Chapter 168 Damn reckless elf!

"Of course, we'll just have to work together now, won't we?"

Francesca was stunned when she heard this.

It seemed that he had not expected Ailin to agree so easily, and all the words of apology and persuasion in his mouth were useless.

"You agreed?" Francesca still couldn't believe it.

Ailin sighed, looked towards the cave entrance, and said softly:
"You didn't give me a choice...so...yes, I said yes."

No choice for him?

Francesca subconsciously followed the witcher's gaze.

The huge cave entrance was blocked by several flames.

Squinting her deep blue eyes, the elf's naturally keen vision allowed her to see even more.

The gleaming spears, the shiny leather armor, and the neatly blocked ranks...

It was obvious that these soldiers were the elite troops of Kaedwen.

The figure holding the torch that was gradually moving away must have been reporting the invasion of outsiders to the person in charge of the camp.

So it won’t be long before many more elite soldiers will appear at the cave entrance.

And...she was the one who caused the current situation.

"hug……"

"No need to apologize. We don't have much time. Once the guards in the camp are alerted, they will definitely come in to search... So let's get to the point now."

"How are you going to find your target?"

"How are you going to cooperate when our goals are not aligned?"

Aelin interrupted.

If an apology would work, Francesca might as well go and apologize directly to the soldiers outside.

See if you can make them pretend nothing happened, ignore them, and continue patrolling as usual.

Of course, he just kept these words in his heart and didn't say them out loud.

Francesca's tone froze after being interrupted. She lowered her head and thought for a moment before saying:

"Just hide here... and wait..."

"Good, it seems you don't have any effective plan."

Ailin interrupted again, causing Francesca to frown. She asked, regardless of the fact that she didn't feel much guilt in her heart:

"So you have a 'working' plan?"

You're just a demon hunter, why are you so proud?
They were all driven in by the guards in the camp. Now that the entrance to the cave is blocked, isn't there anything they can do but hide and wait?
Could it be that he could have some good ideas?

Francesca was somewhat indignant.

"Yes I have."

Ailin ignored Valley Daisy's incredulous look, glanced at the fire at the entrance of the cave, then turned and walked deeper into the cave.

"Come with me, reckless elf..."

Francesca stared at Ailin as he turned around and took several steps before she came to her senses and followed him.

She didn't care about the offensive name from the witcher's mouth and asked quickly, "Where are you going?"

"Go find my human couple and your elf."

"Do you know where they are?" Francesca asked again.

"Yes, I know where my couple is. As for yours, since you want to cooperate with me, the elves and humans must be in the same place..."

"how do you know……"

"Shh!" The demon hunter turned around, put his index finger to his lips, interrupted Francesca's rapid-fire questions, and said, "Don't ask, just follow me."

"I will make up for your recklessness just now and take you to find the target..."

"Before the guards in the camp catch us, before it's too late..."

"..."

Francesca was silent.

A faint purple light enveloped the witcher, making this figure, who was almost as tall as her, seem particularly mysterious.

This wolf school witcher named Ailin doesn't seem to be very old.

Is he really reliable?
Do not……

Francesca shook her head to herself.

He should be reliable, otherwise there is no chance that Ian Savini would choose him.

And he is also very good at fighting.

Francesca instinctively touched her right wrist which was aching slightly.

Although the two long swords of the demon hunter in front of her were put back into the scabbard, she knew that as long as she made the slightest movement.

One of the swords would surely be at her throat before she could react.

"Francesca!"

While she was daydreaming, her name was suddenly called out. Francesca was so scared that she felt as if a sword was pointing at her throat, and she quickly took two steps back.

"What's wrong?" Ailin turned around when he heard the strange noise and saw the reckless elf's right hand covering his throat. He asked curiously.

"Nothing," Francesca put down her right hand in panic, "Why did you suddenly call my name?"

"Since we are already working together, I think it is necessary for us to get to know each other's abilities."

Ailin didn't pay attention to Francesca's strange behavior and said:
"Let me start first. Wolf School Demon Hunter Two-handed Sword, Quen, Igni, Alder..."

He continued to move forward along the trajectory of the black magic point, demonstrating his swordsmanship and various seals.

They didn't know what was waiting for them at the end of the black magic point trajectory. Outside the cave, there were three or four hundred elite Kaedwen soldiers and knights watching them covetously.

He needs to understand the capabilities of his partners.

As for whether it would expose his own strength and cause Francesca to be at a disadvantage to him.

On the one hand, considering Daisy of the Valley's current status as a young and naive princess on the run, this is really unlikely.

On the other hand, even if there will be discord between the two later.

As long as the Ice Spear Curse was not exposed, Ailin would only have to sacrifice the characteristics of the Wolf School's two-handed sword and the effects of the seal, information that most forces knew.

But he didn't know what magic Francesca knew, or what abilities the items on her body had.

So they exchanged two for the other and Ailin made a lot of money.

Francesca watched curiously as the demon hunter bent his middle finger forward, sent out a telekinetic shockwave, and then bent his index finger forward...

In an instant,
The dark cave was suddenly illuminated by the scorching fire.

It turns out that this is the witcher's seal written in the book. It's indeed not very powerful but the casting speed is very fast.

Very suitable for demon hunters to use with melee swordsmanship.

Francesca folded her arms, her posture reserved, but her beautiful blue eyes were wide open, revealing her curiosity and excitement.

After a while,
Ailin and Francesca followed the track and climbed up a stone slope, passed through the gap in the cave wall, and arrived at an open area with many tall rocks.

At this time, he demonstrated almost all combat skills except the Ice Spear Spell.

then.

After coming down the stone slope, he stood there and looked at Francesca, who seemed excited for some reason.

"What was that ability that made you invisible before?"

She asked when Aelin stopped the demonstration.

Ailin, who had long anticipated being asked this question, pulled out the Mirage Pearl from his collar and said:
"That's not invisibility, but an illusion, relying on this magic item."

"Magic props..." Francesca leaned over to take a look at the crystal clear round gemstone, nodded with understanding, and said:

"It turned out to be an illusion... No wonder the invisibility effect is so crude..."

Before Francesca finished her words, the mental link to the Mirage Pearl in Ailin's mind moved, and a wave of dissatisfaction came from it.

After comforting her a little, he stopped and looked at Francesca intently, waiting for her to demonstrate her abilities.

After an "unreserved" demonstration, the implicit hostility and strangeness between the two people obviously subsided a lot.

"Demon Hunter, how old are you?"

Francesca asked curiously.

Ailin really didn't expect the reckless elf to ask such a question. He was stunned for two seconds and frowned:

"fourteen."

"Wow~" Francesca thought Ailin should be young, but she didn't expect him to be so young.

A human being at the age of fourteen... no... can a demon hunter learn so many skills at the age of fourteen?

And they are all so skilled...

Francesca's exclamation made Ailin feel inexplicably unhappy, and he asked back impolitely:
"How old are you, 'elf'?"

Francesca was not upset by Aelin's tone.

Instead, he seemed to have let go of some burden and completely relaxed his vigilance towards Ailin. He playfully blinked his right eye:

"Anyway, it's much bigger than you... much, much bigger... little witcher..."

Then, without waiting for Ailin's reply, she raised her head proudly:
"Watch out, demon hunter..."

"Om~"

The wolf emblem trembled.

"Aine verseos!"

Mysterious incantations passed through the black mask and resonated back and forth in the empty cave.

"what!"

Ailin, who was concentrating on looking at Francesca, suddenly screamed and covered his eyes with his hands.

Between the fingers, a dazzling light flickered on Francesca's right hand.

"you do this delibrately!"

Ailin gritted his teeth.

"Sorry, sorry, I accidentally forgot!" Francesca apologized, but there was no sincerity in her tone.

The witcher could tell from the wrinkles on her lips above her mask that this reckless and damned elf must be smiling happily.

She did it on purpose!

Putting his hands down, Ailin frowned.

This was already deep in the cave, and he had gone around many times and passed through several forked roads, so he wasn't worried that the light here would be discovered. It was just that this attitude...

Aelin discovered.

Since she found out his age, Francesca's attitude became more casual, and she even dared to joke with him, the witcher who once stuck a dagger in her throat.

It's so frustrating!

Fortunately, Francesca also knew that the situation was urgent. After making a simple joke, she recited the spell again.

"Aenye aen'drean Aenyell'hael...Aenye aen'drean Aenyell'hael..."

This time the spell was chanted significantly longer than the last time.

"Buzz! Buzz!"

The ferocious wolf emblem was beating violently on the leather armor.

Ailin became alert and glanced at the lavender shield on his body.

[Ding! Your skill: Otrope Seal LV1 has been upgraded to Otrope Seal LV3 (0/2500)]

[Ding! Your level has been upgraded to level 30, and you have gained 1 special skill point. Your current special skill point is 2.]

Harmfulness is not allowed, and defensiveness is indispensable.

He and Francesca were just strangers, and even though their goals seemed to be the same now, they still had to be on guard.

At least he could prevent this reckless elf from accidentally casting the very powerful magic he was currently reciting, which was based on the feeling alone, on him.

He frowned slightly and absorbed the knowledge about the Ottrop Seal.

After upgrading to LV3, the color of the lavender magic shield created by the Othrop Seal suddenly deepened a lot, and its strength at least doubled.

And like Quen's Shield, it adds a new effect: after successfully defending against an offensive spell, it can absorb a small amount of mana from the spell.

That's enough!
Ailin thought.

He then continued to focus his attention on Francesca.

Francesca's spell takes a long time to chant.

After the demon hunter absorbed all the upgraded knowledge of the Othrop Sign, about another minute passed before the spell echoing in the empty cave room ended.

Such a long chanting time is basically worthless in actual combat, at least in the cave scene.

But Ailin remained patient and watched Francesca finish the spell.

This is basic respect.

"Hmm?" Ailin tilted his head in confusion, looking at Francesca who was bent over and breathing heavily.

The spell is finished.

and then?
Why didn't anything happen?

"You are missing..." The demon hunter was about to ask.

Then he saw Francesca stand up, raise her right eyebrow at him, and then push her right palm towards the largest rock in the corner of the cave.

"Buzz!!!"

The frequency of the wolf emblem's buzzing reached its peak.

Ok?
Aelin glanced at Francesca in confusion.

Although she was so tired that even her black mask was wet with sweat, she still held her head high, her eyes full of pride like a child showing off her new toys and new skin.

then.

"what!"

The witcher looked towards the corner of the cave in shock.

Under the huge pile of rocks that looked like a small hill, a hot red light suddenly appeared.

Immediately afterwards, the entire cave was like a volcanic eruption. The ground shook continuously and instantly sprayed out molten magma four or five meters high, falling on the hill like a rain of fire.

A gurgling, hot breath surged in along the wind from the cave.

Even from a distance of at least twenty or thirty meters, Ailin could feel a burning pain on his exposed skin.

"How's it going, witcher?"

"This is the advanced magic 'Baptism of Fire'. Is it to your liking?"

A smug voice came from behind him, which was completely inconsistent with the voice of a clear spring in an empty valley.

Ailin did not turn around to respond.

But he had to admit that this magic did look good.

It completely fits Ailin's imagination of fire magic.

"It's just that the chanting time is a bit long," he commented objectively in his mind, then turned around and said, "You reckless elf, what else can you do..."

At this moment.

"Boom~Boom~Boom~"

Suddenly, there were strong tremors on the ground. Even Ailin, who had experienced many earthquakes, had a hard time keeping his body steady because the incident happened so suddenly.

what happened?

Wasn't the baptism of fire over yet?
This spell is so powerful?
Damn!

This reckless elf played tricks on me again and didn’t even remind me before it was over. Is it fun to do this once or twice?

Ailin raised his head suddenly and glared at Francesca who was so proud...and then fell to the ground in a mess.

The deep blue pupils on the mask revealed extreme confusion and panic.

Ok?
Not this daredevil?
That is……

"Roar!"

A terrifying roar came from behind.

Deafening!
The demon hunter's body suddenly stiffened.

At this time.

Opposite him, confusion and panic had disappeared from the elf's pupils.

fear! fear! fear!

This was the only emotion in those beautiful, trembling eyes.

The witcher turned around stiffly like a rusty clockwork doll, and when he saw the owner of the roar, he couldn't help but curse loudly:

"Francesca, you damn reckless elf!"

(End of this chapter)