Chapter 177: Brokilon

In late August, Geralt spent about ten days returning to the Middle-earth world.

He spent nearly two months in that world, handled everything that needed to be handled, and spent a good time with the Deathclaw Robin, who had grown to two meters tall, and the Direwolf White Fang, using taming techniques and personal feeding to consolidate the feelings between master and pets.

The current Deathclaw Robin, although still in the growth stage and not yet truly an adult, after nearly three years of growth, already had quite powerful combat effectiveness. Fighting tigers and leopards, and shaking wolf packs were all not a problem. In the forest behind Wayne Manor, there were almost no beasts that could rival it.

The forest had become the Deathclaw's playground and territory. Most of the time, Robin would hunt by itself, and only when it was greedy would it think of the delicious food cooked by its master.

However, because of the taming technique and Geralt's careful cultivation, this little guy still would not resist the master's orders at all, completely obeyed Geralt's orders, and could already act as a qualified combat partner in general battles, at least dealing with ordinary people was very easy.

It was much stronger than the Direwolf White Fang, which had been completely "Husky-fied" and became a watchdog.

Moreover, Geralt now possessed a Magic Tent. This magic item was, to a certain extent, a large warehouse that could be carried around. As long as it was used reasonably, it could even start cross-world trade. The Hobbit's Pipe-weed was a good project.

When in Wyzima, the Pipe-weed he brought back from the Middle-earth world was very popular with the dwarves in O'Henry's blacksmith shop.

When it was given as a gift to the wealthy merchant Leuvaarden, this Southern merchant also praised it highly, and even immediately asked him about the source of this tobacco, and probed whether they could cooperate. The profit margin was very large.

Therefore, after returning to Middle-earth this time, he took out a large sum of money again—well, he borrowed a loan from Vivian—and asked the old butler Ford to help him acquire a large amount of Pipe-weed, and at the same time, hire more Hobbits to expand the planting area of Pipe-weed.

In Geralt's plan, these Pipe-weeds from another world were not just sold as ordinary luxury goods, but would be promoted in another way together with Gwent cards. He had not forgotten the importance of Gwent card levels.

As the game of Gwent became more and more popular in the Northern Kingdoms, a special business plan to help him improve his Gwent card level had already begun to brew in his heart.

By the time Geralt returned to the witcher world from the Middle-earth world, the time had come to early September, and the time for the Cintra betrothal banquet was not far away.

After simply saying goodbye to his acquaintances in Wyzima, he drove the Magic Flying Carpet, followed the route of the Pontar River, traveled westward all the way, passed through Temeria, passed by the Kingdom of Sodden, and after flying for about a day and a half, he arrived above a huge primeval forest.

And according to the markings on the map, this was the legendary Brokilon Forest, also known as the Dryad Forest or the Death Forest.

It was a large primeval forest surrounded by countries such as Cintra, Brugge, Sodden, and Verden, where various creatures such as Dryads, pixies, and forest gods lived.

Due to the long-term struggle for precious tree resources, there was a deep hatred between the Dryads living here and humans.

For humans, this place was very dangerous. Anyone who entered the forest might be shot by Dryads hiding in the trees. These Dryads would not give any warning before shooting hidden arrows.

This also led to the hostility of surrounding countries toward the Dryads, but due to the Dryads' powerful strength, fearless resistance, and the checks and balances of other countries, currently, no country could gain any advantage in this struggle.

Recalling the information he had seen from books, Geralt drove the Magic Flying Carpet and flew slowly directly above the forest.

It was said that the capital of the Dryads was called Duén Canell, which meant "Oak Land" in the Ancient Tongue, located in the depths of this primeval forest. That was the home of the Dryads, and also where a powerful spellcaster, the Dryad Queen, the Silver-eyed Eithne, lived.

That was the most secret location of the Dryads, and few outsiders could enter this place. Even if outsiders entered, they would be blindfolded before entering Duén Canell.

And when mentioning Dryads, one had to mention the special reproduction method of this creature.

As a race of all females, Dryads could not breed offspring by themselves. They must mate with humans and elves to have a chance to give birth to children, and every child born to a Dryad would be a girl.

But because of the hostile relationship between Dryads and humans, human men were often brought into the forest as captives. Except for a few men who would be released, others would most likely become reproductive tools or be ruthlessly killed after having no utilization value.

Unfortunately, as a witcher who was known to be unable to reproduce, unless Geralt hid his identity and disguised himself as an elf, otherwise, even if he went to the Dryads' territory, he would most likely not be treated as a reproductive object and receive the treatment of a stud.

However, as a witcher in the same situation as non-human races, as long as he stated his identity, Geralt would not be treated with hostility by Dryads like humans. Although he might not be treated like a friend, at least he would not be attacked by hidden arrows.

Geralt stood on the Magic Flying Carpet, looking at the dense primeval forest below, and considered for dozens of seconds.

Now it was about a week away from the time he agreed with Geralt of Rivia. In his opinion, even if he arrived in Cintra now, he might not necessarily be able to find where Geralt of Rivia was. Perhaps, it was also a good choice to go see the Dryads at this time to see if he could get some commissions from them and cultivate some favorability.

Of course, Geralt would definitely not admit that he wanted to see those Dryad beauties who had well-proportioned figures, beautiful appearances, but were all naked.

After all, as a natural ally of the non-human race side, just like witchers, elves, and dwarves, establishing a friendly relationship and getting familiar with the Dryad forces was also a quite meaningful thing.

Just as Geralt was thinking this, whether it was because his luck attribute was at work, a faint female exclamation and cry for help suddenly came from the forest below.

"Help me! Sisters! Is anyone nearby?"

This cry for help was a bit far from him, and judging by the sound, it should be a young girl.

It was also fortunate that Geralt's witcher senses had reached the peak level among all witchers. Otherwise, if it were other witchers, at such a long distance, they would not hear anything at all.

Facing a woman's cry for help, whether it was out of a witcher's responsibility to protect the public or out of Geralt's own conscience, he would not stand by and watch.

After hesitating for only a second or two, Geralt immediately turned the direction of the Magic Flying Carpet and flew toward the primeval forest below, following the source of the cry for help.

The trees in the primeval forest blocked out the sky and the sun, and a large number of leaves and branches covered the scene on the ground.

The flying carpet was very fast. With the blessing of the riding skill, Geralt's control of the flying carpet was handy. It only took a short time to pass through the obstacles of layers of trees and arrive at the place where the cry for help came from.

What came into his view was a green-skinned beauty with a petite figure, wearing only a few vines and leaves tied around her waist. She was running fast in the woods at this time, with a panicked expression, calling for her companions while running.

And behind her, followed a huge feline beast with black fur all over its body and extremely swift speed.

Geralt didn't know if it was a cheetah, a lynx, or other feline animals, but in this primeval forest environment with complex terrain, its speed was faster than the girl in front, and the distance between the two sides gradually narrowed during the chase.

Facing the green-skinned beauty more than ten meters away, this beast roared while running, its sharp teeth and sharp claws were already eager to move, as if waiting to cut open the stomach of the prey in front at any time.

And just at this moment, the green-skinned beauty was busy and made a mistake, her feet accidentally touched a vine, her body lost control, and she fell to the ground.

Although she fell, the beast behind her did not hesitate at all, immediately exerted force all over its body, and pounced over with an even more swift speed.

And facing such a crisis, the green-skinned beauty had no way, and could only look at the beast pouncing over with a face full of horror, unable to help but let out a desperate exclamation.

Seeing this situation, Geralt did not hesitate anymore, drove the flying carpet to quickly skim over the head of this beast, and he himself had already predicted the distance and speed, and jumped down from the head of this beast.

He drew the Statikk Shiv in his hand, and with the power of chain lightning, instantly cut this black feline beast into two halves from the waist position from top to bottom.

The sword light flashed, blood splashed. Fortunately, the lightning effect brought by the Statikk Shiv instantly scorched the beast's wound black, and it didn't even have time to let out a mournful cry before it completely lost its life, not letting those blood splash on Geralt's body.

Otherwise, it would be too uncomfortable to carry a body full of blood during the journey.

And the green-skinned beauty with a naked upper body, seeing Geralt who fell from the sky and killed the beast with one sword, couldn't help but widen her eyes in surprise.

She never expected that in this forest where only Dryads lived, a handsome man would suddenly fall from the sky and save her from the mouth of the beast.

She stared blankly at the man until the man shook the blood off the blade with a handsome posture, sheathed the sword, and smiled and extended his palm to her, saying:

"Lady, I am the witcher Geralt, are you okay?"

(There is another chapter in the evening, hehe!) (End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 178 =====