Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 310 309. Siri
The howling of the monster and the screaming of the survivors stopped.

This forest that existed in ancient times has not had the slightest wave.

Death, hunting, counter-killing, whining... the same drama has been staged in this forest for countless years, every day, every year, every moment.

Lan En shook off the flesh and blood on Arondette, and just now used the technique of the air blade to make the monster bleed profusely, but this technique also kept Lan En himself from getting much dirt.

It can be said that he took advantage of him very much.

On the ground, Yugoen's body was gradually curled up in nervous twitches, and then went stiff.The mouthparts of the fangs dripping with venom opened and closed, but the speed became slower and slower.

The vitality of arthropods makes them want to move their bodies, at least to take a bite before they die.But the body it can mobilize now is only the one-third near the head.

Lan En's vertical upward thrust just now did not complete a perfect vertical split because of Yugoen's own twisting.

Judging from the fracture of the giant centipede's body, it was actually a straight oblique knife.

The fracture crossed several sections of its body obliquely, and finally cut off several auxiliary limbs and cut them out from the body.

Lan En felt a little uncomfortable that this did not meet expectations.

So now he didn't even rush to strip the material and loot from Yugoun's body, but turned around and walked in front of the petrified little man.

He squatted down halfway so that the two of them, who had a huge height difference, could keep their eyes on the ground.

"Wow, it's not a little earth spirit, it's not a pixie, it's not a halfling, it's a human child?"

Lan En looked at the little girl who should never have been here.

Beautiful and lustrous mouse gray hair, a pair of nice big green eyes, looks about eight or nine years old.

He could smell that the girl smelled like warm feathers, a smell as warm as a clean pillow.

"This is very unusual, my boy. How did you reach the depths of Brokleon at your age?"

"Hey! Come back to God!"

The little girl was undoubtedly terrified.

Lan En glanced at the high earth platform. The two demon hunters and the dryad had found another route and were slowly climbing down.

"I'm not afraid, and I don't need to go back to God."

Lan En turned his head back, just in time to hear the girl rebutting himself in a tone that couldn't be lowered.

Just escaped a life from the monster's mouth, and can talk back immediately.

You don't need to look at him to know that he is a brave and stubborn kid.

In his mind, after scanning the girl with Lane's vision, Mentos made an analysis report on the subject.

"Sir, although her hair is disheveled and curled with broken leaves and pine needles, it is clean and smooth. Her hands look dirty, but there are no scratches or signs of work. The boots on her feet are made of calfskin, and the thick cloak on her body Velvet was used. This is no ordinary little farm girl."

Lan En suddenly thought of those Verdon soldiers who died on the way into Brokleon Forest.

They were not ordinary soldiers and armed servants, and if Verdon's advance on Brokleon had already begun, it would not be just a few of them.

And if they were allowed to go into the forest to investigate. Even if King Aiweier would even urinate on his pants, he wouldn't be so confused as to think that a few soldiers could scout out something from the dryad's territory, right?

—They came for the child.

This is most likely the case.

Lan En felt that he might have saved a difficult character.

"What's your name, little girl?"

The girl lowered her head and sniffed, but didn't reply.It's just that he glanced up at Lan En, and then quickly lowered himself.

The young witcher opened his mouth, feeling a little numb.

It's not that he hasn't lived with a little girl before, and it felt good to wander around with Alia.

But now he knows that not every little girl can be as forthright and forthright as 'Blood of the Wolf'.

This little girl who was still stubborn after being frightened made Lan En feel helpless.

Fortunately, at this time, the other three people finally came down from the high earthen platform and came here.

Geralt didn't know why, but his steps were hurried and fast.

"Lan En, what's the matter with you? What about you, little girl?"

Before he got close, he asked hurriedly like a cannonball.

Lan En got up from a half-squatting position, took the little girl by the nape of her neck and slid her to him, and showed it to them as if she was grabbing the nape of a cat.

"It's okay, we're both fine."

Geralt and Vesemir both looked relieved.

It was the little girl in Lan En's hands. She seemed to realize that she had been taken away.

Hanging in Lan En's hand, he was stunned for a while before he let out a clear and frantic shout.

"How dare you treat me like this!!!"

She wanted to raise her head proudly, but she couldn't do so because of the fact that the back of her neck was being lifted.So the little short hands and little short legs could only paddle and pull as if they were swimming in mid-air.

After Geralt confirmed that the two were safe and sound, the inexplicable anxiety in his heart disappeared instantly.

He doesn't care about little girls who look like crazy cats.

Because the girl was slipped by Lan Enti, he happened to be able to look into the girl's eyes without squatting down.

This is good news. Just now, climbing down the ten-meter steep slope has already made him feel a little bit taxed on his knees.

"What's your name, kid? I'm asking you something."

Geralt noticed that when the girl saw Brian behind her, she showed a sense of fear and curiosity.

To put it simply-admit cowardly.

So during this questioning, the girl replied feebly: "Xi Rui."

"Ha." Lan En chuckled, "You have a good eye for this child, Geralt. I didn't respond to any questions I asked her just now."

"Yes, noble and stubborn. We should have thought earlier, this is a noble princess."

Vesemir spoke in the tone of an old man looking at a naughty child.

"You said that a few unusual Weeden soldiers came after I entered the forest, so they must be looking for her. Is it the princess of Weeden?"

Vesemir had a lot of experience, and after piecing together information, he came to a conclusion similar to that of Lan En's analysis and observation.

"I'm not a Verdon princess! Disrespectful people, put me down! You've said it yourself, I'm a princess! You should respect me!"

The little girl was still flopping about in mid-air, like a kitten anxious to bite.

The first half of the sentence was aimed at Vesemir, and the second half was aimed at Lann.

Young people don't care about princesses and princes, he doesn't care at all.

"Hey, this is Brokleon. There are no princesses here. Children who break in are called 'stupid little devils'."

"I am the princess!"

Facing the fierce opposition from the 'little cat', Geralt also complained expressionlessly.

"The princess won't run around in the forest alone, and won't sniff her nose and say you have rhinitis?"

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(End of this chapter)