Re-entry Into the Sacred Forest! Druidic Assembly!

There is no doubt that the Witcher world has gods. Aside from the Eternal Flame, which will gradually rise in the future, there are also Meritellie, Cliff, the Lion-Headed Spider... good gods and Evil God, countless deities exist on the Northern Continent.

Meritellie, Ailin even saw her divine kingdom with her own eyes.

But he couldn't be sure if demigods existed.

In the past, this word was only used to describe the strength of a powerful person.

For example, Henri Gedimidis, though not reaching the transcendent level of a god, was far stronger than other powerful beings.

In reality, the gods are not human. Neither Meritellie nor Cliff were ever truly human beings who existed on the Northern Continent and ascended to godhood.

The recently emerged Vessel of Great Deeds seems to have a bit of a faith-based godhood feel to it, and the example of the prophet Rebidia is also quite questionable.

However, the Northern Continent has never had a definite progression from mortal to demigod to god; such a progression does not exist.

Gods are never humans who are elevated to godhood; they are gods from birth.

But that Reindeer...

Ailin closed his eyes and recalled the golden antlers that resembled a crown, which shimmered with divine radiance.

"It is definitely not a god," he said softly. "In that woodland, the emotions fluctuating in the void are very clear. Although the emotions conveyed by the Reindeer are indifferent, they do not have that sense of transcendence."

This is not to say that gods should not have emotions.

Meritellie also experiences emotional shifts, displaying the naivety of a young girl, the tenderness of a pregnant woman, and the sternness of an old woman.

But that transcendent feeling makes one clearly aware of the boundary between oneself and ordinary people.

Meritellie's emotions are merely outward manifestations of the three aspects; they are essentially due to divinity and divine office, rather than Meritellie herself having emotions.

Unlike Reindeer, the emotions Reindeer express are very human-like, or rather, they are just normal human thoughts.

The differences are very obvious.

Therefore, the concept of a demigod, essentially a human who has embarked on the path to transcendence and become a god, is the only appropriate description he can think of.

"Who is he? Is there really a path to godhood in the world of Witcher?"

Thinking of this, Ailin's thoughts became somewhat dazed.

Rebidia, Druid, Unnamed Lake...

Having shared the essence of nature through the @#￥%&'s Element of the Leshen, has he already embarked on this path?

How should we proceed down this path?

If he becomes a god, the warlock, the Wild Hunt, and the White Frost... well... the White Frost is no good, and Meritellie is powerless against White Frost, but at least the warlock and the Wild Hunt shouldn't be such a big problem anymore.

"Phew~"

Ailin let out a long breath.

Becoming a god is still too far off; he doesn't even know what Vessel of Great Deeds is yet...

Etc!

Ailin suddenly frowned, thinking of the first element he had used.

Why does nothing remain in my mind after using @#￥%&'s Element @#￥%&?

"When using the @#￥%&'s Element the Leshen, although I was in a daze, like I was dreaming, at least all the content was firmly imprinted in my mind."

"This shows that forgetting is not a normal phenomenon."

"So what did I see back then? Was it also some kind of primordial place?"

Ailin tried to recall, but his mind remained blank, filled only with images of the scene before using the @#￥%& @#￥%&'s Element, and the wariness and suspicion of Vesemir and Nannick after he woke up, as if he had only been unconscious in between.

"No..." he sighed and shook his head, "I can't remember at all."

The green vines wrapped around his arm sensed his emotions and gently rubbed the back of his hand, as if comforting him.

Ailin observed carefully for a long time.

After using the @#￥%&'s Element Leshen, the effect is much more intuitive and obvious than that of @#￥%&'s Element.

He still doesn't know how the analysis of "Beast Roar: Berserk" was completed.

The whole process seemed to be a black box.

"Could it be that the @#￥%&'s Element @#￥%&, compared to those of the Leshen, are more obscure and require a higher level of complete control because the Deer-Headed Demon is a true Evil God?" Ailin wondered, but obviously he couldn't get an answer.

Just as he was about to put the problem aside in his "memo" as usual, waiting for more information to emerge before revisiting it, he suddenly thought of...

Although Ianna probably didn't know either, and it wasn't appropriate for Tissaia de Veres to ask, he wasn't completely without any information channels at the moment.

"That ' Reindeer,' since it's suspected to be a demigod, must know what the elements are!"

"The meaning of the Vessel of Great Deeds can be found out from Him."

"More importantly, although He once stood between me and the Source, He ultimately made way for me. Regardless of whether He had good intentions or not, at least He had no malicious intent..."

"Feasible!"

"Absolutely feasible!"

Ailin immediately became excited.

And it's not just about the two most important issues: elements and the Vessel of Great Deeds...

Where is that woodland?

What do the plants in the woodland symbolize?

Are those animals Druid?

Is the lake water the source?

Why is his appearance in the woods actually that of the golden snow monster King Kano when he awakened the Path of the Beast Roar?

What does this mean? What benefits will it bring? Will he be able to transform into a behemoth like King Kano, like the legendary Druid?

He still remembered the intense oppressive feeling emanating from King Kano and the One-Eyed Clan, which was far stronger than that of Hen Gedimidis and Tissaia de Veres.

Moreover, it is the purest and most primal sense of power.

Once you can transform into King Kano, your combat power can no longer be described as skyrocketing.

at this time.

He had countless questions to ask, and it seemed that the answers to all these questions could be found in that mysterious woodland.

Without hesitation, amidst the fragrant aroma, Ailin immediately closed her eyes.

for a long time.

Ailin opened his eyes in a daze.

"How do we get into that woodland?"

——

Myna Forest.

"This forest hasn't been this lively in a long time." Erwin, leaning on his jujube wood staff and stepping on the decaying leaves, surveyed the Druid coming from all directions and remarked with a sigh.

"A long time?" Ezekiel the fawn that wasn't shy and came closer. "Has Maina gathered like this before? I don't remember."

"To be honest, this is the first time I've ever heard the assembly bell ring..."

He glanced around, his gaze lingering for a moment on the figures of deer, cows, squirrels, and bears who were traveling with them but were distinctly different from ordinary animals.

"I have never seen so many believers in the Way of Nature in Maina, especially the Great Druid who have mastered the form of nature."

"I always thought that Maina only had about twenty of us, plus some apprentices..."

"How long have you been here?" Edus, with his long beard, nodded and bowed to a brown bear that brushed past him. "Seven years?"

"It's been exactly five years," Ezekiel patted the fawn's head, letting it go play by itself. "It feels like just yesterday that I was training in Maina for so long."

"No wonder..." Edus looked up at the towering oak trees in the distance and pondered, "Before you came, about seven or eight years ago, although Maina was not exactly lively, the assembly bell would often ring."

"Yes..." Erwin sighed, "Back then, the Grand Master would often summon us to teach the principles of nature, gathering about once every one or two weeks..."

"It was exactly the same then as it is now."

He looked around. "These Druid are the oldest of the Maina, wise men who are devoted to the truths of nature."

"The brown bear is Master Isaac McKinney, who has almost reached the pinnacle of the path of wild power. The smaller one is his former apprentice, Knis..."

"Raven is Master Zebi Ortega..."

"Master Siegfried Kruger is..."

Erwin introduced Ezekiel one by one.

"You know them all?" Ezekiel in surprise.

Erwin nodded. "If it weren't for the Grand Master's summons in the past, I wouldn't have met him."

"The masters were all kind and wise elders. When we encountered problems during Grand Master cultivation, we would ask them for advice and receive their careful answers."

"Certainly..."

"The Grand Master is still the most accomplished in the Way of Nature, and his explanations are profound yet easy to understand. It is said that many Great Druid are Grand Master apprentices."

"I see..." Ezekiel a hint of envy. The owner of the Druid Circle of Myna was the one who had traveled the farthest along the Path of Nature in the Northern Continent.

No one questions it, and there's no way to question it.

After all, unlike sorcerers, who possess not only magical abilities but also academic talents, political status, wealth, and many other dimensions.

Druid have a simple pursuit: getting close to nature is their only and ultimate desire.

And this longing is clearly and precisely manifested in the sacred grove, in the distance to the sacred lake.

Without a doubt, the owner of the Druid Circle of Myna is the most recent and only one.

certainly...

Now it seems there's one more.

At first.

He left the Skellige Islands and chose to settle here, which can be considered as coming here because of its reputation.

He certainly hadn't expected to receive personal instruction from that person, but he was surprised that Erwin, Edus, and the others who had arrived earlier were eating so well.

The Grand Master seems to not only teach personally, but also quite frequently.

Envy!

How enviable!

"Ezekiel!" A bald Druid walked over from not far away. Like all Druid, he was disheveled, but he looked noticeably younger.

Leaning on a cane, he carefully stepped aside, avoiding what appeared to be a squirrel but was clearly a highly skilled Great Druid.

"Ezekiel, what happened to Maina? Why were we suddenly summoned? And so many... so many seniors have come..."

Ezekiel was taken aback, then asked, "You didn't know? Weren't you meditating just now?"

"Know what?" The bald Druid scratched his head. "I'm patrolling the woodlands this week, where would I find the time to meditate? What? Did I miss something important?"

Druid in the Circle of Druids don't just spend all their time practicing.

The Druid Circle of Myna is, to some extent, an organization, and the most famous Circle of Druids on the entire continent, so naturally there are many administrative tasks that the Druid need to do.

Patrolling the forest is one such activity. Druid patrol the Myna Forest to deter poachers, control forest pests, treat accidentally injured animals, and eliminate potential disruptors of the natural ecological cycle, such as carnivorous creatures.

So it will indeed be very busy.

However, this kind of routine work is actually the highest level among routine work.

Although the seven-day period is very busy every day, protecting nature and maintaining the balance between ecosystems is also a form of spiritual practice. If you do it well, you will be favored by Mother Nature.

Moreover, even without any benefits, this kind of mundane work, which aligns with the way of nature, is something many Druid cherish.

Even in other Circle of Druids, many Druid choose to patrol the woodlands and balance nature instead of meditating to connect with it.

This is the difference in the concepts of the various Circle of Druids.

It is worth mentioning that the most annoying thing among the common affairs was the requests from some nobles around him.

It's complicated, difficult to make rapid progress in cultivation, and if you encounter some fools, there's a high probability that you'll make a wasted trip and gain nothing.

Um.

The latter is often the norm.

"Well, you're a bit unlucky, Heinrich," Edus teased.

"What's wrong?" The bald Druid Heinrich sensed something was amiss. "What does this have to do with whether or not there's time for meditation? Could the Sacred Forest possibly be the source of all this trouble...? Wait... it really is the Sacred Forest!"

Looking at the expressions of Edus, Erwin, and Ezekiel, Heinrich momentarily forgot about his surroundings.

The exclamation instantly shattered the tranquility of the Myna Forest.

The brown bears, squirrels, magpies, and ravens all turned their heads, casting long-looking and bewildered glances.

"Keep your voice down!"

Edus glared at Heinrich and apologized profusely to the animals around him, big and small.

Ezekiel Heinrich, who was cowering, aside and recounted in detail how the golden-haired behemoth appeared in the Sacred Forest, traversing the entire Sacred Forest, passing over them and the Druid, and finally appearing before the Grand Master to touch the Source Lake.

During this time, Heinrich opened his mouth wide in surprise several times, but the three Druid, who were prepared, covered his mouth tightly to prevent him from making any noise.

"How could Druid possibly appear in the Sacred Forest and immediately reach the Source Lake of Mother Nature?"

After hearing the story, Heinrich suppressed his surprise and exclaimed.

"Who knows?" Edus shrugged. "But it is true that all the Druid who were meditating and focused their thoughts on the Sacred Forest witnessed this scene."

"So, the Grand Master, who hasn't shown his face for nearly ten years, rang the summons bell for this very reason?"

"It's all for..." Ezekiel glanced at Heinrich, "Isn't this big enough? That's the Source Lake. I've been traveling for over thirty years and have only just emerged from the 'Grassland.' I don't even know if I'll ever get to see the shimmering surface of that sacred lake in my lifetime..."

Heinrich waved his hands repeatedly. "You know that's not what I meant, I just... I just can't believe someone can arrive in such a short time..."

Realizing he hadn't gone Ezekiel, he felt dejected.

"Who wouldn't want to see it? I dream about it."

There was a moment of silence among the four Druid.

"Not necessarily," Erwin, maintaining a rare composure among Druid, patting Heinrich on the shoulder reassuringly. "We've only received the summons bell; we're not sure if it's from the Grand Master, or if it's about that golden-haired behemoth, or perhaps..."

Before he could finish speaking...

"Bang!"

Emerald light shot into the sky from the heart of the Myna Forest.