What was originally a chatter-like discussion on horseback slipped into a serious and terrifying atmosphere.

But luckily, Lann didn't want to talk too much about Dagon, and after a little more rambling, he finally said to Geralt, who had only one hard mouth left.

"I sincerely hope you don't meet that monster in your life, Geralt. Sincerely. ”

After this sentence, only Geralt muttered to himself such thoughtless words as "there is no such reason" and "I can't count", and the four of them were suddenly filled with a lively and cheerful atmosphere.

Monsters capable of destroying all living things, as well as gods who have disappeared, these things are too far for ordinary people, as well as ordinary witchers.

Lan En felt that they would only hear rumors in their lives, and would not really face those troubles.

It's a blessing.

The four of them came to a fork in the road again, which was full of horseshoe prints and rut marks. According to the plan, they should go to the east side, to the city of Brugg.

But Ciri looked worriedly at the road to the west.

"That road leads to Nastrog." Geralt behind Ciri teased her, "Are you trying to marry Prince Christine?" ”

Ciri muttered angrily, and both horses were already on the east road, but the little girl still looked west from time to time.

"What's wrong, Ciri?"

Viselmere was a careful man, and he could see that Ciri's expression was not quite right.

"I don't know." She whispered, "But it's not a good road." ”

Lann reached out and crossed the gap between the two horses and patted Ciri on the head.

"If it's not good, you have to go, otherwise there will be no roadbed in the wilderness, people can walk, but horses can't walk."

"It just so happens that I also want to see what level of 'bad' you have in your hunch."

Ciri's prophecy technique that seems to come with his blood makes Lan En very curious, and he wants to see what the prophecy standard of this 'prophecy technique' is.

Is it judged by the factor of a little girl in Ciri himself as 'bad', or is it still 'not good' after integrating the combat power of the three demon hunters.

Geralt and Viselmir both understood what Lan meant, but Ciri's own turquoise eyes were still confused.

Both witchers tightened the straps of their armor and the hilts of their swords on their backs.

By the time Radish and Popai had made their way through a large clump of bushes, the three witchers realized that Ciri was right.

A group of soldiers were blocking there, and when they saw them coming, several horsemen came directly to block their retreat.

In the distance, a few soldiers with crossbows were standing, and although they were not seen winding up now, they were presumably not too slow to shoot arrows.

They wore conical helmets, dark gray cotton armor, and a coat of chain mail with heraldic cover-ups embroidered on the outside.

It represents the royal family of Verdon, with a black and yellow checkered coat of arms.

The three witchers looked at each other, and without waiting for the soldiers to say a scold, they dismounted, leaving Ciri on their horses.

The witcher was not good at horse fighting, but this act was a sign of obedience in the eyes of these soldiers.

A stocky man with a bowed back had been shouting at them from a distance, but as if to confirm that there was no danger, he came to them.

"Who are you?"

"We're going home, back to Brugg, what's going on?"

Geralt stepped forward to negotiate, and Viselmir was reassuring Ciri on horseback.

Lan En, on the other hand, rested his left hand carelessly on the hilt of the Lake Maiden's sword on his left waist, and the cat's eyes moved sideways from side to side with a polite smile.

In an instant, Mentos had roughly sorted out the number.

"There are twenty-three people present, sir. But we can't rule out the possibility that there are still people in the roadside forest who haven't come out. ”

Lan's smile didn't change, except that the fingers of his left hand tapped Arondait's handle lightly.

"Bring someone here, Jaghans!"

A voice shouted on the road ahead, and the surrounding soldiers dispersed to make way of the way.

A smiling Lann and Geralt walked in front of him as he entered the mission state with a blank face.

Behind him, Viselmir was leading two horses alone.

"Don't look, Ciri." The old witcher whispered to the little girl, "Put your head down and don't look at the road." ”

On the road ahead, a large tree with leafy branches fell in the middle of the road.

This 'barricade' was preceded by a carriage covered with canvas and several pack horses lying on the ground. The shattered wooden frames, the bridles, tangled up with their bodies.

The pack horses were full of arrows, and one of them did not die immediately, but was now showing its yellowed front teeth, panting and bleeding.

Several human corpses were caught in the wheels, others were thrown several meters away.

"If you want me to say, blood debt and blood repayment!"

A squinted-eyed soldier surrounding the scene of the crime roared. He wears a tight tunic trimmed with copper trim and has a burly figure.

"Blood debt and blood payment! It's unbearable. First our barons of Boderog, then the princesses of Sintra, and now the merchants. For the gods' sake, revenge, we have to take revenge! Otherwise, they will run to our doorstep tomorrow and kill people! ”

"You say, 'Revenge,' is a tree?"

Geralt hesitated to ask, which was answered by a soldier wearing a marksman's leather bracer.

"Or else? Plain as day! It's those green bitches! ”

"Blake said it well," the squint-eyed soldier continued, "are you right?" And you, brother, I have to ask you: where are you from? ”

"Bruggers." Geralt continued to lie, his working expression stiffening just the right amount in this situation.

Lane felt that this was indeed a useful technique.

"Brugg ......," the squinted-eyed soldier frowned, "I must say, brother, it was your king Vincelaw who connived at these monsters. He is reluctant to ally with our King Evel and King Veraxus of Kerak. If we attack from three sides, we will definitely be able to kill all those ......."

"Are you sure it's a tree?" Lane interjected behind Geralt.

The squint-eyed soldier was not annoyed: "The feathers of this arrow are the tail feathers of the pheasant in the forest, and the glue that sticks the arrow feathers is gum, and the whole arrow feather has been soaked in sap to harden it from water, what else can it be if this is not a tree spirit?" ”

"I saw the arrows too." Lan interrupted him again, "But many of these people on the ground died after being mended with knives, right?" ”

"Good observation." "That's better," said the squint-eyed soldier, "you have to report to King Vinslav, man." The king doesn't want us to hurt the 'kind and friendly' dryads. By the time of Mayday, they might have a tryst. In this regard, they may be quite friendly. If we catch one alive, we can verify it. ”

"You must persuade your king, let your mother-in-law come to the king and hold his leg and cry, and quickly form an alliance with King Evel to fight the dryads, otherwise what will be the business of this road?"

"Well, this is indeed a proposal that will make the kings care, and the kings will not tolerate the loss of their prestige in the hearts of the city's inhabitants."

Lan Enshu nodded matter-of-factly, agreeing deeply. But then, he brushed the silver hair that was scattered in front of him behind his ears, and the smile on his face faded, and continued.

"But, my friend. These people didn't seem to have been killed by tree spirits. ”

"The murderer cut down a tree to make a barricade, but the tree spirits. They don't cut down trees. ”

The fingers that had been casually tapping on the hilt of the sword stopped.

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