The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 335: Heading to Brokilon

The Druid's Circle is the druids' stronghold and town.

Therefore, there are naturally businessmen here.

The currency from the outside world still has circulation value here. Even druids cannot completely separate themselves from secular life. They also need to contact the outside world and naturally need currency.

Relying on the magic pattern leather bag, Lin En made a lot of purchases at the Druid Ring, especially druid potions, and did not miss a single bottle.

Druid potions are different from witcher potions. The former can also be taken by ordinary people. Although the types are relatively few, they also include healing wounds, strengthening strength, etc.

These potions can be used by future apprentices.

After all, the apprentices' bodies cannot adapt to the witcher's potions before they undergo the Trial of Green Grass, but injuries are inevitable. With these druid potions, training will be more effective.

After staying in the Druid Ring for two days, on the third day, the three of them set out back to the port of Keldra and then took a boat to leave the Great Skellige Island.

Looking at the Great Skellige Island that was gradually moving away and getting smaller behind him, Lynn did not let the captain send them directly to Novigrad, but instead docked in the city of Kerak, the capital of the Kingdom of Kerak.

The northern countries' attitude towards witchers is not the same as that of the Skellige Islands, so Lynn bought two long black cloaks in advance, which were enough for him and Ged to hide under the cloaks, and others would not notice their difference at all.

Only when you get close will others notice their cat eyes hidden in the shadow of their hoods.

As for Mossack, he retained his original appearance.

The world is so big that druids can go anywhere.

Even in The Witcher 3, when the warlock had become a pariah, the druid's status remained as solid as ever.

The three of them were walking in the bustling market, and the people in the market were not surprised by their attire.

"Why are we getting off here?" Mossak asked doubtfully, "Wouldn't it be faster to just take the ship to Novigrad?"

Lynn replied, "Yes, it's faster, but we're not going to Novigrad."

"If not to Novigrad, where should we go?"

Gerd was stunned for a moment.

He had thought they would land in Novigrad.

In this way, you can follow the Pontar River and then turn to the Lisela River, a tributary of the Pontar River, and directly reach the foot of the Blue Mountains.

Finally, it’s just a short walk to Kaer Morhen, deep in the Blue Mountains.

This is the fastest and most convenient route.

If they didn't take the river, they would have to spend more time on land.

Lynn nodded.

It means that what Gerd said is right.

Then he said again.

"Don't worry, let's go to Brokilon first."

Brokilon is the domain of the dryads.

The dryads are the natives of this world and the protectors of Brokilon.

They are a race of only women who love nature, especially forests.

They consider all forests as their territory.

Over the past several centuries, the Dryads have fought against the Dwarves and Elves. These former overlords of the continent have tried to force the Dryads to surrender, but all have failed without exception.

Until the arrival of humans.

Once, the Brokilon forest was so vast that it covered the human kingdoms of Verden, Bruge, and Kerac. However, as humans advanced, the trees were cut down and the forests burned...

Brokilon became what he is today.

Therefore, the tree spirits hate humans extremely.

Anyone, young or old, male or female, who dares to cross the border of Brokilon will be shot with a sharp arrow from the woods.

Kill with one blow.

Just like the corpse in front of Lin En. ...

The deceased was estimated to be between thirty and thirty-five years old, but he looked much older than his actual age.

He was wearing a piece of ragged linen that was dirty, torn, and smelled of rotten food.

The man's hands were covered with calluses, and it was obvious that he often did heavy physical work.

"It must be a farmer who escaped."

Next to Lynn, Ged squatted on the ground, examining a scattered package next to the dead man.

There was very little in the package. Apart from some dry food and a few copper coins, there was nothing else.

Gerd sighed.

"Back when I was traveling in the Principality of the Curved Coast and accepting demon hunting commissions, a lord sent his men to find me."

"Hopefully I can help them track down the farmers who have escaped from the territory."

"So, this man was probably caught up and killed by his lord's men."

Lynn shook his head.

He disagreed with Gerd's opinion.

"No, he didn't die like that."

To confirm his guess, Lynn stood up and pointed to an arrow stuck in a pine tree a few meters behind the deceased.

"The attacker shot two arrows in total. The first arrow was meant to warn him to turn back in time, but unfortunately he misunderstood."

"That's why the second arrow took his life."

"You mean, the tree spirit killed him?" A look of disbelief appeared on Ged's face. "But he wasn't a fully armed soldier, nor was he holding a sword. He was just a civilian."

Lynn continued to shake her head.

"The tree spirit wouldn't care about any of this. Even if you were just fifteen years old, driven by fear and running into the forest in a panic; even if you were seventy years old, old and weak, and were driven out of your house and your food taken away, forcing you to come out to collect firewood; even if you were only six years old, attracted by the flowers blooming in the clearing in the forest..."

"Anyone who dares to step into Brokilon's territory will die."

Although the tree spirit's behavior was extreme, Lin En could understand it.

In fact, this continent is large enough for all races to put aside their disputes and develop together.

But some foolish humans insisted on clamoring to kill all the tree spirits and burn all the forests...

Yet, many people still follow blindly.

It's no wonder that the dryads regard all humans who set foot in Brokilon as enemies.

Mossak also sighed.

"In the past, the dryads of Brokilon would have given two, even three warnings, instead of just one as they do now."

Lynn snapped his fingers and used fire to carry away the bodies on the ground.

"You can wait for me in the village we just passed. I will return to meet you the day after tomorrow at the latest."

Gede said dissatisfiedly: "Why say that? We have been through so many hardships together. Do you think I am a coward?"

Mossak also said, "Strictly speaking, druids and dryads are in the same camp. If anything unexpected happens, I can help you smooth things over."

Next, the three of them continued to walk deeper into the forest, one step deep and one step shallow.

Even though a lot of its territory has been occupied by humans, Brokilon is still very large today.

Sunlight filtered through the branches of tall trees and was absorbed by young birch, alder, hornbeam, raspberry, juniper and fern, and beneath their branches lay dead branches and rotting trunks, the dying remains of the oldest trees.

There was usually an oppressive and ominous silence where those creatures lived, but not here.

On the contrary, Brokilon is full of life.

Insects buzzed and fluttered, lizards rustled underfoot, beetles shone with a rainbow luster, thousands of spiders crawled on their webs glistening with dewdrops, woodpeckers pecked hard at the tree trunks, and grouse chirped incessantly.

(End of this chapter)