Chapter 285: 284 Brock Leon
Chapter 285: 284 Brock Leon
Chapter 285: 284 Brock Leon
Chapter 285 284. Brock Leon
Early the next morning, Lann dressed neatly and rode out of the gate of Aretussa on the equally prepared Poppy.
A heavily armed and muscular warrior walked out of the sorceress's academy. This made Lan En receive meaningful looks from many residents of Gos Velen when he walked out of the stone bridge across the sea.
It probably means, Look, those sorceresses finally freed this poor guy.
Poppa's footsteps are light and easy. As a war horse, it has been too idle during this time.
You can still jump now.
Lan followed the horse's footsteps and controlled the ups and downs of his body's center of gravity, while patting Poppy's neck with his hand.
"Wait until my new sword is in place. Tsk, tsk, tsk, how can your little body and bones hold up?"
Lan's current weight is at least thirty kilograms heavier than before.
As a tall horse, Poppai can still afford it, but when Berengar's equipment is released, even a war horse of Kaedwen blood, with at least dozens of kilograms of weight added, is estimated to be less efficient in long-distance movement. It will become unsightly.
Margarita originally wanted to open a portal for him and Poppy, and her alumni in Brugg could serve as a backup.
But Lan still rejected the proposal.
In his own words: That thing will make your mind confused.
I hate not being able to control my body. If its not necessary, I think its better to ride a horse.
The balance senses in the warlocks' brains seem to have been modified by chaotic energy, and they will not react much when entering or leaving the portal.
But it is also possible that they are used to it.
After all, dizziness is a small price to pay compared to the mobility that is far ahead of its time.
Lann planned to go south from Gos Velen, along the edge of Broklon Forest, through the two countries of Sidaris and Verden, and reach Brugg.
The reason why the north is called the Northern Kingdoms is indeed because this land is too divided by various countries.
Lan En rode a popper on a dirt road outside the forest.
The sky is cold in winter mornings, and clouds of white mist will come out of the nostrils of people and horses as they breathe.
Lane wafted out of his nose a little thicker than Popeye, because his body temperature was higher than that of the war horse.
The branches and leaves in the forest evaporate water vapor at night, which is condensed on the surface by the temperature and turns into frost.
A misty cold mist shrouded everything, letting the breath of people and horses blend into it.
Lan En's eyes, which were glowing slightly under the shadow of the hood, remained motionless, but he had already heard the sound of bodies rubbing through the branches and leaves in the forest beside him.
It was quiet in the morning, so the witcher's hearing was also very keen.
That is the tree spirit, an intelligent race that has lived in the Broklon forest since ancient times.
If Lan En were asked to describe it, he felt that these creatures were like nymphs living in the forest and using leaves, bark, and animal materials.
All members are female, with graceful and strong figures, and grass-green skin.
Poupais listless hoofbeats paused.
Lan En patted its neck, "Hey, you obviously slept well last night! Don't be lazy for me. Huh?"
Its not that Poppy is not used to running long distances after a leisurely life, but in front of its horses hooves, there is a human corpse displayed in the middle of the dirt road.
The winter temperature inhibited the spread of the smell, which caused Lan En to not notice it at all when he was distracted.
The witcher sat on the horse, somewhat silent.
The warm life of living in the dean's room in Arethusa for a long time has always surrounded him, almost making him forget what kind of world this is.
Now, a long journey to find someone has brought his thoughts that were flying to the sky back to earth and back to reality.
This is a magical Middle Ages where ordinary people can die at any time. Lan En shook his head silently, dismounted and approached the body.
It was a middle-aged man with a beard, dirty and grassy body, and a frozen expression of horror on his stiff face.
A clean arrow.
Lan whispered to himself.
The straight arrow penetrated from the eye socket and penetrated the skull cavity, leaving the deceased unable to react until death, let alone suffer.
The tail feathers of the arrows are the bright feathers of pheasants, which are glued together with gum.
With a "whoosh" sound, the arrow pierced the air. Then there was a "bang" sound, and the arrow pierced into Lan En six steps away, lying on a piece of rotten wood on the ground.
Lan En looked over calmly. In fact, an arrow had been inserted into the rotten wood.
That's a warning.
Warn outsiders not to enter Broccolion.
The forest does not welcome humans. Royal messengers, lumberjacks, and farmers are all not welcome.
This dead guy did not heed this warning, or was confused due to panic. He threw his logging ax towards the forest and nailed it to the trunk of a tree.
Then there was an arrow in his eye socket.
The dryads are always very accurate.
Lan En could see the shadowy tree spirits in the forest, raising their bows and aiming at him.
He remained silent and just dragged the body of the deceased to the roadside in a direction away from the forest, tidied it up a little, and then rode away.
Witchers should hunt monsters that harm humans. This is what the theory and stories say.
All these scenes look like cruel and savage tree spirits, killing woodcutters who work hard in the hope of providing for their families.
But Lan En did not have any murderous intention towards the vigilant tree spirits in the forest.
Benefiting from the concepts he was taught early on, Lan read a lot of history books in Aretuosa.
It is clear that the humans in the north landed on the northern continent in a large fleet after a celestial sphere converged.
Today, what attitude has the human race, which has become the dominant force on the continent, taken towards the tree spirits, the aborigines who live in the forest?
The kings issued a decree offering gold coins in exchange for the scalps of the dryads.
This kind of clearly announced bill even made Lan En think that he had traveled through time again and arrived at the American continent during the American landing and development period.
Human kings are eager for the timber and minerals in the primeval forests. In the name of civilization, they send notices to the indigenous people and ask them to quickly vacate the place.
The tree spirits will never abandon their hometown and let the few survivors live in the "protected areas" established by humans.
So they picked up their bows and arrows and started killing people, but the kings would not come to cut down the trees themselves. The tree spirits only killed the farmers who were working hard to support their families.
Then hostility and hatred spread not only at the top, but throughout the country.
Vendetta, then reciprocal retaliation, and then reciprocal retaliation led to excessive retaliation.
Even the most authoritative historian at Ossenfurt University cannot figure out who made the move in the first place.
In the whirlpool of hatred, the source has long been entangled.
Ethnic conflicts have always been one of the most complex and difficult to resolve.
There is no simple and clear standard of good and evil that Lan En likes.
Both sides have committed behaviors that are disdainful to intelligent creatures, and it seems that they will continue to do so.
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Thanks to Yuan Xian and Husky for the 100-point reward in the battle!