"Ye Naifa, you open the portal and send me over." Geralt pulled out the silver sword on his back, looked at Yennefer and said. The latter's expression changed dramatically, and he refused, "No, Geralt, it's too dangerous. Geralt said, "I can't imagine what hell will happen without stopping him!" He said, "Believe me, Yennepha." ”

Yennefer was silent for a moment, and then said, "You can't die without my permission, you know?" Geralt smiled, "Well, I promise you, I won't die, and I'm going to take Ciri back." Yennefer nodded to Triss, and then got ready, she looked at Geralt. Get ready! ”

With a bang, the portal that Yennefer opened instantly enveloped Geralt, and then above the white ship, the disappearing portal suddenly opened. Immediately after, Geralt, who had the silver sword in his hand, jumped down from the sky, and the silver sword in his hand stabbed towards Esfate, who was brewing a spell. However, one of his swords stabbed the deck, and his figure made it into the white ship. As the spell was forced to abort, the fiery clouds in the sky dissipated.

"Turns out their barrier didn't protect the top!" Ye Naifa's eyes lit up, and then he glanced at the group of warlocks and mages behind him. Everyone knew what to do, and then the warlocks and mages opened the portal and prepared to send the soldiers led by Nilfgaard to the white ship. However, when a group of soldiers descended from the sky, the bodies that fell at great speed did not fall on the white boat, but as if they had touched the hard rocks, they slid away from both sides of the white boat, and then a panicked scream came, and many soldiers fell to the ground in terror.

"What's going on!" The warlocks and mages were also shocked, not knowing what was going on. It wasn't until I looked at the soldiers who slipped from both sides that I suddenly realized that they had been fooled.

Elven Captain Aharat sneered, "Fools, we don't know how many times we've encountered this kind of trick in the past. Do you think you're going to succeed? Then he looked at Geralt, who was surrounded by a hundred High Elf crew members and many more Half-Elf descendants, "As for you, your courage is commendable!" Immediately, they were killed, "It's a pity, all those who dare to offend our clan will be executed by us in the end!" He waved his hand, and the soldiers surrounding Geralt attacked him in unison. In the face of the siege of the enemy, Geralt was under a mountain of pressure, but he still did what he had learned to block and defend against these attacks one by one.

"Huh? The swordsmanship of the royal family! Looking at Geralt's swordsmanship, with a way that was familiar to him, Esfate stopped the elves besieging Geralt and asked him, "White-haired boy, where did you learn the swordsmanship of our royal family?" ”

"Imperial swordsmanship?" Geralt, who was on guard, froze slightly, and then he replied truthfully, "This is what a High Elf named Inningville taught me. ”

"Inenville?" Esfate's face changed, "The king's name." ”

"King?" Geralt was stunned, and then thought of something, "Could it be that the mentor who Viselmir sent me to receive training in the first place turned out to be the king of the High Elf clan?" Well, Ciri, she—" However, before these words could be spoken, Esfate's thoughts were not finished, but they felt a ferocious impact coming, and then their bodies shook with the swaying of the white boat under their feet. However, the High Elves and their descendants, the Half-Elves, have far more control over their bodies and five senses than humans, and they only make slight adjustments to stand firmly on the deck. Geralt, on the other hand, was overwhelmed, and with a sudden shaking, he fell to the deck in an instant.

Esfate, who came back to his senses, immediately appeared in the stern of the ship, looking in the direction where the shaking sensation was coming, only to see a black ship no less than their size slowly sailing out of the portal. At the front of the black ship, there was still a trace of gunpowder smoke left in the muzzle of the cannon raised high, and it was obvious that the attack just now was sent by the black ship. However, as the black ship quickly sailed out of the portal, at the same time, the turbulent cold snap was also carried by them, and after the cold snap, one black ship after another kept sailing out of the portal.

"Ain-El!" The flag fluttering above the middle mast of the black ship made Esfat recognize it in an instant. Floating on the side of the flag symbolizing Al Ain is a red flag symbolizing the status of the wild hunt, which represents the Red Knights led by Aritin. Needless to say, the identity of this black ship is none other than the ship of doom, Nigelfa, and the people standing on the deck and sides of the ship are undoubtedly wild hunts. Especially when the first one, wearing hideous skeletal armor and a burly body, stood beside him Avalac and Gail, as well as the officers and navigators of the wild hunt, then the identity of this person was about to come out, it was the Nightmare Lord, the king of the wild hunt, Aretin!

"Today, Ayn-El is coming to Snow Shame!" Aridine looked at the white ships that were close at hand, and his dark eyes seemed to witness the day when a fleet of twenty white ships destroyed half of Aynel. Now, in this human world, witnessing a lonely white ship, Arridine wants to pour out all the pent-up anger in his heart on this white ship. Together, the High Elves who control the white ship and their half-elf descendants are all sent to the world of death!

"Esfate, we seem to be in trouble." Elven Captain Aharat walked up to Esfate, looking at the black ships that sailed out of the portal one after another, and the cold current of ice and snow that engulfed him, the expression on Aharat's face was slightly solemn. After all, they know their own business. The white boat under his feet now is not as full of resources as it was at the beginning.

At this time, the herald reported to them, "My lord, the white-haired boy just now took the opportunity to jump ship and escaped. Esfate walked to the side of the ship and looked down, just in time to see Geralt's falling body and a portal to pick him up. He looked at Aharat and said, "It must be the shelling that caused a problem with our barrier, please take those junior wizards to repair it now, and when we finish taking care of these Aynal, it's time to go home." ”

"I understand!"

"Surrender, High Elves!" Eritin stood on the bow of the ship of Doom, Negelfa, looking at the tall figure in the black robe, he didn't know what kind of psychology he had. In short, his voice passed through the thick armor and made a declaration of persuasion to Esfate on the white boat.

"Surrender?" Esfate smiled disdainfully and looked at Aritin, who was at the bow of Nigelfar's ship, "You should be the most active king of the hunt in the last few hundred years!" "Since the formation of the Red Knights, Aretin has often traveled from world to world and captured people to Ayn-El. As a result, as time passed, legends and accounts about them began to circulate in many worlds. "From the birth of the High Elves to the present, there has never been an example of surrender!"

"You think you'll be able to win against me with these tattered fleets? Or is your so-called reliance nothing more than an impostor made by imitating our cannons? "Your ambition has never gone away, and the king is right when he said it." He said, "Since you have chosen to go to war with my people, then I will fulfill you." As Esfate's voice rang out, a special cannon was pushed out, its bodies crystal clear like brilliant transparent stained glass, and at the same time, the extremely powerful elemental light continued to linger on these cannon bodies. Immediately after, with Esfate's order, the elemental cannon that had been sealed for hundreds of years was powerful.

Cannons open fire, and beams of brilliant colored light envelop the elements of restless explosion, blasting a mournful dance of death in the fleet of Aynal!