The last two, Geralt slashed one of them from top left to bottom right in a flurry of fluid turns.

He was the kind of person who felt sorry for the blade of the sword, so he deliberately controlled his strength, and did not let the sword body rub against the hard cervical vertebrae, but only cut the throat and blood vessels.

The other was struck in the back of the knee by him, fell to his knees uncontrollably, and then had Geralt's head cut off as if he were beheaded.

The head in the conical helmet rolled all the way to Lane's feet.

"You're not going to chop bones at the end?"

Lann pursed his lips and spat at Geralt.

Geralt, who had dealt with nearly ten armored warriors, gasped for breath and looked tired.

But the witcher's quick recovery power made him quickly become less physically exerted after he took a breath.

"It's a little bit less bad to save money and save habits."

At the end, the milky white hair stained with blood stained witcher habitually followed, "After all, I am not a long-term witcher who has signed a long contract with the Erethusa Academy. ”

Yes.

Lann fully understands the fact that Geralt looks cold-faced, but in fact he is a poisonous tongue and a cautious eye.

"Dude, I really can't tell me the name of the sorceress who hurt you, and I'll see if I can help you fix her. Seriously, you look like a resentful woman right now. ”

Arondatte's blood didn't touch the blade, and Rann could just put it back into the scabbard after flicking it. At this time, the young man crossed his waist and suggested to the senior who was simply wiping the blood and fat off the sword.

Geralt was embarrassed every time he talked about the unknown sorceress, not at all like a witcher who had ordered special expenses in various taverns on the continent.

"No, I'll never tell you the name. Never! ”

Facing the white wolf with a resolute face, Lan En's hands made a gesture of playing the accordion in front of his chest.

"Okay, you have the final say, man."

Lan En is very distressed, he is his first love now, there is no reason to be guarded by a demon hunter senior who sleeps all over the continent as a male night demon, right?

The two of them walked together towards the wreckage of the carriage, and after just a few steps, Geralt's physical strength had regained most of it.

Viselmir was dragging Ciri to his feet from behind cover.

The pack horse, which was still panting, had completely collapsed, and Viselmir did not let the little girl lose sight of the scene, he only covered the girl's eyes in front of the particularly 'exciting' scene.

This behavior, which seemed to be intentionally exercising, made Geralt frown.

"Viselmere, you shouldn't let her see this."

The old witcher raised his eyebrows a little puzzled: "Hey, you and Lambert and Eskel, at her age, have already begun to study with slippery and greasy water ghost viscera." ”

"But she is a princess, the heir to Sintra. She didn't have to live like a witcher. ”

Hearing this, Viselmir's brow furrowed completely, even deeper than Geralt's.

"You don't want to raise Ciri as your accidental son, Geralt? Is that what you mean? ”

Under the vision of the three adults, the little girl also looked up pitifully, looking at the milk-white haired demon hunter who was connected to her fate.

Seeing that an argument was about to start, Lann seemed to hear something, and he raised his left hand forward.

A spherical golden film appeared, and an arrow slammed into the mana shield before being bounced aside.

The three witchers put aside their differences for a moment, alert.

"The trajectory of that arrow is a very long parabola, and there is a high probability that it is not coming at us, but a cold arrow by chance."

Vesemir had more combat experience than the two men around him combined, and he had seen countless strange combat situations and unexpected situations, and he could even guess by feeling whether an arrow was intentional or unintentional.

Lan's dynamic vision allowed him to see the arrows at a glance.

"The arrow feathers are the tail feathers of the pheasant, dyed yellow with the sap of the bark. It's the arrows of the dryads. ”

As if in response to Lan En's speculation, there were screams of panic coming from the woods.

It was the crossbowman who had just been frightened by Lan En and fled.

The arrows of the dryads glided almost through the air, and the armoured soldiers fell like fallen leaves on the road, like a patch of grass that had been whipped sideways by small sticks.

The few survivors ran out of the woods in a frenzy and ran towards the few horses they had left behind.

The dryads didn't shoot anymore, but that didn't mean they ran away.

The trees that used to be on both sides of the road began to close, and in the sunlight, the wide artificial path disappeared and was replaced by a forest wall of trees.

Some kind of magically manipulated tree protruded sharp branches, and without harming the horse, it pierced and lifted the soldier on the horse's back.

When all the screaming has stopped, the forest wall disappears and the trees return to their original places.

There is a knight on the road that reappears ahead.

He has a golden beard and a large figure, wearing a sealskin coat and a woollen belt with a tartan pattern.

Rann was a little wary, but when he saw that the expressions on Geralt and Ciri's faces were surprise rather than cautious, he relaxed.

Sure enough, Geralt directly called out the knight's name: "Mossak." ”

At the edge of the forest, a group of slender figures stepped out and waved at the knight, and later in Lan's direction. Then they returned to the dense forest.

The druid, named Mosssack, saluted the dryads before turning his head to look directly at the three witchers and a little girl.

"You're going to make my head explode, little princess!"

Mossak said coldly, but Ciri didn't seem to care about the bearded man's cold face at all, and ran under his horse with a smile.

"Uncle Mosssack!"

The voice was sweet and greasy, and Lan En had only heard it when the little girl who had caused trouble had been vaccinated with her father in advance.

But there is no doubt that the bearded old man who had just pierced a few soldiers with a branch was very fond of this.

The coldness on his face melted in an instant, and he dismounted and hugged Ciri tightly in his arms.

"It's me, you're safe, Ciri!"

In the moment when the little girl was coquettish, Lane asked Geralt about the identity of the person who came.

A druid from the Skelly Islands who currently works as a royal advisor in Sintra.

Sintra is a country of fierce and martial spirits, and it is difficult to get them to accept 'vicious, strange and insidious magic'.

But the druids, who were close to nature and were mostly strong and able to fight, were very respected there.

Coupled with the fact that the current King of Sintra is a Skelliger of the Tulsek family, Sintra has a deep friendship and exchange with the Skelly Islands, which is another plus.

It's no wonder that the Eretusa Academy couldn't get their students into the Sintra court.

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