Atop Mount Baldur, Temeria.

Ciri crossed her arms, holding a long sword with a swift head carved on it behind her, and glanced at the four children in front of her one by one.

Sitting at the front was a boy who looked no more than three or five years old. He was wearing a sky blue shirt with a small fleur-de-lis badge on his left chest and a deerskin belt.

He also had golden hair that was as bright as the dawn sun and sparkling green eyes.

The other three were all girls, who looked a little older than the boy. They all had light green exotic skin, and were forced by Lan to wear linen dresses. Their eyes were clear and innocent, with the tranquility of the deep jungle.

[Take a deep breath, Cirila Fiona Iren Rayanlun. ] Ciri held her chest and said to herself in her heart.

Take a deep breath, at least Lane only brought the children here, their mother still didn't have the courage to appear in front of him.

Ciri comforted herself like this, but her teeth were clenched tighter and tighter.

The bright emerald light flickered and went out. As soon as Lann stepped on the ground and looked up, he felt a strong pressure.

The four children shouted various names and ran towards Lan, hugging his thighs. Although their births were accompanied by various accidents, the concepts brought from the previous life made Lan always full of affection for his bloodline.

But suddenly he didn't dare to move.

Ciri stared at Lan for a moment and snorted coldly.

"How's the war going on the front line?"

Lann heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this question: "We have already rushed into the front battlefield, and we just need to fight steadily from now on. I temporarily called Geralt and the others back, and now they are preparing to raid the hinterland with Yennefer and the Griffin Knights."

Ciri frowned: "I remember we took the water route?"

Lan nodded. "This time Uncle Easter and Kratz will lead the team. When they were young, they personally plundered the Golden Tower City and are very familiar with the route."

Take the sea route and approach the mainland to shorten the straight-line distance, and then wait for the right time to launch an air strike.

Ciri's frown relaxed: "Grandpa and his men will not miss this best opportunity to counterattack Nilfgaard."

Seeing that Ciri's expression had eased a little, Lan also relaxed.

But after thinking about it, Lann hesitated again: "Regarding how to deal with him... have you thought about it?"

Lann did not say who the other person was, but he and Ciri both knew who the sentence referred to.

Ciri tightened her fingers: "If your plan goes well, he may die today, and I won't even see him - this is the best ending."

"But if he survives... Honestly, Lan, I haven't made up my mind yet."

Seeing Ciri biting her lips until they turned white, Lan sighed and held her hand. It was a warm touch like soft jade.

Three girls and a boy all looked over here with curiosity and inquiry. The boy even looked at the girl next to him, eager to imitate her.

Ciri's pretty face turned serious, and she immediately pulled her hand back: "How to deal with Emhyr is a matter for after we win. What we have to do now is to win!"

"Of course, of course—my Queen."

"We will be ready and wait for you to come back, and then everything will proceed as planned." Ciri took a deep breath, "You must come back."

Lann's expression became serious and he nodded solemnly.

He flipped his left hand and took out a long spiral horn. The [Crossing] skill in the system began to flash at the right time, and a road across the two worlds was built in the dark.

Then, a bright emerald light flickered like the sun, and then went out.

Ciri gazed fondly at the last glimmer of light disappearing from the spot.

Then she turned around and the children had just taken down their arms that were covering their eyes.

My father disappeared, and only this woman was left.

What should we call her?

Looking at four pairs of clear eyes, Ciri sighed and sat down cross-legged.

"Tell me about it... What are your names? How old are you? What have you been learning during this time?"

…

With a "crack", the steel greaves crushed a skull.

Lann lowered his head, and under his feet was naturally the place where he was teleported to the secondary world last time. The bones that were still fresh at that time had now become as brittle as sand due to the erosion of time.

Lann frowned. Three years had passed, and there was no unicorn threat. How could the Ain El elves here not know how to collect the bodies of their companions?

If it could be said before that they were the temporary defeated party and did not have time to collect the bodies, it would be a bit hard to understand why they left their companions' bodies exposed in the wild after so many years.

But Lann soon relaxed his brows. This kind of Ain El Elf was actually a good thing for him.

He calmed down, and soon large spots of light appeared in his consciousness - these were the marks of his [Crossing] skill.

There were more than ten points of light gathered together, which were the unicorns. Lann sent them to carry out the plan, so he would naturally set up protection for them. During this period, in addition to the war, he also shuttled between the two worlds from time to time, and at the same time used the follower panel to ensure the safety of the unicorns.

He was still worried that these elves would really lose their minds and dissect the unicorns alive.

Fortunately, everything went well and none of the unicorns encountered any accidents.

Lann calmed down and watched an isolated point of light approach the unicorns, and then began to tremble, as if the bearer of this mark was bursting with strong emotions.

Then the light spot ran in one direction at an extremely fast speed, stopped, and remained motionless.

"Very good." Lann smiled with satisfaction.

…

Eredin moved quickly through the palace corridors with a gloomy look on his face.

He kept recalling the scene he had just seen:

The elven sage Avallac'h and other elven trainers washed the unicorns' bodies gently, and although the unicorns resisted strongly, they did not avoid the elves' touch.

Their attitude softened, and they were no longer as aggressive towards the elves as before.

Eredin even saw a unicorn begin to communicate telepathically with the elves!

"It's a hoax, it's a hoax!" The leader of the Wild Hunt moved menacingly through the corridor, his eyes spitting fire.

Other soldiers might be able to tolerate it, but as the commander of the Wild Hunt, he absolutely could not accept the situation where his former prey became his friend!

He soon arrived at the central gate of the palace, where two soldiers blocked his way.

"Eridin is a loyal friend, let him in." Before the herald could announce it, a voice came from behind the door.

The soldier bowed to Eredin and turned the doorknob.

There was no one in the room. I could see everything inside: a book and an old malachite carafe on the table, intricately carved bas-reliefs, pleated curtains and floral tapestries on the walls, and a statue in one corner.

The first impression one gets is that the owner of this house is a knowledgeable, elegant, but not pretentious man.

There was no one in the room, but the balcony was very crowded.

A long table was placed there, filling up the space completely. The servants were sent away, for the Alder King preferred to be alone.

Eredin glanced at the long table, which was filled with a rich array of food, including more than a dozen kinds of vegetables, as well as mushrooms that were fried, stewed, and dipped in sauce.

Eredin had eaten these dishes before, and he knew that some of the white mushrooms were as thin as leaves and had a soft and delicious taste, while others were brown and black, fragrant and meaty. The rose wine that went with the meal was light in taste.

But these could not attract Eredin's attention. What he cared about was the cup of magic potion on the left hand side of the Alder King. The residual liquid in it still glowed with a little fluorescence.

"Unicorn blood has a detoxifying effect and is good for your body." Eredin lowered his head. "But even so, you shouldn't take unicorn blood while..."

"Okay, Eredin, I know." The Alder King shook his head slightly, "But I am in pain, and you know that."

Another thing that caught Eredin's attention was what was in front of the Alder King. At this moment, the Alder King was using a knife to gather the white powder and then separate it into two long strips. He picked up a silver tube from the table and inhaled the powder into his nose.

First the left nostril, then the right nostril.

Then he put down the silver tube, and his hands were white and slender, with long fingers. He looked up at Eredin who came to his side and repeated, "I am in pain, and you know why."

The Alder King was very slender and looked very tall. He wore a black jacket and a pair of traditional elven high boots with a row of buckles on the side. His long gray hair fell over his sloping shoulders and flowed down his back.

His eyes should have been as clear as molten lead and filled with unspeakable sadness, but now they became dim and turbid, filled with tears.

Eredin lowered his head: "I disappoint you."

The King of Alder, Oberon Mushitazi, the father of the first ancient blood Laura Doron, and one of the only two elven sages of the Ain El. He is the hero who led the Ain El to cross the world and find a new home, and he is also the culprit who caused the Ain El to be trapped in the cage of the Second Dimension.

No one knows how long he has lived. His face is still as delicate as that of a man in his thirties or forties, but the temperament he exudes reminds people of a decaying cemetery all the time.

"But I want to make up for my mistake." Eredin said in a deep voice.

"You have done it." The Alder King waved his hand. "It has been three years... We have finally found the unicorn again. There is hope for Ain El again."

"No, it was Avallac'h who did it, and he was wrong," Eredin said solemnly, "and I hope to get us back on track from where we have strayed."

…

Avallac'h had already noticed Eredin's arrival and departure, and with his meticulous mind, he naturally understood what the Wild Hunt leader was thinking.

There have always been differences between them, and these differences have become more and more serious after the destruction of Eredin's army - or rather, they have become more and more serious unilaterally on Eredin's part.

Avallac'h never deliberately targeted Eredin, and he was not keen on power struggles.

"Please keep an eye on this side for me." Avallac'h ordered the elven knight beside him, then turned to look at the tallest unicorn.

"I hope to talk to you next time I come." The Elf Sage said in a deep voice, "Otherwise, the problems that must be solved between us will never be solved."

He left the habitat specially designated for unicorns and followed Eredin to the door of the king's bedroom.

"Eridin is in there, right?"

…

"Avallac'h is here. Do you want to meet him?" The Alder King smiled at Eredin. He was very understanding now.

"We cannot bear your kindness. In fact, I am here to oppose him."

This means that he is unwilling to see her. The King of Alder nodded without commenting: "As expected."

"Avallac'h chose to keep unicorns in captivity and even wanted to reach a so-called cooperation with them. This is very unrealistic in my opinion." Eredin went straight to the point, "He has many legitimate reasons, and those reasons are indeed very convincing."

"But none of this can hide one thing: the uncertainty of the relationship between unicorns and us!"

"Strip off their materials and equip ourselves with them. The ability to travel through time and space will be mastered by Ain El again. Even if the power is weakened after stripping, it is worth it!"

"And if we let the Unicorn open the portal in the form of 'cooperation', then the key power will be out of our control. We don't even know whether the Unicorn has set a trap for us in advance. Sending more troops to the new world will only cause more losses!"

Eredin's expression was sincere, and his voice was as strong as steel: "I still stick to my idea: kill half and keep the other half for breeding. Even if this means reducing the number of our soldiers who can fight across space by half, it is definitely worth it. The key power must not be exerted by other races..."

Before Eredin could finish his words, the Alder King opposite him suddenly widened his eyes in surprise.

The Elf King with cloudy eyes looked back at the silver tube on the long table and almost thought he was hallucinating.

I saw a bright emerald light rising above Eredin's body.

Then Eredin felt the weight of a mountain being pressed down upon his shoulders by a hand.

"Very inspiring speech, Eredin. To be honest, I am even beginning to admire your keen intuition."

"As for you... in a sense, you are my ancestor." Lann's gaze passed over the motionless Wild Hunt leader and looked at the Alder King with cloudy eyes behind him.

At the same time, white powder and silver tubes were also seen on the long table.

Oh, what a pleasant surprise.

With a whoosh, a crossbow arrow pierced into the Alder King's shoulder, and immediately a special potion mixed with metal powder penetrated into his flesh and blood. Black meridians and blood vessels followed closely behind and burst out from the skin under the black jacket.

The Alder King fell back into his chair with a thud.