Chapter 321: 320 ‘bad’

Chapter 321: 320 ‘bad’

Chapter 321 320. Not good

What was originally a chatty discussion on horseback slipped into a serious and terrifying atmosphere.

Fortunately, Lan En didnt want to talk too much about Dagon. After chatting for a while, he finally said it to Geralt, who only had a tough mouth.

I sincerely hope you never meet that kind of monster in your life, Geralt. Sincerely.

After this sentence, only Geralt muttered mindless words such as "It doesn't make sense" and "It can't be done", and the atmosphere between the four of them was suddenly filled with liveliness and joy.

Monsters that can destroy all living creatures, as well as gods who have disappeared, are too far away for ordinary people and ordinary demon hunters.

Lan felt that they could only hear about the rumors in their lifetime and would not actually face those troubles head-on.

This is a kind of luck.

The four people came to a fork in the road again, which was full of horse hoof prints and ruts. According to the plan, they should take the east route to Brugg City.

But Xili looked at the road leading to the west worriedly.

That road leads directly to Nastrog. Geralt, who was behind Ciri, teased her, Do you want to marry Prince Christian?

Hiri muttered angrily. Both horses had already set foot on the east road, but the little girl still looked to the west from time to time.

Whats the matter, Ciri?

Vesemir is a very careful person, and he saw that something was not right about Ciri's expression.

"I don't know," she whispered, "but the road is not good."

Lan reached out his hand, crossed the gap between the two horses, and patted Ciri on the head.

"You have to walk if you don't want to, otherwise you will be left in a wilderness without even a roadbed. People can walk, but horses cannot."

Thats right, I also want to see to what extent the bad thing in your premonition is.

Hiri seemed to have the prophecy skill inherent in his bloodline, which made Lan En very curious. He wanted to see what the prediction standard of this 'prophecy skill' was.

Should it be judged as "not good" only based on the factors of Ciri herself as a little girl, or is it still "not good" after integrating the combat power of the three demon hunters?

Geralt and Vesemir both understood Lan En's meaning, but Ciri's own green eyes were still confused.This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

The two witchers tightened the straps of their armors and the hilts of the two swords on their backs.

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

Let me tell you, blood debt must be paid with blood!

A squinting soldier surrounding the crime scene roared. He wore a tight-fitting jacket trimmed with copper and had a burly figure.

"Blood debt must be paid with blood! It is simply unbearable. First we were the Baron of Bodrog, then the Princess of Cintra, and now a merchant. For the sake of the gods, revenge, we must take revenge! Otherwise, They should come to our doorstep and kill people tomorrow!"

You said revenge. Is this made of tree spirits?

Geralt asked hesitantly, and the question was answered by a soldier wearing a shooter's leather bracer.

Otherwise? Clearly! Its those green-skinned bitches!

"Blake is right," the squinting 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 actually stiff enough in this situation.

Lan feels that this is indeed a useful technology.

"The Brugues..." the slant-eyed soldier frowned, "I have to say, brother, it is your king Vinslav who connives these monsters. He is unwilling to fight with our King Ervir and Veraxa of Kairak. King Si has formed an alliance. If we attack from three sides, we will definitely kill them all..."

Are you sure it was done by tree spirits? Lan interjected behind Geralt.

The squinting soldier was not annoyed: "The feathers of this arrow are pheasant tail feathers in the forest. The glue that sticks the arrow feathers is tree gum. The entire arrow feathers have been soaked in tree sap to harden them with water. This is not a tree spirit arrow. What?"

"I also saw those arrows." Lan En interrupted him again, "But many of these people on the ground died after being hit with knives, right?"

"Good observation." said the squinting soldier. "This is better. You have to report to King Vincelav, man. That king doesn't want us to hurt the 'good and friendly' dryad. Wait until May Day, they said Maybe there will be a tryst. They may be quite friendly in this regard. If we capture one alive, we can verify it."

You have to persuade your king to let your wife hold his legs in front of him and cry, and quickly form an alliance with King Aiweier to defeat the tree spirits. Otherwise, how can we do business on this road?

Well, this is indeed a proposal that the king will pay attention to. Kings cannot tolerate the loss of their prestige in the hearts of city residents.

Lan En nodded seriously, agreeing deeply. But then, he smoothed the silver hair that was scattered in front of his eyes behind his ears, and the smile on his face gradually faded, and he continued.

But, my friend, these people do not seem to have been killed by dryads.

"The murderer cut down a tree to make a roadblock, but the tree spirits couldn't cut down the tree."

The fingers that were tapping the sword hilt carelessly stopped.

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