Early the next morning, Rann dressed himself and rode out of the gates of Eritusa, riding a similarly prepared Popai.

A well-armed, muscular warrior emerges from the Sorceress's Academy, which gives Lanne the meaningful gaze of many of Goth Willen's residents as he walks out of the stone bridge across the sea.

It probably means, 'Look, the sorceresses have finally let this poor man out.'"

Bopai's footsteps are brisk and comfortable, and it is really too idle as a war horse during this time.

"You're still bouncing now."

Rann followed the horse's footsteps controlling the rise and fall of his body's center of gravity, and patted Popai's neck with his hand.

"Wait until my new sword is in place. Tut-tut, how can you hold up this little body? ”

Lann is now at least thirty kilograms heavier than before.

As a high-headed Malaysian, Popai can still eat, but wait for the equipment on Belengar's side to be released. Even a horse of the Kodwin bloodline, with a weight of at least a few tens of kilograms, is estimated to be inefficient for long-distance movements.

Margarita had come to open a portal to him and Popai, and her alumni in Brugg could serve as a pick-up.

But Rann rejected the offer anyway.

In his words, "That thing makes the mind unclear." ”

"I hate being out of control of my body. If you don't have to, I think it's better to ride a horse. ”

The balance senses in the warlocks' brains seem to have been altered by chaotic energy, and they don't react much when they enter and exit the portal.

But it's also possible that they're used to it.

After all, dizziness is a small price to pay compared to the ability to move far ahead of its time.

Lane planned to travel south from Goth Wellen, along the edge of the Brockleon Forest, past the countries of Hidaris and Verdon, to Brugg.

The reason why the north is called the 'northern kingdoms' is indeed because the land is so divided by various countries.

——

Lane rode Bopai on a dirt trade road outside the forest.

Winter mornings are cold, and white mist drifts out of the nostrils of both men and horses.

Lanne's nose floated out of his nose a little thicker than Bopai's, for his body temperature was higher than that of the warhorse.

The branches and leaves of the forest evaporate at night, and the temperature condenses on the surface, turning into frost.

An ethereal, hazy cold mist enveloped everything, blending in the snorts of both humans and horses.

Lan's eyes glowed faintly in the shadow of the hood, but he could already hear the movement of his body rubbing through the branches and leaves in the forest beside him.

The morning was quiet, so the witcher's sense of hearing was sharp.

It was the Dryads, an intelligent race that had inhabited the forests of Brockleon since ancient times.

If he had to describe it, he would think that these creatures were like Nymphs living in the forest, using leaves, bark, and animal materials.

All of them are females, with graceful and vigorous posture and grass-green skin

"Let's go. Bar"

The sound of Polpai's listless horses' hooves stopped.

Lan En patted it on the neck, "Hey, you slept well last night!" Don't be lazy with me. Well? ”

It's not that Popai is not used to running long distances after a leisurely life, but that in front of its horse's hooves, there is a human corpse displayed in the middle of the dirt road.

The winter temperatures inhibited the spread of the scent, causing Lan En to be completely unaware of his wandering state just now.

The witcher sat on his horse, somewhat silent.

The warmth of living in the dean's room in Erethusa for so long had always surrounded him that he had almost forgotten what kind of world it was.

And now, a long-distance journey to find someone has made his thoughts of flying to the sky re-ground and return to reality.

This is a magical Middle Ages where ordinary people can die at any time.

Lan shook his head silently, dismounted and approached the corpse.

It was a middle-aged man, with a beard, dirty and grass clippings, and a frightened expression on his stiff face.

"A clean arrow."

Lan En muttered to himself.

The straight arrow thrust through the eye socket and stabbed into the cranial cavity, leaving the dead unresponsive, let alone painful, until he died.

The tail feathers of the arrows are the bright feathers of pheasants, glued with gum.

With a "boom", the arrow pierced the air. Then with a "bang", the arrow pierced into Lan En six steps away, lying on a piece of rotten wood on the ground.

Lan En looked over calmly, and on top of the rotten wood, an arrow had actually been inserted before.

That's a warning.

Warn outsiders not to enter Brock Leon.

Humans are not welcome in the forest, royal messengers, lumberjacks, farmers. Not welcome.

The dead creature didn't heed the warning, or was so confused by panic that he threw his logging axe into the forest, nailing it to the trunk of a tree.

Then he had an extra arrow in his eye socket.

Dryants have always been accurate.

Lan could see the shadowy dryads in the forest, aiming at him with their bows raised.

He was silent, but dragged the body of the dead man to the side of the road away from the forest, tidied it up for him a little, and rode on.

The witcher should hunt the monsters that kill humans, and that's what the story says.

It all looks like the cruel and savage dryads of the lumberjacks who toiled in the hope of providing for their families.

But Lan En didn't have murderous intent towards the vigilant dryads in the forest.

Thanks to the ideas he was taught at an early age, Lane read a lot of history books in Erethusa.

It is clear that the humans in the north landed on the northern continent in the form of a large group of ships after a celestial meeting.

And today, what attitude has the human race, which has become the dominant continent, towards the aborigines of the forest like the dryads?

- The kings decreed that gold coins were exchanged for the scalps of the dryads.

This kind of clearly announced law even made Lane think that he had crossed over again, to the American continent during the American landing and development period.

The human kings were eager for the timber and minerals of the primeval forest, and in the name of 'civilization', they sent a notice to the natives to hurry up and vacate the space.

And the dryants will never abandon their homeland and leave the few who survive to be left in a 'protected area' set up by humans.

So they took up their bows and arrows and began to kill, but the kings would not come to cut the wood themselves, and the dryads only killed peasants who were working to support their families.

Then hostility and hatred spread not only at the top, but throughout the country.

vendetta, then reciprocal retaliation, then reciprocal retaliation leads to excess retaliation.

Who made the first move, even the most authoritative historian at Oxenford University can't figure it out.

In the whirlpool of hatred, the source has long been wound together.

Ethnic conflicts have always been one of the most complex and difficult to resolve.

There is no simple and clear standard of good and evil that Lan En likes.

Both sides have done things that intelligent beings don't despise, and it looks like they're going to continue to do so.

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