Brokilon is full of vitality and all things are competing, right before your eyes.
But none of the three people relaxed their vigilance. Even if the tree spirits did not shoot arrows from the darkness before they asked them their purpose, this forest could hardly be called a paradise.
Like all forests on this continent, there are monsters lurking in the forest of Brokilon.
Gerd glanced around and asked, "Lynn, I don't understand, why do you have to come to Brokilon?"
Lynn replied, "Because I need Ms. Eithné from "Silver Eyes" to do me a favor."
"Help again?" Mousesack said meaningfully.
Eithné of "Silver Eyes" is the master of Brokilon, the queen of the tree spirits.
There are many legends about her, but most of them are negative:
She is often compared to a female version of the Witcher.
The common people who didn't know a word of Chinese characters all swore firmly that every full moon night, Eithné would order her tree spirits to leave Brokilon, sneak into the village, kidnap human girls and return to the forest.
Because tree spirits are all female and cannot reproduce, they can only increase the number of their kind by transforming human girls into tree spirits.
But not all of them will only use this method.
Sometimes they also kidnap human men and use the most traditional methods to continue the race.
When these common people are scolding the tree spirits and Eithné, some old bachelors who cannot marry a wife will always look forward to being kidnapped by the tree spirits, because they have heard that the tree spirits are green in color and have top-notch faces and figures. Even if the price is that they can never leave Brokilon again, then they have no regrets.
Suddenly, Lynn, who was walking at the front, suddenly stopped.
"Wait, did you hear that?"
Gerd Hearing this, he also stopped and listened carefully.
"It's a woman's voice, but I don't understand what it means."
Mousesack heard it.
"It's Elder Speech, the woman is calling for help."
"Let's go."
So the three of them headed in that direction without hesitation.
The three of them quickly walked through the forest.
They were not ordinary humans, and the obstacles in the forest had no effect on them. It only took them a while to reach the place where the cry for help came from.
Then, they saw...
A green-skinned dryad, clothed in leaves and bark, was hung by a humanoid monster on what looked like a sacrificial rack.
The shelf was higher than the shelf where the bottles were hung, but it was covered with barbs.
There were dryads hanging from several barbs, but they all fainted.
Under their bodies, the earth, fallen leaves, and dead branches all drank blood.
Only the tree spirit who had just been hung up was still awake and shouting loudly.
The humanoid monster heard the movement behind it and turned around, allowing Lynn and others to see its appearance clearly:
How to describe it.
This monster is like tearing a human body apart from the waist, and then roughly transplanting a centipede body into it.
What was served was a very generous meal.
"What kind of monster is that?"
"No matter what it is, we have to kill it and save the tree spirit."
The moment he finished speaking, Lynn had already rushed out.
Silver sword light flowed from the scabbard on his back.
But not before he could get close to the monster.
The centipede body between the monster's two bodies suddenly stretched out, and the monster's upper body seemed to be ejected from a spring, quickly attacking Lynn from above.
Lynn also understood at this moment why so many tree spirits were caught by this monster.
The elves in this world are still the most orthodox European and American fantasy elves, capable of both melee and long-range combat.
But the tree spirits are like the elves in Japanese fantasy. They are all delicate and beautiful women. They can only draw bows and shoot arrows. They are agile but weak in strength and have no ability in melee combat.
And this monster is not like the regular human soldiers they have dealt with before. This monster is much more flexible than human soldiers, and it is difficult for arrows to hit it. Once it gets close, it is almost equivalent to announcing the fate of the tree spirit.
Therefore, these tree spirits suffered defeats one after another.
However, the monster that was too fast for the tree spirit was still too slow in the eyes of Lynn.
He easily stopped his forward momentum and rolled to the side to dodge. Lynn easily dodged the monster's attack.
And when the monster has just completed the action of grabbing the ground with its head, the old force has just left and the new force has not yet been regenerated, and it is too late to pull the body back...
"Aard."
The invisible shock wave knocked the monster's upper body to the other side, hit a thick tree, and then bounced back.
At this time, the demon hunter had already arrived in front of the monster, holding the sword in both hands, and swung it fiercely.
The monster's head left its body and flew away.
This is not over yet.
Lynn I know that some monsters can still live without their heads.
Therefore, he took out a Superior Dancing Star from the magic pattern leather bag, stuffed it into the neck where the head was missing, and quickly backed away.
The next moment.
Flames spurted out from the monster's body, and the monster rolled silently on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames on its body.
But obviously, this is in vain.
Soon, the monster stopped struggling.
The three of them helped the tree spirits escape from the hook.
Mousesack gave them a quick checkup.
Fortunately, although most of the dryads fell into coma due to excessive bleeding, they still had vital signs and could be saved.
At this time, Druid potion comes in handy.
Lynn first took out water from the magic pattern leather bag and cleaned their wounds.
Then, Mousesack took out the druid potion and poured it on the wounds of the dryads. Finally, Lynn took out the bandages and bandaged them.
In this way, the bleeding stopped.
The dryad who had called for help before and was the only one who could still stay awake said with a pale face and no blood, "Humans, why are you in the forest?"
"First of all, we are not human beings. Secondly, do you have a way to report the news to your companions? You and the other dryads are seriously injured. The witcher's potions are highly poisonous, so I can't use them casually on you."
Lynn knows that tree spirits have healing abilities and can use their own power to rejuvenate plants and wounds.
Although they had been given Druid potion, this was a penetrating injury after all, so it was safer to let their companions handle the treatment.
Fortunately Lynn the tree spirit they met was not a pedantic person. After seeing what they did, although they still had doubts, they still obeyed his instructions.
Unlike some Scoia'tael that Lynn has heard of before, they would rather bleed to death than accept help from humans.
If that's the case, it would be really troublesome.