Chapter 82 Who is Ailin?

After the ceremony, the witcher masters left one after another.

Vesemir, Leto, the sorceress, and the former witcher apprentices all stayed behind.

They were going to help Aelin bring the bodies of Old Spearhead and the Water King back to Kaermohen.

"Snapped!"

A snap of the fingers.

The wind blew over Killer Lake, causing ripples on the calm surface of the lake.

The golden sunlight shines obliquely on the lake, making the ripples sparkle.

With the right wind, a small boat with a white sail carrying Ailin and others soon arrived at the cave of Old Spearhead.

"what!"

As soon as the boat docked, Fred, who was sitting at the bow, couldn't help but exclaim.

The winter sunlight was blocked by the towering mountain walls, and the dim cave looked hideous in the shadows.

In the shadows, two huge mountains of flesh were embedded together, with almost no intact skin on the surface, making it difficult to tell where the boundary was.

Looking around, there was blood everywhere, and pieces of flesh smeared on the ground.

This is probably what the cultists' sacrificial scenes look like.

Perhaps because the Water Ghost King and Old Spearhead are both large monsters, even though the temperature is very low, the blood on the ground still does not coagulate.

"Pah~"

Leto stepped off the boat and stepped into a pool of blood.

The bright red, sticky blood splattered on his leather boots, but he didn't care.

The scene before him shocked him so much that he could not pay any extra attention.

"Oh my God! It's hard to imagine how fierce the fight must have been to create such a scene." Leto opened his mouth in surprise.

What was even more unimaginable was how Ailin, the weakest party, not only survived such a fierce fight but also killed these two powerful monsters.

Just looking at the two heads that Ailin carried to the Killer Lake, one could not feel the insignificance brought about by the pressure and size difference.

Although it was somewhat embarrassing, the sight before him, coupled with the subtle pressure emanating from the two mountains of flesh, made his thighs slightly weak.

And he has been a demon hunter for more than thirty years.

Even when dead, he could emit such a powerful aura. What about when he was alive?

Incredible!

It’s unimaginable!

Laito turned around and looked at Ailin in disbelief, and couldn't help asking:
"Aren't you afraid, Ailin?"

The shock in the hearts of the others was similar.

Vesemir stared blankly at the bright red mountain of flesh, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Although he is known as the Master Demon Hunter, he has actually received only a handful of commissions to hunt large monsters in recent years.

Not to mention two large monsters together.

The admiration in Hughes, Bunt and Fred's eyes was even greater.

Only the sorceress.

Although she stood on the boat and did not get off, after looking around, her expression revealed a hint of heartache.

Hearing Leto's question, Ailin just smiled, shook his head and said nothing.

Of course I am a little afraid, but everything is going as planned.

Unlike what they imagined, the Water Ghost King was a helper he summoned.

The time and place of appearance are determined by him, so what's so scary about that?
Besides, if we don’t fight now, are we going to have to wait until the defense of Kaermohen?

Thinking of the great battle in the future, the sense of urgency that had been weakened by the trials weighed on my heart again.

Ailin couldn't wait to go back and use the spoils from the Water Ghost King and Old Spearhead to improve his strength.

then.

He shook his head, looked at Vesemir, and said:

"Master Vesemir, let's quickly deal with the materials from these two monsters, and then return to the castle."

It is not realistic to move the Water Ghost King and Old Spearhead back directly.

For such a long distance, we can just deal with it on the spot and bring back the important parts.

Vesemir saw that Arryn was unwilling to talk about his feelings at the time, and looked at the tragic scene in front of him, thinking that he was traumatized by the fight at that time.

So he patted Ailin's shoulder and walked towards the two meat mountains. At this moment, the sorceress suddenly spoke.

"No, I'll do it."

Before he finished speaking, Ailin and the others had no time to turn around.

"Snapped!"

With a snap of his fingers, the badge vibrated violently.

The two piles of flesh in the pool of blood trembled and slowly sank.

It was as if they were being swallowed by a swamp.

Looking closely, a dark red light could be seen faintly from beneath the bodies of the Water Ghost King and Old Spearhead.

After a while, the corpse that gave the witcher master a headache disappeared from everyone's sight.

It suddenly became quiet in front of Old Spearhead's cave.

After a moment, a cold female voice suddenly sounded in the empty environment.

"Aylin!"

"Compared to swords, doesn't magic seem more useful?"

……

Kaermerhen Castle.

"Chief! Chief!"

Not long after the witcher masters returned to Kaermohen, a drunken witcher staggered over.

"What's wrong?" asked the Chief.

The demon hunter took a breath and said, "We were drinking when a mountain of meat suddenly appeared in the main hall of the castle."

The chief frowned and quickened his pace.

"Squeak~"

As soon as the main castle gate was opened, a strange fragrance mixed with the smell of blood hit us in the face.

The chief sniffed the familiar scent and his steps paused slightly.

He breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head helplessly, and walked into the hall.

A small hill of flesh stood in the center, next to it was a bonfire and a long table where the witchers drank.

The witchers who were supposed to be drinking at this moment were lying on the ground, staggering here and there, as if they had been greatly frightened.

It's no wonder that when anyone is drinking, singing, or chatting with friends, a huge corpse covered in blood will appear in front of them without any warning.

I guess the performance won’t be very good.

Especially since this mountain of flesh was faintly emitting a terrifying aura of oppression, and the alcohol also diffused the demon hunter's perception.

The level of terror is comparable to encountering a demon around the corner.

"First... First..."

The drunk and frightened witchers saw the chief leading a group of witcher masters in and surrounded them.

The chief raised his hand, and the drunken witcher immediately quieted down.

"Don't worry, it's just a joke from Ms. Vera."

"A joke?" The drunken witcher came up, turned his head to look at the mountain of flesh, and was about to mutter something.

A few of his companions who were still sober covered his mouth and dragged him away.

The gray-haired old demon hunter looked at the mountain of flesh in surprise and asked uncertainly:
"I remember that Ms. Vera left with Vesemir and the others, so..."

The chief nodded and said, "Yes, these should be the old spearhead and the Ice King that Ailin hunted."

The demon hunters around were all stunned when they heard this, and the entire hall of the main castle fell silent in an instant.

For a moment, the only sound in everyone's ears was the crackling of firewood.

"The Arlin the Chief is talking about, is that the one I know?" This was the witcher who had drunk with Arlin.

"Where did another Ice King appear from?" This was the demon hunter who had seen the Water King before.

"Who... Who is Ailin?" This was the witcher who was drunk at Kaermorn.

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