The sun is hot and bright.
In the vast wilderness, more than 20 knights galloped on their horses, chasing a petite figure in front of them. Behind them, the horse's hooves almost rolled up into a sandstorm.
However, God made a joke for them. Seeing that the distance was getting closer and closer, a wild green suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
The ancient trees are towering and boundless virgin forest.
They watched helplessly as the figure rushed in!
Freixette grabbed the reins of the horse fiercely, and stopped in front of the forest for a while, his angry face changed.
"Damn it! Almost, just give me two more minutes!"
Klauser, who followed, cast a surprised look, "Why stop, Her Royal Highness is in front."
"In front... is Brock Leon Forest," Freixette breathed out, looking at the rich emerald green and said solemnly, "You must have heard of this place, and you must know the rumors about it. Brock Leon The forest is a forbidden area in the north, and there is a dead end for humans, especially men!"
Hearing this, Krause raised his eyebrows, held down his beating temple, and asked in disdain, "Lord Governor, I have to remind you, if you lose the princess, do you think you can survive? Even if King Evel's 'generous' does not I'll hold you accountable, Queen Calanthe will never forgive me lightly!"
For a moment, Freixnet's heart was as cold as ice.
"Go to his mother's forbidden place! Even Longtan Tiger Cave has to break through!"
Fissnet finally wanted to understand his situation. Sintra's princess escaped on the way of guarding, and it was already his own dereliction of duty. If he could not find the princess again, it would be even more sinful and dead.
If you don't enter, you will die. It's better to go in and fight!
As soon as he thought of this, he no longer hesitated, and greeted the twenty or so big-waisted guards who rushed into the forest.
The next moment, the strong smell of earth and vegetation that rushed towards his face made his brain tremble, creating an illusion. It seems that my whole life will be changed because of today's decision!
They didn't know that there was already another figure, rushing ahead and following into the forest.
…
Brock Leon Forest.
The plants here are pristine and lush.
Most of the trees are hundreds of years old, and the sunlight streaming through the tree tops is absorbed by the young, dwarf shrubs and ferns.
On the ground are some dead branches and fallen leaves.
Insects crawled in every corner, crystal cobwebs were woven between the branches, lizards, rabbits, roe deer and other small beasts poked their heads among the forest cracks.
The body odor of beasts, the earthy smell and the fragrance of grass and trees are everywhere.
But the witcher had no intention of admiring the scenery in front of him. As soon as he entered the forest, he seemed to have transformed into a feline, bowing his body, putting his toes on his toes, and even his breathing became indistinct.
Outside of the light leather armor and gray cloak, the eggshell-like pale yellow quinn shield circulated from time to time.
He was well aware of the blood that was hidden in the appearance of this forest's prosperity.
For a moment, the witcher suddenly stopped, glanced at the dense pine needles and moss-covered humus under his feet, and saw a human corpse crawling with ants and strange-shaped insects.
Maybe it was a poacher, a logger, or someone who entered the forest by mistake. He crouched down and picked up an arrow among the bones.
This is an arrow with an extremely simple manufacturing process. It is purely made of pheasant tail feathers, willow branches and sharpened stones, without any metal materials.
But this does not mean that the power of the arrows is small, they can still easily penetrate the fragile flesh and blood of human beings and kill people.
"The craftsmanship of the tree spirit." Roy pondered.
Brock Leon is their territory.
These creatures are not monsters like deer-headed spirits, but relatives of elves, a kind of green-skinned intelligent creatures, which have a very similar appearance to humans, and claim to be the protectors of the forest. , would rather kill by mistake, never let go.
There are only women of this race.
Their leader Esina's attitude towards human males - kill ninety-nine percent, and use the strongest remaining...
Thankfully though, in most cases, dryads don't shoot women, especially young, harmless human little girls like Ciri, for other purposes.
After collecting the arrows, he continued to move forward cautiously, turning on the witcher's senses, capturing all traces left by the girl along the way, such as the faint smell on her body.
But the forest terrain is complex and the obstacles are beyond his imagination. It is almost like a labyrinth. Even two people who are close at hand may pass by because of the obstacles of plants.
This greatly slows down the search process.
The witcher had to carve the snake pie's mark on a nearby tree trunk every few steps to keep himself from getting lost.
Half an hour later, the witcher, who had begun to hope that the Law of Accidents would be unbreakable, finally found it, smelling Ciri from a rag hanging from a forked branch.
There was also a shallow layer of humus next to the cloth strip, small and messy footprints, and the witcher's nose moved, "There is no blood smell, it seems that she is still safe!"
You must know that Roy has found a group of hunting wolves and a sleeping grizzly bear. In order not to disturb the dryad, he resisted the urge to kill and just sneaked over.
But how did that little guy escape from under the eyes of these bloodthirsty beasts
"Is it the halo of 'Lucky One'?"
Temporarily letting go of his dangling heart, he continued to search along the footprints.
However, just a few steps out.
In the forest in the distance, there was a sudden howl of pain, followed by intermittent groans.
It was as if a cold wind was pouring in from the back of Roy's neck, and goosebumps appeared all over his body.
"There is no roar of the beast, it seems to be the hands of the dryad!"
Who is this cry coming from? Except for those hapless guards, don't do what he thinks.
Roy sighed, and just as he was about to go there, the man's screams stopped abruptly.
He turned and continued to follow, and soon... came to the end of the footprints.
"This… "
Surrounded by trees, a clear lake came into view, and Ciri's small footprints disappeared on the soft muddy ground by the lake.
The witcher sighed and looked around the lake.
The lake is not big or small, and the pervasive forest plants also give this lake enough space, leaving a blank space above the lake that is not covered by the branches, allowing the sun to fall, and the lake is sparkling. beauty.
But he never found any trace of Ciri.
"That little one's stamina is not bad. Running for so long without taking a break?"
Continue chasing headlessly
No, Roy stared at the lake and thought of a brilliant idea.
He pulled out the crimson blade all over his body - the sword of the lake girl, Arrondette.
Dragging the long blade, he stepped into the lake step by step, the blade in his hand was completely engulfed by the lake, and the whole body of the witcher holding the sword was also covered by the lake.
"Water Lake" takes effect.
With Arondite as the center, a translucent bubble appeared miraculously, wrapping the witcher's body, allowing him to breathe peacefully under the water, and the resistance in the water was greatly reduced.
It's an amazing experience.
The colorful swimming fish in the lake, like air, swam past him comfortably,
Gradually, the originally calm lake surface suddenly surged, and the endless lake water seemed to be boiled out of the lake surface, turning into a light and lingering mist.
The water mist continued to drift outward, and even the nearby forest became wet.
The witcher continued to walk toward the center of the lake. As he walked, he suddenly felt a flower in front of his eyes. At some point, a graceful woman wrapped in a layer of mist quickly swam by.
"Vivian's token."
"Roy of Lake Vizima, why are you calling me?"
A crisp greeting, as if it came from the sky, but also from the bottom of my heart
"The goddess of the lake in Brock Leon?"
The witcher turned around and twisted his neck, but the lake goddess seemed to be very lively, swimming around him constantly, spinning in circles, never letting him see the real face.
"Yes, I am the ruler of the nearby waters - Heina."
"Beautiful Goddess Heine..." The witcher's nose moved, and the goddess's hands behind him were lightly placed on his shoulders, then suddenly let go and wandered playfully.
A strand of seaweed-like emerald green hair naughty brushed his nose, a little itchy, but also had a fresh indescribable aroma.
"Vivian once told me that with the sword of Arrondite she could call her friends for help."
"Roy of Lake Vizima..." Heinena said solemnly, "Brock Leon did not welcome strangers, but you are an exception. Tell me, what do you want?"
"I'm looking for a little girl," said the witcher bluntly, before it was too late. "She has mouse-gray silver hair and is about nine years old. Just passing by your territory, can you tell me her current state? Exact location?"
"Simple!"
The clear words fell, but Roy saw a slender arm stretched out beside him, his palm swayed like a string in the lake, and a bizarre water curtain was drawn out in an instant.
In the water curtain, a little girl appeared. She covered her mouth with a pale face and lay motionless in a damp and dark tree hole, daring to breathe.
A faintly strange cry came from outside the tree hole.
"Ciri."
The witcher cried out excitedly, and at the same time, a forearm-sized algae was magically added to his free palm.
"Take it, it will guide you and find the person you are thinking of. Also, say hello to Vivienne for me."
Before the words of Heinena, the goddess of the lake, were finished, Roy felt a soft support from the bottom of his feet, and the whole person involuntarily soared from the bottom of the lake and quickly floated to the surface.
"Be careful of Brock Leon's ruthless dryad! Their leader, Lady Esena, is so powerful that even I can't take her, so be careful."
The voice of the goddess echoed in his ears and gradually faded away.
And the vine-like plant in the witcher's hand turned like a compass in a certain direction.
"Hold on Ciri, I'm here!"