and flowers, who knows what the hell that woman thinks about me." Orlan interrupted Ciri.

"Well, it looks like we'll have to deal with the enemy in front of us first."

Walking to the nest of the mound, which was intertwined with silk cocoons, several large figures had already noticed the two of them. Obviously, those familiar monsters with the appearance of fat corpses will definitely not have a friendly conversation with them before letting them go.

Different from the machete fat corpse he had encountered at the entrance of the sick before, the few in front of him were holding huge round stone balls, and with a few dull sounds of breaking the air, those stone balls smashed towards the two of them.

Boom...... Boom...... Boom!

The stone ball smashed into the mud and gradually raised a large amount of sludge, looking at this force, it would definitely be a broken end for ordinary people. Orlan and Ciri dodged several stone balls one after another, but the mud under their feet was tightly wrapped around their feet, and each movement would take more energy from the two of them.

The stone ball that had already flown overhead could no longer dodge, and Orlan sank and swung his sword violently. He thought to himself that as long as it wasn't a stone ball made of wedge-shaped stones, then he was absolutely confident that he could break it with a single sword.

Obviously, this sick village could not be richer than Wangcheng, and even the Protoss did not have the luxury of making balls out of wedge-shaped stones to throw around.

The bursting sword directly shattered the stone ball above their heads, and the monsters were obviously shocked by Orlan's maneuver, but it only made them angrier.

But the threat of the fat corpse monster without weapons is obviously greatly reduced, and after the two of them face each other, they will cut their arms and legs, even if they want to pick up the stone ball again, then be prepared to be stabbed in the back by a sword.

The battle didn't last long, and the fat corpses became nourishment for the mire, and at this time the two were finally able to set foot on the "land" again.

In the upper part of this mound, covered with silk cocoons, they also saw the entrance to the lair.