An ice-blue portal appeared in mid-air, and Eredin was thrown out heavily by the cold wind.

He lost his mount, his skull helmet was nowhere to be found, his armor was cracked, and the wounds were covered with ice.

The black armor was covered in blood, some of it his own and some of Francesca's.

Eredin danced in the air for a while, and then slammed heavily to the ground under the influence of gravity. Fortunately, there was a lakeside embankment under him.

Huge splashes of water occurred, and he felt countless lake muds filling up his armor, while his internal organs were trying to vomit out of his mouth.

Eredin shuddered violently, not knowing whether it was because of the cold lake water, the pain in his body, or the pair of dark golden lion eyes that could not be erased from his mind.

Very embarrassed, but still alive.

But soon after, Eredin's joy of escaping was swept away because he saw two snow-white horses drinking water on the lakeshore.

Their front paws were in the water, and now they raised their heads because of Eredin's movement, with lake water dripping from the corners of their mouths.

What made Eredin feel cold all over was that on the top of the heads of these two "horses" - both had spiral horns as long as their forearms!

"Damn it, unicorn!" The Wild Hunt leader reached behind him and suddenly pulled out his greatsword, but was shocked to find in the next second that only the hilt of the sword was left.

Yes, the Ancient One broke his own sword with that blow.

Fortunately, the unicorn did not lower its head and charge immediately after seeing Eredin's embarrassment, but turned and ran away after a neigh.

They were frightened away, but not because of Eredin.

There was the sound of hooves from behind, and as it got closer, there was a unique singing voice. Eredin breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to see a cavalry.

Instead of the hideous skull mail of the Wild Hunt, they wore mail made of impossibly small steel rings that clung to their bodies like wool; beneath their mail the riders wore red jackets and plumed helmets, and cloaks of various colors fluttered behind them, bright reds, tans, and purples that reminded people of the evening sky.

Most of these riders had black hair, except for the leader who had golden-gray hair. The leader was not a knight either. He wore a long robe and a thumb-sized emerald necklace with a gold-backed relief. A staff hung on the side of his horse.

They stared at each other, and both sides fell into silence.

It took a while for the silence to be broken by Eredin.

He pointed to the unicorns going away and said, "Avallac'h, what's wrong with them?"

"There's something wrong with the Alder King's body, so we had to take some blood from the unicorn leaders. This has made them rather irritable recently."

"I bet you took the big guy's life when you took his blood." Eredin spat fiercely, "You should hunt more. Unicorns have more practical methods than blood. They can help us open the portal more conveniently, and now we need..."

"This is not the time when we first came here, Eredin." Avallac'h shook his head. "What's the matter with you? I thought you would stay on the other side longer, and there would be more people around you when you come back."

"If I hadn't sensed that your portal was opened in a place where it shouldn't be, I would have almost not led the team here in the first place - then you would be in danger."

The Elf Sage asked softly, "What happened?"

Eredin's body trembled violently again, which surprised Avallac'h. He couldn't imagine what could have frightened the leader of the Wild Hunt so much.

"Francesca is dead, and the Ain Sid tribe needs a new leader." Eredin swallowed, "My Red Cavalry was wiped out... Only I am back."

"The son of the ancient bloodline... the bloodline in his body has awakened to a terrifying degree. He is only a human, but he did it..."

Not only Avallac'h, but the elven knights behind him also began to get agitated because of Eredin's words. The elven sage immediately realized that something was wrong, and the leader of the Wild Hunt had lost his composure.

So Avallac'h stopped Eredin from talking immediately, and with a flash of magic, his figure moved from the horse's back to Eredin's side.

"You shouldn't say this here. The soldiers shouldn't hear this kind of news... I will take you to the Alder King right now. You still have some time to reorganize the report of this battle."

The elven sage let out a long whistle, and immediately a knight dismounted to help Eredin take off his armor, check and treat his injuries. After confirming that there was no major danger, Eredin was immediately helped onto his horse and galloped towards the palace.

Eredin was in a trance throughout the whole process because he was really recalling the battle he had just experienced.

The fear that had been suppressed with great difficulty surged into his heart again. This was an emotion that Eredin had not experienced in hundreds of years.

Suddenly, he shuddered again, recalling the sword that split everything in sight. Francesca's shield was broken without any resistance, and she died in front of him.

But somehow, he felt that the ancient bloodline son named Lannister was holding back.

Because after killing Francesca, the other party did not pursue the victory, but said something to himself.

“People of Armorwood, go back and tell your King of Alder to prepare.” He still remembered the pair of dark golden lion eyes. “The time when you tracked and captured the Ancient Blood is over. From now on, it is the Ancient Blood’s turn to hunt you.”

What does this sentence mean?

Eredin suddenly touched his chest, and the bandaged sword wound there was slightly painful.

But he didn't know, the knight who bandaged him didn't know, and even the elven sage Avallac'h didn't know: deep in the scar, there was a mark that no one could detect.

The bright emerald light flickered slightly, then fell silent and dormant.

…

Putting aside what happened in the other world, the Ainn El elves who lost the Wild Hunt will no longer be a problem for Lann for a long time to come.

The subsequent impact of Thanedd Island will continue for a long time.

Not to mention the Aretuza Palace which completely collapsed due to the three-way fighting, other buildings on the island of Thanedd also suffered devastating damage.

On the one hand, there was the impact of Lann's magic, but also the Nilfgaardian sorcerers who were fleeing for their lives in the battle, and the Wild Hunt Knights who were scattered by the confident Eredin from the beginning.

Although their main force was defeated in Aretusa Palace in one fell swoop, since all the warlocks who were able to fight were gathered in Aretusa Palace intentionally or unintentionally, the scattered troops still caused a devastating blow to Thanedd Island.

The rescue efforts of the diplomatic missions from various countries were also very slow, but fortunately, the troops of Cintra rescued almost all the students in the magic academy in time, and the situation was not completely out of control.

Many people survived because of this, and they will all be grateful to Sintra.

But no matter what, the base was gone, the organization was disbanded, and the Warlock Brotherhood on Thaned Island became history.

Representatives from various countries in the North who attended the meeting smelled something strange and sensed an opportunity to take advantage of.

Unfortunately, they were just representatives who came to participate in the meeting and had no decision-making power. The Duke of Lannister from Cintra decisively gave the Brotherhood a promise at the first opportunity, providing a safe haven for the surviving warlocks and students of the academy.

At the same time, we immediately started communicating with Temeria and transferring refugees.

By the time the letters were sent back to their respective countries and opened by their rulers, everything was settled.

…

"Is this the big event that Lann has been planning for some time? It's really exciting..."

Kolgrim took the wine glass in his hand and took a sip. The liquid inside was clear and transparent, it was water.

"Geralt, Cohen and the others actually participated in such a grand battle, but among all the demon hunters in the entire cult, only the three of us stayed here waiting for the opportunity to complete the mission."

Kolgrim looked at Serrit and Oaks beside him, and sighed in the helpless eyes of his two snake companions: "But our mission is still a long way off!"

The three demon hunters filled the glasses with water and drank.

It’s not that they don’t like wine, but they need to stay rational at all times.

In front of the three snakes was a simple dining table. They were standing on soft grass and surrounded by bright flowers and plants, as if they were in a huge garden. Behind them stood a huge manor with a fountain rotating in the middle of the road.

But there is not a single butterfly or bee in this garden, nor even the slightest scent of flowers; even the wind has never set foot in this area, as if this is a corner forgotten by the world.

The three members of the Snake Sect didn't care about these things. They just sipped water and stared at an easel three steps away.

There was a canvas spread on the easel, and the colors on it outlined distinct human figures, which seemed to be moving with their own consciousness.

You can even hear a voice, a faint voice saying "His Majesty Henselt has an order."

The three members of the Snake Faction were waiting for their opportunity.

Suddenly, the scene on the canvas changed, and ripples seemed to break the surface of a lake.

Kolgrim stood up suddenly, and bright emerald flames suddenly burned on the canvas, and then a majestic bald figure condensed.

With a bang, Lei Suo fell to the ground. Looking up, he looked at his surprised schoolmates with a helpless expression.

"Reso? Why are you here?" Kolgrim screamed.

Serrit and Ox also gathered around, looking at the new armor on Letho in amazement: "Your second mutation is complete? Is this the powerful armor that Lann mentioned? Can you kill a dragon head-on alone now?"

"Alice comes to see us occasionally these days. She told us about what you and Lan did on Thaned Island. It was amazing!"

These three snakes might really be suffocating. Lei Suo rubbed his head with a headache.

Since the establishment of the Witcher Cult, perhaps because life is no longer as depressing as before and there are more people to communicate with around them, the originally cold-blooded Witcher assassins have gradually gotten rid of the bitterness and hatred caused by the destruction of their school, and their personalities have become much more lively.

Maybe he was infected by those cat-faction people? Lei Suo sighed inwardly.

"You have wasted too much time and haven't completed the task yet." Letho shook his head. "It just so happens that I have resolved the matter with Lann, so I came here to help. So tell me - what troubles have you encountered?"

"After all, we are going to assassinate a king this time." Kolgrim shrugged, "And now that the reputation of the demon hunters is soaring in the North, we cannot use any school-related methods to avoid people associating us with Lann's people."

Serrit echoed from the side: "This has slowed down the progress a lot."

Oaks spread his hands and said, "But our progress is much faster than before."

Lei Suo rubbed his eyebrows, somewhat uncomfortable with the way they spoke in unison.

"What progress have you made these days?"

At this point, Kolgrim became excited.

"Reso! You can't imagine how wonderful it is to use Alice's painting for surveillance. This feeling..." Kolgrim smacked his lips. "There is no boredom and pain in lurking and gathering intelligence. We only need to sit here and monitor the movements in the palace like watching a drama. Palace!"

"At night, we can take turns to rest in the manor, instead of hiding in the chimney or haystack like before..."

Lei Suo felt that he was beginning to have a headache: "Speak to the point!"

"The Kaedweni people hung the painting of our hiding place in the hall. We have used the night time to draw a defense map of the surrounding area, figured out the rotation time of each shift of guards, and found out Henselt's itinerary for the next few days."

"Unfortunately, because this painting is in the hall, we have not found a suitable opportunity to assassinate her. Alice's secret cannot be exposed just because of this one time. We thought that after a few days when the news from Thanedd Island reaches them, there will be a period of chaos in the palace. That might be an opportunity..."

In response to Kolgrim's proposal, Letho nodded repeatedly.

Then he gave a statement that was beyond everyone's expectations.

"We can take action tonight and launch the assassination directly."

The three Snake Clan members were all stunned.

"Now that you have drawn up the map, it is only necessary to know where Henselt's bedroom is at night."

Lei Suo's fingers traced the route: "After you leave the painting, hide yourself first, then set fire to three different places in the palace to attract the guards' attention."

"Try to avoid fighting after you're done, and come back through the oil painting as soon as possible."

"What about you? You don't want to..."

Letho nodded. "I will go find Henselt alone and take his head for Lann."

Kolgrim jumped up immediately. "No matter how crazy Henselt is, he is very concerned about his own safety! We have figured out the defenses in the palace during this period of time. When he was sleeping, there were at least four teams of guards patrolling near his bedroom!"

"Even if we create chaos in the palace, they will only send out one team of guards to check at a time, and the most important twenty people will not go anywhere!"

"Then I will take care of these twenty people." Lei Suo said firmly.

The three snakes were frightened by Lei Suo's confident look.

They looked at Reso. Even though this bald strong man was wearing new armor, his two strong arms were still exposed, and every muscle on them contained explosive power.

Kolgrim looked at the abnormal school leader and suddenly thought of a possibility: "Reso... How strong did the second mutation make you?"

"It's a bit difficult to deal with the guards of the entire palace without using magic signs and poison." Lei Suo said modestly, "So I need you to attract the attention of others."

"And you're going to charge head-on into Henselt's bedroom and kill him, by yourself, through a circle of at least twenty fully-armed royal guards, knights, and even sorcerers?"

Kolgrim was incredulous: "Aren't we here to 'assassinate' the king? We also have to ensure that our identities are not revealed!"

"As long as we don't use the sign, no one will be able to reconstruct that it was the demon hunter who did it." Letho said as a matter of course, "As for the witnesses who might be able to identify me by my size...wouldn't it be enough to just 'assassinate' them all?"