Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 310 309. Ciri

The roars of the monsters and the screams of the survivors stopped.

There is no ripple in this forest that has existed since ancient times.

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

Lan En shook off the flesh and blood fragments on Arondette. He had just used the air blade technique to cause the monster to bleed heavily, but this technique also prevented Lan En from getting much dirt on it.

It can be said that he took advantage of his wishes.

On the ground, Yogorn's body was gradually curling up in nervous twitches, and then stiffened. The fangs and mouthparts dripping with venom opened and closed, but the speed became slower and slower.

The vitality of the arthropod makes it want to move its body and take a bite before death. But the body it can move now is only the one-third near the head.

Just now, Lan En's vertical lift failed to complete a perfect vertical cut due to Yugoen's own twisting.

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

The fracture went diagonally upward across several sections of its body, eventually cutting off several auxiliary limbs and hacking them out from the body.

Lan En felt a little uncomfortable because the knife edge was not as sharp as expected.

So now he didn't even rush to strip Yugorn's body of materials and trophies. Instead, he turned around and walked up to the frightened little man.

He squatted down halfway so that the two people, who had a huge height difference, could look at each other at eye level.

"Wow, it's not a little earth spirit, nor a pix, nor a halfling, but a human child?"

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

She has beautiful and shiny mouse-grey hair and a pair of beautiful big green eyes. She looks about eight or nine years old.

He could smell that the smell of this girl was like warm feathers, a warm smell like a clean pillow.

"This is unusual, kid. How could you possibly reach the depths of Broccolion at your age?"

"Hey! Come to your senses!"

The little girl was undoubtedly frightened.

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

"I'm not scared, and I don't need to wake up."

Lan En turned around and came back, just in time to hear the girl retort to him in an extremely low tone.

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

You don’t need to look at him to know that he is a bold and stubborn child.

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

"Sir, although her hair is messy and curled with broken leaves and pine needles, it is clean and soft. Her hands look dirty, but there are no scars or signs of work. The boots on her feet are made of calfskin, and the thick cloak on her body Used velvet. This is not an ordinary little farm girl."

Lan En suddenly thought of the few Verden soldiers who died on the way into Broklon Forest.

They were not ordinary soldiers and armed servants, either, and if Verden's advance against Broklon had begun, it would not have been just a few.

And if they were asked to enter the forest for reconnaissance, King Aiweier would not be so confused as to think that a few soldiers could detect something from the dryad's territory, even if his pee was stained on his pants, right?

——They are here for this child.

That's most likely it.

Lan En felt that he might have saved an extraordinary person.

"What's your name, little girl?"

The girl lowered her head and sniffed, but did not reply. Just glance up at Lan En, and then quickly lower your eyes.

The young demon hunter opened his mouth, feeling a little numb.

It's not that he has never lived with a little girl. It felt pretty good to hang out with Aaliya at the beginning.

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

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

Fortunately, at this time, the other three people finally came down from the high earth platform and walked over.

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

"Lan En, are you okay? Little girl, where are you?"

Before he even got close, he asked in rapid succession.

Lan En stood up from a half-crouched position, took the little girl by the collar and lifted her up to him, showing it to them like she was grabbing the back of a cat's neck.

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

Geralt and Vesemir looked relieved.

It was the little girl in Lan En's hand. She seemed to have just realized that she had been raped.

Hanging on Lan En's hand, he was stunned for a while before letting out a crisp and frantic yell.

"How dare you do this to me!!!"

She wanted to raise her head proudly, but was unable to do so due to the collar being held up at the back of her neck. So the short hands and short legs could only paddle in mid-air as if swimming.

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

He doesn't care about the little girl who is like a crazy cat.

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

This was good news. Climbing down the ten-meter steep slope just now was already a bit taxing on his knees.

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

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

To put it simply - give in.

So in this question, the girl answered feebly: "Siri."

"Ha." Lan En chuckled, "This kid has a good eye with you, Geralt. She didn't respond to any questions I asked her just now."

"Yes, noble and stubborn. We should have thought of it earlier. This is a noble princess."

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

"You said that after I entered the forest, a few unusual Verden soldiers came. They were probably looking for her. Is she the princess of Verden?"

Vesemir was very experienced. He pieced together the information temporarily and came to a conclusion similar to Lan's analysis and observation.

"I'm not some Verdon princess! Put me down, you rude fellow! You all said it yourself, I am a princess! You should respect me!"

The little girl was still fluttering in mid-air, like a kitten eager to bite someone.

The first half of the sentence was meant to offend Vesemir, while the second half was directed at Lan En.

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

"Hey, this is Broccolion. There is no princess here. Children who intrude are called 'silly brats'."

"I am the princess!"

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

"The princess won't run around in the forest alone, nor will she sniffle and say you have rhinitis?"

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