Dryads are quite aggressive, especially when defending themselves against attackers, they will always use their natural weapons to catch their opponents off guard.

In addition to direct physical attacks such as swinging branches, wrapping vines, or throwing fruits, they also use burning sap to devour ignorant people who blindly approach, and even spreading toxins around them through pollen or breath.

Even if a known species of plant is transformed into a dryad, it is difficult to predict how they will attack. It seems that when a dryad appears, it will gain the power that matches itself, and those abilities that already exist will become more powerful in the dryad.

The most dangerous of the tree spirits are undoubtedly poisonous plants. Their toxicity has been enhanced, while they also possess more lethal abilities.

This is the case with the dryad who is now their enemy, its own existence is shrouded in mysteries, and every sudden attack always succeeds in calculating its enemies.

The sudden explosion of poison gas made the already troublesome situation even more severe, and the unprepared officers were suddenly staggered. The rest of them barely managed to stay in place, so they could only leave the area covered with the fragrance of flowers as much as possible with their fallen teammates.

"Whew...... It was put on the table. ”

Curt looked at the green plants that were abruptly embedded in the residential area, and sighed with tears and laughter. His expression was as usual and his face was as sickly as ever. Even if he looked sick, he was much better off than the guards who were taken to the hospital for treatment.

At least he was the only one who could move freely out of the gas zone, and for that alone, he had earned the admiration of many of the security officers.

This is undoubtedly a trap. And it's likely that the trap was set from the moment he showed up the corpse. Someone else knew that Curt was investigating the Slots and the Blue Eyes, so they began preparing the pit while he was examining the bodies and informing the garrison, waiting for him and the guards to jump in.

He never expected to be played by the other party.

This trap is not necessarily aimed at him, after all, to most people he is just a small person, and there is no need to spend so much effort to design a big trap to make it difficult. You don't need a sword to kill a bird. If you have to deal with a mercenary, you don't have to hurt the inhabitants of a neighborhood.

The officers who had been able to keep it suppressed not so long ago had now been driven a block away by the diffuse scent of flowers, and could only watch the calmed dryad from afar. The area shrouded in the scent of flowers has been completely emptied, and even the streets have been tightly cordoned off, prohibiting free entry and exit.

Thankfully, the garrison was a little prescient. Asking all nearby residents to leave their homes before the poisonous gas spreads was a fluke that prevented the damage from further expanding. The only ones who were injured by the gas were the security officers who were relatively close.

Otherwise...... This is really going to be big news.

The reporters with a keen sense of smell did not know whether they smelled the news of the defeat of the garrison or the poisonous scent of flowers, which gathered like flies. There was now a large number of long guns and short guns pointed at the security officer in charge of quarantine, and reporters from different newspapers were trying to extract information from his mouth.

Curt had a gut feeling that this should already be a sure thing, and the front pages of the various newspapers tomorrow would surely report the sudden appearance of the dryad in sensational words. As for the health of the security officers, such an insignificant statistic would probably only be the concern of the little-known tabloids.

The same person who was questioned by the newspaper reporter, the resident who was brought out of the house looked at the strange plant that appeared near his home with trepidation. They used to complain that the guards had told them to leave their houses in the middle of the night. But when they saw the guards being carried out of the block one by one, they finally knew what would happen if they didn't leave.

However, looking at the reporters who are recording the negative reports about the garrison, I don't know what these "unnamed Mr. A and Miss B" will say. He doubted that when the ultimatum was reached by other citizens who did not know the truth, there would be some "truth" left.

Lizzie has said that whether it is to enforce the control of speech or to allow freedom of the press, what is presented in front of you is not necessarily "real". Because these tongues, which represent the interests of certain classes and those who only report the news, are only telling their own "truth".

Curt agrees with this.

Grostide and Beate had already been taken to the hospital by the oncoming support crew. Although Grostide has fallen into a coma. Beate was also bruised and trembling. But listen to the doctor who accompanied the car, if nothing else. After a few days of treatment, they should be able to recover.

Mr. Second Officer of the Garrison, who had been busy with the investigation for several days and had not had a good rest, and his subordinates were finally able to take advantage of this "work injury" to take a good rest. But when they wake up, there may be more trouble waiting for them to deal with.

- At least for now, an unknown security officer is in place to replace him.

As an eyewitness to the case, Curt was ordered not to run around, and he was happy to stay at the scene. Let's see how the security officers who came later handled the case. With the exception of Grosted's men, he did not have a good relationship with the other members of the garrison who wielded power.

After all, he was just an ordinary iron-level mercenary. The mercenary management office, which is similar to the militia group, has always been criticized for being involved in case investigations, and even the mercenaries with the highest glory in the mercenary management office have to endure the white eyes of the garrison. Not to mention him?

The relationship is not good, and Curt is not going to see the jokes of the guards - these people are guarding the peace of the city in their own way, and even if there are some different opinions, it is not intolerable. Compared to casual mercenary work, these security officers are much harder.

As the minutes ticked by, Curt felt as if he had been forgotten.

But this is not to blame the security officers, they are so busy, dozens of team members will be sent to the hospital in a short time, and there will be not enough manpower. The follow-up troops are still coming in June, but the guards who are stuck in a manpower vacuum really can't spare anyone to deal with him.

A mercenary appeared at the scene of the garrison work very abruptly, but fortunately he was not carrying a weapon and looked like an ordinary person in his clothes. Every time a reporter came over and wanted to ask him something, he would always talk nonsense and pull the topic to another place.

But it didn't seem to make much sense to stay here any longer, so Curt casually greeted the security officer beside him, and climbed to the second floor of a building on the side of the road to look at the plants that had become quiet in the distance. There are many small houses in this area, so it's a good place to look at it.

In the time they had been delayed, the dryad had changed a lot. Looking at it from afar, it is no longer possible to see its original appearance.

The white flowers on the plants gradually bloomed, and the dark green vines were gradually covered with dots of white blooming from the branches. The vines that had been moving wildly before became sluggish, and the stout strips of paper lost their color the moment they grew white flowers, turning into a gray dead branch hanging to the ground.

Those white flowers are like they have been exchanged for life, and each white flower blooms and makes it lose its vitality. Layers of white flowers grow unchecked, while the behemoth plant itself gradually decays. At the current level, when all these white flowers are in full bloom, the tree spirit will usher in the end of its life.

"Hey, that guy - what's Rheinster's name!" "Just as Curt was observing the changes in the plants, the officer of the security guard who had succeeded Grostide suddenly shouted from downstairs, "What are you doing up there? Get me down! You're an important witness now, and you can't run around." ”

Looking at him who was immediately surrounded by reporters, Curt sighed secretly, his shouting undoubtedly pulled him into the scope of reporters' attention. It's a good thing that this security officer didn't reveal his identity as a mercenary, otherwise there would definitely be something on the front page of the newspaper tomorrow that he didn't want to see.

Since he called his name wrong, it would be good to use this opportunity to divert the attention of reporters.

So Curt immediately replied, "Sir, I'm looking at the plant!

"Get me down! You'd better figure out who you are now!"

The security officer thundered at Curt's nonchalant response, shouting as he pushed away the reporters who rushed in. Probably because he used too much force when he did it, a reporter was pushed to the ground by him. This suddenly became the target of the reporters' fire, and he was buried in the sea of reporters.

After three seconds of silence for the security officer, who had fallen into the hands of hungry reporters, Curt's gaze shifted once more to the tree spirit that was still growing flowers in the distance.

It came and went as fast as it came, and now it's almost crumbling. Even if the garrison doesn't do it, it won't be long before this dryad will decay due to its own reasons, right?

Curt had thought so—until he saw a ball of flower buds the size of a room sticking out of the gray debris.

"Hey, no kidding, right?"

The tiny buds were the size of a baby's fist, but the sheer number of them was enough to poison dozens of approaching security officers to the ground. Now this bud sticking out of all the residue is at least a thousandfold, if not a thousand, of times - what will be the consequences of letting it bloom?

He could assert that the person who made this thing was either insane, simply insane. (To be continued).

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