Lanne's left hand rested on the hilt of the knife at his waist and pushed open the door of the small inn.

After a 'squeak', a white chill poured into the open door.

The boots with steel armor on the outside stepped out of the wooden floor, and the feeling of stepping on the ground was completely different from half an hour ago.

It's no longer the muddy and dirty water of the dirt road watered by heavy rain, and the texture of lying on the soft stomach seems to sink your feet in.

Instead, it's been frozen a little hard.

This is not normal.

Because even if the temperature plummets due to magic, the cooling process cannot be ignored.

Now, to be honest, the temperature is not particularly unbearable, but the texture of the soil is already hard. It's a little too fast.

This cold is not normal.

Lane was the first to realize this.

This cold seems to be very permeable, allowing the interior and exterior of the object to cool down at the same time without any time difference.

And this permeability reminded Lan En of the elven beacon on his body.

The exhaled air liquefied from the sudden cold, forming a white mist that drifted out from the corners of Lan's mouth and the wings of his nose.

Raindrops of frozen beans clanged against the witcher's armor.

And after the young witcher stepped out of the wooden door, the figure of [Wild Hunt] appeared in front of him.

This is indeed a group of ghostly cavalry.

Ghost knight riding a skeletal horse, wearing rotten, rusty, skeletal armor and tattered cloak, with pale skin beneath a dead gray mask and ghostly eyes like a dead man.

Their stature was significantly higher than that of normal humans, and the larger of them was about the same as Lan'en.

Such a group of cavalry, looming in the white cold air, calmly stared at the small hotel in front of them.

“******”

In the deep frost-white cold air, it seemed that even the sound became deep and distant.

Not only did the noise of ice beans smashing against the armor pieces become empty, but so did the sound of the wild hunters.

It's a mouthful language, an ancient language.

Lane had been in the forest of Brockleon and had listened to Viselmir and the dryads converse in this language.

Later, in the library of Erethusa, he found books on the study of ancient languages.

Then, in the learning mode of the biological brain, he took time to learn the language in three days.

What the Hunt Knight meant just now was: Have you seen a woman with rat-gray hair and a scar on her face? If you tell her whereabouts, you will be alive.

This suddenly made Lan En feel very fresh.

After all, he'd always seen the hunt as a magical phenomenon.

And now, clear logic, clear purpose, and obvious deception.

This is a group of intelligent life.

Lane understood this right away.

So from Lan En's mouth, he also began to jump out of the ancient language.

"Are you really a wild hunt?"

Ryan said as he moved closer in their direction.

"No, we haven't seen the woman you spoke of. Could it be that you're in the wrong place? ”

The hooves of the skeleton warhorse rubbed against the frozen ground, and the nostrils spewed out.

The wild hunters on the horses also whispered small words.

"He's lying to us."

"Kill it, and then go after the Ancient Blood."

"The navigator's perception is not wrong, the landing point of the Ancient Blood is near here, at this time."

"We've already bitten her, stop rubbing it anymore!"

The voices of the wild hunters echoed in this frost-white cold air, like a dense whisper of a bunch of demons.

It makes people shudder and tremble from the bottom of their hearts.

They also act very crisply.

Basically, at the same time as the decision was reached, several cold white portals suddenly opened beside Lan En!

With a "bang", the air pressure difference caused by the portal exploded.

Immediately after, a sharp claw rubbed against the ground, accompanied by a throaty roar came from the portal.

Almost at the same time as the vicious and disgusting sound, several strange figures swooped out of the portal and bit at the witcher!

Lan's eyeballs flickered from side to side in his sockets very quickly, and the situation around him had been sorted out and dealt with properly.

The ones that swooped out were wild hounds, with hard bodies and a thick ice crust around a ghoul.

There was a cold white light in his eyes, and a cold air was floating out of his mouth.

It's not a creature or a monster.

After the first glance, Mentos made a judgment.

It's a bunch of constructed creatures, like golems of warlocks.

It seems that the Wild Hunters are not only intelligent creatures, but also intelligent creatures with a high level of civilization.

There were four portals that suddenly opened, and it seemed that the hunters thought that four wild hounds would be enough to kill all the humans in the vicinity.

But Lane didn't think so.

"As long as you act, you will kill the surrounding area?"

"No wonder you're legendary."

The wild hunters who were urging the skeleton horses to set off quickly had already turned their horses' heads, but after the witcher's voice came out of the white cold air, the wild hunter, as the leader of the team, seemed to realize that something was wrong in an instant.

In his hand he held a steel staff with a crystal ball wrapped around the top.

At this time, he was about to wave his staff.

But with the white cold air not far away, there was a soft sound of 'poof'.

The clear blade, after four effective slashes in an instant, the runes on the blade were activated.

The accumulated power turned into a golden glow on the blade, which took up half the length of the blade like a progress bar.

And this golden glow, even in this mysterious white cold air, is still dazzling and eye-catching.

The four constructed creatures with their own mysterious chill are indeed very powerful.

After all, this kind of craftsmanship and materials are worth at least nearly a thousand Oren coins when converted into this world.

This is powerful in terms of money.

Not to mention the properties of this mysterious cold.

Even if they only wander around for half an hour, the cold air that escapes can freeze the people in the small hotel into ice slag.

The cold air, which can cool down the inside and outside of objects within the range without time difference, is too destructive to living beings.

But today, they're hitting the nail plate.

According to the basic literacy of the Bear School, when facing an enemy like Wild Hunt who has never been faced, Lan En put a [Quinn Law Seal] on himself very carefully.

Mana has a certain degree of resistance to this cold, but it consumes quickly.

If it is an ordinary demon hunter, it is estimated that at the same time that the [Quinn Law Seal] is used, the protective shield will be shattered due to the depletion of mana.

But Rann is different.

Now because of his strong body, his magic reserves are basically on par with those of more skilled warlock apprentices.

Although this kind of magical power can only allow [Quinn Fayin] to last in the cold for half a minute more, but for him. Half a minute is enough to do a lot.

(End of chapter)