Chapter 242 Family and Heroes?
The Wild Hunt has ideas for his apprentice?

Vesemir was stunned for two seconds, his brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"The East where the Wild Hunt disappeared not only had the war between Kaedwen and Aedirn, but also the intersection of the celestial spheres and the curse of the dark sun of Ban Ader..."

Ailin saw Vesemir's amber cat pupils shrink instantly, and then said:
"Master Vesemir."

"The Wild Hunt was not attracted by the breath of war to spread disaster..."

"They sensed the conjunction of the celestial spheres and came for me."

Upon hearing this, Vesemir hurried forward, grabbed Arryn's arms tightly with both hands, and said anxiously:
"Are you sure, Aelin?"

"Are those damn monsters really coming for you?"

He seemed to be aware of the distrust revealed in his tone and actions.

“Sorry,” Vesemir took back his hands and laughed apologetically.
"I'm not doubting that you're lying, it's just... it's just... it's just too ridiculous..."

In Vesemir's impression, the Wild Hunt has always been just a legend that is difficult to disprove.

Even if we really encountered one today, it would be more like a ghost-like monster driven by some natural phenomenon.

For Aelin...

Judging from his tone, these monsters flying in the sky seemed to be intelligent.

And the celestial spheres meet...Wild Hunt...

How are the two connected?
But seeing Arryn's serious expression, Vesemir swallowed.

Unlike other children, although Ailin was still young, he had never lied or joked about major matters.

wrong……

The Master Demon Hunter thought about it carefully.

Ailin had never lied to him, no matter what it was.

and so……

Vesemir's heart sank as if it were weighed down by a heavy weight.

"Are you sure?" he asked again.

Ailin lowered his head and pondered for a moment, but did not reply immediately. Instead, he suddenly changed the subject.

"Master Vesemir, do you know what the Wild Hunt is?"

The Demon Hunter Master, who was waiting for a binary answer, was stunned for a moment, and instinctively expressed his thoughts:
"Shadows, flying, naked skeletons, hatred for living things, and powerful magic..."

"It should be a ghost-like creature, and it should be the most powerful one among ghosts!"

"Elves..." Ailin shook his head, "These Wild Hunt are all elves!"

“What!” Vesemir’s eyes widened. “Those long-eared creatures hiding in the Blue Mountains and struggling to survive, can they have such a capability?”

"Not those Ion Sheedi hiding in the Blue Mountains." Hearing Vesemir's insulting remarks, Aylin laughed and continued to explain:
"But it's not completely unrelated..."

"The Wild Hunt are the Ain El, the same race as Ain Sheedi thousands of years ago."

"However, unlike Ain Sheedi who settled in this world, Ain El, who has the ability to travel through time and space, has always been a warlike conqueror..."

"They ruled every new place they arrived..."

"But suddenly, they seem to have lost the ability to travel through the world..."

Aside from the key parts related to the Demon Hunter's Notes and the Al Ghaith Gate, Ayling did not intend to hide any information from the trustworthy Vesemir.

He directly revealed all the information he had obtained from novels and game settings in his previous life.

Vesemir was stunned by what he heard, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Arryn became more and more strange.

The identity of the Wild Hunt is one aspect.

more importantly……

He was certain that the library at Kaer Morhen did not contain such information.

Perhaps even Ban Ader and Aretuza would not have them, otherwise, given the wizards' thirst for knowledge, it would be impossible for this knowledge, which is just history and does not contain any spells, not to have not spread.

The legend of the Wild Hunt, which has been passed down for thousands of years, would not have been so widely spread without anyone coming out to explain it.

Even the selfish kings of the Northern Kingdoms could not tolerate the Wild Hunt after learning that they were elves that traveled around the world and conquered it.

There will definitely be some big moves.

"Erin, where did you get all this knowledge?" Vesemir asked hesitantly.

"Part of it was obtained from Francesca in Kaedwen," said the young witcher.

Did you hear it from the elves?
Vesemir nodded.

He knows this.

He also knew that the female elf gave Ailin a set of expensive elven magic props.

After a pause, Ailin continued:
"The other part is like a dream..."

Dream…Weiselmire suddenly became serious.

"One day in the future, the King of the Wild Hunt will lead his army to attack Kaer Morhen in order to regain the ability to travel through time and space..."

Ailin stared into Vesemir's amber cat eyes and added softly in his heart:

It was also on that day that the last bond holding the Wolf School together disappeared.

"Is this your prophecy?" Vesemir frowned as he looked at Arryn's sudden sadness.

"No! This is a future that can be reversed!"

Arryn met Vesemir's eyes firmly, then continued:
"So we need the School of the Viper and the help of Ivar the Evil Eye."

"Ah~" Vesemir sighed, "The matter between Haxor and Ban Ader hasn't been resolved yet, and now another Wild Hunt has appeared?"

and……

Vesemir tilted his head and glanced out the window.

The temperature in the floating harbor in April was not high, and only a small part of the ice left by the wild hunt during the day had melted so far.

A huge black shadow stood outside the window, like a huge, ferocious monster crawling in the darkness.

Can Grandmaster Ivar the Evil Eye really deal with the Wild Hunt who can use such magic at will?
After being distracted for a while, Vesemir felt Arryn's gaze, and seeing his confident expression, he inexplicably felt more confident.

He nodded slightly and said:

"I see."

“Just go ahead and do it!”

"I will support all your decisions!"

Ailin nodded vigorously and said with a smile:
"There is no need to do anything for now. We will go to Ellander normally, then return to Kaer Morhen and wait for Ernesto to deliver the letter to Grand Master Ivar the Evil Eye."

"Ah."

Vesemir snorted and prepared to go back to his room.

But after walking a few steps, the witcher master suddenly turned around.

He patted the young witcher's shoulder vigorously and looked at Aylin's blue cat eyes seriously:
"Don't forget, Aelin!"

"No matter what happens, Wolf School will always be your home and your strongest support..."

"so……"

"Don't act on your own and don't do anything stupid, okay?"

Ailin stood there in a daze, his heart warmed.

Knowing that Vesemir was worried that he would leave without saying goodbye and take the risk of being hunted by the Wild Hunt alone.

"Don't worry, Master Vesemir."

"I know."

Ailin nodded slightly.

The Demon Hunter Master observed him carefully for a few seconds, and after making sure that Ailin was not just being perfunctory, he nodded slightly and left.

……

"Bang~"

The door was closed.

Ailin finally relaxed.

"I'm not a child, how could I leave without saying goodbye!"

The young demon hunter couldn't help but secretly complain in his heart.

Although he was an orphan in both lives and had no relatives.

But even though he grew up in an orphanage, he knew...

Family members rely on and support each other. There is no such thing as one person dragging down another or one person causing trouble for another.

If you take on everything by yourself, you might end up dragging down your closest people.

At least that's what Ailin experienced a lot in the orphanage. So.

Gradually, he regarded Kaer Morhen as his home and Vesemir, Vera and Mary as his family. He never thought of bearing the consequences of the conjunction of the celestial spheres alone.

Just like when the Ancient Sea Fortress was facing the crisis of destruction, he never thought of escaping with Ms. Vera.

But the Wild Hunt...

Ailin walked to the windowsill and looked up at the huge black shadow under the night sky that was still emitting a chilling cold air.

Recalling that it was just the aftermath of the magic, it not only blew up his and Vesemir's Quen Seal, but also seriously injured them.

A strong sense of crisis came over me.

"This is outrageous!" Ailin sighed as he felt the chill that made his hair stand on end. "I can't even withstand the aftermath of a casual attack. How can I deal with a monster like this..."

Recalling the scene in the previous life's game where different schools of thought were used to slaughter the King of the Wild Hunt, Ailin shook his head.

Compared to Demon Hunters, the Wild Hunt soldiers in the game are like Master Spellblades who are more skilled in melee swordsmanship, but can be easily defeated individually.

And the total number of Wild Hunts in the game is only a few dozen.

When he was playing the game, he even complained to others on the forum about how the Wild Hunter, with such little strength, could conquer so many alien worlds.

Unexpectedly, when he really traveled to the world of Demon Hunter and witnessed the true strength of the Wild Hunt, he lived in Bengbu.

"The combat power of the Wild Hunt in the game is no longer of any reference value."

Ailin thought.

That's why he needed Ivar Evil Eye, the grandmaster of the Viper School who had seen the Wild Hunt conquer other worlds countless times and had thought about how to deal with the Wild Hunt for decades.

Thinking about the situation in Kaedwen, I don’t know how it will develop.

Ailin couldn't help but look at the night sky outside the window and sighed again:

“It’s really like one crisis after another!”

"I wonder if the Wild Hunter will face off against Ban Ade when he goes east..."

……

spiral.

As the name suggests, this is a spiral passage that goes up and down, just like the steps of a castle tower.

But it's different from the one in the castle tower.

In the spiral, there is no limit to either rising or falling, and both seem to lead to the deepest and thickest darkness.

"Da da da~"

The sound of horse hooves echoed in this empty place.

A team of knights wearing blood-red armor and riding skeleton horses that spewed out dark blue breath galloped in the air within this spiral.

Although it is dark here, it is not without light.

Countless images flashed across the knight's sides from time to time, illuminating the ferocious and terrifying skull under the knight's armor, and the skinny body that seemed to have been dried by the wind for a thousand years.

They are the Wild Hunt.

The Red Cavalry of the Alder People, the ruler of the endless world, the ghost that dominates war.

"Ho-ho-"

The leading knight glanced at his companion on the right who had just taken back the scepter, and seemed to want to speak, but when he opened his mouth, only the sound of flowing air could be heard.

Ding!
There was a flash of white light on the scepter.

"I haven't been to Helix for a long time. I've forgotten what it feels like to be a skeleton..."

The knight sighed, and with the blue will-o'-the-wisp in his eyes he looked at his companions:
"Karanthir, you were just doing unnecessary things again..."

The Skeleton Knight named Caranthir opened his bony mouth and seemed to be laughing:

"This is not a superfluous matter, Imlerith."

"As a navigator, I must ensure that I am in a good mood so that I can better lead the Red Cavalry..."

"In this dark spiral, the pressure on the navigator is getting greater day by day..."

Ileris also opened his mouth and said:
"So your way of relieving stress is to kill those ignorant mortals?"

"Don't you think this is a good idea?" Karanthir was still "smiling" and not at all embarrassed by the questioning.

Because he knows...

"That's true..." Imlerith sighed, and his right hand tightly grasped the handle of the giant hammer stuck on the saddle:

"The scent of the blood of the ignorant is always addictive, especially when accompanied by the sound of skulls being smashed..."

"Even the most outstanding perfumer in Tier-na-Lia can't create such a fresh fragrance..."

"Even the most outstanding performer cannot produce such beautiful music..."

"Da~da~da~"

Caranthir's bare teeth and bones moved up and down rapidly, as if he was laughing.

At this time.

Another flaming scene appeared in front of us, which looked like a human city.

The blue will-o'-the-wisp carefully identified the scene and found that there was no towering scene described by the King of the Wild Hunt, so it waved the scepter that was emitting white light.

"call out--"

A blue light shot out from the scepter and fell into the brightly lit city.

"boom!"

A violent explosion sounded in the spiral.

At the same time, there were also human screams.

next second.

There was a commotion behind Caranthir and Ilerith.

Followed by.

Dozens more balls of light flew out from the Red Cavalry Regiment before the image disappeared in the spiral, turning into deadly meteors that smashed into the city.

Suddenly.

The heart-wrenching roars and cries became louder.

"Da da da da da~"

Caranthir laughed.

The sound of bones clacking could be heard throughout the Red Cavalry.

"It's great to know magic..." Imleris listened to the screams in his ears, gripped the hammer handle tightly, and smacked his lips enviously:
"You really look like the characters in the heroic opera that was popular in Tierra Na Lia in the past..."

"Oh? Which hero?" Karanthir asked curiously.

"No, not the hero..." Imlerith bared his teeth, "It's the biggest villain among them..."

Karanthir was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter again.

for a long time.

Imlerith touched the hammer handle again, feeling a little itchy.

"Karanthir, how long will it take to find it?" he asked.

"Hurry, hurry!"

Karanthir was very careless in his response.

Imlerith didn't care.

His eyes were fixed on the fleeting images on both sides, hoping to find the human city with tall towers as soon as possible.

that's it.

The picture turned from black to white, and then back to black, I don’t know how many times it happened.

Imlerith seemed to have found his target.

So he tilted his head and was about to ask Karanthir to help him identify it...

Sudden.

Karanthir spoke up.

“Illerith…” He looked at Illerith with his eyes that flashed with ghostly blue will-o’-the-wisp, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Perhaps we are indeed the biggest villains in the heroic opera..."

"But it doesn't matter..."

"The people of Alder will sing the praises of our heroic epic in the future paradise without frost!"

(End of this chapter)