Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 324 323. Mossak

Among the last two people, Geralt cut off one person's neck in a flurry of turning and slashing moves from top left to bottom right.

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

The other one was struck in the back of his knee, and he knelt down uncontrollably, and then his head was chopped off by Geralt as if he were being executed by beheading.

The head wearing a conical helmet rolled all the way to Lan En's feet.

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

Lann curled his lips and complained to Geralt.

After dealing with nearly ten armored warriors, Geralt took two deep breaths and looked very tired.

But the witcher's quick recovery ability allowed him to quickly regain his strength without much physical exertion after taking a breath.

"Save money and get used to it. It would be better to have less damage."

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

OK.

Lan En fully understood the fact that Geralt, who looked cold-faced but actually had a sharp tongue and a narrow mind.

"Brother, if you can't help it, tell me the name of the sorceress who hurt you, and I'll see if I can help straighten her out. To be honest, you look like a resentful woman now."

Arondette's blade was not stained with blood, so Lan En could directly put the sword back into its sheath after shaking it off. At this time, the young man put his hands on his hips and suggested to the senior who was simply wiping off the blood and fat on the sword.

Geralt would be embarrassed every time he talked about the unknown sorceress. He didn't look like a witcher who ordered special purchases in various taverns on the continent.

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

Facing the decisive white wolf, Lan En made an accordion gesture with his hands in front of his chest.

"Okay, it's your call, man."

Lan En is very distressed. He is his first love now. There is no reason for him to be guarded as a male night devil by a senior demon hunter who sleeps all over the continent, right?

The two of them walked towards the wreckage of the carriage together. In just these few steps, Geralt had regained most of his physical strength.

Vesemir was dragging Ciri to stand up from behind the bunker.

The draft horse that was still breathing had completely collapsed. Vesemir did not let the little girl lose sight of the scene. He only covered the girl's eyes in front of particularly 'exciting' scenes.

This behavior that seemed to be a deliberate exercise made Geralt frown.

"Vesemir, you shouldn't 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 is a princess, the heir to Cintra. She doesn't have to live like a witcher."

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

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

Under the sight of the three adults, the little girl raised her head pitifully and looked at the milk-white haired demon hunter who was connected to her fate.

An argument was about to begin, but Lan En seemed to hear something and raised his left hand forward.

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

The three demon hunters 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 was not aimed at us, but a random arrow."

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 clearly the appearance of the arrow just at a glance.

"The arrow feathers are pheasant tail feathers, dyed yellow with the sap of tree bark. They are the arrows of tree spirits."

As if in response to Lan En's guess, panicked screams came from the woods.

That was the crossbowman who had just been scared out of his wits by Lan En and fled.

The trajectories of the tree spirit arrows were almost gliding in the air, and the soldiers in armor fell down like leaves falling on the road, or like a patch of grass being drawn sideways by a small stick.

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

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

The woods that were originally on both sides of the road began to close up. 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 harm the horses at all, but pierced and hung up the soldiers on the horses.

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 has a blond beard, a strong build, and wears a sealskin coat and a woolen belt with a tartan pattern.

Lan En was still a little wary at first, but when he saw that the expressions on Geralt and Ciri's faces were surprise rather than caution, he 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 returned the salute to the dryads, then turned his head and looked directly at the three demon hunters and a little girl.

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

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

"Uncle Mossak!"

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

But there is no doubt that the bearded old man who just impaled several soldiers with branches liked this very much.

The coldness on his face melted away in an instant, and he dismounted and hugged Xili tightly in his arms.

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

While the little girl was acting coquettishly, Lan En asked Geralt about the identity of the visitor.

A druid from the Skellige Isles who currently serves as a royal advisor in Cintra.

Cintra is a country with strong and martial people. It is very difficult for them to accept "vicious, strange and insidious magic".

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

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

No wonder Arethusa Academy couldn't fit their students into the palace of Cintra.

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