The dryad race is also known as "Daughters of the Forest," a rather peculiar species.
Simply put, they are not native to this world but, like werewolves, are a special race mutated through magic or curses.
Within the dryad kingdom of Brokilon Forest exists an incredibly magical forest and an extrely powerful dryad queen who has lived for over a thousand years.
It is the special spring water and magical rituals there that can transform human girls into young dryads.
The difference is:
After becoming werewolves, most werewolves lose their rationality. Although their physique is enhanced and they gain various special abilities, their intelligence is severely affected, becoming bloodthirsty and savage, despised by the world.
After becoming dryads, they not only possess longer lifespans than humans, innate ability to use so nature-based magic, but are also highly adapted to life in forests and wilderness.
After becoming werewolves, most werewolves lose their rationality. Although their physique is enhanced and they gain various special abilities, their intelligence is severely affected, becoming bloodthirsty and violent, despised by the world.
Only females exist in this race - only female children are born, magical rituals can only transform little girls, and they must rely on mating with human or elf males to reproduce.
Thus, around the forests where dryads live, there has always been a legend circulating.
Dryad enchantresses would steal little girls from human villages, knock out males who stray into the forest, and secretly bear their offspring.
Although this isn't entirely true and contains much slander.
This is also why Kiriman, despite eting the dryad maiden for the first ti, made such a bold request.
After all, this is the dryad tradition.
Indeed, hearing the witcher's proposal, the dryad maiden Ibol didn't feel anger or shyness like a human girl would. This text is hosted at noᴠelfire
Instead, like a female animal examining a male in the animal kingdom, she tilted her head and carefully studied the strong man before her.
After a few seconds, she shook her head sowhat regretfully and said:
"You are indeed a very strong man, witcher, stronger than any human I've ever seen."
"If we were in Brokilon Forest, you might attract the favor of many dryad sisters."
"However, when I left Brokilon Forest, my sisters hadn't yet taught how to have children."
"If you're willing, I could introduce you to my sisters - they should be willing to have children with you."
Doesn't know how to have children? And wants to introduce to her sisters?
Hearing this explosive statent, Kiriman confird again that the dryad maiden before him was indeed a fresh, tender newcor, probably without experience in that area, worthy of proper training.
Although he'd be happy to be introduced to the dryad maiden's sisters, other dryads have probably heard that witchers cannot reproduce and wouldn't be so easily fooled.
So Kiriman chuckled lightly, adopting a very generous and magnanimous manner, placing his hand on Ibol's smooth, delicate shoulder, saying:
"It's alright, Ibol."
"I won't look down on you for not knowing how to have children."
"In matters of having children, I'm an expert with plenty of practical experience."
"You've probably heard that having children isn't sothing that succeeds in one attempt - it requires multiple practice sessions."
"I'll practice with you properly."
The dryad maiden was sowhat confused by the witcher's attitude, staring at him with round, deer-like innocent eyes.
However, she recalled seeing in the dryad kingdom how other dryad sisters, because they disliked humans, would often knock out human males before bringing them back to the forest.
Doing that kind of thing with unconscious n indeed wasn't easy to get pregnant - so n would be imprisoned for years, knocked out many tis before being released.
The dryad queen sent their group of young dryads out of the kingdom because she sensed the current turbulent tis and that the world was undergoing great changes.
She hoped these young dryads would experience the outside world, encounter different things, travel abroad for so ti, and be able to grow.
Even surviving independently in outside forests, branching out, and establishing new dryad tribes was an option.
Thinking of this, although instinctively feeling sothing was amiss, looking at the strong and handso witcher before her, Ibol still nodded and said:
"In that case, thank you."
"Kiriman, thank you for being willing to teach ."
At this point, Ibol suddenly rembered sothing.
Doing that kind of thing with unconscious n indeed wasn't easy to get pregnant - so n would be imprisoned for years, knocked out many tis before being released.
"But before leaving the dryad forest, my sisters told not to easily trust the words of human n outside and that I must give them certain tests."
"Last year, I was attacked by those wyverns from Wyvern Island to the northeast and suffered significant injuries. Fortunately, the druid elder took in, saving my life."
"To prove your bravery, you need to bring back a wyvern egg."
"If you can do this, I'll believe you."
Hearing the trial task the dryad maiden sowhat hesitantly proposed,
Kiriman didn't find it excessive at all - instead, he felt he had scored another great bargain.
Last ti, that wyvern couple and three wyvern eggs from Ammonite Village not only provided him with thousands of Orens in reward but also a full four hundred soul points.
This ti, he actually got information about Wyvern Island - wasn't that equivalent to a great treasure waiting for him to excavate?
The witcher could already see countless soul points, nurous dragon eggs, and wyvern materials waving to him.
Next,
Kiriman stayed at this Druids' Circle for a while longer. Besides admiring the rare special scenery, he took out fine wine and delicious food from his storage space, chatting, eating, and building rapport with the dryad maiden Ibol.
When the ti was about right,
He took his weapons and set off for the lumber camp ntioned by the old druid Samoyeg, preparing to have a good talk with the lumberjacks there.
He hoped they were a reasonable group of good people who would accept his friendly suggestions.
Otherwise, in this wilderness, no one could guarantee what might happen.
………………
After walking for about ten minutes,
Soon, a sowhat sparse campsite and campfire appeared before Kiriman.
On a large clearing where only tree stumps remained from logging, over a dozen lumberjacks were enthusiastically cutting down surrounding trees with logging tools like axes, crosscut saws, and handsaws.
When they saw the fully ard witcher entering their camp, several imdiately dropped their tools, picked up weapons, and surrounded him.
Leading them was a dwarf warrior wearing a horned helt and heavy armor.
Though not tall, he was bulky, and together with his quite intimidating heavy armor, he looked like an iron block, quite imposing.
Looking at the approaching witcher, the dwarf heavy warrior planted his battle axe before him and shouted loudly:
"Hey! Stop right there, who are you?"
"Why are you here?"
"Speak quickly! We don't welco strangers here."
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