Astartes of the Bear School

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 well-armed and muscular warrior walked out of the sorceress's academy. This caused Lan En to receive meaningful looks from many residents of Gos Velen when he walked out of the stone bridge across the sea.

That probably means, 'Look, those sorceresses finally freed this poor guy.'

Poppai's steps were light and easy. As a war horse, it had been too leisurely 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 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 En'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 En still rejected the proposal.

In his own words: "That thing will make your brain confused."

"I hate not being able to control my body. If it's not necessary, I think it's 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's also possible that they're used to it.

After all, dizziness was a small price to pay compared to mobility that was 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 Poppy on a dirt road outside the forest.

The sky is cold in winter mornings, and clouds of white mist float out of the nostrils of people and horses as they breathe.

The smell of Lann coming out of his nose was a little thicker than that of Poppy, 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 glowed 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 sharp.

They were dryads, an intelligent race that had inhabited the Broklon forest in 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.

"Bah, bah, bah."

Poppy's listless hoofbeats paused.

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

It's not that Poppy is not used to running long distances after a leisurely life, but in front of its horse's hooves, there is a human corpse displayed in the middle of the dirt road.

The winter temperature inhibited the spread of the smell, so Lan En didn't 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 always surrounded him, almost making him forget what kind of world this was.

But now, a long journey to find someone has brought his thoughts that were flying to the sky back to earth again and returned 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 body covered with grass clippings, and a frozen expression of horror on his stiff face.

"A clean shot."

Lan En 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, glued together with tree 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.

Outsiders are warned not to enter Broklon.

The forest does not welcome humans. Royal messengers, loggers, and farmers are all not welcome.

The dead guy didn't heed the warning, or he was too panicked to cause cognitive confusion. 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 tree spirits in the forest, aiming their bows at him.

He remained silent, but dragged the deceased's body to the roadside away from the forest, tidied it up a little, and then rode away.

Demon hunters should hunt monsters that harm humans. This is what the theory and stories say.

All these scenes look like cruel and savage tree spirits, mutilating lumberjacks who work hard in the hope of supporting their families.

But Lan En did not have any murderous intention towards the vigilant tree spirits in the forest.

Thanks to the concepts he was taught early on, Lan read a lot of history books in Aretuosa.

It is clearly stated that the humans in the north landed on the northern continent in large fleets after a celestial sphere converged.

And today, what attitude does the human race, which has become the master of the continent, take towards the tree spirits, the aborigines who live in the forest?

——The kings issued a decree to exchange gold coins for the scalps of the dryads.

This clearly stated bill even made Lan En think that he had traveled through time again and arrived at the American continent during the period of American landing and development.

The human kings were eager for the timber and minerals in the primeval forests. In the name of 'civilization', they sent notices to the aboriginal people, asking them to quickly vacate their place.

The dryads will never abandon their hometown and let the few survivors live in the 'protected areas' set up 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 revenge, and then reciprocal revenge led to excessive revenge.

Even the most authoritative historian at Ossenfurt University could not 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 among 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 despised by 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!