God-level Demon Hunter

Roy glanced at Ciri, who was sleeping soundly in his arms, and nodded. The original plan was to follow them around the capital of the Dryad.

Meet the Dryad Queen Esna, who is more famous than Francesca, and investigate the "Water of Brokleon" by the way.

After walking for a while, he smelled the sweat of the dryad, which was exactly the same as that of an ordinary human girl.

As for the pure dryad, according to the results he read from "On Biology", the sweat smell would remind people of crushed willow branches.

Then there is only one possibility, Brian is not a natural dryad!

She was transformed by drinking the water of Brokleon.

"What was your former name?"

The Dryad suddenly stopped in her tracks, her small breasts under the striped coat heaved violently, she struggled to suppress her panting, and suddenly pursed her lips that seemed to be painted with natural green lipstick,

"I do not remember!"

She turned her head stubbornly, but the witcher still noticed the panic in her eyes.

"It seems that before becoming a dryad, Miss Brian had a terrible past..."

……

"That's right, kid. It took me a lot of effort to find out Brian's name before. But I have to remind you, don't make any crooked ideas..."

Bai Lang said in the tone of a person who has experienced it, and then patted the junior on the shoulder,

"Unless you want to stay in Brokleon forever and become a breeding machine for dryads, don't tease any dryads."

Roy knows this. There are only women among the dryads. If they want to have children, they can only kidnap elves or human males they like for breeding, or let young human girls participate in the transformation ceremony .

"Did you forget?" Roy thought, and rolled his eyes at the white wolf, "Demon hunters can't have children, and the two of us are not as useful to dryads as an ordinary man, such as Fesnet."

Geralt sighed, thinking of a sad past, although his face was still stiff, there was a lingering melancholy in his eyes.

……

The rest of the journey was silent, the three of them moved forward quite quickly, and the dryad was obviously very familiar with the terrain of Brokleon.

She ran along hidden forks and across dangerous terrain such as grass, bushes, river ditches, and swamps, with a nimble pace like a deer.

The three of them followed all the way, relying on the knowledge of traps taught by Serritt. Along the way, Roy observed at least a hundred well-set traps.

For example, the deep pit covered with fallen leaves and filled with sharp stakes, the mechanism that triggers the arrow, the tree that suddenly falls, and the terrifying huge sphere covered with spikes, tied on the rope, when you don't expect It swung down suddenly, knocking people and beasts on the path full of holes...

In addition to traps, there are densely packed sentries.

In some places, Brian would stand still and whistle sweetly, and a moment later, the same answer would come from a nearby leafy tree.

In other places, Brian would stop, nervously holding an arrow in her quiver, staring intently at the bushes, but she would stop the eager witcher.

Dryads will not kill wild animals unless they are feeding themselves or protecting themselves. Their attitude towards wild animals is much more friendly than that of humans.

……

Although the four of them had walked quickly, the sun still fell, and they had to set up camp.

Although demon hunters also have experience living in the wild, they are still not as good as Brian, a native of Brokleon.

She chose a high place where the warm breeze blows, and after a simple meal of berries and jerky, they slept in a row on the dry fern, close to each other.

This is the custom of the dryads, and they will sleep together in large quilts to keep each other warm.

White Wolf on the far left, then Roy, Ciri and Brian on the far right.

When Miss Dryad closed her eyes, she boldly treated the little guy beside her as a big warming bag, and hugged her tightly in her arms.

And Roy looked at Geralt's weather-beaten face, and he smelled the bad smell from his body that he hadn't bathed for a long time, hugging him?

joke!

Roy moved away from Geralt slightly in embarrassment, thinking about whether to buy him some wine, um, the dwarven spirits he hid in the loot package, took the opportunity to get closer, and when he was drunk, he would play Gwent all night , Win all his money.

Put him in debt!Take advantage of the situation to ask about Kaer Morhen's location, the wolf sent green grass formula and so on.

But before he had time to make any movements, there was a soft cry of "huh huh" from the right, and someone woke up.

The little guy who had been sleeping for a long time finally woke up, but he didn't wake up naturally, but was breathlessly hugged by Miss Dryad, his brain was a little lack of oxygen, and he was strangled awake.

Her head was free from the dryad's arms, who still held her back tightly.

When Ciri blushed and raised her head sleepily, she saw the face covered with strange patterns. Under the dim moonlight, Miss Dryad's appearance was covered with all kinds of fancy decorations, looking like a haunted forest. The savages are eerie and terrifying.

The lack of oxygen, coupled with the sudden shock made Shirley's brain froze.

who I am?where am i?What should I do?

Roy turned the little guy around in a circle, and made a silent gesture face to face, and she came back to her senses.

"That... what is that... thing?" Ciri stammered, straddling Roy's body in a panic, trying to hide behind him.

In the end, what greeted her was another pair of faintly glowing eyes.

"what--"

A scream of fear resounded in the forest.

Under the light of the first quarter moon, the originally dark and silent forest was suddenly detonated, and the wolf howls rang out continuously, and there were countless strange sounds one after another, which were hidden in the dark place of the vast virgin forest. Some unexplainable existences.

Roy quickly drew an Axi sign to dispel the panic in the girl's heart, and the girl finally calmed down and stopped screaming.

It was a strange feeling, Shirley only felt that all the fear, fear and other negative emotions in his heart were expelled by some kind of magical power, and he was inexplicably calm.

Only then did she see clearly that the pair of wolf-like eyes emitting a gloomy light and the face smeared with oil paint were two people.

"Roy... who are they?"

"Little girl... your voice is so loud that it almost pierced my eardrums. I'm sure there will be a place for you in the opera world in the north in the future." Geralt stared at the little girl intently, using his unique The sneer said, "But little singer, before asking someone's name, shouldn't you introduce yourself?"

"Who are you?" The little girl stomped her feet while standing on the pile of ferns, and glanced warily at the two strange men on the left and right.Suddenly, a hint of amazement flashed across the emerald green pupils, "White-haired witcher, I know, you are Geralt! Roy tells..."

"Um..."

"Haha, she's a naughty little girl who ran away from home." Roy pinched the girl's face until it deformed, and gave her a look.

The other party understood instantly.

Don't reveal it, right?

"Little girl? I think it's a little princess, right?" The witcher tried his best to show an ugly smile, his eyes froze for a moment, "Do you know that besides Roy, there are other people looking for you?"

"Hmph!" Ciri snorted heavily, then quietly moved towards Roy.

"But don't worry, we'll take you home."

"I managed to escape, so I don't want to go back!" Xi Lihao looked at the demon hunter firmly, sparks sparkled in two pairs of pupils, one big and one small.

Roy did not make a sound, but enjoyed the scene in front of him with great interest. He had no idea that Geralt and Ciri, the "father and daughter" who were entangled by accident and fate, would meet for the first time. bicker.A look of intolerance.

Interesting, Geralt, so you are like this, you obviously want to express your concern, why do you have to be stubborn.

"Little girl!" Seeing that Roy was silent, Geralt continued to press, "Isn't that big centipede enough for you? You can't survive in the forest. If you don't go back to Verden, where do you want to go?"

"I'll follow Roy, he will protect me!"

"You're not going anywhere, little girl."

At this moment, Miss Dryad spoke softly, and that crisp voice made Ciri stunned for a moment, "So it's a woman, so I don't care about you hugging me privately, and almost suffocating me to death!"

Miss Treant ignored her complaints, but said seriously, "You are so thin, but you can run such a long distance. There are sentries, swamps, jungles and traps on the road, and you have avoided them all. You are strong, healthy, and Have courage, it works for us."

"Look!" Ciri said arrogantly to the witcher again, "This lady won't let me go back either!"

She didn't understand the meaning of Miss Dryad's words at all.

"Well, little girl, at least tell me your name."

"Shirley!"

"Ciri, I'm Geralt, a witcher from the wolf school." Geralt introduced himself solemnly.

"White-haired weirdo! Don't come here, just lie there, I want to sleep next to Roy!" Ciri muttered angrily, and turned to the young witcher again, "Roy, I'm hungry again , give me something to eat! Also, tell me a bedtime story, the days without you are so boring!"

"What type of story do you want to hear?" Roy took out a bunch of dried fruit and bacon from the package,

"Don't be that Rapunzel last time. I was terrified. Collier had two nights of nightmares. Let me tell you something interesting today!" Shirley lay down next to Roy again, gobbling up the dry and hard meat Dried meat, in the past she would hardly eat such rough food, but today she is really hungry.

"Then tell a story about Jack and Douman." Roy looked at the dark sky and began to tell.

"Once upon a time in Toussaint there was a little boy who traded his own cow for five enchanted beans..."

Brian stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, squinting his eyes at the witcher. The young dryad was also full of interest in novel stories.

Gradually, at night, on the pile of ferns, the atmosphere became extremely harmonious.

Apart from the young witcher's soft voice, there was no other sound.

Chapter 24 Duane Canal

At noon the next day they reached the Forest of Giant Trees.

It is a wooded area largely surrounded by oak, yew, and butternut trees.

These trees have grown for hundreds of thousands of years, and each one has to be embraced by several people, and the height is even more difficult to measure-their roots that were originally buried in the ground snaked and broke through the ground forcefully, and the parts that grew on the ground were longer than The tops of the four people's heads are higher.

Facing the forest, Brian fell to his knees and bowed his head reverently.

Geralt looked in awe, and he was as cheerful and chirping as a bird along the way. Ciri felt inexplicable pressure, and the expression on his little face was solemn and serious.

And Roy stared at the thickest one among them, and the dark gold's pupils shrank.

Maokai

age:? (insufficient perception)

Identity: The sacred oak tree (the old oak tree of Brokleon, which has been devoutly worshiped by the dryads for hundreds of years, bathed in faith, produced wisdom, and became a natural spirit. It shares the power of manipulating nature with some dryads, together Protect the Brokleon Forest that bred them.)

While Roy was observing.

Two protrusions appeared in the middle of the wrinkled bark of the big tree, the size of a fist, like the upper and lower eyelids of a human being—slowly opened, revealing a pair of vicissitudes and deep eyes.

At the same time, a circle of green light rippling from the roots of the tree that is taller than a person rises gradually, climbing along the trunk to the crown of the tree.

Like a circle of vines connected end to end.

This surging green is faith.

It feels like a witcher, like the Temple of Meritelli facing the statue of the goddess, and Black Tern Island facing the altar of Dagan.

But unlike Meritelli's benevolence and tolerance, and Dagan's violence and cruelty, it contains the unique vitality of Brokleon.

Roy took a deep breath of the rich greenery, and glanced at the three people around him. Neither Geralt, Ciri, nor Brian noticed anything unusual.

But the green light accumulated more and more, until at a certain moment it exploded in the canopy of the tree, sprinkled dots from a high place, like continuous spring rain, and turned into fireflies in the middle of falling, turning around and falling into the petite body of the girl.

Ciri felt something, closed her eyes, and let out a comfortable hum from her small nose.

Visible to the naked eye, her face, hands, boots... the dust and soil left by her journey seemed to be washed away by clear water. In an instant, her fatigue disappeared, and her complexion became rosy and healthy.

"Little guy, what happened to you just now?" Geralt noticed the abnormal change in her, and doubts appeared in his dark cat eyes. Ms. Dryad and Roy were also very curious.

"Didn't you hear? This big oak tree...Maokai, is greeting its companions." Ciri stared at the forest of giant trees with green eyes, and waved her hands briskly, "Welcome to Du En Kanal, I'm welcome."

"The spirit of nature sensed the blood of the ancients and sent out a gift." Roy shook his head again if he realized something, "but she is destined not to belong to the forest."

Roy, who already knew the ending, was not worried.

But Geralt turned livid.

……

After kneeling down, Brian led the three of them to speed up, through the forest of giant trees, and walked for about an hour, into a damp canyon, surrounded by a beech forest.

Brian stopped suddenly and said to the two witchers, "Gwenblade, Roy, come here." She took off the scarves around her and Ciri's necks.

"I have to blindfold you, that's the rule."

"Understood." The white wolf who came here once was extremely obedient.

And Roy spread his hands, and did not object to this self-protection behavior, although blindfolding had no effect on him who had mastered the perception ability.

"I'll take you away, hold my hand tightly."

Brian's warm hands grasped the young witcher, probably because they both have some elf blood, and she was more willing to get close to the young witcher.

Seeing this, Ciri stomped her feet, and reluctantly grabbed Geralt's rough and thick palm,