Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 285 284. Brokleon

Early the next morning, Lan En was fully dressed and rode out of Arethusa's gate on Popi who was also ready.

A well-armed and strong warrior came out of the sorceress's college, which caused Lan En to be watched by many residents of Gos Waylon with special meaning when he walked out of the stone bridge across the sea.

That probably meant, 'Look, the sorceresses finally let the poor man out'.

Pope's footsteps were brisk and comfortable, it was really too leisurely as a war horse during this time.

"You can still jump now."

Lan En followed the horse's footsteps and controlled the ups and downs of his body's center of gravity, while patting Popie's neck with his hand.

"Wait until my new sword is in place. Tsk tsk tsk, how can you hold on with such a small frame?"

Lan En's current weight is at least thirty kilograms heavier than before.

As a tall horse, Poppai can still live, but when the equipment from Berengar is released. Even if it is a war horse of Kaedwen blood, after adding at least a few dozen kilograms of weight, it is estimated that the efficiency of long-distance movement will be low. It will become unsightly.

Margarita originally said that she would open a portal for him and Poppy, and her alumni in Brugge could act as a support.

Lane, however, declined the offer.

In his own words: "That stuff makes the brain go crazy."

"I hate being out of control of my body. If I don't have to, I think it's better to ride a horse."

The sense of balance in the brains of warlocks seems to have been transformed by chaotic energy, and they will not have much reaction when they enter and exit the portal.

But it's also possible that they're just used to it.

After all, compared to the ability to move far ahead of the times, dizziness is really an insignificant price.

Lane plans to go south from Gos Velen, along the border of Brokleon Forest, through the two countries of Cidaris and Verden, and reach Brugge.

The reason why the north is called the 'Northern Kingdoms' is indeed because the land is too divided among various countries.
-
Lan En rode Poppy on a commercial dirt road outside the forest.

The sky in the winter morning is cold, and clouds of white mist will float out of the nostrils of people and horses with their breath.

Lan En's nose was thicker than Poppy's, because his body temperature was higher than that of the war horse.

The branches and leaves in the forest evaporate water vapor at night, and are condensed on the surface by the temperature, turning into frost.

Misty cold mist enveloped everything, and the breath of people and horses blended into it.

Lan En's dimly glowing eyes under the shadow of the hood remained motionless, but he could already hear the movement of his body rubbing through the branches and leaves in the forest beside him.

It was quiet in the morning, so the witcher's hearing was sharp.

That is Dryad, an intelligent race that lived in Brokleon Forest in ancient times.

If Lane were to describe them, he would feel that these creatures were like nymphs living in the forest, using leaves, bark, and animal materials.

All members are female, graceful and strong, with grass-green skin
"Bah, bah, bah."

Poppy's listless hooves stopped.

Lan En patted its neck, "Hey, you obviously slept well last night! Don't be lazy for me. Huh?"

It's not that Poppy isn't used to long-distance running after a leisurely life, but that before its horseshoes, there is a human corpse displayed in the middle of the dirt road.

The temperature in winter suppressed the spread of the smell, so Lan En didn't notice it at all when he was distracted just now.

The witcher sat on the horse, a little 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.

But now, a long-distance journey of searching for people made his thoughts flying to the sky land again and return 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 corpse.

It was a middle-aged man with a beard, dirty and grass clippings on his body, and a frightened expression froze on his stiff face.

"A neat shot."

Lane whispered to himself.

The straight arrow pierced through the eye sockets and pierced into the cranial cavity, making the deceased unable to react until death, let alone suffering.

The tail feathers of the arrows are brightly colored pheasant feathers, glued together.

With a sound of "咻", the arrow pierced the air.Then with a "bang", the arrow plunged six steps away from Lan En, lying on a piece of rotten wood on the ground.

Lan En looked over calmly, and there was actually an arrow inserted into the rotten tree before.

That's a warning.

Warn outsiders not to enter Brokleon.

Human beings are not welcome in the forest, royal messengers, loggers, farmers...all are not welcome.

The dead guy didn't heed the warning, or because of the cognitive confusion caused by too much 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.

Dryads are always accurate.

Lan En could see the shadowy dryad in the forest, aiming at him with a bow.

He remained silent, but dragged the dead man's body to the side of the road away from the forest, tidied it up for him, and then rode away.

Demon hunters should hunt and kill monsters that harm humans. This is the reason and the story.

All this looks like the cruel and savage tree-spirit killing the hard-working loggers who hope to support their families.

But Lan En didn't have any killing intent towards the vigilant dryads in the forest because of this.

Thanks to the concepts he was educated in the early days, Lan En read a lot of history books in Arethusa.

It is clearly stated that the humans in the north landed on the northern continent in the form of a large fleet after a celestial sphere confluence.

And today, the human race that has become the dominator of the continent, what attitude does it take towards the dryads, the aborigines who live in the forest?
—The kings issued a decree to exchange gold coins for the scalps of the dryads.

This promulgated law even made Lan En think that he had crossed over again and came to the American continent during the development of the American Landing.

The human kings longed for the timber and minerals in the primeval forest, and in the name of 'civilization' they issued a notice to the aborigines, telling them to vacate their space as soon as possible.

And the dryads are absolutely impossible to abandon their hometown, and let the very few survivors live in the "protection zone" set up by humans.

So they picked up bows and arrows and started killing people, but the kings would not come to cut wood in person. What the dryads killed were farmers who worked hard to support their families.

Then hostility and hatred not only spread at the top, but the whole country is intensified.

Vendetta, then reciprocal retaliation, then reciprocal retaliation begets excess retaliation.
Who did it first, even the most authoritative historian at Oxenford University couldn't figure it out.

In the vortex of hatred, the source has long been entangled.

Ethnic conflicts have always been among the most complex and intractable conflicts.

There is no simple and clear standard of good and evil that Lan En likes.

Both sides have committed acts that intelligent creatures despise, and it seems that they will continue to do so.

　Please recommend!Ask for a monthly pass!Please subscribe!

　　Thanks to Yuan Xian and Husky for the 100 point reward in the battle!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)