Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 177 Brokleon

In late August, Wayne spent about ten days returning to Middle-earth.

He spent nearly two months in that world dealing with everything that needed to be done, and spent some time getting along well with Deathclaw Robin, who had grown to two meters tall, and White Fang, the direwolf. He used animal taming techniques and personally feeding them to strengthen the bond between master and pet.

Deathclaw Robin, though still in its growth stage and not yet fully grown, has developed for nearly three years and possesses considerable fighting power. It can easily fight tigers and leopards and even wolf packs. In the forest behind Wayne Manor, there are almost no wild beasts that can rival it.

The forest has become Deathclaw's playground and territory. Most of the time, Robin hunts for himself, and only when he is hungry does he remember the delicious food cooked by his owner.

However, thanks to the beast taming technique and Wayne's careful training, the little guy still does not resist his master's orders and obeys Wayne's commands completely. He is already able to serve as a qualified combat partner in ordinary battles, at least he can easily deal with ordinary people.

It's much better than White Fang, the direwolf who has completely turned into a husky and become a watchdog.

Moreover, Wayne now possesses a magical tent, which is essentially a large, portable warehouse. If used properly, it could even be used to start interdimensional trade; Hobbit pipe grass would be a good project.

While in Vizimar, the pipe grass he brought back from Middle-earth was very popular with the dwarves in O. Henry's blacksmith shop.

When it was presented as a gift to the wealthy businessman Rewaden, the southern merchant was full of praise for it. He even immediately asked him about the origin of the tobacco and explored the possibility of cooperation, as the profit margin was very large.

Therefore, after returning to Middle-earth, he took out a large sum of money—well, he borrowed a loan from Vivian—to have his old butler Ford help him purchase a large quantity of pipe grass, and at the same time, he wanted to hire more hobbits to expand the pipe grass planting area.

In Wayne's plan, these otherworldly pipe tobaccos would not just be sold as ordinary luxury goods, but would be promoted in another way along with Gwent. He had not forgotten the importance of Gwent's ranking system.

As Gwent became increasingly popular in the northern kingdoms, a unique business plan to help him improve his Gwent skills began to take shape in his mind.

By the time Wayne returned to the Witcher world from Middle-earth, it was already early September, and the time for the Cintra marriage selection was not far off.

After a brief farewell to his acquaintances in Vijima, he piloted his magic flying carpet westward along the route of the Pontal River, passing through Temuria and the Kingdom of Soden. After flying for about a day and a half, he arrived above a vast primeval forest.

According to the map, this is the legendary Brokelion Forest, also known as the Tree Spirit Forest or the Death Forest.

It is a vast primeval forest surrounded by countries such as Sintra, Brug, Soden, and Viden, inhabited by various creatures such as tree spirits, goblins, and forest gods.

Due to the long-standing struggle for precious tree resources, there is a deep-seated hatred between the tree spirits living here and humans.

This place is extremely dangerous for humans. Anyone who enters the forest is likely to be shot and killed by tree spirits hidden among the trees. These tree spirits will not give any warning before launching their attacks.

This has led to hostility from neighboring countries towards the tree spirits. However, due to the tree spirits' immense strength, their fearless resistance, and the checks and balances imposed by other countries, no country has been able to gain an advantage in this struggle.

Recalling the information he had read in the books, Wayne piloted his magic flying carpet and slowly flew directly above the forest.

Legend has it that the treants' capital is called Duncanar, which means "Land of Oaks" in ancient language. It is located deep in this primeval forest, home to the treants and also inhabited by a powerful spellcaster, Queen Silver-Eyed Esna, the treant queen.

That is the tree spirits' most secret place, and few outsiders are able to enter. Even if outsiders do enter, they are blindfolded before entering Duncanar.

When talking about tree spirits, one must mention their unique reproductive method.

As an all-female race, tree spirits cannot reproduce on their own. They must mate with humans and elves to have children, and every child born to a tree spirit will be a girl.

However, due to the enmity between tree spirits and humans, human men are often taken into the forest as captives. Apart from a few men who are released, the others are likely to become breeding tools or be ruthlessly killed after they have no further use.

Unfortunately, as a demon hunter who is known to be infertile, unless Wayne hides his identity and disguises himself as an elf, he will most likely not be considered a breeding partner and treated as a stud even if he goes to the dryads' territory.

However, as a Witcher in the same situation as non-human races, Wayne will not suffer the same hostility from the dryads as humans once he reveals his identity. Although he may not be treated as a friend, at least he will not be attacked by sneak arrows.

Wayne stood on the magic flying carpet, looking down at the dense primeval forest, and pondered for several seconds.

There is still about a week left until the time he and Geralt agreed upon.

In his opinion, even if he arrived in Sintra now, he might not be able to find Geralt. Perhaps, going to see the dryads now and seeing if he could get some requests from them and cultivate some goodwill would be a good choice.

Of course, Wayne would never admit that he wanted to see those beautiful tree beauties with good figures and pretty faces, but who were completely naked.

After all, the Dryads are natural allies of non-human races, just like the Witchers, Elves, and Dwarves. Establishing a friendly relationship and becoming familiar with them would be quite meaningful.

Just as Wayne was thinking this, perhaps due to his luck, a faint female scream and cry for help suddenly came from the forest below.

"Someone help me! Sisters! Is anyone around here?"

The cry for help was a bit far away from him, and judging from the voice, it should belong to a young girl.

Fortunately, Wayne's Witcher's perception was among the best of all Witchers; otherwise, other Witchers wouldn't have been able to hear anything at such a distance.

Faced with a woman's cry for help, whether out of a witcher's responsibility to protect the people or out of Wayne's own conscience, he would not stand idly by.

After hesitating for only a second or two, Wayne immediately changed the direction of the magic carpet and flew towards the primeval forest below, following the source of the cries for help.

The trees in the primeval forest are so dense that they block out the sun, and the abundance of leaves and branches obscures the view on the ground.

The flying carpet was very fast. With the help of his riding skills, Wayne controlled the flying carpet with ease. In a very short time, he passed through the obstacles of the trees and arrived at the place where the cry for help came from.

What came into his view was a petite, green-skinned beauty with only a few vines and leaves tied around her waist. She was running quickly through the woods, her expression panicked, calling out to her companions as she ran.

Behind her followed a massive, black-furred feline beast of incredible speed.

Wayne didn't know if it was a cheetah, a lynx, or some other feline, but in this complex terrain of the primeval forest, it was faster than the girl in front of it, and the distance between them gradually closed during the chase.

Facing the green-skinned beauty a dozen meters away, the beast ran and roared, its sharp teeth and claws already poised to strike, seemingly waiting at any moment to rip open the belly of its prey.

Just then, the green-skinned beauty rushed out, but accidentally touched a vine with her foot, lost control of her body, and fell to the ground.

Although she fell, the beast behind her did not hesitate at all, and immediately used all its strength to pounce on her with even greater speed.

Faced with such a crisis, the green-skinned beauty was completely helpless. She could only look at the beast pouncing on her with a face full of terror, and couldn't help but let out a desperate cry.

Seeing this, Wayne no longer hesitated. He piloted the flying carpet and quickly flew over the head of the beast. He had already judged the distance and speed and jumped down from the top of the beast.

He drew the Startick Blade, which crackled with lightning, and instantly sliced ​​the black feline beast in two at the waist.

A flash of sword light, blood splattered, but fortunately, the Statikk Shiv's built-in lightning effect instantly charred the beast's wound, and it died before it could even let out a cry, preventing the blood from splattering on Wayne.

Otherwise, traveling with a body covered in blood would be too unpleasant.

The green-skinned beauty, who was shirtless, stared wide-eyed in astonishment as Wayne descended from the sky and slew the beast with a single sword strike.

She never expected that in this forest inhabited only by tree spirits, a handsome man would suddenly descend from the sky and save her from the jaws of wild beasts.

She stared blankly at the man until he gracefully wiped the blood from the blade, sheathed his sword, smiled, and extended his hand to her, saying:

"Madam, I'm Wayne the Witcher. Are you alright?"

(There will be another chapter tonight, hehe!)

(End of this chapter)