Roy hugged Ciri and walked beside the honey-haired dryad beside her. Through the gorgeous stripes painted with yellow peach juice on her face, Miss Tree Spirit's facial features are actually very immature, and she looks like a girl of about sixteen years old.
Brian
gender: female
Age: 35
Status: Dryad, resident of Brock Leon
Life: 100
Attributes:
Strength: 6
Agility: 10
Constitution: 10
Perception: 10
Will: 6
Charisma: 7
Spirit: 6
Skill:
Bow Specialization LV5
Elegance of the Wind (Passive Curing)
Son of the Forest (Passive Curing): The Dryad is one of the guardians of the forest, the patron of nature, it protects animals and plants, and the forest returns her favor. When she is in it, her physical strength, magic power, and injury recovery speed are doubled.
Sure enough, dryads and elves have similar bloodlines.
"Vado xisa nakuen (what's your name)?" Roy asked.
Hearing the sound, the latter turned his head and glared at him in surprise, as if surprised by Roy's fluent ancient words, then bit his lip and hesitated,
"Breien."
"Then Ms. Brian... How long until we reach our destination?"
"Lost... trap... beast... a day and a half... at least."
Roy glanced at Ciri, who was asleep in his arms, and nodded. The original plan was to follow them to the dryad's capital.
Meet the dryad queen Esina, who is more famous than Francesca, and check out the "Waters of Brock Leon".
After walking for a while, he smelled the sweat of the tree spirit, exactly the same as that of an ordinary human girl.
As for pure tree spirits, according to the results he saw in the "Biology", the smell of sweat would be reminiscent of crumpled willow branches.
Then there is only one possibility, Brian is not a natural tree spirit!
She was transformed by drinking the water of Brock Leon.
"What was your old name?"
The dryad stopped abruptly, her small breasts heaved violently under her striped coat, she struggled to suppress her breathing, and suddenly pursed her lips that seemed to be coated with natural green lipstick.
"I do not remember!"
She turned her head stubbornly, but the witcher noticed the panic in her eyes.
"It seems that before becoming a dryad, Miss Brian had a terrible past..."
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"Yes, boy. It took me a lot of effort to find out Brian's name before. But I have to warn you, don't make any wrong ideas..."
The white wolf said in the tone of someone who had come over, and patted the junior on the shoulder again.
"Don't tease any dryad unless you want to stay in Brock Leon forever and be a breeding machine for dryads."
Roy knows this. There are only women among the tree spirits. If they want to have children, they can only kidnap the elves or human men they can see for breeding, or let young human girls participate in the transformation ceremony. .
"Have you forgotten?" Roy thought, and rolled his eyes at the white wolf. "Witchers can't have children, and the two of us are not as effective as an ordinary man, such as Fresnet."
Geralt sighed. He thought of a sad past. Although his face was still stiff, there was a lingering melancholy in his eyes.
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The rest of the way was silent, and the three moved forward quite quickly, the dryad clearly knowing the terrain of Brock Leon by heart.
She ran along the hidden forks, through the grass, bushes, river ditches, and swamps and other dangerous terrain, and her pace was as nimble as a deer.
The three followed all the way, relying on Serret to teach him about traps. Along the way, Roy observed at least hundreds of ingenious traps.
Such as deep pits covered with fallen leaves and filled with sharp wooden stakes, arrows that trigger arrows, trees that suddenly fall, and terrifying giant spheres covered with spikes, tied to ropes, when you don't expect them. It slammed down suddenly, knocking people and beasts on the path full of holes...
In addition to the traps, there are also dense sentries.
In some places, Brian would stand still, blowing a sweet whistle, and after a while, the same reply would come from the nearby leafy trees.
In other places Brian would stop, nervously holding down an arrow in his quiver, staring intently at the bushes, but she would stop the eager witcher.
Dryads will not kill wild animals unless they are hungry or protect themselves. Their attitude towards wild animals is much more friendly than towards humans.
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Even though the four of them had walked very fast, the sun set and they had to set up camp.
Although the witcher also has the experience of living in the wild, in the end it is not as good as Brian, the native of Brock Leon.
She chose a high place with a warm breeze, and after using simple berries and jerky, they slept in a row on the dry bracken, close to each other.
This is the custom of tree spirits, and they will sleep together and keep each other warm.
On the far left is White Wolf, then Roy, with Ciri and Brian on the far right.
When Miss Treant closed her eyes, she boldly regarded the little guy beside her as a large heating bag and hugged her tightly.
And Roy looked at Geralt's weather-beaten face, the smell of his body that he hadn't bathed for a long time came from his nose, hug him
joke!
Roy moved away from Geralt slightly embarrassedly, thinking about whether to invite him for a drink, um, the dwarf spirits he hid in the trophy package, took the opportunity to get closer, and when he was drunk, he would play Quint for one night , to win all his money.
Put him in debt! Take advantage of the situation to ask about the location of Kyle Mohan, the wolf pie green grass formula or something.
However, before he had time to make any movement, there was a soft murmur from the right, and someone woke up.
The little guy who had slept for a long time finally woke up, but he didn't wake up naturally, but was caught breathless by Miss Treant, his brain was a little deprived of oxygen, and he was woken up alive.
Her head was freed from the dryad's arms, who still held her back tightly.
When Ciri's face flushed, she raised her head sleepily, and saw the face covered with strange patterns. Under the dim moonlight, Miss Dryad was covered with all kinds of bells and whistles, looking like a haunt in the forest. The savage, gloomy and terrifying.
The lack of oxygen and the sudden shock made Ciri's brain freeze.
who I am? where am i? What should I do
Roy turned the little guy in a circle and made a face-to-face gesture of silence, and then she came back to her senses.
"Then... what is that... thing?" Ciri stammered, stepping over Roy's body in a panic, trying to hide behind him.
As a result, she was greeted by another pair of faintly glowing eyes.
"what-"
There was a scream of terror in the forest.
Under the illumination of the first quarter moon, the originally dark and silent forest was suddenly detonated, the continuous "Ow Ow" wolf howls also sounded, and there were countless strange sounds one after another, which were hidden in the darkness of the vast virgin forest. Some inexplicable existence.
Roy quickly drew an Axifa seal to dispel the panic in the girl's heart, and the girl finally calmed down and stopped screaming.
It was really a strange feeling. Ciri only felt that all the negative emotions such as fear and fear in her heart had been expelled by some magical power, and she felt inexplicably calm.
Only then did she see clearly that the pair of wolf-like eyes emitting a dim light and the painted face were two people.
"Roy... Who are they?"
"Little girl... Your voice is so loud that it almost pierced my eardrums. I'm sure there will be a place for you in the opera world in the north in the future." Geralt stared at the little girl, using his unique He joked, "But little singer, should you introduce yourself before asking someone's name?"
"Who are you?" The little girl stood on the bracken and stomped her feet, and glanced at the two weirdos on the left and right. Suddenly, there was a hint of surprise in the emerald green eyes, "White-haired witcher, I know, you are Geralt! Roy told..."
"Um..."
"Haha, her name is a naughty little girl who ran away from home." Roy pinched the girl's face out of shape and gave her a look.
The other party instantly understood.
Don't reveal it, right
"Little girl? I think it's the little princess, right?" The witcher tried his best to show an ugly smile, his eyes frozen for a moment, "Do you know that there are other people looking for you besides Roy?"
"Humph!" Ciri snorted heavily, and moved towards Roy quietly.
"But don't worry, we'll take you home."
"I finally escaped, so I don't want to go back!" Xi Lihao looked at the witcher firmly, sparks in the eyes of one big and one small pair.
Roy didn't say anything, but admired the scene in front of him with great interest. He couldn't imagine that Geralt and Ciri, the "father and daughter" who were entangled by accidental fate, would meet for the first time. bicker. A look of incompetence.
Interesting, Geralt turns out that you are like this. You clearly want to express your concern, why do you have to be stubborn.
"Little girl!" Seeing that Roy was silent, Geralt continued to press, "Isn't that big centipede enough for you? You can't survive in the forest at all. If you don't return to Weedon, where do you want to go?"
"I follow Roy, he will protect me!"
"Little girl, you're not going anywhere."
At this time, Miss Treant spoke quietly, and the crisp voice made Ciri stunned for a moment, "It turned out to be a woman, then I don't care if you hugged me privately, and almost covered me to death!"
Miss Dryad ignored her complaints, but said seriously, "So small and yet able to travel such a long way, with sentries, swamps, jungles, and traps along the way, which you have avoided. You are strong, healthy, and Courage is useful to us."
"Look!" Ciri said arrogantly at the witcher again, "this lady won't let me go back!"
She didn't understand the meaning of Miss Dryad's words at all.
"Okay, little girl, at least tell me your name."
"Ciri!"
"Ciri, I'm Geralt, the wolf school witcher." Geralt introduced himself solemnly.
"White-haired weirdo! Don't come here, just lie there, I'm going to sleep next to Roy!" Ciri muttered angrily, and turned to the young witcher again, "Roy, I'm hungry again , give me something to eat! And, tell me a bedtime story, it's so boring without you!"
"What type of story do you want to hear?" Roy took out a bunch of dried fruit and bacon from the package,
"Don't be that Rapunzel from last time, I was terrified. Collier had nightmares for two nights. Let me tell you something interesting today!" Ciri lay down beside Roy again, gobbling up the dry and hard food Jerky, she would hardly eat such rough food before, but today she is really hungry.
"Then tell a story about Jack and Beanman," Roy began to tell, looking at the dark sky.
"Once upon a time there was a little boy in Toussaint who traded his cows for five enchanted beans..."
Brian stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, squinting at the witcher, and the young dryad was also full of interest in novel stories.
Gradually, at night, on the bracken, the atmosphere became incomparably harmonious.
There was no other voice than the young witcher's soft remarks.