Chapter 74 Don’t make any more trouble!

"That kid Ailin is so unlucky!"

After listening to Vesemir's general description of the incident, Leto couldn't help but sigh.

Then they both fell silent.

After a moment, Leto came back to his senses, patted Vesemir on the shoulder, and said comfortingly:

"Even if Old Spearhead is awake, it doesn't mean he will die for the apprentices."

"Alin is a natural born demon hunter, how could he not be able to pass the mountain trial?"

Vesemir pulled up a smile and nodded.

He knew what Leto meant. If the old spearhead was awake, Arryn would naturally be the one most likely to escape.

The purpose of the mountain trial is to select those apprentices who are suitable to become a demon hunter.

How could they possibly screen out the extremely talented Ailin?

Or, is there really a need for the trial that will screen out Ailin?

Thinking of this, Vesemir shook his head and sighed.

Seeing that the Master Witcher was still looking very downhearted, Leto changed the subject.

He glanced in the direction of the sorceress and said something for no apparent reason:
"How enviable!"

Vesemir was stunned for a moment and asked:

"What are you envious of?"

"I envy Aelin for being so favored by Lady Vera." Leto said.

His consolation just now was more or less effective.

An apprentice who is suitable to be a witcher will definitely pass the trial.

This is the basis for the existence of the Mountain Trial.

So the Demon Hunter Master calmed down and said jokingly:
"Why, you want to learn alchemy too?"

Leto shook his head violently and said:
"I'm allergic to printed paper."

"It would be better to kill me than to let me learn something as boring as alchemy."

"That said, Ailin is really amazing. It's such a boring thing, I wouldn't even want to learn it even if you begged me to, but he actually took the initiative to ask for it."

"No wonder Ms. Vera likes him so much..."

Vesemir nodded.

Although Ailin has excellent talent, he has never slacked off in the past month and has been actively preparing for the mountain trial.

The Ice King even nearly died in the nameless cave in the Blue Mountains.

But in the next few days, Arryn left Kaer Morhen to hunt water ghosts as usual, as if nothing had happened.

"Eh~"

"If he didn't learn alchemy from Ms. Vera, would his chances of passing the mountain trial be higher..."

Vesemir sighed again, muttering to himself, and accidentally speaking out what was in his heart.

Laito quickly put his hand over his mouth and said:
"Why are you so outspoken? Do you want to be dragged off the bed too?"

"I don't mind..."

Vesemir saw Leto in dishevel and recounting again the miserable experience of how he was brought here, and was about to say something with a wry smile.

suddenly.

He raised his hand to rub his eyes and stood up from the larch tree he was leaning against.

"What's wrong, Vesemir?"

Leto, who was complaining, was stunned for a moment, then turned and looked in the direction of the witcher master's gaze.

The snow stopped at noon.

However, several days of heavy snow had painted the area around Killer Lake pure white.

A few small, overlapping black dots slowly moved towards the crowd from the snow-capped mountains in the distance.

There is another path leading to the end of the mountain trial and the Ring of Elements.

"Look Vesemir, I said they are okay?"

The corners of Leto's mouth curved up, and Vesemir also showed a relieved smile.

The sorceress waved her hand to remove the soundproofing barrier, and involuntarily took a few steps forward in the direction of the witcher apprentices.

The other demon hunter masters were also surprised and whispered to each other.

"It seems that this group of apprentices are quite lucky. They caught Old Spearhead hibernating even when he was hungry."

The old witcher master with gray hair stroked his equally gray beard and sighed with a smile.

At Killer Lake, everyone was in a very excited mood.

Until those small black dots slowly grew bigger in sight.

They then realized that there seemed to be a problem with the number of people.

"Aren't there four apprentices taking part in the trial?" Leto turned around and asked.

The smile on Vesemir's face gradually froze, and he stared at the black spots without answering.

"Snapped"

A snap of the fingers.

“Buzz~Buzz~Buzz…”

The chests of all the demon hunters at Killer Lake trembled violently.

Immediately followed by a gust of wind, the snow on the ground was blown into the sky.

The thick snow fog instantly obscured everyone's vision.

After a while.

The white frost mist dissipated.

Everyone looked intently, and three small figures gradually became clear in front of them.

The sorceress used magic to move them all here from a distance.

Standing up in panic, the witcher apprentices opened their eyes and looked around.

After seeing Vesemir, Hughes' face was filled with joy and worry, and he shouted:
"Master Vesemir, hurry... hurry and save Arlin."

"In order to allow us to leave safely, he stopped the Cyclops alone!"

"what!"

Before Xius could react, he saw a fair and delicate face suddenly appear in front of him.

"This must be the legendary Ms. Vera!"

Zeus was delighted, as he knew that Ailin had a good relationship with the sorceress, and was about to tell her the whole story again.

However, he did not expect that the cold-looking sorceress just glanced at him and nodded slightly, without any intention of listening carefully to the details.

Instead, he quickly took two steps back, turned around and was about to leave.

However, he was stopped by the chief who saw something.

"Calm down! Vera!"

"Don't forget how all this happened!"

"Don't make any more trouble!"

……

"Whoo~"

The moist water vapor condenses into a white mist the moment it leaves the mouth.

Ailin shrugged and lifted up his two heads which had sagged slightly due to the blood and fat.

After all, Old Spearhead's hair is not a rope specifically used for tying things.

As the witcher apprentice moved around, these two trophies tended to slide to one side.

Plus the knee-deep snow and the freezing cold wind.

The progress of the witcher apprentice was particularly difficult.

“Crack~Crack~Crack~”

Going up the hill step by step and turning a corner, the witcher apprentice suddenly frowned.

This is a place that is no different from the one we just walked through.

Thick snow, low shrubs, and bare, unknown cold-resistant trees were bent by the heavy snow.

What really made Ailin frown were the irregular snow pits on the ground.

"It seems... it was caused by a stone?"

The witcher apprentice hid in the corner and pondered for a moment.

"It could only be those rock trolls."

But hadn't he already warned Hughes and the others?
Rock trolls are simple and honest monsters. Although they have some intelligence, the few smart ones are rare. They can be coaxed a little.

"Could it be that these monsters are different from those in the game? Are they more aggressive than those in the game plot?"

As he thought about it, the witcher apprentice's expression became more and more solemn.

Since this world doesn't even have the witcher's potion or sword oil, even the Ancient Ones can disappear in the prophecy.

It seems reasonable that the rock trolls would become more aggressive.

"Damn it! Why did they force the original plot into place?"

"Hughes, Bonte, and Fred, are they okay?"

Ailin was worried and was about to activate his tracking skill to find out the whereabouts of the three people.

Suddenly, a deep and vague voice came from the blind spot:
"...big stone...small stone...the troll smells something strange...the troll smells something strange..."

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