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The serrated sword glowed bloodthirsty in the hands of the hunters, and the number of hunters who appeared in front of the two of them was not much, only six, but this small team of hunt knights was not something that the two of them could solve. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Take it!" a grenade-like object was shoved into Ciri's hand, exactly like the frag grenade he had just thrown.

"Wild Hunt must have a portal, use your teleportation to find it right away, and throw this anti-magic metal bomb into that portal, remember to turn on the switch before throwing it out. Ned repeated his thoughts quickly, speaking too quickly for Ciri to understand some of the words.

But the general meaning is still clear.

"Can you handle six Wild Hunts by yourself?" the grenade was placed on the buckle around his waist, and Ciri fully agreed with the other party's plan, but it was very doubtful that he would be able to be the opponent of the six Wild Hunts.

"I'm okay with six Nefgaard knights, but don't expect too much from Wild Hunt, hurry up, or we'll have to face sixty or even six hundred. Ned urged impatiently, now that the Wild Hunt on the other side was ready to charge.

The serrated sword in his hand was held high in front of him, and the blade of the sword was pointed directly at Ned and Ciri on the battlefield, and the hooves of the horses were ready to gallop towards the enemy.

"Well, be careful. Ciri immediately ran in the direction where the wild hunt appeared, the frost-covered ground was difficult to walk, and the dense grass was now a sea of ice thorns, and the stiff sea of ice thorns did not allow Ciri to pass through.

The dense ice thorn grass twisted in front of his eyes, twisting into a ball of ice blue mixed with the dominant colors of late autumn, merging with it, and by the time the world returned to normal, Ciri had crossed this no-man's land and reached the entrance of the forest.

"Quick! the target is running away!" the Wild Hunters immediately reversed the direction of their crotch horses, for them, the Demon Hunter in front of them didn't matter, their first target was the gray-haired girl who could teleport.

The frost-covered ground didn't last long, and Ghost Rider's iron hooves crushed the icy fields along the way into jagged glass mirrors. The heavily armored horses were not slowed down by the weight of the armor, and the six black shadows galloped rapidly, and the splashing of ice chips became the scenery behind them.

The stiff ice spikes were like repelling horses and became an obstacle to the knights' charge, but the ice spikes of these praying mantis blocking the car immediately became scattered icy stars.

Rumble!

The knights' charge immediately stopped, and three grenades were thrown by Ned into the knight's path, the scattered fragments and violent noises startled the horses under the knights, and a knight who was not skilled in equestrianism was thrown directly to the ground by the straddled mount, and he tried to stand up, but through the eyes of the fence he could see the face of the black-haired demon hunter and the long sword he held behind his hand.

The blade of the longsword magnified until it finally took over his full line of sight, the sound of steel cracking in place of the call of death, and the metal sharp weapons that pierced his eyeballs and deep into his brain made the frost-covered grass his final battleground.

Three honeycomb bombs left the six Hunt Knights on the battlefield so that they could not disturb the gray-haired girl's movements, and the next five warriors became Ned's opponents.

Now that the knights have abandoned their horses, they surround the obstructive demon hunter with a serrated sword in their hands, their eyes beneath their skull masks revealing their determination to die.

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The battle with the Demon Hunter had almost depleted Ciri's physical strength, and the short break didn't allow her to recover much, and the number of times she could use her teleportation ability was very limited.

Faced with such a situation, Ciri had to use her body or a long sword to wipe out the many ice thorns in front of her, and the ice chips flying in the air were like starlight in the night sky, and now these starlights formed the trajectory of her progress.

However, the light of this trajectory is not pure ice blue at all times, and in some cases it can become blood red.

It's not the wild hounds that come out from all directions that annoys Ciri, every step forward, Ciri is walking on the road of ice and blood, and the sheer number of them makes Ciri's physical strength slowly decline in the long tug-of-war, although the speed is not fast, but the duration is very long.

When Ciri finally saw the edge of the thorn bush, she didn't hesitate to use teleportation to reach the end, and when she walked out of the ice-blue pile of thorns, Ciri found that her clothes were torn to varying degrees.

Several scratches had created several openings in the clothes on her body, and although she did not expose the parts of her body, she was still annoyed by the constant coldness of the air.

Now in a flatter area, Ciri has more enemies to face, and a dense mass of wild hounds is everywhere in sight, and the thorny thorn shells on their backs form a new thorn bush.

The Wild Dogs immediately attacked Ciri who appeared in front of them, and flew in and rushed upward, not like they were fighting alone in the Thorns just now, because now they were no longer limited by the spatial terrain.

Their flutter was only able to fall to the ground, and Ciri used her power again, and now she was on top of the tall trees, the bare branches of which were not blocked by too many branches, but the frozen trunks were prone to slipping and falling on the sea of wild hounds.

Watching them howl wildly underground, Ciri didn't feel refreshed, because the slightest mistake would become something in their mouths.

The distance between the branches is too short, Ciri can easily skip it, but the distance is too far and still needs to be teleported, walking on the tree is more physically demanding than on the ground, and the speed is slower, but the advantage is that you can get a wider line of sight, and it is not easy to find a portal for wild hunting in the vast forest!

Standing on top of the trees, Ciri now realizes that the wild hounds underground are not endless, but they will be able to fill all the places where they can stand with a limited number, but the number of hundreds is not something Ciri can deal with.

It didn't take long for Ciri to find the place where his target was—a huge black crack, where the center was dark and deep, but at the edge it was a deep blue, and the blue kept moving closer to the center and finally became part of the black, and the new blue immediately replaced the vacancy that appeared, and there would never be any faults.

There was no doubt that it was what the demon hunters called portals, because where there were teams of berserkers emerging from them, armor made of steel was the dominant color, cold black skeletons were the only faces, and serrated swords in their hands sent the tentacle of sunlight back to the red sun in the sky.

The sheer number of them is beyond Ciri's imagination, and now that her plan to force her breakthrough has become wishful thinking, the only way to do it is to move quickly and throw the bomb and run away.

Ciri's first reaction to this situation was to run away, but when she thought of the meaning of the appearance of the wild hunt - death and doom, and in some places it represented the end of the world, a sense of responsibility arose in Ciri's heart to save the world, and Ciri had no idea that she would have such a day to fight for this idea.

Bang Bell -

The sound of the ice breaking startled the horde of hunting soldiers, and they all looked upwards to see where the grey-haired girl was standing on a tree branch, but as all-hoplites, they lacked the long-range means to watch her throw the anti-magic metal grenade towards the portal.

The Hunters who were closer to the portal tried to block it with their bodies, but the high-thrown grenades were falling from the sky to the teleporters, and they couldn't do anything to block them.

Ciri didn't care if the grenade hit the target, she had the privilege of using this one against the enemy's warlocks in the war, and she knew how great its range of effect was.

The moment the bomb was dropped, Ciri immediately ran for her life, teleporting immediately, and despite her exhaustion and sluggishness, she was still using it, and now she only wanted to get out of this dangerous area quickly.

When another teleportation was completed, Ciri had just stood on top of the branch, and when she remained parallel on the branch, a fierce cold wind swept the world from behind her, and the anti-magic metal bomb that had just been thrown was blown away into the distance by this strong wind.

Confused by the sudden change, she turned around and saw a hunting mage out of the portal, the same equipment, different weapons, the staff in his hand was made of black steel, and a huge ice-blue ball was inlaid above it, the transparent ball looked like both glass and gems, but the ice-blue mist tumbling inside showed that it was not glass and not a gem.

All the wild hunters present were covered with thin slags of ice due to the cold wind, except for this one wild hunting mage.

The moment the Hunting Mage stepped out of the portal, the surrounding Hunters all gave way.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, it must be better!]