The first Wild Hunt to have the skull mask cut off by Rann was a human.

And the squad commander in front of him is an elf.

It's just that unlike that human, the elf in front of him who has been stabbed through the neck with a knife by Lan En, his eyes are not as frantic and confused as the previous human, as if he has been drugged or suffered from a psychic spell.

The elf's eyes were clear.

Even though he had been stabbed through the neck by the sword of the Lake Maiden, his eyes were still sober and calm looking at the demon hunter in front of him who was about to kill him.

It's as if the impending death is not worth caring about, and it is more important to see your enemies before you die.

And under this painful injury, he even wanted to open his mouth viciously to say something.

Unfortunately, Lan En's stab in the neck had already destroyed the vocal cords and trachea in his neck.

So he could only make a 'roar, roar' sound where blood was rolling in his throat, but he couldn't say a word clearly.

One of his hands swayed up, pointing at Lane. But before he could lift high enough, he lost his strength due to his injuries and had to fall back to the ground.

Although he couldn't hear what the Wild Hunt Captain wanted to say, Lan Enchai could also guess that it was nothing more than a cruel thing or something.

The witcher frowned, and the hilt of the knife in the palm of his right hand twisted around fiercely.

As a result, the sharp knife that had penetrated his neck was torn into a hole, and the elf in front of him instantly became in the same state as his subordinates.

In line with the characteristics of the dissipation of the ghost, a temperatureless ghostly flame ignited on his body, and finally disappeared without a trace.

As the last wild hunt dissipated, Lane immediately retreated to the inn.

As soon as he returned, several people in the small inn, except for Belengar, screamed and trembled, and did not dare to look at the door.

It's completely frightened by the rumors of wild hunting.

And these people are not only trembling because of fear, but also because of the real low temperature.

Although the mysterious cold air brought by the arrival of the wild hunt did not come into contact with this small hotel, those wild hounds that could emit cold were all killed by Lan En not long after they left the portal.

But the terrifying cold was still hard for ordinary humans, even if it wasn't even close to the outer walls of the inn.

The old witcher, on the other hand, approached Lan En with concern as soon as he returned.

And at first glance, I saw that something was wrong with his left hand.

"How are you?"

Berengarh asked, raising Lan's left hand, and his eyes immediately widened.

"The Plague Reigns"

Lan En also looked at the palm of his left hand and frowned.

On his left hand, he wears the armor of the Grandmaster-level Bear School, and the palm of his hand is made of cooked gliding lizard leather.

This leather is as famous for its performance as its price.

But the leather gloves that were now cooked, which should have been extraordinarily tough, were frozen as if they had been frozen throughout.

The leather in the palm of the hand is so hard that it is no longer easy to hold the palm freely.

And that's simply because. With the loss of the [Quinn Law Seal], Lan En held the head of the staff of the Wild Hunt Squad leader with his left hand for less than half a second.

"The cooked dragon leather is like this, and your hands are probably worse."

Although Belengal's combat strength is stretched, a series of training for witchers is also qualified.

For all kinds of strange injuries that various monsters can cause, the witchers have a set of ways to deal with them that are not efficient, but at least they will not make mistakes and worsen.

The frozen gloves were already ruined, and after Belengar confirmed that the main body of Lan's palm was not frostbitten, he simply smashed the layer of knotted leather with the weight ball of the dagger he carried, revealing Lanen's palm.

The frostbite on the palm of his hand had already stained the skin and skin with the leather of the glove, and when he smashed the leather, the skin of Lanen's palm also cracked.

Fortunately during the fight, Lan En was able to deal with his injuries calmly and steadily from beginning to end. But after the battle . Shout when you need to.

"Wow~" in his voice.

Lan En bit her lip.

"This thing is really good."

"That's right, you're okay, the frostbite didn't go deeper into the muscles."

Belengar's eyes were close to Lanne's palms, and he used the dagger to peel off all the shattered leather and frostbitten flesh that had been stained on it.

"The whole palm is broken, why don't we turn back first? Go to Erethusa and get you treated? ”

"Not really." Lan En frowned, after the first sharp pain, this pain was nothing now.

He opened and closed his bloody palm slightly, making sure that the bones deeper in his palm were not frostbitten. Then he pulled out the potion from the alchemy leather bag on his waist.

"My healing powers with potions are enough."

"[Enhanced Swallow]. Okay. ”

Watching as Lan uncorked the bottle and poured down a bottle of potion, his palms began to emit visible heat, and his broken skin began to squirm.

The corners of Belengar's mouth twitched.

The effect of the enhanced grade [Swallow] is good, but this effect. It's the first time I've seen him grow this big.

It's not that potions are useful, it's that your body is not normal, right?

The old witcher was sure once again that the bear cub in front of him was not the same witcher as himself.

Seeing that there were no other injuries except for the palm of his hand, Berengar was relieved and began to communicate with Lan En about the situation.

"I just heard the old saying."

Belengar walked past the boss who was so frightened that he hid under the counter as an ostrich, took a bottle of rye vodka from him, poured a glass for himself and Lane, and spoke.

"But I'm not very good at this thing, but I can only make it out vaguely.' Ancient Blood' or something? ”

"Is that really a wild hunt?"

Lan threw his head back and drank his cup, diluting the potion in his mouth.

"It's supposed to be a wild hunt. They were chasing the blood of the ancients, the woman just now. And I've heard them say, 'It's around here, right now.' You know what I mean? ”

"At this time?" Beregar, who was called an old man, keenly grasped the point, he muttered a repeat, and then his mouth slowly opened wide.

"You mean the woman.!"

Although he hasn't done a mission for a long time, he has seen a lot of strange things among the witchers for a long time, so he has an open mind. The acceptance is also much stronger than that of the average person.

Lan En also smiled: "Yes, compared to seeing her, seeing ghosts is not a new thing." ”

Not only does the mysterious cold outside seem to be terrifyingly permeable, but the afterglow of the cold also seems to be difficult to dissipate.

It's early summer outside, and it's windy and raining.

It stands to reason that the air movement is very violent, and the temperature should also be in a state of equilibrium over a large area with the air flow.

But the cold white mist outside the hotel, like a sticky gelatin, remained for a long time in the stormy weather of Willen.

Then the frozen ground was gradually turned back to its muddy appearance by the rain.

The hotel couldn't stay, and after the cold dissipated, some people stumbled out of the small hotel.

At first, their eyes were blank, but they were agitated by the rain and cold air, and suddenly they were agitated, and their eyes regained clarity.

Then he left in a hurry.

And after them, the two demon hunters put on their rainproof cloaks and went straight to the road.

(End of chapter)