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"You ended the war day and night?"

"Correct, Geralt, the war hasn't started yet."

The witcher who was refuted didn't want to fight, he put down the roasted half piece of venison and took a sip from the kettle instead. Hanging on a tree overnight, chilled by the cold wind in the mountains and forests, Geralt breathed out a sigh of satisfaction.

He picked up another can of salt, sprinkled a little on the venison half, and resumed the grilling.

He Shenyan raised his head and glanced at him, then looked at the sky, and couldn't help but remind: "It's early morning, Geralt."

"Yeah, I know." The witcher responded casually, and continued to spin the venison intently.

"Aren't you going to stop for a rest at noon? Eat so much in the morning? It's not like the Geralt I know."

"Well, there's actually another reason."

Geralt patted his stomach and sighed: "I was camping here last night, as we said, I'll wait for you here for two days. During this time, I set a trap and planned to catch some rabbits. What to eat. And inexplicably caught a deer."

He gestured at the size of the trap and looked puzzled: "I still haven't figured out how it died in the rabbit-catching pit with its head down."

"Although I don't know why there is a deer there, since it's delivered to my door, is there any reason why I shouldn't eat it?"

Geralt shrugged and took a bite of the freshly roasted venison.

"Do you want some?" he asked inarticulately. "I cut a lot of meat to spare."

"No, Geralt."

After a brief breakfast, they continued on their way. This particular job is not yet done, and the Sintra affair is just a small interlude. Regis left them, and the old vampire made up his mind to take a trip to Skellige to see the sea. Maybe people become so stubborn as they get older.

Geralt was surprised that he thought he was human, but then he thought - what's the difference between Regis and a human?

He said this question and got He Shenyan's answer.

"There's no difference, Geralt. Although you may not quite understand what I'm saying, the truth is, humans are sometimes not a race, but a title. Used to describe those... um.... .." He gave a troubled smile. "Now I don't know how to describe it."

"But I'm sure that Regis is a human, at least more human than you and me." He Shenyan shrugged.

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Work continued until October.

It has to be said that they do this work fast. Witchers and wizards never stay in one place for more than three days, and they basically do not have any form of contact with the local residents. Apart from the necessary accommodation and renovations, they came to town for one purpose.

kill.

kill a lot of people.

Geralt had thought he had seen what is called the darkness of human nature, but what they saw in Brugg two days ago really made him realize what was terrible.

Hundreds—hundreds of naked people, scarred, yellow-faced and skinny. They were locked in the basement and almost lost the ability to talk to people. When Geralt reached out to help one of them up, the thin man's reaction silenced him for a long time.

He fell to his knees in horror and began to kowtow non-stop. The first blow broke his forehead, and the witcher had to use the power of the sigil to calm him down. At this time, he noticed that everyone in the basement looked at him with frightened eyes.

Not even hatred.

what does that mean?

At this moment, they are in the virgin forest outside the city of Brugg. Compared with the pain in Geralt's heart, He Shenyan was much more calm. As far back as Kama Taj's apprenticeship, he has dealt with many devil invasions, and the way modern people please the devil will only be more savage and cruel than in the Middle Ages.

Civilization has progressed, but humans have not.

In those days, he learned one thing. And it was completely unspoken, because even if he told Geralt it himself, the witcher wouldn't understand. Man can only understand it by his own efforts, and there is no other way.

Brugg is a small country, a vassal of Temeria.

Surrounded by water on three sides, next to Soden and Sintra. The forests around this country are called the Blodgeron Forest, and in fact, it's not just Brugge. The Brokilon Forest starts from Sintra and continues to Soden and Wieden, and Brugg is naturally wrapped in it.

This is not a good place for humans. The root cause lies in its inhabitants, who are called tree spirits, and are also called 'weird wives' by idlers in the countryside. This is a female-only race, and in the ancient language, they were called AenWoedbeanna.

He Shenyan was very interested in this word, and when translated, it was called the daughter of the forest. Dryads are green-skinned, they love nature and forests, and hate those who enter their territories to cut down trees. From this point of view, it is very similar to a modern organization.

But the two are fundamentally different. The tree spirits only operate in this forest, and the things they ask for are actually quite understandable. After all, this is their home. Outsiders enter your home and destroy it. No one will be happy if you change it.

- However, since humans fundamentally need wood, the war between dryads and humans has been going on for hundreds of years.

They all hated each other. The armies of the surrounding kingdoms often killed the tree spirits with cruel means, and the tree spirits used their superb archery to make humans frightened. Therefore, in Oita, people refused to approach this virgin forest, and anyone who ignored the tree spirits. Humans who are warned will die by the arrow.

Only in extremely rare circumstances do tree spirits allow humans to enter their forests.

Like now.

He Shenyan raised his hand, UU read www. uukanshu.com hangs a bunch of vines from the giant branches and leaves above their heads, knotted at the ends, with a delicate cup. It has an air of magic on it and is made of pure vines.

"Oh, that's odd. The vine cup. Thank you."

He Shenyan politely thanked the vine and reached out to take the vine cup. Inside is a full glass of clear water, even fragrant. The mage looked at it for a moment and drank it. Then, there was a crisp laugh from the giant tree above them.

Geralt shook his head and asked the mage again: "You know that in the society of tree spirits, men have no status, right? They are a race that only has women. When they need to reproduce, go out and find some men to bring back. , and rarely have feelings with other races. Be careful, he. They are probably just interested in your skin."

At this moment, a common language with a strong accent came from above Geralt, a female voice with a certain magnetism: "Speak carefully, cat-eye man. This esteemed man can be the same as those reproductive tools you imagine. very different."

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