The Death Knell

The reinforcements arrived in time, and Geralt immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Others might not know, but how could he not understand how strong Slyder was.

That's someone who can slay a dragon with just a cloak. Although the Wild Hunt is difficult to deal with, it's still worse than a dragon. He could see that the new weapon in Deathstroke's hand was very capable of restraining them and could chop the knight into ashes, so it wouldn't be a big problem.

The demon hunter half-knelt on the spot, panting like a bellows. His face was whiter than a dead man, but his eyes were like a golden wolf boy. The effects of overdose also appeared on his face. The face was densely covered with blue and black blood vessels, which looked as if porcelain was cracked.

It's actually not difficult to fight these things. The key is that it's too cold. Bai Shuang greedily absorbs every heat from his body. Fighting in this environment, he may not be able to exert even half of his combat effectiveness.

The body is stiff, the vision is limited, the feet are slippery, and the weapons feel cold to the touch.

"Although the potion is good, don't be greedy, Geralt of Rivia." Deathstroke seemed not to take the Wild Hunt seriously at all. In the ice and snow, he smiled against the cold wind and turned his head to the witcher. He said something incomprehensible: "Besides, I've been meaning to ask for a long time, why don't you wear helmets when fishing?"

"???"

Bai Lang hadn't seen Deathstroke for a long time, and he only had contact with the adjutant at most, so he didn't understand the idea of ​​reunion after a long absence.

Do people really wear helmets when fishing? Is it to prevent being knocked unconscious by fish?

However, the expression on the demon hunter's face was still relaxed, with a trace of a smile, because Deathstroke's words were still so nonsensical, and the familiar feeling gave him peace of mind.

The Wild Hunt Knights are typical examples of ruthless people who don't talk much, and these elves have always believed that they are superior to others. In their eyes, the human species is slaves and meat. Although the weird black and yellow human just killed his companion in an instant, That was just a sneak attack.

Now that there are dozens of wild hounds around him, he is on guard, which gives him a huge advantage.

So he took the initiative to attack without saying a word, using gestures to direct the retreating hounds to surround and bite the prey, and at the same time he also assumed a charging posture.

But at this time, the black and yellow man looked like he had eyes on the back of his head. He raised his finger and waved, and saw the shadows of countless hounds betraying them. Although the shadows here were very pale in the ice and snow, they As if coming to life, they formed sharp swords and attacked from under each dog.

This is the real shadow-following. The hounds cannot get rid of their own shadows, so naturally they cannot dodge the attack. In just a moment, these beasts screamed and were first disemboweled by the black material emerging from the shadows, and then The whole body was dyed black, falling into the shadow like tiny black gravels and disappearing.

At this time, the Wild Hunt Knight seemed to understand something, and looked down at himself. The black color also climbed up his body to his chest. The next second, he lost consciousness.

"It's done, but it's only temporary." Su Ming shrugged. He had a sword in his hand, but that didn't mean he knew how to use it. It was good to try out his new abilities with these miscellaneous fish: "Wild Hunting" Their essence is a projection from another world, and their bodies should still be in their own world, their base camp."

Seeing the Wild Hunt Knight being ground into a quantum of darkness, Su Ming withdrew his lightsaber and waved the cloak in the air to land, so as to avoid the embarrassment of the little white-haired girl who was holding two guns but never fired a single shot.

"You're right, Slade, long time no see, but your intelligence capabilities still surprise me."

Geralt, who was caught fishing, suffered some injuries, but he is now healing quickly with the help of potions. The wounds outside the armor closed quickly like a fish's mouth. He stood up and looked at the hoarfrost around him. The black smoke dissipated like melting on the snow, and he put away his silver sword and said:

"According to my understanding, the Ain El clan means 'elder' in their language, and they are also known as the Alder People. They invade other worlds through the conjunction of the celestial spheres, kidnap people and launch attacks. But the incoming Wild Hunt is not their true form, but a projection in the form of undead."

Geralt was not surprised to see Deathstroke's new fighting method. He had known for a long time that Deathstroke had been getting stronger, but this time it was just a little too strong.

As for why living elves would appear in undead form when projected into other worlds, he didn't know, nor could he figure out what the force was, because his information was all told to him by sorceresses, and he was only an insider, not a researcher of magic. By.

If we really want to talk about it, Deathstroke is also known as the Supreme Mage. He should know more about magic.

After taking off the mask, Deathstroke raised his hands, as if he could see through Geralt's mind. The corners of his mouth bent downwards, and on the spot he began to make the gesture of playing an accordion with his fingers:

"No one knows projection better than me."

Although it was a joke and a bad joke that people present could not understand, it was indeed the truth because he was the Supreme Mage and the dear spokesperson of Emperor Weishan.

Every time he contacts Brain Ax to ask for help, the other party will appear in the form of a tiger head or a big caterpillar, which is the projection of divine power. After all, Hogs's body should be an indescribable external god. It is not an evil god, and it will not take the body. Come to earth in the main dimension.

The same goes for Ao Shutu. During several conversations with Deathstroke, she sent out projection clones because her true body was a blue bird, so it was definitely not as majestic as the image she set.

The appearance of the projection and the main body are completely different. Isn't this normal? The more you see it, the less strange it becomes.

"You told me before that the Wild Hunt is interested in my bloodline." Ciri jumped off the flying carpet and immediately checked Geralt's injuries. After finding that there was no problem, she also helped him join. The topic: "As long as I am still in this world, they will always come after me."

Su Ming nodded, and then told some information he knew.

In fact, what makes these elves so crazy is that they are actually running for their lives. Although the wild hunting is always accompanied by hoarfrost, the hoarfrost is not under their control. Instead, it is what they are running from and what they fear. source.

Like the warm water that boils frogs, and like the noose gradually shrinking around their necks, they need Xili to help them escape the disaster of genocide.

Of course, they are not worthy of pity. Unlike the cute elves in online novels in their previous lives, they are more like the green chaos in the Warhammer universe. Apart from robbery, they are killing. They are so arrogant that they have never thought of any other way to solve the problem. means.

Maybe the hoarfrost has also affected their minds. This is normal. Living in the ice and snow all year round can make people either rough and bold, or cruel and cunning, all in order to survive.

The former is to work together with the people around you to improve efficiency, while the latter is to calculate the people around you to obtain resources. There is nothing wrong with either of them, it's just that the paths chosen are different.

At least Su Ming can understand them, but if he wants to take the path of iron-blood, he must have strength and not stand on the opposite side of Deathstroke.