The sky was still clear, but in the blink of an eye, it had become a snowstorm. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The sudden change made the two people who were resting take up their weapons and prepare again for the next battle, without any communication, and the two people who had fought to the death just now directed their hatred to the enemy hidden in the shadows.

"I don't think we're going to be able to keep fighting. Ned pulled out a blue potion from the hanging pouch around his waist, and was about to unscrew it when the fierce cold air discouraged him from drinking it all.

The menacing enemy didn't seem to give the two men much preparation.

"What's that?" the well-informed Ciri didn't know what was going on.

Ten years as a mercenary had made her accustomed to the strange sights of another world, whether it was a dragon that destroyed an army with a mouth of flames, a warlock comparable to a siege machine, or a demon spirit that was left behind in the world because of resentment and ordinary swords could not hurt the slightest, she was accustomed to it, but the current change of weather made her feel the fear of the unknown.

It seemed to be coming at her, and Ciri didn't know what this feeling was about, but the increasingly fierce cold wind, the small snowflakes turned into goose feather snow, and the bare tree trunks and decaying plants were now covered with a thin layer of ice slag, and the situation worsened and made her feel a tremor from the depths of her soul.

"I don't know, I think of a lot of related legends, but none of these legends are good. "The potion bottle in my hand was reluctantly put back into the bag after several struggles by the Demon Hunter.

Both of them held the long swords in their hands, their keen eyes swept over everything around them, and any place where they could hide objects was taken care of by the two of them.

The fire in the monastery behind him was now extinguished, leaving only smoke billowing upwards, the wind swept across the land, and the snowflakes drifted in the air like a torrential rain, and the ice continued to push forward, as if to turn everything in front of him into a snowy field.

The sound of rustling came to the ears of the two of them, and the sound of animals running in the forest came like a snowwolf. The dense sound indicates the number of owners of the sound.

"Wolves?" Ned said, confused.

"It's not. Ciri immediately dismissed the other party's claims, as these species were now in the field of vision of the two of them.

They were wolfdog-like creatures, each with sharp claws on its limbs, ice-blue skin exposing its strong muscles, protruding tendons indicating its strength, and a large number of raised ice spikes on its back— It was a keratinized bulge, hard and sharp, but at the belly and throat was a reddish flesh, very thin and defenseless compared to the back, and the long pointed head was covered in rock-hard skin, and no eyes were visible from a distance.

"A new breed of dog?" asked Ciri.

"No, I've seen them in a book. Ned swallowed, "They're wild hounds. ”

"Wild Dog ......" is an unfamiliar term, but it doesn't stand in the way of Ciri's understanding.

The Wild Hunt is a long-standing folk tale that refers to the march of a spectre cavalry who specialize in scaring humans and whose presence is also a harbinger of death and bad luck.

During her time in the army, she heard many stories about wild hunting, where they would kidnap humans and force them to join their army, and those who were kidnapped would reappear years later, but by then the people who had come back had become insane and did not grow old.

Legends are a thing, reality is a thing, Ciri doesn't want to use her time to study the truth of these legends, she doesn't want to be kidnapped by a wild hunt at all.

The hounds did not want the two to succumb to them, and when they emerged from the forest in groups, the beast's bestiality forced them to attack first.

Ciri had been lucky enough to see the wolves galloping before, and now the Wild Hounds were even more spectacular, and if it weren't for their size and speed, Ciri would have thought he was facing a pack of hedgehogs.

"For a moment I make a noise to spread them apart, and then we separate and kill them. Once again, Ned put his hand down on the bag around his waist, but this time it was a different bag.

"Their weakness is ......"

"Abdomen! I have eyes. ”

The Wild Dog has arrived and is about to reach the two of them, and the dense number can tear the two of them to pieces in an instant!

"Up!" Ned shouted, and immediately threw a grenade from his waist at the dense pack of wolves, and Ciri glanced a little, immediately recognizing that it was the one that the Demon Hunter had thrown at him!

Rumble!

Small in size, but powerful enough to stand the test of practice, blasting waves, diffuse shock waves, and scattered fragments put an end to the momentum of the charge.

A frightened wild hound looked at the place of the explosion in bewilderment, where the hordes of their companions fell to the ground and wailed, the wild head did not know what had just happened, but a powerful force lifted it up on all fours.

The crystalline cold backstab was held in his hand, and in close contact with Ciri, he had already smelled the bloody smell in the other party's mouth, and the sharp teeth were dense, like a sharp saw, Ciri didn't like this ugly animal, and raised the other party just to better deal with it.

The wild hound wanted to howl and threaten the woman in front of him, but the sharp metal object that penetrated deep inside his body turned the threatening howl into a painful scream.

Compared to the stiff hedgehog shell on his back, the abdomen was simply soft cotton, and with just a slight stroke, all the internal organs of the other party were pulled out, and the cloudy blood stained a large irregular flower of blood on the snow-white carpet that had just been laid.

Wolves are a group that can work together, and the same is true for these creatures called "dogs", when the first wild hound was picked up by Ciri and disemboweled, the two wild hounds leaped up and attacked Ciri with their claws and fangs in the air as weapons.

The long sword in her hand immediately flipped and held it in her hand, and it turned quickly, and as it leaped up, it consciously sent its soft belly to the top of her blade, and when the wild hound landed, the blood pulled long marks on the ground.

Blood-red ink spilled onto the white paper, but that's it.

The other wild hound was not so lucky, and the blood-soaked sword slashed its fangs, opening its gaping jaw, causing it to twitch in the air with intense pain.

But its pain was not over, the spike in its back was immediately stopped by the long sword that Ciri held in his hand and was about to leave the other party's mouth, and turned back the way it came, and plunged hard into its throat.

A strong heart is fragile under a sword of steel.

The blood-stained sword was drawn, and the flesh and blood on the blade were now blurred, and the dead wild hound was thrown to the ground by Ciri at will, allowing it to roll and struggle, and howl in pain, but it could not arouse the concern of the initiator and his kind.

The hounds are not without intelligence, and Ciri discovers that they are actually as cunning as wolves, perhaps because the tragic deaths of three of their companions have warned them, and now the hounds are just surrounding Ciri in the middle, looking for a more suitable opportunity to attack.

On the other side, Ned was slaughtering the dogs surrounded by the hounds, and instead of using his spinning sword technique to deal with the hounds, he used his long sword to slash the approaching beasts to the ground, and at the same time used the Ignidifa seal to set fire to the surrounding hounds.

The wildhounds, tainted by the flames, rolled to the ground in agony, trying to extinguish the flames that had caused it infinite pain on the snow. They were naïve, for the flames of the Demon Hunters had turned the snow into a fire, and the flames created by Igni had turned the snowflakes into burning weeds, which could not be burned.

The Demon Hunter's Seal, Ciri also wants to have, and now, as a half-Demon Hunter, she doesn't have the time and opportunity to learn this convenient ability.

"I'm going to have to find someone to teach you when it's over. "Having seen how the Wild Dogs wail under the Seal, Ciri also had the idea of learning the Seal.

But for now, she could only put that thought aside, because the wild hounds that were now surrounding her had launched an attack.

Now it's not one, two, or three, it's all of them!

Unorganized, when attacking, the interval is constantly shrinking and even knocking them together, sharp teeth, cold claws that flicker in the cold light seal all directions, no matter which side of the dodge will be reduced to pieces in the many attacks.

With the goal in sight, the Wild Hounds finally sent their fangs and claws into the flesh of their companions in the posture of victors, and the force of them allowed them to put their former companions to death.

The wolves wailed, and until they died, they didn't know why their target had disappeared before their sight.

Her heart couldn't be calmed for a long time, life and death just now were in the blink of an eye, and if it weren't for her ability to teleport, Ciri believed that she would have died under their attack.

The blazing flames passed by, and the hot air blowing from the back swept away the sudden cold.

The hounds huddled together became piles of char in the flames.

"You were thrilling just now. Ned wiped his sword against the hound's corpse, trying to drain all the blood on it.

Ciri didn't speak, and now that the threat was cleared, it was time for the two of them to make clear what was going on here.

Da Da Da ......

Ciri was about to speak, when the sound of horses' hooves reached the ears of the two of them.

Legendary Ghost Rider ...... Form an army!

The black full-body armor, the armor was made to look like a dried corpse, the ribs were clearly outlined, and the skull mask concealed the faces of these ghost knights, and the horses under the crotch were no exception, except for the legs, the entire body was protected in the heavy armor.