Chapter 257 He is dead!

"Hehehehe~"

Hearing Ailin's words, Ianna was stunned for a moment, looked at the old duke who was walking over, and laughed kindly.

"It's good that you're alright, just a few wolves..."

Then, she took Ailin's hand and came to the open space.

Salt, chalk, magic dust, and two small jars of yellow liquid surrounded a stand supported by three wooden poles.

Noticing that Ailin's eyes were fixed on the jar of liquid, Ianna explained with a smile:
"That's wyvern urine."

"This is a simple exorcism ritual used to drive away wild beasts and monsters. The core of the ritual is the urine of the wyvern."

As Ianna explained, she drew circles on the ground with chalk.

Ailin squatted aside, carefully observing Ianna's movements.

"The whole ritual is to diffuse the smell of urine and amplify the special magical fluctuations of the wyvern contained in it..."

He understands this.

Just like wild animals, they mark their territory with urine.

but……

"Do we have to use the urine of a wyvern?" he asked curiously.

Finding that Ailin had noticed the key point, Ianna nodded with satisfaction:

"Of course not. The reason we used the urine of a wyvern this time is because it is the most effective magic material in the old duke's warehouse. After all, a wyvern naturally has a hint of dragon-like pressure."

"As long as it has a strong monster scent and magical properties, it will be fine, but be careful..."

Ianna paused and emphasized:
"Urine, feces, or other body secretions can be used, but remember not to use blood..."

"Also, we need to understand the distribution of local monsters. If there are natural enemies of the main monster, it will be easy to attract them..."

Hearing this, Ailin's eyebrows moved.

So by choosing the right ritual materials, this exorcism ritual can also become a "demon-luring incense"?
To him, this seems to be more effective than the exorcism ritual!

Ordinary demon hunters might not dare to use it, fearing that it would attract monsters that they cannot deal with.

But he is not afraid.

The curse of the evil god is almost lifted. Given the strength of the monsters in the demon hunter world and his spatial skills, he can leave even if he cannot defeat them.

This exorcism ritual is simply a magical tool for killing monsters!
"According to the schedule, you were supposed to learn this content tomorrow, but since it just happened to be here today, why not learn it in advance..."

After the ritual circle was drawn, it seemed to reach a difficult point, and Ianna stopped laughing:

"Look carefully, the following is the difficult part of the whole ceremony..."

Upon hearing this, Ailin immediately focused on every tiny movement of Ianna and did not notice that a guard was walking towards him from the direction where he killed the wolves.

The guard walked up to the old duke, who was standing upright, and whispered in his ear about the condition of the eight wolf corpses.

half an hour.

The old duke waved his hand.

The guard saluted and returned to his team.

Eight wolves were certainly not enough to surprise the knowledgeable old duke, but they were certainly not something a demon hunter who had just passed the trial could handle.

And judging from the way the wolves died, even an experienced demon hunter would find it difficult to solve the problem so easily.

therefore.

It is still unclear whether this demon hunter named Ailin has the strength of a demon hunter master, but at least his strength is not weak.

Yes.

Even now he didn't fully accept what the Blue Death said.

Having fought for Temeria all his life and served as chancellor at the Vizima court for more than a decade, he never believed rumors when judging people and only believed his own eyes.

What's more, Ianna insisted on taking the witcher with her when they set out.

What could this mean?
So he had to confirm it himself.

of course.

It was also because the news from the warlock advisor was too legendary.

The demon hunter who just passed the trial killed four large monsters and saved the wizard city - Ban Ade...

The heroes in the legend who destroyed evil gods for mankind are no more than this.

Even more outrageous than the tales the bards told...

……

after an hour.

"Buzz~"

The wolf emblem trembled.

Under the bright spring sun, the ritual array flashed a barely perceptible white light.

A strong fishy smell came from the magic circle, causing Ailin's nose to twitch unconsciously:
"There are still about ten days until May Day. Is it okay to start the ceremony so early?" he asked curiously.

Ianna smoothed her hair which was a little messy due to the arrangement of the ceremony and said:

"It takes time for the smell and magic fluctuations to spread, and it also takes time for the monsters to escape, so this is the perfect time to set up the magic circle."

That makes sense…Aelin nodded.

"Let's go, there are still four places to decorate..." The old Duke looked at the sky as he walked towards the carriage.

Ianna and Aelin followed closely behind.

……

I don’t know whether it is good luck or bad luck.

Ceremonies were arranged in three places one after another, and no one in the car encountered any monsters.

I don’t know if his models were intimidated by the size of the convoy.

After all, ghouls are not brainless like water ghosts.

They even attack in a coordinated manner, like wolves, and know how to encircle, flank, and attack from behind.

In this regard.

In addition to Arlin himself who felt a little regretful, Ianna and Duke Mason were also somewhat disappointed and even puzzled.

Because of the past few years.

Although the number of corpse-eating creatures that attack the carriages every year is not large and they are not strong, almost every one of the last three locations will encounter such a wave of attacks.

But this year, I didn’t encounter a single zombie.

However, the main purpose of this trip was to prepare for the May Day ceremony that would be held soon.

So although it is a bit strange, it is a good thing after all, and they are unlikely to deliberately cause trouble for the monsters.

After setting up the second ceremony, the convoy stopped for lunch.

Ailin also had a big meal with Ianna.

Beef stew in red wine, grilled veal chops, apple pie, baked brulee...

There is also fruit wine whose brand I don’t know but looks very expensive.

Although he did not encounter any attacking monsters, Aylin did not do nothing except eating.

Except for the second ceremony which was performed by Ianna, the remaining two ceremonies were completed by Ailin alone.

This made the old duke dumbfounded for a rare time. He tentatively found an opportunity to ask Ianna twice whether she had taught the ceremony to Ailin in advance.

Then he received loud boasting and ridicule from the high priest.

It also made the witchers once again realize the lofty status of the Meliteli religion in the northern continent, at least in the Temeria region.

"Wheel~Wheel~"

The carriage continued to move towards its final destination.

The sunlight shines on the black carriage, making the interior warm, which is the perfect temperature for enjoying a spring nap.

In fact, there was someone in the carriage who was resting with his eyes closed.

After all, the old Duke and Ianna were not young anymore. Tired from the journey, they closed their eyes and leaned back on the soft cushions.

In fact, the witcher felt very strange along the way.

It would be fine if there was only a high priest, but a ceremony needed to be arranged.

The old duke is of no use at all, so why should he follow me all the way?

And even if a ceremony is required, the difficulty of the exorcism ceremony can reach the level 4 of ritual studies, but Ailin does not believe that there are no other priests in the temple who can arrange it except the high priest.

The high priest looked to be in his seventies or eighties, and the old duke looked even older.

Why didn't anyone stop it?
Listening to the sound of the wheels, Ailin speculated idly and carefully looked at the two old men with their eyes closed.

At this moment.

The accident that everyone had been waiting for came.

"Shashasha~"

The noise had been weakened very little by the car, but it was still detected by the demon hunter's keen hearing.

He instinctively looked at the carved iron door of the carriage.

The next second, a continuous whistle and commotion came from the front and back of the carriage.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

There was a knock on the carriage door.

The driver, whose tone was usually calm, had a rare tremor in his voice.

"My Lord, please hold on to the handrail. A large group of zombies are rushing over from the woods next to us..."

at the same time.

"Watch out for the ghouls!"

"Be alert!!! Protect the Duke!!!"

The knights' sharp shouts occasionally entered the carriage.

"How can you be so flustered!" The old duke glared and cursed, then asked, "Tell me clearly, how many are in a large group?"

Ailin was concentrating on listening to the noise outside.

He found that after the old duke's scolding, not only did the coachman's heartbeat stabilize, but even the sound of the horses of the surrounding knights became much more orderly.

"I can't see clearly, Your Excellency."

"After the zombies rushed out of the woods, they were all covered by the lush weeds. Now we can only see something in the grass behind the convoy..."

"But there are at least... there are at least twenty..."

"About thirty, and there's a big one hiding in the middle..." Ailin opened his eyes and interrupted, then stood up and looked at the old duke with a tense face, "Don't stop the convoy, wait for me at the last location..."

"I'll catch up with you guys after I deal with the ghouls behind you."

As soon as the two sentences were finished.

Ailin immediately opened the carriage door.

Then he paused for a moment, took out two bottles of corpse-eating bio-oil from the reagent bag on his waist, and handed them to the astonished driver in front of the carriage:

"Corpse-eating bio-oil, it doesn't need to be silver, just apply it on the weapon and it will work..."

Then, without waiting for the old Duke and Ianna to react, he gently grabbed with his right hand, turned over and jumped onto the carriage.

inside the carriage.

The old duke held the black cane tightly in both hands, and only came back to his senses after hearing a soft "dong" sound above his head.

He was stunned for a moment, then looked at Ianna who was pulling open the black velvet curtains and looking out:
"Is this kid ordering me around?"

Ianna chuckled and nodded solemnly:

"Yes, he is ordering you!"

"You are such a timid brat who has just grown hair on his mouth!" The old duke cursed loudly, paused, and asked solemnly:

"Thirty ghouls, can he handle it?"

Ianna's laughter paused.

If the monsters are really weak, they will be happy in groups.

Every northerner has heard this proverb.

Thirty ghouls, and on a plain like this...

Even a senior witcher master like Vesemir might not be able to deal with it.

Even from Ailin's tone, there was another big guy.

Ianna had never seen Ailin take action, and like the old duke, she had heard the news from others.

His originally calm heart started to think about this after being asked by the old duke.

Suddenly I felt a little unsure and worried.

Not only because he is Vera's child, but also because during these few days of getting along with him, she really fell in love with this extremely talented, yet hardworking child.

If she were to encounter danger because of her spur-of-the-moment invitation...

She didn't know how she would face Vera, how she would face herself...

"Since you've heard the number of monsters and are actively seeking a fight, you'll definitely be fine!"

The old duke's sudden question and answer stunned Ianna for a moment.

But before she could say anything, outside the half-open carriage door, the coachman held up two bottles of dark red potion and asked:

"Your Excellency, these two bottles..."

"Do whatever Master Ailin tells you to do, and then give one bottle to Arthur..." The old duke looked serious, glanced at the sheathed long sword on the coachman's waist, and ordered:

"Also... tell the guards behind to ignore the zombies and follow the carriage forward. Someone will take care of them..."

"Yes, Your Excellency the Duke!" The coachman paused, raised his head and saluted, then gently closed the carriage door.

At this time.

"Boom~"

There was a sudden slight sound above the old duke and Ianna's heads, and the whole carriage seemed to bounce at this moment.

Then the whole carriage seemed to be slightly bumpy because of the weight of one person missing.

Hearing the exclamations of the knights behind him, the old duke was silent for a few seconds and looked at Ianna, who was worried.

"It'll be fine!" he said.

……

Three minutes ago.

The witcher grabbed the edge of the carriage and tensed his right arm.

next second.

"Bang~"

With a slight sound, he jumped lightly and squatted on the carriage.

Wild wind hunting.

The grass under the sun was like the sea, creating green waves in the wind.

Climb high and look far.

The witcher immediately saw the disgusting gray-brown figure in the grass.

The nearest one was less than two meters away from the knight at the rear of the convoy, almost within reach.

It would definitely not be feasible to save the convoy from more than thirty zombies by rushing forward recklessly.

"We must resolve the crisis of the convoy first." The demon hunter formulated a strategy.

“Quack, quack, quack…”

The whistling sound of the wind silenced the chanting of mysterious incantations.

An ice spear as thick as a baby's arm and half a meter long flashed with a sharp icy blue light.

It appeared in Ailin's palm within two seconds.

follow closely.

【Demon Hunt】

At this time.

The ghoul closest to the caravan suddenly jumped out from the bushes, baring its bloody mouth and rushing towards the knight at the end of the team at lightning speed.

Although the knight was well-trained, the horse was galloping forward.

He couldn't attack the zombie immediately, so he could only wave his sword in panic and watch the ferocious face getting closer and closer to him.

He even felt that he could smell his own stinking breath of death.

But the next moment.

"call out!"

The blue ice spear cut through the air, with a temperature that could freeze the soul, and shot into the ghoul's mouth almost instantly.

Nail it firmly to the soft ground.

“Hoo—chi—”

The knight who escaped from the scythe of the god of death turned back suddenly while gasping for breath.

A pair of cat eyes as blue as the ice spears seemed to be staring at him.

The god-like look that disregarded life almost made his heart skip a beat, and it was deeply imprinted in his mind.

Before he could recover from the shock.

next second.

"call out!"

Another spear of death, with a chilling sound, quickly enlarged in his pupils.

The knight's mind went blank in an instant.

It seems like this moment...

He is dead...

(End of this chapter)