Chapter 324: 323 Mossak

Chapter 324: 323 Mossak

Chapter 324 323. Mossak

The last two people, Geralt cut off one person's neck in a flurry of turning and slashing from the upper left to the lower right.

He is the kind of person who cares about the sword blade, so he deliberately controlled the force and did not let the sword blade rub against the hard cervical vertebrae, but only cut the throat and blood vessels.

The other one was struck in the back of the knee by him, and he knelt down uncontrollably. Then Geralt chopped off his head like a beheading.

The head wearing a conical helmet rolled all the way to Lan En's feet.

Arent you going to chop off the bones in the end?

Lann curled his lips and complained to Geralt.

After dealing with nearly ten armored warriors, Geralt took two deep breaths and looked very tired.

But the witcher's quick recovery ability allowed him to quickly regain his physical strength after taking a breath.

Its better to save money and get used to it. It would be better to have less bad things.

At the end, the demon hunter with milky white hair stained with blood said habitually: "After all, I am not a long-term demon hunter who has signed a long-term contract with Aretuza Academy."This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

OK.

Lan En fully understood the fact that Geralt, who seemed cold-faced, was actually a sharp-tongued and narrow-minded man.

Brother, if you cant help it, tell me the name of the sorceress who hurt you, and Ill see if I can help her. To be honest, you look like a resentful woman now.

Arondette's blade was not stained with blood, and Lan En could directly put the sword back into its sheath after flicking it away. At this time, the young man put his hands on his hips and suggested to the senior who was simply wiping off the blood and fat on the sword.

Geralt would feel awkward every time he talked about the unknown sorceress. He didn't look like a witcher who ordered special purchases in various taverns on the continent.

No, I will never tell you my name. Never!

Facing the decisive white wolf, Lan En made an accordion gesture with his hands in front of his chest.

Okay, its your call, man.

Lan En is very distressed. He is his first love now. There is no reason for him to be guarded as a male night devil by a senior demon hunter who sleeps all over the continent, right?

The two of them walked towards the wreckage of the carriage together. In just these few steps, Geralt had regained most of his physical strength.

When all the screams stopped, the forest wall disappeared, and the trees returned to their original positions.

There is a knight on the road that reappears ahead.

He has a blond beard, a strong build, and wears a sealskin coat and a woolen belt with a tartan pattern.

Lan En was a little wary at first, but when he saw that the expressions on Geralt and Ciri's faces were surprise rather than caution, he relaxed.

Sure enough, Geralt directly called the knights name: Mossack.

At the edge of the forest, a group of slender figures came out and waved to the knight, and later also waved in Lan En's direction. Then he returned to the dense forest.

The druid named Mossak first returned the salute to the dryads, then turned his head and looked directly at the three demon hunters and a little girl.

You really make my head explode, little princess!

Mossack said coldly, but Xili didn't seem to care about the bearded cold face at all, and ran towards his horse with a smile.

Uncle Mossak!

That voice was so sweet that Lan En usually only heard this tone when the little girl in trouble got vaccinated in advance with her father.

But there is no doubt that the bearded old man who just impaled several soldiers with branches was very fond of this trick.

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

Its me, youre safe, Ciri!

While the little girl was acting coquettishly, Lan asked Geralt about the identity of the visitor.

A druid from the Skellige Isles who currently serves as a royal advisor in Cintra.

Cintra is a country with strong and martial people. It is very difficult for them to accept "vicious, strange and insidious magic".

But druids who are close to nature, mostly strong and capable of fighting, are very respected there.

In addition, the current king of Cintra is a Skellige of the Tursek family. Cintra has deep friendship and exchanges with the Skellige Islands, which is another plus point.

No wonder the Academy of Arethusa couldn't fit their students into the palace of Cintra.

Recommendations please! Asking for a monthly ticket! Please subscribe!

Thanks to Nanning Shisanchai for the 100-point reward!