Chapter 305: 304 Entering the Forest

Chapter 305: 304 Entering the Forest

Chapter 305 Chapter 304. Entering the forest

Ah ha, what a pity. I heard that Fanel from Brugges court is a great beauty.

Brugge, like Verden, is a country adjacent to the Broccolion Forest. Geralt and Lan were riding horses on the road outside the forest.

I dont know why, but the cream-white-haired demon hunters tone is a bit sarcastic, but is there a little bit of jealousy in the sarcasm?

"It's always like this, Geralt, you've been acting weird ever since you found out about my partnership with Arethusa. I'm their long-term witcher, and I'm there to do work! It's not like I'm going to be with someone from the academy. Fuck every witch!

Lan En looked at the senior next to him suspiciously.

I said you are so sensitive, maybe you have been hurt by a witch

At this point, the young man judged decisively from the expressions of his seniors that he should end this topic.

Geralt's face now smells as bad as the **** of his horse named Carrot.

Lan En was anxious to make amends, so he thought of blowing off the seniors.

Hey Geralt, theres nothing good about witches. Witchers live a free life, but witches are just more respected in society, have more money, are more beautiful, and have stronger magic power, eh.

After talking for a long time, Lan En found that Geralt's face was getting more and more ugly, and then the young man himself was stuck in his words.

"Just do me a favor, Lann." Geralt's voice sounded like he was gritting his teeth and squeezing out from between his teeth. "Can we run in peace for a while?"

.You have the final say, boss.

The young man who knew that he had breached the guard immediately got off the donkey along the slope.

Geralt is the kind of person who looks cold-faced and tough on the outside, but in his heart, he is a bit fragile and sensitive.

Lan judged based on the expression of the old demon hunter just now that this guy probably suffered emotional trauma from the sorceress.

And the reason for this injury is probably because his pride was stung when he was interacting with the sorceress.

Witchers are a group of people who are discriminated against. Lan En doesn't feel much about it because he has only been a witcher for a few months and then he became famous.nove(l)bi(n.)com

The farmers despised him and would not take him seriously. And the nobles who knew what he could do had no reason to despise him.

So even though Lan En often stayed in the sorceress's academy, he didn't feel that he was inferior to others.

Learning and combat prowess. The sorceress apprentices did not dare to look at his face in class!

In addition to being relatively poor, he even felt that the sorceress was a bit politically naive.

Geralt explained calmly.

You are still too young, Lan En. When you live longer, you will naturally have relationships with many long-lived creatures.

Okay, okay, lets accumulate interpersonal relationships. It seems that this method is always useful in places with intelligent creatures.

Lan En responded casually, while using the long knife with a graceful arc to split the shrubs and dead branches blocking the road.

During the day, Broccolion under the sun is more vibrant than at night, with a wild and unbridled vitality.

Even in winter, the evergreen trees can still deprive the lower levels of the forest of sunlight, and woodpeckers peck at the trunks, eager to find a few frozen bugs. The grouse were twittering incessantly.

Block Leon is full of life.

But neither of the two demon hunters relaxed their vigilance, because they both still remembered the corpse of a boy whose skull was nailed through the eye socket, and the carnivorous ants that had crawled on the boy's eyelids.

As they moved toward the interior of the forest, they encountered several more corpses one after another.

If it werent for the cold metallic light reflected from the steel swords and armor plates on the corpses, the two demon hunters wouldnt even be able to spot them among the dense lichen in the forest.

Their shields or clothes are all printed with Verdon's black and yellow checkered shield pattern.

Except for the part where the arrow penetrated the flesh, there were no more stains or damage on the clothes, which was enough to tell that these people were not ordinary servants or soldiers.

There are already seven corpses, they should have no survivors.

Lan En made a smooth stroke, and in front of him, the branches and leaves that were dense and swaying in the cold wind, and seemed to be weak and weak, were all cut into a smooth incision in an instant.

That swordsmanship made Geralt, who had his demon hunter senses activated, twitching at the corner of his mouth.

He had some doubts that Arethusa had enchanted the elven sword with a new type of rune.

At the same time, Lan En, who had finished swinging his sword, and Geralt, who was half-crouching, raised their heads at the same time and looked in one direction.

Is it my imagination?

No, I heard it too.

Two pairs of cat eyes look at each other. The abundant xylem in the forest is the best natural sound-absorbing material. Even a witcher here would wonder if he is hearing something.

But the answers obtained by two people comparing each other are probably not wrong.

In their ears, not far away, there was a powerful old voice shouting something in an unintelligible language.

Lann had heard it once during the night when he entered Broklon. It was the ancient language spoken by the dryads.

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