The ice giant stood on the ground, wielding the anchor of his weapon like a windmill. The violent force that had continued from ancient times to the present rampaged through the lower level of the castle, tearing off all the walls and pillars.
Let the Aretusa Palace, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, collapse!
The warlocks had to thank the giants instead. The unexpected change of venue broke the Wild Hunt's formation, and indiscriminate disaster enveloped everyone.
Among them, it was the Wild Hunt, whose team was relatively intact, who suffered the most serious injuries in the landslide.
Eredin got up from the ground in a daze, and only scattered remnants of the Wild Hunt guards around him were left.
He grabbed Francesca, who was staggering beside him, and before he could say anything angrily, a dark shadow suddenly rushed out from the smoke and dust not far away.
"The Wild Hunt! In the name of Grand Master Ivar the Evil Eye! In the name of the School of the Serpent!"
This figure was as solid as a violent bear, yet as agile as a poisonous snake. He brandished the snake-headed long sword in his hand, relying on brute force to tear open the armor of the Wild Hunt soldier, but turned around and walked away after injuring the wound.
Before the frightened Wild Hunters could celebrate their survival, their faces under their helmets turned purple and they fell to the ground twitching.
Reso was killing people with maximum efficiency.
"Red Knight, enemy attack!!"
The nearby wild hunt dogs rushed towards Letho, but saw the snake demon hunter open his hand, and a torrent of scorching flames erupted like a volcano, forcibly suppressing them back; and under the cover of flames and high temperature, a man covered in dark golden protection rushed out.
Gede ignored all the claws coming at him and shouted enthusiastically, "Well done, Reso!"
He rammed straight into the enemy like a chariot, and with a "boom", the remains of the wild hunting hound flew everywhere.
Not far away, Kaiyan was dancing nimbly among the crowd. These heavily armored knights were not very friendly to his abilities.
So he took out a string of magic-blocking gold bombs.
"Boom boom boom--" The Wild Hunt Warlocks felt dizzy. The red-eyed cat tore through the smoke, and the slender weapons in its hands nimbly drilled into the gaps in the armor.
Suddenly, a gust of wind dispersed the magic-blocking gold smoke, and the attached energy cannon also knocked Kaiyan out in mid-air, avoiding the sneak attack of several arrows.
Cohen retracted his left hand twenty steps away, feeling the biting coldness released: "I can do it too. This is a seal with frost..."
Regis flapped his wings and transformed into a humanoid beside him, pointing at Viggo Fortz not far away: "Are you interested in another fight, together?"
"Of course." Cohen touched his knees with an indifferent expression.
…
Geralt threw a piece of rubble away, pulled a pinned sorceress free, and swung his sword to block the Wild Hunt's heavy blow. The next second, bright emerald light flashed on his body, like the sun in the darkness.
And then a person who was more dazzling than the sun appeared beside him.
The demon hunters withdrew from the battle and moved towards this side as soon as possible.
"Have you all found your opponents?" Lann shook off the bloodstain on the sword in his hand. He had just completed a round of harvesting nearby.
He looked around, from left to right: Geder, Letho, himself, Geralt, Cohen, and Kaiyan.
Bear witcher, snake witcher, lion witcher, wolf witcher, griffin witcher, cat witcher.
"We've just warmed up and are waiting for your order." Someone murmured softly.
Not far away, the light of torches could be seen faintly, as if representatives from various countries were beginning to bring their people over.
Lann smiled and said, "Let's get started. Don't let your prey be snatched away from you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lann rushed out first.
In front of him was the panicked Francesca and the solemn-looking Eredin.
"That's him, the son of the ancient bloodline, the descendant of Laura Doron, Lann Lannister Rayanron!"
There was no need for the elven sorceress to explain much. The surging chaotic energy and unique aura from Lann were constantly irritating the Wild Hunts.
"Catch him!" Eredin roared madly.
The only remaining Wild Hunt warlocks waved the huge magic crystal on the top of their staffs together, and the blizzard in the air seemed to have consciousness and gathered towards the center of the field.
The temperature dropped rapidly, and even the wild hunting dogs around the battlefield were affected and frozen into ice sculptures.
Those are elemental creatures born from snow rocks!
Lan En was not afraid. He took a deep breath and raised his left hand.
The power of countless potion effects gathered at the fingertips, and the power of [Addiction] squeezed from the venom mixed with the enhancement of [Magic Guidance].
Warlocks need to draw on the chaotic energy around them to cast magic, but Lann only needs to vent the power in his body.
[Alder Seal·Bone-piercing·Magic Explosion·Addiction·Magic Guidance]!
In an instant, all that was left in front of everyone's eyes was white.
An ancient glacier descended upon the world, greedily absorbing all the temperature around it. Buildings cracked directly, ice crystals condensed in the air, and the storm pouring out from the Wild Hunter's hands was swallowed up without any chance of fighting back, and turned back to cover its own spellcaster.
Can ice freeze ice? Can such a ridiculous thing happen?
Eredin murmured to himself: "White Frost... is coming?"
Armor, human body, staff, magic crystal, all turned into ice crystals equally at this moment, and then were torn into ice cubes and shattered all over the ground due to the shrinkage and compression inwards.
A pure white vacuum channel appeared in front of Lann, and the air was extremely cold. After a brief contraction, the temperature of the entire Thaned Island collapsed towards this channel, trying to make up for a little warmth, but the result was that the entire palace, the islands around the palace, and the waves outside the islands were all covered with ice.
…
Gos Velen.
The dwarf banker's fingers were flying, and the table was piled with draft papers used for calculations.
He shuddered suddenly and looked around in confusion.
He opened the window, looked at the sky, and watched the ice flowers slowly falling: "Is it snowing?"
…
The surviving Brotherhood warlocks stared at the scene in amazement, and for a moment they forgot how to speak.
They were warlocks, and the one in front of them was a demon hunter.
"What kind of magic is this?" someone said to himself.
"This is not magic... it's a seal." Tissaia's face was pale, both because of the use of [Alzu's Thunder] just now and because of what she saw before her.
"This is the seal of the demon hunter, the seal of the Lion of Cintra..."
…
Lan slowly withdrew his left hand.
With one strike, his sigils covered back more than ten high-level warlock-level Wild Hunt mages, killing them all.
Just one strike, and the aftermath alone, changed the aura of the entire Thaned Island, and incidentally changed the climate of the nearby port city.
One strike and the battle lost its suspense.
The increase in strength surprised even him. Even if it was a lion fighting a rabbit, he would still do his best. Even if it was just to harvest the remnants of the Wild Hunt, he would summon dragons and ice giants to raid the formation. Now it seems that it is completely unnecessary.
Lann was even a little afraid that those warlocks he wanted to win over would be killed by his seal.
Suddenly, he looked up as if he realized something.
Above the sky, Eredin held Francesca in his arms, and the naked skeleton horse staggered and stepped on the ice crystals while running in the air.
"Hurry up and open your portal and return to the Land of Armorwood!" The elven sorceress screamed madly, "Whether you use the power of white frost or communicate with the sage, you must open the passage now!"
With the Wild Hunt mages blocking the way, Francesca seized the last critical moment to open the portal, and was then carried into the portal by Eredin, barely escaping the most deadly ice storm.
Even now, she continued to cast short-range portals in front of Eredin to keep distance from Lann.
"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!!" the valley daisy screamed madly.
In just a moment, they were even far away from the location of Thanedd Island, and only a distant black dot remained in the air.
Lann looked into the distance expressionlessly, drew out his sword, and gestured the distance.
The next second, a bright emerald light lit up on his body, and the speed of time slowed down in front of him.
【Flash】
The distance of an island was instantly erased, and any place within sight could be reached in a flash.
A royal blue portal has been summoned in mid-air, with endless cold currents pouring out of it. The Wild Hunt leader is about to step into it with the valley daisies!
With the [Blink] skill, Lann even has a few seconds to think about his next attack.
Use the seal? No, no, I have already used it.
Then let's try the body enhanced by skills.
So Lan swung his sword.
“Woo—Crack—”
…
"Ancient...blood." The last bit of blood foamed out of Viggofortz's throat.
And the remaining blood in his body had been consumed by Regis.
Cohen wiped the sword in his hand with a cold face, and suddenly heard exclamations one after another.
He looked up and saw the direction where the Wild Hunt had left. All the clouds, the moonlight at night, and the sky were split by a huge sword mark.
The screams, cries for help, and voices of comfort were all taken away from the Island of Thanedd at this moment.
In the silence, a bright emerald light flashed, and Lan appeared in the messy scene.
He scanned the area and quickly locked onto the target.
…
Tissaia had forgotten how many twists and turns this night had seen, but she knew the one before her might be the most significant.
"First of all, please allow me to offer my apologies, Ms. Tissaia." Lann was still so polite, "Too much happened tonight, and we all lost a lot - especially the Brotherhood."
Tissaia shuddered violently. She had not had time to accept the changes in Thaned Island, but at this moment she knew that there would be no Thaned Island in the future.
"Thank you... for your condolences, Lord Lannister. Without your help, no one knows where this night would have gone."
The headmistress whispered, "But as you can see, we need some help now... Your generosity is well known in the North. I wonder if you can give some to the Brotherhood..."
"Let's talk about this later. The most important thing now is to count the losses and rescue the wounded." Lann said softly, "I will give the warlocks all the help they need."
Tissaia was silent, she realized that the Brotherhood might not be able to be saved.
"Thank you." But she could only say this after taking a look at the ice crystals around her and the clouds in the distance that had not yet closed.
Tishaya touched her necklace and suddenly asked, "Is Francesca dead?"
Lan nodded: "The elves need to change their leaders."
"What about the Wild Hunt? Those are the Wild Hunt, right?"
Lann chuckled and didn't answer. He glanced at the warlocks around him and suddenly asked, "It seems that there are fewer people here?"
…
The owl flapped its wings panickily in mid-air.
A bolt of lightning suddenly struck it, causing it to sway and spin in the air before falling to the ground in a frustrated state in the form of a human.
"Alto! What do you want to do?"
The short and fat member of the wizarding society emerged from his invisible state sinisterly and stared at the embarrassed Philippa in front of him.
"I need the protection of Redanian soldiers. I want to leave this island!"
"There are no Redanian soldiers left here! And you actually want me to protect you? How dare you, a traitor from the North, not run away when you see me?"
"If there are no soldiers, then tell me a hidden teleportation point that only you know! It must be the kind that can lead to leaving the magical blockade of this island!" Alto gritted his teeth, "Stop talking nonsense! Are you loyal to the North? You just want to usurp Tissaia's position and gain more power!"
"And you're running away too! I'm sure your crazy plan must have offended a lot of people, and you need to leave urgently. Take me with you, I promise...Who!"
Alto Terranova swung out a bolt of lightning, which hit a small bomb head-on, and dark green magic-blocking gold powder immediately exploded.
Alto breathed a sigh of relief: "It turns out to be just a demon hunter."
House appeared in the sight of the warlocks.
He took out another bundle of demon-blocking gold with his left hand and drew out the lion-headed long sword with his right hand. He didn't look at Alto, but just stared at Philippa:
"Philippa Eilhart. On December 4, 1264, you poisoned the Lord of Lannister who was visiting the Oxenburgh, committing an intolerable offense against the Lord."
"At the same time, you teamed up with the warlocks Vigfortz and Lyons to set a trap and used magic to control the guards of Lord Lannister, using this as a threat to force the Duke to participate in your so-called 'plan'. This is shameful coercion."
"In summary, you are guilty of murder, poisoning, and assault. Do you admit to these charges?"
Philippa widened her eyes in absurdity: "You? Lannister's guard? You want to judge me? Even if I did all this, what qualifications do you have to judge me? Even Lannister..."
"Very good, you confessed." House said coldly, "Then - in the name of Lord Lann Lannister Rhaanron, heir of the ancient blood, the Lion of Cintra."
"I, House Linewich, sentence you to--death."
"Do you have any last words?"
"Alright, alright, this is a farce." Alto's hands condensed with magical fluctuations, "Kill him, he's just a demon hunter, let's move on..."
A bone-chilling voice sounded behind him.
"You'd better not disturb him."
Alto's body froze.
Jielong stood behind him, looking up with emotion, watching the clouds slowly gathering in the sky and feeling the coldness emanating from the frozen layer around him.
Next to Jaron is Kelda.
"He is Lann's servant, and he is fulfilling his duties. And Lann is my student, a witcher from the Griffin School."
"Lan is great, isn't he? He really took up the banner of the Griffin School... No, he took up the fate of the entire Demon Hunter Order." Kelda said softly, "I never dared to imagine such a situation. Especially... after you joined forces with the warlock to destroy the Kel Siren."
"Your name is Alto Terranova, right?" The demon hunter from the Griffin School showed a wave of energy in his hands that frightened the warlock. "We also have some things to finish between us. You know what they are."