The screams of the monsters and the screams of the survivors stopped.

This forest, which has existed since ancient times, has not had the slightest ripple.

Death, hunting, counter-killing, wailing. The same repertoire has been played out in this forest for countless years, every day, every year, every moment.

Lan En shook off the flesh and blood debris on Arondatte, and just used the technique of the air blade to make the monster bleed profusely, but this skill also kept Lan En himself from getting much dirt.

It can be said that it is very much in his heart.

On the ground, Eugon's body was already curling up in a nervous twitch, and then stiffened. The venom-dripping fangs opened and closed as the speed became slower and slower.

The vitality of an arthropod makes it want to move its body so that it can bite before it dies. But the body it can now mobilize is only a third of the body near the head.

Lann's vertical upward swing just now did not complete a perfect vertical cut because of Uggonn's own twisting.

Judging from the cut in the giant centipede's body, it was actually a straight oblique knife.

The fracture slashed upwards several sections of its body, eventually severing several accessory limbs and slicing them out of its body.

This did not achieve the expected knife edge, which made Lan a little uncomfortable.

So he didn't even rush to go to Ugon's body to strip the materials and loot now, but turned around and walked up to the stunned little man.

He half-crouched down so that the two men with a huge height difference could keep them at eye level.

"Wow, it's not a little earth spirit, it's not a Pik spirit, it's not a halfling, it's a human child?"

Lan looked at the little girl who was never supposed to be here.

Beautiful, shiny mouse-gray hair, with a pair of beautiful big green eyes, she looked about eight or nine years old.

He could smell that the girl's body smelled like warm feathers, a smell as warm as a clean pillow.

"It's unusual, kid. How could you have been so old that you could have gone deep into the depths of Brockleon? ”

"Hey! Come back to your senses! ”

The little girl was undoubtedly frightened.

Lan En glanced over to the high earthen platform, where the two witchers and the dryads had found another route and were slowly climbing down.

"I'm not afraid, and I don't have to come back to my senses."

Lan turned his head back, just in time to hear the girl retorting in a tone that couldn't be lower.

Just escaped from the monster's mouth, and immediately returned the mouth.

You don't need to look at it to know that he is a bold and stubborn child.

In his mind, Mentos made an analysis of the subject after scanning the girl with Ran's field of vision.

"Sir, her hair, though messy and curly with broken leaves and pine needles, is clean and soft. Her hands looked dirty, but there were no scars or signs of work. The boots on his feet were made of calfskin, and the thick cloak on his body was made of velvet. This is no ordinary little peasant girl. ”

Lan thought of the Wedon soldiers who had died on the way into the Blow Leon Forest.

They weren't ordinary soldiers and armed servants, and if Verdon's advance on Brock Leon had already begun, they wouldn't have sent just a few men.

And if it's for them to go into the forest to scout. Even if King Evel even gets his pants on his pee, he shouldn't be so confused that a few soldiers can detect anything from the Dryad's territory, right?

- They are here for this child.

That's probably it.

Lane felt that he might have saved a character who was not simple.

"What's your name, little girl?"

The girl lowered her head and sniffled, but did not reply. It's just that he didn't raise his eyes and glance at Lan En, and then quickly lowered it again.

The young witcher opened his mouth, feeling a little numb.

It's not like he hasn't lived with a little girl, and it feels good to wander around with Arya at the beginning.

But now he knew that not every little girl could be as bold and crisp as 'Running Wolf's Blood'.

This little girl who was still stiff-mouthed after being frightened made Lan En feel helpless.

Fortunately, at this time, the other three people finally came down from the high earthen platform and walked to this side.

Geralt didn't know why, his steps were quick and fast.

"Lane, is there anything wrong with you? What about you, little girl? ”

Before he could get closer, he asked hurriedly.

Lan En got up from a half-crouching position, and by the way, he carried the little girl by the back of the neck collar and slipped her to him, showing them as if he was grasping the back of the cat's neck.

"It's okay, we're both fine."

Geralt and Viselmir looked relieved.

It was the little girl in Lan En's hand, and she seemed to have just realized that she had slipped away.

It hung in Lan En's hand, and he was stunned for a moment before he let out a crisp and frantic shout.

"How dare you do this to me!!"

She wanted to raise her head proudly, but she was limited by the back of her neck and couldn't lift it. So the little short hands and little short legs can only swim in mid-air.

After Geralt confirmed that the two of them were safe, the inexplicable anxiety in his heart disappeared at once.

He doesn't care about the little girl who is like a crazy cat.

Because the girl was slipped by Lan Enti, he didn't have to crouch down to look into the girl's eyes at this time.

This is good news, the climb down the 10-metre steep slope just now already made him feel a little knees exhausted.

"What's your name, little ghost? I'm asking you. ”

Geralt noticed that when the girl saw Brian behind her, she was very familiar with a hint of fear and curiosity.

To put it simply, admit it.

So in this questioning, the girl replied weakly: "Ciri." ”

"Huh." Lan chuckled, "This kid has a good eye for you, Geralt." I didn't bother to ask her just now. ”

"Yes, noble and stubborn. We should have thought that this is a noble princess. ”

Viselmir said in the tone of an old man looking at a mischievous child.

"You said that there were some unusual Verdon soldiers at the back of my entry into the forest, so I guess I was looking for her. Is Verdon's princess? ”

Viselmere's experience is spicy, and after scraping together the information, he came to a conclusion similar to that of Ran's analysis and observation.

"I'm not a princess of Verdon! Impudent people, put me down! You've all said it yourself, I'm a princess! Respect me! ”

The little girl was still fluttering in mid-air, like a kitten in a hurry to bite.

The first half of the sentence was choked by Viselmere, and the second half was directed at Lanne.

The young man didn't care about any princess or prince or anything, he didn't care at all.

"Hey, this is Brock Cleion, there are no princesses here, and the children who break in are all called 'stupid little ghosts.'"

"I'm a princess!"

In the face of the fierce opposition of the 'little kitten', Geralt also complained expressionlessly.

"The princess won't run around in the forest alone, and she won't sniff and snort non-stop and say that you have rhinitis?"

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