Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 324 323. Mossak
In the last two, Geralt slashed a man's neck in a smooth turn from top left to bottom right.

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

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

The head in the conical helmet rolled all the way to Lane's feet.

"Aren't you going to cut the bones in the end?"

Lan curled his lips and complained to Geralt.

After dealing with nearly ten armored warriors, Geralt took a deep breath, looking very tired.

But the rapid recovery of the demon hunter made him look like he didn't have much physical exertion after he breathed.

"Saving money and getting used to it, it's a little bit less bad."

At the end, the blood-stained demon hunter with milky white hair followed habitually: "After all, I am not a long-term demon hunter who has signed a long-term contract with Arethusa College."

Row.

Lan En fully understood the fact that Geralt, who looked cold-faced and fierce, was actually a vicious tongue and narrow-mindedness.

"Dude, it's really impossible. Tell me the name of the sorceress who hurt you. I'll see if I can fix her for you. Seriously, you look like a bitch now."

Arondette's blood does not stain the blade, and Lan En can directly insert it back into the scabbard after flicking it.At this time, the young man put his hips on his hips and suggested to the senior who was simply wiping off the blood and fat on the sword.

Geralt was embarrassed every time he talked about the unknown sorceress, not at all like a witcher who ordered specials in various taverns on the mainland.

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

Facing the determined white wolf, Lan En made an accordion gesture with his hands on his chest.

"Okay, it's up to you, buddy."

Lan En is very distressed, he is his first love now, why should he be guarded by a senior witcher who sleeps all over the mainland as a male night demon, right?
The two walked towards the wreckage of the carriage together. Geralt's physical strength had already regained most of his strength in just these few steps.

Vesemir was pulling Ciri up from behind cover.

The draft horse that was still panting had completely collapsed, and Vesemir didn't let the little girl lose sight of the scene. He only covered the girl's eyes in front of particularly 'exciting' scenes.

Geralt frowned at this behavior that seemed to be exercising on purpose.

"Vesemir, you shouldn't have let her see this."

The old demon hunter raised his eyebrows in confusion: "Hey, you, Lambert, and Eskel, at her age, have already begun to study with the greasy viscera of the water ghost."

"But she's a princess, Cintra's heir. She doesn't have to live like a witcher."

Hearing this, Vesemir frowned completely, even deeper than Geralt's.

"You don't want to raise Ciri as your accidental son, Geralt? Is that what you mean?"

Under the sight of the three adults, the little girl also raised her head pitifully, looking at the milky-white-haired demon hunter who was connected with her destiny.

Seeing that an argument was about to start, Lan En seemed to hear something, and he raised his left hand forward.

A spherical golden film appeared, and then an arrow hit the magic shield and was bounced aside.

The three witchers put aside their differences for a moment and became alert.

"The trajectory of that arrow is a very long parabola. There is a high probability that it is not aimed at us, but a cold arrow by coincidence."

Vesemir has more combat experience than the two people around him combined. He has seen countless strange battle situations and emergencies. He can even guess by feel whether an arrow is intentional or unintentional.

Lan En's dynamic vision allowed him to see the shape of the arrow just at a glance.

"Arrow feathers are pheasant tail feathers, dyed yellow with bark sap. They are arrows of dryads."

As if responding to Lan En's guess, panic and screams came from the woods.

That was the crossbowman who was scared away by Lan En just now.

The arrows of the dryads were almost gliding in the air, and the soldiers in armor fell down like fallen leaves on the road, or like a clump of grass being drawn horizontally by a small wooden stick.

The few survivors frantically ran out of the woods and ran towards the few horses they had left behind.

The dryads didn't shoot again, but that didn't mean they ran away.

The woods on both sides of the road began to close together. Under the sun, the spacious artificial road disappeared and was replaced by a forest wall composed of trees.

The trees controlled by some kind of magic stretched out sharp branches, which did not hurt the horse at all, but pierced and hung up the soldier on the horse.

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 had a big blond beard, a stocky build, and wore a sealskin coat with a tartan-patterned wool belt.

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

Sure enough, Geralt directly called out the knight's name: "Mossack."

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

The druid named Mossak first saluted the dryads, and then turned his head to look directly at the three witchers and a little girl.

"You really make my head explode, little princess!"

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

"Uncle Mossack!"

The voice was so sweet that Lan En usually only heard this tone when the little girl who caused trouble and her father were vaccinated in advance.

But there is no doubt that the bearded old man who impaled several soldiers with a branch just now liked this trick.

The indifference on his face melted in an instant, and he dismounted and hugged Ciri tightly in his arms.

"It's me, you're safe, Ciri!"

While the little girl was being coquettish, Lan En asked Geralt about the identity of the person who came.

A druid from the Skelliger Islands, currently serving as a royal advisor in Sintra.

Sintra is a tough and martial country, and it is very difficult for them to accept 'malicious, weird and insidious magic'.

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

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

No wonder the Arethusa Academy couldn't cram their students into the court of Cintra.

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(End of this chapter)