The reinforcements arrived in time, and Geralt immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Others may not know it, but how could he not understand how strong Slyder was.
That was someone who could slay a dragon with just a cloak. Although the Wild Hunt was difficult to deal with, it was still worse than a dragon. He could see that the new weapon in Deathstroke's hand was very restrained against them, and it could cut the knight into pieces.
Fly ash, then it's not a big problem.
The demon hunter half-knelt on the spot, panting like a bellows. His face was whiter than a dead man, but his eyes were like a golden wolf boy. The effects of overdose also appeared on his face.
His face was densely covered with blue and black blood vessels, which looked as if porcelain was cracked.
It's actually not difficult to fight these things. The key is that it's too cold. Bai Shuang greedily absorbs every heat from his body. Fighting in this environment, he may not be able to exert even half of his combat effectiveness.
The body is stiff, the vision is limited, the feet are slippery, and the weapons feel cold to the touch.
"Although the potion is good, don't be greedy, Geralt of Rivia." Deathstroke seemed not to take the Wild Hunt seriously at all. In the ice and snow, he smiled against the cold wind and turned his head to the witcher.
He said something incomprehensible: "Besides, I've been meaning to ask for a long time, why don't you wear helmets when fishing?"
"???"
White Wolf hadn't seen Deathstroke for a long time, and he only had contact with the adjutant at most, so he didn't understand the idea of meeting again after a long absence.
Do some people really wear helmets when fishing? Is it to prevent being knocked unconscious by fish?
However, the expression on the demon hunter's face was still relaxed, with a trace of a smile, because Deathstroke's words were still so nonsensical, and the familiar feeling gave him peace of mind.
The Wild Hunt Knights are typical examples of ruthless people who don't talk much, and these elves have always believed that they are superior to others. In their eyes, the human species is slaves and meat. Although the weird black and yellow human just killed his companion in an instant,
That was just a sneak attack.
Now that there are dozens of wild hounds around, he is on guard, which gives him a huge advantage.
So he took the initiative to attack without saying a word, using gestures to instruct the hounds that had just retreated to surround and bite the prey, and at the same time he also assumed a charging posture.
But at this time, the black and yellow man looked like he had eyes on the back of his head. He raised his finger and waved, and saw the shadows of countless hounds betraying them. Although the shadows here were very pale in the ice and snow, they
It seemed as if it came to life, formed a sharp sword, and launched an attack from under each dog.
This is the real shadow. The hounds cannot get rid of their own shadows, so naturally they cannot dodge the attack. In just a moment, these beasts screamed, and were first disemboweled by the black substance emerging from the shadow, and then
Then the whole body was dyed black, falling into the shadow like tiny black gravels and disappearing.
At this time, the Wild Hunt Knight seemed to understand something. He lowered his head and looked at himself. The black color also climbed up his body to his chest. The next second, he lost consciousness.
"It's done, but it's only temporary." Su Ming shrugged. He had a sword in his hand, but that didn't mean he knew how to use it. It was good to try out his new abilities with these miscellaneous fish: "Wild Hunting"
Their essence is a projection from another world, and their bodies should still be in their own world, their base camp."
Seeing the Wild Hunt Knight being ground into a quantum of darkness, Su Ming withdrew his lightsaber and waved the cloak in the air to land, so as to avoid the embarrassment of the little white-haired girl who was holding two guns but never fired a single shot.
"You're right, Slade, long time no see, but your intelligence capabilities still surprise me."
Geralt, who was caught fishing, suffered some injuries, but he is now healing quickly with the help of potions. The wounds outside the armor closed quickly like a fish's mouth. He stood up and looked at the hoarfrost around him.
There was black smoke dissipating on the snow like melting. He put away his silver sword and said at the same time:
"According to my understanding, the Ain El clan means 'elder' in their language, and they are also known as the Alder People. They invade other worlds through the celestial rendezvous, kidnap people and launch attacks.
But the incoming Wild Hunt is not their true form, but a projection in the form of undead."
Geralt was not surprised when he saw Deathstroke's new fighting method. He had known for a long time that Deathstroke had been getting stronger, but this time it was just a little too strong.
As for why living elves are projected into undead form in other worlds, he doesn't know, nor can he figure out what the force is, because his information was told to him by sorceresses, and he is only an insider, not a researcher of magic.
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If anything, Deathstroke is also known as the Supreme Mage, so he should know more about magic.
After taking off the mask, Deathstroke raised his hands, as if he could see through Geralt's mind. The corners of his mouth bent downwards, and on the spot he began to make the gesture of playing an accordion with his fingers:
"No one knows projection better than me."
Although it is a joke and a bad joke that people present cannot understand, it is indeed the truth because he is the Supreme Mage and the dear spokesperson of Emperor Weishan.
Every time he contacts Brain Ax for help, the other party will appear in the form of a tiger head or a big caterpillar, which is the projection of divine power. After all, Hogs's body should be an indescribable external god. It is not an evil god, and it will not take the body.
Come to earth in the main dimension.
The same goes for Ao Shutu. During several conversations with Deathstroke, she always sent out projection clones, because her real body was a blue bird, so it must not be as majestic as the image she set.
The appearance of the projection and the main body are completely different. Isn't this normal? If you see it more often, you won't find it strange.
"You told me before that the Wild Hunt is interested in my bloodline." Ciri jumped off the flying carpet and immediately checked Geralt's injuries. After finding that there was no problem, she helped him join.
The topic: "As long as I am still in this world, they will always come after me."
Su Ming nodded, and then told some information he knew.
In fact, what makes this group of elves so crazy is that they are actually running for their lives. Although the Wild Hunt is always accompanied by hoarfrost, the hoarfrost is not under their control. Instead, it is what they are running away from and what they fear.
source.
Like the warm water that boils frogs, and like the noose gradually shrinking around their necks, they need Xili to help them escape the disaster of genocide.
Of course, they are not worthy of pity. Unlike the cute elves in online novels in their previous lives, they are more like the green chaos in the Warhammer universe. Apart from robbery, they are killing. They are so arrogant that they have never thought of any other way to solve the problem.
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Maybe the hoarfrost has also affected their minds. This is normal. Living in the ice and snow all year round can make people either rough and bold, or cruel and cunning, all in order to survive.
The former is to work together with the people around you to improve efficiency, while the latter is to calculate the people around you to obtain resources. There is nothing wrong with either of them, it's just that the paths chosen are different.
At least Su Ming can understand them, but if he wants to take the iron-blooded path, he must have strength and not stand on the opposite side of Deathstroke.