Chapter 170 Teleport quickly!

"how much longer?"

Aelin quietly squeezed Francesca's hand.

"Two minutes!"

"Daisy of the Valley" instinctively answered.

He wanted to pull back his pinched right hand uncomfortably, but when he opened his eyes, he saw the rock trolls staring at him fiercely and aggressively.

After trembling with fear, he instinctively held Ailin's hand tightly and did not let go until several seconds later.

Huh?
This...why are so many monsters just standing there?

And the witcher, the house...what are they talking about?
Following the witcher's instructions and completely immersing herself in recovering her mental strength, Francesca did not notice any movement in the outside world.

At this time.

She found that although the rock trolls around her were burly and ferocious-looking, none of them attacked them.

The beautiful blue eyes suddenly lit up, and she couldn't help but look at the witcher in surprise.

"Demon Hunter, how...how did you do that?"

"Shh!"

Ailin put his index finger to his lips without looking back.

His attention was always on the stone, and he said softly:
"As soon as I call your name, hold my neck tightly and don't let go. Do you hear me?"

"what?"

Francesca tilted her head in confusion.

Before she could ask in detail.

"Roar!"

The moment Shanshi roared, the demon hunter instantly switched the silver sword to his right hand, and then re-cast a Quen shield on himself.

"... Demon Hunter Enemy... Metal Stick Injured... Troll Stay Away... Stone... Smash!!!"

Before he finished speaking, Shan Shitou took the lead and lifted up a huge stone as big as an Ailin beside him.

"Francesca!" Erin yelled.

Then he suddenly hugged "Valley Daisy"'s waist and held her in his arms.

Francesca now understood the meaning of the witcher's words and instinctively put her arms around the witcher's neck.

So light!

A thought flashed through Ailin's mind.

This elf doesn't seem to be even heavier than Elsa.

The next moment, the witcher smelled the fragrance of white roses and cedar.

However, Ailin no longer had any extra energy to focus on Francesca.

He clenched his teeth, his muscles became engorged with blood, and stomped his right foot hard on the ground, rushing forward.

"Whoo~"

A large rock that was almost as big as he was hit the ground behind him, brushing past his hair and hitting the ground behind him almost at the same time he took a step forward.

The whistling wind blew the hair on his forehead.

"boom!"

The moment the boulder hit the ground, it shattered into countless pieces of gravel, shooting in all directions.

Some of them flew directly towards the demon hunter's back.

However, the shield with a mystery of 41 points and combined with the LV3 Quen Seal is obviously not something that can be broken by these flying debris.

The light golden shield attached to the leather armor alternated between light and dark for a while before disappearing again.

"what!"

A scream.

Huge rocks flew past.

With the night vision ability of the Night Hood, Francesca could clearly see the texture of the cracks on the rock surface.

The shadow of death had never been so close to her, not even half a meter away.

This "novel" experience made Francesca scream in fear.

Screams exploded in my ears.

Aelin thought Francesca was hit by the gravel.

So, with an idea in mind, he put his left hand through the inside of Francesca's knee and tightly grasped his right waist.

While holding Francesca's calves in place, it also provided support for her thighs.

then……

"Bend down, lower your head, and shrink your body!"

Ailin ducked his head to dodge the rocks thrown from the right and shouted loudly.

The frightened Francesca quickly did as she was told, curling up like a baby and holding the front of the witcher's leather armor tightly with both hands.

"Continue to recover your mental strength!"

Feeling that Francesca had adjusted her movements, Ailin immediately quickened his pace.

Thirty-one points of strength were not enough for Arryn to drag the Water King back to Kaer Morhen as easily as Vesemir did.

But Francesca, who was estimated to be only 70 or 80 kilograms, would not have much impact on Ailin's skills.

At least not when running away.

In the huge cave, various stones were flying in the air, and then they brought gray dust and fell towards Ailin like a rainstorm.

It is naturally impossible for a witcher to avoid all the stones.

He could only do his best to dodge some of the larger rocks, and then use the Quen shield to absorb the damage from smaller, slower rocks.

After dodging a huge rock thrown by rocks from the mountain, the witcher suddenly noticed something.

"Qiang!"

The silver sword is sheathed.

Under this kind of attack, with his current strength, he couldn't use his silver sword to split the stones that were thrown at him.

But to actually injure or kill one or two rock trolls is not only meaningless but also very dangerous.

The attack pattern of the rock trolls that Ailin learned from the big stone.

Throwing stones was merely a test and a warning, intended to drive away or intimidate the enemy, and rarely contained lethal intent.

In their simple minds, this is even a way to play with each other.

As Ailin dodged, he noticed that there were many smaller rock trolls, who started fighting with each other while throwing things.

Many other trolls were also slacking off and only took the first wave of attack seriously, and the frequency of their throws decreased significantly afterwards.

The demon hunter even inadvertently saw a rock troll glance at the rocks, and its small eyes as big as green beans rolled around, and the stone it threw was so perfunctory that it didn't even go one meter away.

There aren't many rock trolls that actually attack seriously.

Obviously.

Although it is unknown what Vesemir did, not all rock trolls are hostile to him.

But if I really hurt a rock troll...

The image of a dozen stone mountains rushing towards him suddenly appeared in his mind, and Ailin trembled all over.

therefore.

The silver sword is useless, so it is better to free up one hand to cast a seal, which can also disguise oneself on the surface and relax the fighting spirit of other trolls.

"boom!"

The translucent shock wave instantly swept across the rock troll four meters away, causing it to lose balance while holding the stone, and instinctively let go of its hands.

The stone fell down due to gravity and hit the troll on the head.

"Ow!"

After a scream, it naturally rolled onto the ground into a ball, and whether intentionally or unintentionally, it knocked down two rock trolls next to it.

"Uh……"

"This is an unexpected surprise!"

Ailin tried to find a way to cheer himself up and was about to turn around quickly and rush towards the fallen rock trolls, using those trolls as shields.

"boom!"

Quinn's shield suddenly shattered.

"Attack from behind!"

The demon hunter frowned and used his mind to control the shock wave to explode directly in the direction of the impact to prevent it from affecting Francesca in his arms.

"Sigh~"

The moment he turned around and bent down, Ailin took a deep breath.

Got hit!

Just now, Quinn's shield and its exploding shock wave failed to completely block the impact.

Ailin steadied himself, endured the pain in his latissimus dorsi, and quickly attacked Quinn with his right hand. "Bang! Bang!"

At the moment when the light of pale golden light flashed, two stones as big as human heads enlarged before his eyes.

The sudden injury interfered with Ailin's movements. Under the influence of pain, his dodging posture froze.

The next moment, the shield that had just been renewed was broken again.

"Humph~"

Another muffled groan.

Severe pain came from my right shoulder and lower back at the same time.

There's something wrong with these two stones!

How could he get hurt when he clearly blocked it?

Do not!
Even the previous one wasn't right.

He was clearly calculating the damage. Given the size of the stone, how could it break the Quen Seal so suddenly?

After Ailin put on his shield, he suddenly looked up.

In the direction where the three stones were thrown was the largest rock troll in the cave.

It's mountain stone.

At some point, it replaced all the stones it threw with the "small" stones that had just been thrown at it.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

The sound of Ling Ran breaking through the air was chilling and made Ailin's scalp tingle.

Damn!

Big Stone, are you serious?
Is throwing stones really a temptation and warning, without the intention to kill?
This rock not only wanted to kill him, but also switched the type of shells according to the situation...

Ailin dodged in shock.

"Vesemir! What on earth did you do to the rocks?"

"Bang! Bang!"

There were three stones, but I only dodged two.

The demon hunter gritted his teeth and tensed his muscles, watching the stone smash the Quen shield on the left side, and then a faint brown-yellow light passed through, without being affected by the shock wave at all.

The leather armor on the deltoid muscle seemed to have been hit by a heavy punch and suddenly sank.

"what!"

The severe pain came, and Ailin couldn't help but cry out in pain.

What the hell?

How come the stones thrown by the rock trolls have magical effects?
"What's wrong, demon hunter, are you okay?" An anxious voice came from his arms.

Francesca knew that she was now a burden.

In order not to affect the witcher's actions, she tried her best to curl up her body, reducing her body size in an extremely uncomfortable posture.

At the same time, his hands kept switching their force according to the direction the demon hunter was running, trying to avoid touching his limbs.

Therefore, there was only darkness before her eyes and she could not see the outside world at all. She could only try her best to recover her mental strength and believe that the witcher could protect her.

but.

The witcher did exactly what he said and didn't let Francesca get hurt at all.

It was just that trembling and that cry of pain just now...

The demon hunter is injured!

Ailin ignored Francesca, and after hitting another Quen, he rushed behind the fallen rock trolls in two or three steps, crouched down and gasped.

"Bang! Bang!"

At this time, there were still stones hitting him continuously, but with the strength of Quinn's shield, as long as they were not rocks from the mountains, he could withstand at least five such attacks.

This is the temporary shelter that Ailin came up with after a flash of inspiration.

A temporary shelter on the battlefield that can only withstand five attacks.

"Are you okay, demon hunter?" Francesca felt that Aelin paused, looked up and asked worriedly.

If she hadn't been so proud of herself that she wanted to show off her magic, how could she...

She was worried and blamed herself in her heart.

The witcher made an Alder Seal with his right hand to prevent the "shield" in front of him from standing up. Then he lowered his head and met a pair of blue eyes.

Regret, guilt, sadness, inferiority...

The emotions in those beautiful eyes were so complex that they were difficult to understand.

"It's okay, just some minor injuries, your mental strength still needs to recover..."

"roar~"

Shanshitou roared again, interrupting their conversation.

"... lazy little trolls... no meat... fists of mountain stones... every lazy little troll has one!"

Shan Shitou was so angry at the lazy rock troll that his sentences became much smoother.

"Oh no!" Ailin thought to himself.

really.

The next moment after the mountain rock roared angrily, stones of various sizes suddenly poured down like rain.

Veins bulged on Ailin's forehead, and he moved left and right, circling the small space blocked by the three rock trolls.

His right hand swung out, leaving an afterimage. Quinn's shield was shattered by the unavoidable rocks almost the moment it was formed.

Light golden magic fragments floated and scattered in the darkness without stopping for a moment.

This scene is actually quite beautiful.

Although the demon hunters certainly don't think so, and the elves certainly don't think so either.

The elf grabbed Arlin's leather armor tightly. The faint smell of rust penetrated the black mask, making her tremble involuntarily.

The protection of the witcher has kept her safe and sound.

So the bleeding is...

Francesca looked up tremblingly, and at that moment a drop of blood dripped onto her forehead.

One drop, two drops, three drops...

The warmth of the blood made her feel uneasy, and she gripped the witcher's leather armor with both hands so hard that her knuckles turned white.

At this moment, everything around seemed to be silent.

Pursed lips, straight nose...

And the blood stains that flowed from the forehead and across the entire face.

Suddenly, she remembered that decades ago, when the Aileren uprising broke out, her father held her in the same way and took her away from Shayla Wade.

Escape from the battlefield where rivers of blood flowed and humans and Ion Sheedi were fighting each other to the point of being unable to distinguish each other.

But why wasn't Ain Savini, the father, willing to lead his people in rebellion?
If I had joined Aileren's army at that time, with the experienced and powerful wizards under my father, would everything be different?

Wouldn’t they lose their homes, their people, and their...loved ones?

She wouldn't have to come here to escape her father's control just for a vague clue.

Then it won’t...

"what?"

The witcher suddenly stopped, interrupting Francesca's self-blame.

"Daisy of the Valley" watched as the witcher's expression suddenly changed from surprise to horror and despair, as if she realized something and turned her head to look.

Two spherical boulders, each as long as the witcher's height, rapidly enlarged before their eyes.

Do not!
That's not stone!
Those were actually two living rock trolls!!!

They were even fine-tuning their clumsy postures in the air, and when they were only three meters away from the witchers and elves, they cleverly pointed the rocks on their backs towards them.

Before she could feel anything, Francesca suddenly felt her thigh being pulled up sharply.

She turned back subconsciously.

The witcher had his mouth wide open, shouting something at him.

What is he saying?
Francesca was vaguely curious.

The moment she had this thought, the silent world suddenly disappeared and she heard something.

The witcher was calling her name.

"Francesca!"

"Have you recovered?"

"Teleport quickly!!!"

(End of this chapter)