The sun is scorching and brilliant.

On the vast field, more than twenty knights rode their horses wildly, chasing a petite figure ahead. Behind them, the horse's hooves almost rolled up a sandstorm.

However, God joked for them. As the distance got closer, a vast ocean of green suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

Ancient trees are towering, and boundless primeval forests.

They watched the figure rush in!

Fesnett grabbed the horse's reins hard and stood in front of the forest without any delay, his furious face changed.

"Damn it! Almost, just give me two more minutes!"

Clauze, who followed, cast a surprised look, "Why stop, His Royal Highness is right in front of you."

"In front... is the Brockleon Forest," Fesnet exhaled, looking at the rich green and said in a deep voice, "You must have heard of this place, and you must also know about it. Brockleon Forest is a forbidden area in the north, and humans will die, especially men!"

Clauze raised his eyebrows when he heard this, pressed the beating temple, and asked disdainfully, "Governor, I have to remind you, if you throw away the princess, do you think you can survive? Even if King Eville is magnanimous and does not pursue you, Queen Carranser will never give up easily!"

For a moment, Fesnet's heart was as cold as ice.

"Go to the forbidden area! Even if it is a dragon's pond, you have to break into the tiger's den!"

Fesnet finally figured out his situation. It was already his dereliction of duty to escape on the way to guard. If he could not find the princess again, it would be even more sinful and he would be lifeless if he died.

If you don’t go in, you will die, so it’s better to go in and fight!

As soon as he thought of this, he stopped hesitating and called about twenty large and round guards to rush into the forest.

The next moment, the rich atmosphere of soil and plants that came to his face made his brain tremble and gave him an illusion. His life seemed to be changed because of today's decision!

They didn't know that there was another figure who rushed into the forest in front of them.

...

Brockleon Forest.

The plants here are primitive and lush.

Most trees have hundreds of years of sight, and the sunshine that shines through the tops of the trees will be absorbed by young and short shrubs and ferns.

On the ground, there are some dead branches and fallen leaves.

Insects crawl rustling in every corner, crystal spider webs woven between branches, lizards, rabbits, roe deer and other small beasts poking their heads between the cracks in the forest.

The smell of wild animals, the smell of earth and the fragrance of plants and trees are everywhere.

But the witch hunter was unintentionally admiring the scenery in front of him. As soon as he entered the forest, he seemed to be transformed into a feline, bent and cushioning his toes, and even his breathing became faint.

On the outside of the thin leather armor and gray cloak, the light yellow Quinn shield like eggshell flows from time to time.

He knew clearly the blood hidden among this manifestation of forest prosperity.

After a moment, the witch hunter suddenly stopped and glanced at the thick humus made of pine needles and moss under his feet. He saw a human corpse covered with ants and strange insects.

Perhaps it was a poacher, a stealer, or a person who accidentally entered the forest, he squatted down and picked up an arrow between the bones.

This is an arrow with extremely simple manufacturing process, made purely of rooster tail feathers, willow branches and sharpened stones, without any metal material doping.

But this does not mean that arrows are less powerful, they can still easily penetrate human fragile flesh and blood and put people to death.

"The craftsmanship of the tree spirit." Roy thought.

Brockleon is their territory.

This group of creatures is not a monster like a deer-headed spirit, but a relative of an elves. It is a wise creature with green skin. It has a very similar appearance to humans and claims to be the protector of forests. It hates humans who poach and deforest, and would rather kill them by mistake than let them go.

There are only women in this race.

Their leader Aisna's attitude towards human men - killing 99% of them, the strongest one left...

Thankfully, in most cases, the dart spirit will not shoot women, especially young, unthreatening little human girls like Cili, for other purposes.

After putting away the arrows, he continued to move forward carefully, opening the witch hunter's senses, and capturing all the traces left by the girl along the way, such as the faint smell on her body.

But the complex terrain of the forest and the numerous obstacles were beyond his imagination. It was almost like a maze. Even two people who were close at hand might pass by them because of the obstacles of plants.

This greatly delayed the search process.

The witch hunter had to carve the Snake Sect mark on the nearby trunk every few steps so that he would not get lost.

Half an hour later, the witch hunter who began to hope that the unbreakable accident law finally made a discovery. He smelled the smell of Cili from a strip of rags hanging from a forked branch.

A shallow layer of humus next to the cloth strip also appeared, with small and messy footprints, and the witch hunter's nose moved, "There is no smell of blood, it seems that she is safe!"

You know, until now, Roy has discovered a group of hunting wolves and a sleeping grizzly bear. In order not to alarm the tree spirit, he resisted the urge to kill and just sneaked over.

But how did that little guy escape from the noses of these bloodthirsty beasts?

"Is it the halo of the 'lucky guy'?"

He temporarily put down his hanging heart and continued to search along his footprints.

But, I just walked a few steps away.

In the forest in the distance, a painful wail suddenly came, and then there was an intermittent moan.

It seemed as if a gust of cold wind was pouring in Roy's neck, and she couldn't help but get goose bumps all over her body.

"There is no roar of the beast, it seems that it is the tree spirit's hand moving!"

Who did this wail come from? Apart from those unlucky guards, he would not do anything he wanted.

Roy sighed, and just as he was about to walk there, the man's scream came to an abrupt end.

He turned around and continued to track it, and soon... came to the end of his footprints.

"this……"

Surrounded by the trees, a clear lake water came into view, and Xiri's small footprints disappeared on the soft muddy ground by the lake.

The witch hunter sighed and looked around the entire lake.

The lake is not big or small, and the pervasive forest plants rarely give this lake enough space, leaving a blank space above the lake that is not covered by branches, allowing the sun to shine and reflect the shimmering surface of the lake, which is very beautiful.

But he could no longer find traces of Xiri.

"That little girl is pretty good. She doesn't have a break after running for so long?"

Continue to chase after you without any brainstorm?

No, Roy stared at the lake and came up with a wonderful idea.

He drew out the crimson sword blade all over - Lake Girl Sword Arondet.

Dragging the long sword blade, he stepped into the lake step by step. The blade in his hand was completely swallowed by the lake water, and then the whole body of the witch hunter holding the sword was also covered by the lake water.

"Shuize" takes effect.

With Arondet as the center, a translucent bubble appeared magically, wrapping the entire body of the witch hunter, allowing him to breathe peacefully at the bottom of the water, and the resistance in the water was greatly alleviated.

This is a magical experience.

The colorful fish in the lake swam past him happily as air.

Gradually, the originally calm lake surface suddenly surged undercurrents, and the endless lake water surged out of the lake surface as if it was boiled, turning into a light and lingering mist.

The mist continued to drift outwards, and even the nearby forest became wet.

The witch hunter continued to walk towards the center of the lake. In a moment, he suddenly felt a flash in front of him. At some point, a woman with a graceful figure and a layer of fog swam quickly by her side.

"Vivian's token."

"Roy of Lake Vigima, why do you call me?"

A crisp greeting seemed to come from the horizon, or it sounded from the bottom of my heart?

"Block Leon's goddess in the lake?"

The witch hunter turned around and twisted his neck, but the goddess in the lake seemed very lively, constantly swimming around him and circled, never allowing him to see his true appearance.

"Yes, I am the master of the nearby waters - Heinna."

"Beautiful Goddess Heinna..." The witch hunter's nose moved, and the goddess behind her gently put her hands on his shoulders, then suddenly let go and wandered mischievously.

A strand of emerald green hair like seaweed brushed across his nose, a little itchy and a fresh and indescribable fragrance.

"Vivian once told me that using the sword of Arondet can call her friends for help."

"Roy of Lake Vigima..." Heinna said in a deep voice, "Brockleon did not welcome strangers to enter, but you are an exception. Tell me, what do you want?"

"I'm looking for a little girl." Without further ado, the witch hunter said bluntly, "She has rat-gray silver hair, about nine years old. Just passed by your territory, can you tell me where she is now?"

"Simple!"

After the crisp words fell, Roy saw a slender arm stretching out beside him, and waved it like a string plucking in the lake water, instantly dragging out a bizarre water curtain.

A little girl appeared in the water curtain. She covered her mouth with a pale face and lay motionless in a wet and dark tree hole, not daring to breathe.

A faint and strange cry came from outside the tree hole.

"Chiri."

The witch hunter screamed excitedly, and at the same time, a piece of algae as thick as a forearm appeared magically in his other empty palm.

"Take it, it will guide you and find the person you think of. And, say hello to Vivian on my behalf."

Before the goddess Heinna in the lake could finish her words, Roy felt a gentle support force surge out of the soles of her feet, and she couldn't help but ascend from the bottom of the lake and quickly floated to the water.

"Be careful of Brockleon's cruel and ruthless tree spirits! Their leader Ms. Aisna has strong mana, and even I can't do anything to her. Be sure to take care of her."

The goddess's voice echoed in her ears and gradually faded away.

The vine-like plants in the hands of the witch hunter turned in a certain direction like a compass.

"Stay on Cili, I'm here!"
Chapter completed!