Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The speaker was a dryad - obvious, who else could it be?

She has emerald green skin, a good figure, and no hair on her body. A red flower was sandwiched between her silky black hair, adding a touch of color.

The dryad jumped down from the huge tree and landed lightly. She came to sit next to Geralt and He Shenyan without hesitation, and stared at him with a look that made Geralt very uncomfortable.

"How dare you call this protector of nature that?" she said solemnly. "Did you know that what he has done has spread throughout Doon Canal?"

"...With all due respect, ma'am, this companion of mine was with me all the way. So, what exactly did he do?"

Geralt asked incomprehensibly, and at the same time motioned with his eyes to He Shenyan to give him some hints. The mage just smiled and shook his head, letting him listen.

The tree spirit snorted coldly: "His heroic deeds in the Amelia Forest have long been spread to our ears by nature. Through the soil, trees, and flowers, the grass and reptiles brought their messages, and the wind also carried their messages.

The screams of those hateful thugs remain..."

Amelia Forest?

Geralt frowned and began to think about it, and then realized that that was where they found the lion-faced spider cultists. He originally wanted to ask more, but the dryad's words were like a dirty joke of the dwarves in the tavern, one sentence after another.

In one sentence, it doesn’t stop at all.

"They set up camp there, but you self-proclaimed righteous humans have never thought about them clearly! For forty years, they have killed countless humans there. Although I don't like you, your blood and pain have made the entire city

The forest has become restless."

The tree spirit said angrily: "How abominable!"

...Is this what happened? Geralt thought speechlessly. Why not just kill people but not burn the forest? See how excited you are.

The tree spirit didn't care about his expression. This magnanimous woman (?) stretched out her hand as if to shake hands with He Shenyan: "I have seen you humans shaking hands with each other. Dear protector, is this the way you do it?"

"Yes." The mage smiled slightly and shook hands with her.

The skin of dryads is very soft to the touch, and they have a plant fragrance. They are called the daughters of the forest, and this is true.

"My name is Sisna, Protector. May I ask your name?"

He Shenyan turned to the ancient language and said his name. Now, the tree spirit also started to use the ancient language.

With Geralt's ancient three-legged cat language, it was impossible to understand what the two of them were talking about, especially since the dryad named Sisna became more and more arrogant, and later even started to use dryad dialect.

What's even more weird is that He Shenyan was able to catch it. The two of them talked to each other, and the witcher sat there depressedly and began to reflect on why he took a shortcut into Brokilon Forest. His original idea was to take a shortcut to Brochlon Forest.

Circling back to Novigrad, according to the map, taking a shortcut through the forest is the fastest way.

But now, he's stuck here.

Looking at the way they were chatting, it was hard for Geralt not to believe that this tree spirit wouldn't have something happen to the mage.

never mind.

The witcher quickly changed his mentality - I was tired anyway, and staying in the famous Brokiron Forest for two or three days would be a good conversation piece. Then I would return to Kaer Morhen and Ai

He blew it when Skye was drinking with Lambert.

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At noon, they arrived at Doon Canal. Translated, this place is called Heart of Oak. For Geralt, this was simply a miracle.

You know, the location of the Heart of Oak has always been a mystery. People only know that there is such a place in the original Blochlon Forest. It is hidden in the valleys and forests, but no one has ever actually entered it.

Originally, Sisna had to put a blindfold on Geralt to prevent him from remembering the way in.

But He Shenyan dispelled her worries with just one sentence - "This friend of mine is also a noble man. He will not reveal the location of Duan Kanal. I will use my

I swear my honor to you."

He has said this, what else can Sisna do?

As a result, Geralt and He Shenyan became the only two humans who were lucky enough to enter Doon Canal in the past few hundred years, and they were not even blindfolded.

The place that appeared in front of them was a huge open space. The top of their heads was completely covered by the vast green canopy, and the sunlight leaked through their gaps and shone on the ground. The mist rose from between the soil and rocks, and even

Spread over the knees.

He Shenyan heard the sound of water and asked, "Is there a river near here?"

"No, protector." Sisna smiled proudly. "It's a hot spring!"

They continued to move forward, walking through the open space and walking into the woods. There were many houses made of vines hanging on the trunks between the giant trees. They were exquisite and small. Some were very close to the ground, and some were far away.

, some were even placed on top of trees.

There are several huge buildings on the ground, which are made of intertwined branches. They look beautiful in their own way, which is another kind of beauty that surpasses human architecture.

"Welcome to Doon Kanal, the Protector...and you, Cat-Eyed Man."

Sisna made a face at Geralt, her tongue was a pale pink. Frankly speaking, the witcher was very angry with her. Along the way, she was looking for opportunities to use words to hurt him, and

Geralt has nothing to do yet.

"I have a name, Ms. Sisna. My name is Geralt."

"Geralt?"

"Yes, Geralt of Rivia."

The dryad's eyes suddenly changed, and the color of her green cheeks became darker. Sisna stammered and said in common language: "I, I'm sorry - Gwen Blade, I don't know.

you!"

"What did you call me?"

"That means 'white wolf', Geralt. It's an ancient language - well, interesting. It seems that you also have a title in the eyes of the dryads."

He Shenyan explained it to him, and then smiled with interest. He turned around and asked, "Qissina, why did you call him Gwenbraed?"

"That is related to a prophecy. It is said that a demon hunter named Gwen Blade will save the entire world together with Swallow and the man in black robe."

As she spoke, Sisna's eyes became strange.

She looked at He Shenyan, who was wearing a black robe, and then at Geralt, who had white hair and carried two swords on his back, and was dumbfounded.

The mage shrugged at the witcher: "Well, Geralt, although it is related to the prophecy, it is not a bad thing. At least you can finally be treated seriously by them."

Geralt squeezed to his side in two or three steps and complained softly: "Except for your prophecy, I don't believe anyone else's prophecy at all."

Their chat didn't last long. A full, deep and firm voice came from the other side: "Welcome, man in black robe, Gwenbraed. Welcome to Doon Canal."

A tree spirit came slowly from the other side. Sisna saw her and slowly knelt down. She was wearing a thin and light green dress. Like most tree spirits, she was petite and slender, but she held her head high proudly.

.

She has a serious expression and pursed lips, giving people a majestic and powerful impression. Her hair color and eyes are like molten silver.

Just opposite He Shenyan's dark eyes, they looked at each other, like two extremes. Almost in an instant, a smile appeared on the mage's face.

"Interesting." Geralt heard him say softly. "Very interesting."