Wooden walls can protect against wild beasts and robbers.
But it is helpless against powerful magic.
The ice ball easily tore through the wood, forced its way in, and then exploded with a bang - the frost power contained in it burst out, and the entire room was covered with a thick layer of frost from the inside out.
The sneak attack was successful.
But as Ileris looked at the quiet house, he felt an indescribable meaning in his heart.
Quiet, too quiet.
Even if my little plan succeeded, it shouldn't have happened like this.
The magic that I asked the navigator to release had more control effect than damage effect. Even if they were not on guard, that magic could not kill them.
But why is there no reaction at all?
Imlerith waved.
A group of Wild Hunt knights rode their horses, ran to the front of the house, and looked inside.
"Lord Imlerith, there is no one," a Wild Hunt called out.
No one?
Imlerith was stunned.
He turned and looked at the two scouts.
The two Ain'el elves looked confused; this situation was also beyond their expectations.
I clearly came here last night to inquire about information, and they live here.
Whoosh—
Suddenly, there was a deafening noise coming from the woods.
Countless arrows shot out like meteors.
ambush?
Imlerith's brain was working rapidly. He waved his hand without saying anything. The navigator beside him raised the staff in his hand. The gem on the tip of the staff emitted a faint luster, and a huge, transparent magic shield opened, intercepting the arrows.
The other Wild Hunt knights tightened their reins, gripped their swords, and prepared for battle.
They have all been through many battles and have the most basic ability to distinguish the battlefield.
This massive arrow...
In the woods opposite, there was an army with at least one hundred archers.
Imlerith raised his hand.
"Charge!" He pointed forward.
The Wild Hunt Knights found it difficult to understand this order - after all, judging from the number of arrows, the number of people on the opposite side far outnumbered their own. However, they did not hesitate at all, showing extremely high combat qualities, and charged forward on horseback.
Imlerith led the charge.
He is brave and good at fighting. No matter what kind of war it is, he is always the one charging at the forefront.
Arrogance and pride are labels that cannot be removed from him.
But that doesn't mean he has no brains.
On the contrary, he is very smart.
A person without brains may become an excellent general or a good knight, but he will never become an excellent commander like Imlerith.
Eredin told him that the sorceress around the witcher mastered a strange magic.
These arrows should be magical effects.
He didn't believe that such a large group of people could be hidden in that small forest.
It is even more unbelievable that such a large team would be so extravagant as to shoot so many arrows after confirming that they only have seventeen people - even the Ain El elves would not be so extravagant in war.
Horses' hooves trampled the mud and hammers crushed the bushes.
Hidden in the darkness was not the expected large army, but a gigantic, steel-colored fist.
Imlerith was stunned and incredulous.
How did it come about?
The fist was huge, taller than a giant, and it was swung in the air with great momentum, smashing towards them hard.
The woods couldn't hide anything that big.
They didn't see it either.
However, now is not the time to study such things.
If the fists fall, they will all turn into meat patties cans.
With a snort——
On horseback, Imlerith disappeared, and a second later, he appeared on the fist, swinging the hammer in his hand and smashing it down heavily.
With a loud bang, the iron fist broke into pieces, and fragments flew everywhere.
When it is not so large, it poses less of a threat.
The pilot put up a barrier, bouncing off the debris.
“Ancient Blood.” Imlerith landed nimbly, and his shield knocked away a piece of debris that was heading towards him. “And that demon hunter, I know you are here, come out.”
Fainted!
In response to him, there was a red light.
Imlerith reacted quickly, blocking with his shield, and the spell rebounded with a bang.
A flash of white light.
Using teleportation, he appeared where the red light came from, and smashed down with a hammer that was several times bigger than a human head.
With a clang, Harry blocked with his sword, and the Disillusionment Curse was lifted, revealing his true form.
Imlerith was very strong.
Even in terms of pure strength, Harry was no match for him. The hammer was struggling to press down, so he twisted his body and let his sword slide to relieve the force.
"Monster hunter." Imlerith grinned. "You really gave me a fright."
"Where's the Ancient Blood?"
Behind him, a sharp sword wind suddenly stabbed towards his neck.
Ilerith turned around, raised his shield, and blocked it: "So it's here."
Ciri's assassination attempt failed and she was almost knocked away by a shield.
On the Wild Hunt side, the two navigators raised their staffs and cast magic, also of the frost variety, but the power did not seem to be as strong as that of Caranthir.
The knights also began to charge again.
"Hermione." Harry said a name.
Not far from him, the Disillusionment Spell was lifted and the witch chanted a spell.
A piece of rubble turned into a vine and was lifted up by the levitation spell.
A simple combination of spells for the greatest possible effect.
The Wild Hunt failed to notice, and even if they did, their horses were unable to react and were tripped by the vines, falling to pieces.
"Ciri." Harry read out another name, "You go deal with those knights, I'll take care of this man."
He looked toward Imlerith.
Unlike most Ain'el elves, he is taller and stronger. The hammer seems to weigh more than a hundred pounds, but it can be easily wielded in his hands.
Skills are important.
But for a fighter, physical fitness is the most important thing.
A hammer weighing more than a hundred pounds cannot be compared with a sword weighing four or five pounds.
"You're going to fight me alone?" Imlerith looked at Harry and said in a playful tone, "Witcher, you are in for a very funny joke."
"I've fought with you guys before."
"But even if I use some magic potions to transform myself into something weird..."
"The ending was already determined."
He swung the hammer and smashed it hard at Harry.
Harry didn't dare to take the attack head-on. Hermione and Ciri were too close, so he retreated deeper into the quagmire to distance himself from the battlefield.
The hammer hit the ground, and there was a slight vibration under my feet.
"Aren't you going to deal with me?" Imlerith chased Harry without hesitation, "Witcher, why are you running away?"
Harry didn't answer.
He estimated that the distance was about right and waved his wand lightly.
Stuck in the mud!
The soft ground beneath Ilerith's feet became sticky, and his own weight, as well as the weight of his armor and weapons, caused him to sink deeply into it. In just a blink of an eye, most of his body was deeply buried, and the mud and smelly water submerged his chest.