Chapter 31 Brochron

A quarter of an hour later, the twelve-man troop was assembled.

In addition to these soldiers, there was also a young man in his twenties standing aside, who seemed to be a hired town citizen. Lan En took a closer look and found that this man was very similar to the mayor.

Lan turned his head and looked at the mayor with questioning eyes. The mayor explained: "This is my grandson, Levin."

Lan frowned. He hated people who played tricks regardless of the situation, especially in this critical situation: "What I want is someone with experience."

"Levin has hunted near the forest, chopped firewood with the villagers, and patrolled with the guards. He knows the forest best among the young people. Even if you count the old people who have lived here for decades, Levin has a deep understanding of the forest."

My understanding of the forest can also be ranked second."

"Who's number one?"

"I."

The old mayor's tone was calm and his content was confident.

Lan thought for a while and asked: "Where is his father?"

Soon you'll hear 'Get out of Brochlon', followed by 'Whoosh!' and 'Bang!'"

The old mayor bent down and saluted: "You are my lord, please do not address me with respect. I am Luca Blot."

He pointed to the arrow on the ground and then to the arrow in the eye socket of the corpse.

"The boy strayed into the forest, and the tree spirit shot the first arrow at him as a warning, trying to drive him out of the forest."

Levin knelt down and pulled out the arrow from the corpse and closed his eyes: "This is the tree spirit. Even if you are just fifteen years old, driven by fear, panic and run into the forest; even if you are seventy years old, old and weak, and are killed by others.

Kicked out of the house, taken away from the food, and forced to go out to collect firewood; even if you are only six years old, attracted by the flowers blooming in the forest glade.

Under the remains of trees, flesh and bones crawling with predatory ants can be seen from time to time.

A scout rode back on horseback to report their unexpected discovery to Lann. When Lann followed them, he saw soldiers from both sides confronting each other.

"I remember your name, Luca Blot." Lan turned to the team and shouted, "Let's go!"

"Let's not step into the forest first." Lann thought for a while before deciding, "We can't search aimlessly, as it would be too easy to have irreconcilable conflicts with the tree spirits.

"Your Majesty, Earl." Ace led the scouts and effortlessly found another identical arrow nearby, inserted in a pine tree six steps behind the body.

Lan was silent for a moment: "Did you know that I'm not wandering around the forest? I want to lead a team into the forest. I may even conflict with people from other countries. I may lose my life."

First, search the area to see if there are any traces of the convoy and find out which direction the princess entered the forest from."

Ace was very interested in the tree spirit's arrows. He looked at the pheasant feather arrow that was shot as a warning, and asked: "I heard that the tree spirit and the people of Brochiron are feuding. I didn't expect them to kill people before killing them."

A warning will be issued first.”

Blochlon, the vegetation here is wild and lush, and every ray of sunlight filtering through the branches of the tall trees is immediately absorbed by the young birches, alders, hornbeams, raspberries, junipers and ferns.

, under their branches and leaves, there are dead branches and decaying trunks, as well as the dying remains of the oldest trees.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was punched by Ace. The Arrow Servant secretly glanced in the direction of Lan with his eyes. He was another completely different fifteen-year-old.

Levin shook his head: "The tree spirits are not madmen, or rather, they are madmen who can communicate. As long as we do not enter their bottom line and exercise restraint near the forest, everyone can live in peace."

"Your Majesty, a corpse was found in front of us." A scout rode up to report.

Lan En looked at the young man in the queue. He stood tall and resolute.

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The team of twelve people couldn't spread out too far, but fortunately the area that needed to be searched was not too large. Sintra itself provided the route of this operation, so just follow the route and look around.

"'Get out of Brokilon', that's what the dryads usually yelled. But the boy was obviously frightened and didn't choose his way. Instead, he ran deeper into the forest, so he got a second arrow."

The old mayor nodded: "I know, that's why I asked Levin to come with you. This is his obligation, and he also volunteered. We Brochlon people may be different from other people you know. Old man

My legs and feet are weak and I cannot ride a horse. If I were twenty years younger, I would hand over the mayor's position to someone else and become the one to follow you."

The grandson of the mayor who volunteered showed an astonishing knowledge of the forest and the dryads.

"I was killed by that monster while patrolling with the soldiers a few days ago."

Lan stepped forward and took a look. He was a young man who looked to be only about fifteen years old.

But what Lann didn't expect was that while the clues about the princess were not found, something else appeared first.

Verdon's soldiers.

"yes!"

Levin observed the scene for a while and reported categorically: "It's a tree spirit."

He has the appearance of a normal fifteen-year-old boy, not Lann's strange physique that has been strengthened by the system. This boy looks to be at least a head shorter than Lann and has a thin body.

He was lying on his back with his legs spread wide apart. A stiff expression was frozen on his face, which looked like panic. An arrow passed through his eye, passed through the eye socket, and penetrated deep into his head. The arrow feathers were made of pheasant feathers.

, painted in bright yellow, which is particularly eye-catching among the grass.

Lan turned around and asked solemnly: "I haven't asked for your name yet?"

They were elite soldiers who could be seen at a glance. They wore conical helmets, mail armor and dark gray tunics. They kept a certain distance from Rann's soldiers, and neither side had yet drawn their weapons.

Swade came up to take a look, frowned and said, "But this is just a child."

"Levin." Lann called back. "Observe the scene and tell us who the enemy is. Your grandfather said that you are the person who knows the forest best in the town. Let me see your ability."

Compared with the other party, the equipment of Lann's small town guards looks much shabby. Although they maintain the same standard, they only have leather armor. But they are also rare elite soldiers among small town soldiers.

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Many times, the combat effectiveness of a unit can be seen by looking at its equipment. Troops that are well-equipped have greater combat effectiveness. Troops with weak combat effectiveness are not qualified to be equipped with good equipment. It is a simple reason.

Lann looked closely and saw that the mail armor of the soldier on the opposite side was embroidered with the black and gold checkered coat of arms representing the royal family of Verden. This was the Royal Forbidden Army, appearing in this borderland. Maybe it was because they had been here for a while.

Over time, their armors showed varying degrees of wear and tear.

Looking around, there is also a standard team on the opposite side, consisting of twelve people. On Lan's side, in addition to the twelve scouts, there are Lan himself, three attendants, and Levin.
Chapter completed!