Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"You ended the war in one day and one night?"

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

The demon hunter who was retorted had no intention of arguing. He put down the half piece of roasted venison in his hand, picked up the kettle and took a sip. He hung on the tree all night, and was blown away by the cold wind in the forest.

Geralt exhaled a sigh of satisfaction.

He picked up another jar of salt, sprinkled a little on the half piece of venison, and began to continue grilling.

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

"Yes, I know." The witcher responded casually, and then continued to rotate the venison attentively.

"Aren't you going to stop and rest at noon? Eat so much in the morning? This is not the same as the Geralt I know."

"Well, actually there is another reason."

Geralt touched his belly and sighed: "I camped here last night. As we agreed, I will wait for you here for two days. During this period, I set a trap and planned to catch some rabbits.

Something to eat. Then I caught a deer out of nowhere."

He gestured to the size of the trap, with confusion on his face: "I still don't understand how it died with its head down in the rabbit trap."

"Although I don't know why there is a deer there, but since it comes to my door, is there any reason for me not to eat it?"

Geralt shrugged, picked up the roasted venison and took a bite.

"Do you want some?" he asked inarticulately. "I cut a lot of meat for later use."

"No, Geralt."

After a brief breakfast, they continued on their way. This special work had not yet been completed, and the incident in Cintra was just a small episode. Regis left them, and the old vampire made up his mind to go to Skellige to see the sea.

.Perhaps people become so stubborn as they age.

Geralt was surprised that he thought he was human, but then he thought about it - what is the difference between Regis and a human?

He asked this question and received He Shenyan's answer.

"There is no difference, Geralt. Although you may not understand what I am saying, in fact, humans are sometimes not a race, but a term. Used to describe those...well...

.." He put on a troubled smile. "I don't know how to describe it now."

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

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Work continued until October.

One thing that must be said is that they carried out this work very quickly. Witchers and mages never stayed in one place for more than three days, and they basically did not have any form of contact with the local residents. Except for necessary accommodation and repairs

Besides, they have only one purpose in going to the city.

kill.

Kill a lot of people.

Geralt once thought he had seen the darkness of human nature, but what they saw and heard in Bruge two days ago really made him realize what terror is.

Hundreds - hundreds of naked people, scarred and emaciated. They were locked in the basement, and almost all of them had lost the ability to talk to others. When Geralt reached out his hand to help one of them up.

At that time, the thin man's reaction made him silent for a long time.

He knelt on the ground in fear and began to kowtow continuously. The first blow broke his forehead, and the demon hunter had to use the power of the seal to calm him down. At this time, he noticed that everyone in the basement was holding a

Looking at him with fearful eyes.

Not even hatred.

what does that mean?

At this moment, they were in the primeval forest outside the city of Brugg. Compared to Geralt's inner pain, He Shenyan seemed much more calm and composed. He had dealt with many demons when he was an apprentice at Kamathaj.

In the event of invasion, the way modern people please the devil will only be more barbaric and cruel than in the Middle Ages.

Civilization has progressed, but humans have not.

In those days, he learned one thing. And this thing was completely unspeakable, because even if he told Geralt himself, the witcher would not be able to understand it. People can only understand it through their own efforts.

, there is no other way.

Brugg is a small country and a vassal state of Temeria.

Surrounded by water on three sides, it borders Soden and Sintra. The forest near this country is called the Blochlon Forest. In fact, it is not only found near Brugge. The Brochlon Forest starts from Sintra,

It continues to Soden and Verdon, and Brugge is naturally included in it.

This is not a good place for humans. The fundamental reason lies in its inhabitants, who are called dryads and are also called "weird wives" by idlers in the countryside. This is a race of only women.

In ancient language, they were called aen woedbeanna.

He Shenyan is very interested in this word. Translated, it is called the Daughter of the Forest. Dryads have green skin. They love nature and forests extremely and hate humans who enter their territory and cut down trees. From this perspective

, but it is very similar to a modern organization.

But there is a fundamental difference between the two. The dryads only move in this forest, and their demands are actually quite understandable. After all, this is their home. If outsiders enter your home and wreak havoc, no one will do it.

happy.

——However, because humans fundamentally need wood, the war between tree spirits and humans has continued for hundreds of years.

They all hate each other, and the armies of neighboring kingdoms often kill tree spirits in cruel ways. The tree spirits scare humans with their superb archery skills. Therefore, most of the time, people refuse to approach this primeval forest, and anyone who ignores the tree spirits will

Anyone who warns will be killed by arrows.

Only under certain extremely rare circumstances will the dryads allow humans into their forests.

Such as now.

He Shenyan raised his hand, and a bunch of vines hung from the giant branches and leaves above their heads, with a knot at the end and an exquisite cup. It had a magical aura and was made of pure vines.

"Oh, this is quite strange. Vine cup. Thank you."

He Shenyan politely thanked the vine and reached out to take the vine cup. Inside was a full glass of clear water, even exuding fragrance. The mage looked at it for a moment and drank it in one gulp. Then, there was a sound from the giant tree above them.

A crisp laugh.

Geralt shook his head and asked the mage again: "You know that in the society of the dryads, men have no status, right? They are a female-only race. When they need to reproduce, they just go out and find some men and bring them back.

, and rarely have feelings for other races. Be careful, He. They may just like your skin."

At this time, a common language with a strong accent came from above Geralt. It was a female voice with some magnetism: "Be careful what you say, cat-eye man. This respected person can be like the fertility tools you imagined."

Very different."