"Smelly bastard, now you are blind, be honest with me!"

"Then thank you! Little girl, do you know why she doesn't cover your eyes?"

"Because we are all girls." Ciri turned her green eyes and asked suddenly, "By the way, what does Gwinblad mean?"

"The white wolf in the ancient language, that's what the dryads call me."

"White wolf, witcher white wolf..." A look of amazement flashed across Shirley's face—isn't he the guy who helped her mother Pavetta and father Donnie?

A feeling of goodwill welled up spontaneously, and Ciri couldn't help but squeezed Geralt's big hand tightly.

"Watch out for the roots! Did they call you that because of your gray hair?"

"Because of fate."

"What do you mean?"

"You will understand later... Ouch!"

"I said, I want you to be careful on your feet and concentrate on walking for me."

"Be serious with me too! I don't want to be crippled before I reach my destination."

Roy pricked up his ears to listen to the noise behind him, and the corners of his mouth curled up. He looked straight ahead again, and felt that through the scarf covering his eyes, he felt that the terrain was getting lower and lower, and the surrounding fog was getting thicker.

"It's finally here, the end of the journey."

……

"Remove the blindfold."

Fog over everyone's knees,

"Welcome to Doon Canal, Land of the Oaks, Heart of Brokleon."

Roy took off his blindfold, and with the sound of water dripping in his ears, a sinkhole appeared in front of him.

At the top of them is a vast and verdant canopy, and the waterfall-like water curtain is connected from top to bottom to form a transparent curtain.There are wet soil and rocks under the feet, and intermittent ground fissure hot springs spray spring water outwards, causing mist and steam to rise up, and the smoke is filled.

And the fresh plant aroma filled his nose. For a moment, Roy only felt that he was in a fairyland in a fairy tale.

Indeed, this place is like a fairyland, and the pendants around the necks of the two demon hunters are also vibrating mischievously, witnessing the strong magic power visible to the naked eye.

"Demon hunter, follow up yourself! As for you, give me your hand!" Brian took Ciri's little hand without any doubt.

"Wow... Roy, Geralt, this place is so beautiful!"

Ciri stared wide-eyed, patting the surrounding fog and steam with one hand forgetfully.The two demon hunters looked at each other, and both saw worry in each other's eyes.

They walked through the water curtain and walked a certain distance. Following a sharp and loud whistle, a moment later, a slender black-haired elf in a green bark coat stepped on the thick tree roots in the sinkhole, gracefully The cat walked over.

According to the demon hunter's observation, she was actually a warlock, mastering the manipulation of vines and healing spells.

Her eyes swept over the four of them, especially the tall white wolf, who spun lazily around.

"Ess'ae'n sidh?"

She laughed out loud, revealing her white teeth, a cute and charming smile.Only then did Geralt realize that the dryad was looking at him from head to toe, and suddenly lost his composure, and his silly face became more and more rigid.

Roy snickered as he watched from the sidelines.

Geralt was about his age, with gray hair, and shyness around women.

Is it because of this shy character that women like him so much?

Then he was stunned, and only heard the lovely black-haired tree spirit lady speak to the white wolf,

"Bloede caerm! Aen'ne caenn'wedd vort! T'ess foil!"

The words were spoken quickly and urgently, with Geralt's proficiency in the Brokleon dialect, he didn't understand the meaning for a while, but Roy understood.

"She's boasting that you're strong, and at the same time she's showing that she's interested in you!"

After Roy finished explaining, the black-haired dryad giggled and left, and the young man was convinced for a while. He finally understood why Geralt became a pile driver.The issue is--

"Geralt is strong because he is strong, but don't dryads look at their faces?"

Well, in fact, Geralt is quite handsome, but the expression changes are not very flexible.

……

"Look!" the exclaimed little cutie Ciri attracted Roy's attention, "The house here is so interesting!"

Duane Kanal actually "grows" from the bottom of the sinkhole. Those "fun houses" are like huge clusters of coconuts, hanging heavily on the tree trunk, and some are even placed directly on the top of the tree. Roy is very happy Doubt it will suddenly fall.

"Roy, Geralt," Ciri said softly, "those houses are moving! They're alive!"

"They're made of living trees," Geralt recovered from his slight embarrassment, "the dryads don't use human tools to build houses, but they use magic to control the movement of the branches to build a purely natural shelter. "

"It's so cute." Little stars appeared in Shirley's eyes, "Roy, do you think I can build a house like this when I go back to Sintra?"

"Don't be envious, you will soon have your own house." Brian said, standing in front of a huge tree house,

"Go in, three, Ms. Eisner is waiting for you. Va faill!"

"What do you mean?"

"The meaning of farewell."

"Huh? Goodbye, Brian!"

The three of them walked into the tree house, and the top of the tree house filtered the light, making the walls colorful like a rainbow.

"Geralt!"

"Fixnet! Damn, you are still alive, I knew that dryad would not abandon you!"

The body of Governor Fesnet was bandaged, and the trauma was much better, but his legs and feet were still inconvenient. He excitedly sat up from the tree bed, and then he saw the timid little boy hiding behind the two demon hunters. The girl suddenly had a fierce look in her eyes.

"It's you, little bastard!"

"not me!"

"It's you, so you're here!" Feisnet coughed twice excitedly, spit out a mouthful of pink saliva,

"Princess Sirila, you little bastard, do you know that many people were sacrificed to find you!? I should really break your leg instead of His Royal Highness Calanthe!"

After struggling between life and death, Feixinette was not so in awe of the princess.

Ciri pursed her lips, wrinkled her nose again, and raised her chin proudly, "I am a princess, if you dare to beat me, grandma will chop off your head!"

"If she wants to cut it, let her come!" Feixnet waved his hand nonchalantly, "Anyway, the mission has failed, almost everyone is dead, and the little maid on the return trip should also spread the news of your disappearance. You know Does that mean anything?"

Ciri still held her head proudly,

"You ruined your grandma's plan!" Feixinette spit, with a look of indignation, "After this incident, the alliance between Verdon and Sintra will definitely fail! Next year, no, at most In the next year, your grandmother will lead Cintra alone to resist Nilfgaard's army, do you think they can stop it?"

"So, what you're doing is bringing your country to its end!"

"No way, you're lying!" Ciri retorted weakly, but her face turned white in an instant, and the original joy of coming to your land for the first time disappeared.

"Okay, don't scare her!"

Roy sighed, "The fate of the kingdom should not rest on a girl's shoulders, it's not fair to her."

Besides, even with Verdon, Sintra can't stop it.

Roy already knew the fate of the Kingdom of Sintra. Unless all the four northern countries came to support, the Nilfgaard Empire would be unstoppable!

But again this is impossible.

"Don't get angry, the wound should open again." Geralt diverted the Governor's attention just in time.

Only then did Freixnet turn to him, and began to complain, such as some dryad forced something disgusting, slippery and foul-smelling down his throat, such as how Geralt relieved him of the past between them. The curse of turning into a bird.

Ciri listened with relish, and soon forgot the previous fear.

However, after a while, Brian went back and forth, entered the tree house,

Seeing this, Fesnet turned pale and his lips trembled, "Don't, please, don't feed those things into my mouth, I tell you no way! Geralt, that witcher, cover me quickly, come on! "

Brian just glanced at him with disdain like an idiot, and turned to the little girl hiding behind the witcher,

"Come here, poor little guy, it's time to go."

"Leave? Where are you going?" Shirley looked vigilant, grabbing the hands of the two witchers from left to right, "I'm not leaving! I want to be with them!"

"Go," Geralt forced a wry smile, "she'll show you around Doon Canal, which will be more interesting than the experience just now."

At this moment, Shirley figured it out, lowered her head and said in a low voice, "Brian didn't cover my eyes, but you all did. They don't want you to remember the way here. That is to say——"

There was a cry in Ciri's voice, with big green eyes open, she looked at the witcher begging for help, "Am I never going to be able to leave here?"

At this time, Brian approached quietly, grabbed the little girl into his arms from behind, and pulled her away from the demon hunter's palm like a vine. The little girl still stubbornly stretched out her hand to the demon hunter in mid-air .

Roy couldn't ignore the trusting look in his eyes, so he grabbed Ciri's small white hand again, and just about to say a few words of comfort, a voice suddenly came from behind,

"No one can escape fate—"

Everyone turned their heads together and looked in the direction of the voice. The voice was deep and full, and it contained irresistible magic power.

This voice represents Brokleon's supreme authority.

Can not be refuted and questioned.

Brian hugged Ciri and bowed in salute, Geralt knelt down, and Fresnas fell to the ground.

And Roy bent slightly towards him,

"Ms. Essina..."

The supreme ruler of Brokleon, at unknown time, appeared in the hall of the tree house.

Chapter 25 The Water of Brokleon

Ethna was petite and slender like most dryads, her back straight and her head held high beneath her emerald green dress, looking extremely proud.

His face is rigid and serious, and his hair and pupils are pure silver-white, as if he has no emotion.

In Roy's eyes, she was like a blazing green flame, which made it impossible to look directly at her. This aura also came from her strength.

Asna

Age: 324

gender: female

Identity: Dryad Queen, Warlock

? ?

……

Esna didn't pay attention to the young witcher. She passed the crowd and came straight to Heeri. She lifted the girl's chin and stared into her eyes. Ask Brian to lead her out of the house.

"Get up, Gwinblad."

"Greetings to you, Esna, the supreme ruler of Brokleon."

"You are welcome to come to my forest again, but it is extremely dangerous for you to come without warning, understand?"

"I have an important mission, so I have to come." The white wolf still lowered his head and said in a deep voice,

"Oh," the silver-haired tree elf smiled, "no wonder he's so reckless. So is this kid also with you?" Her silver-haired pupils finally turned to Roy.

It was as if an invisible giant palm was pressing down on his head, forcing him to bend over and kneel.

Roy finally understood why the senior witcher was so humble.Geralt has long learned to be in awe of forces he cannot resist.

"Master Eisina, he is still young, please don't make things difficult."

"Raise your head..." Eisna reached out to stop the pleading white wolf, "Son, let me see your eyes." Then, Eisna saw a pair of dark gold eyes as she wished.

Her silvery eyes swirled like trying to extract information from them, but after a while, her invulnerable aura loosened a bit, and a hint of surprise appeared in her ice-steady gaze.

But soon, she regained her composure.

"Gwinblad, for your sake, he can walk with you later."

"Huh..." As Eisna's gaze was drawn away, Roy breathed a sigh of relief with sweat on his brow. The lady's gaze just for a short moment actually made him feel some substantial pressure.

However, he still remained calm. After facing the legendary creatures such as the goddess Meritelli, the high-level vampire, the Dagan projection, and the fairy in the lake, his mental immunity was much stronger.

"Now, Gwenblade, let me guess your mission." Esna said, "Eckhard is too stupid, and Evel and Veraxus want to eat my flesh and blood. Only King Wenslav of Brugg would have sent me a proposal."

"Exactly, as you say."

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