Ailin Was Happy When They Came in Groups
"Quack quack quack!"
The monsters' noisy cries shattered the tranquility of Killer Lake.
Ailin drew Elsa and held the sword at mid-section.
Its slender cat eyes quickly scanned left and right, memorizing the surrounding environment before warily looking ahead.
"Swish swish swish!"
The snow was trampled and dented, and three water ghosts rushed out of the dense forest at the same time.
The trees obscured their view, but several blue figures could be vaguely seen following behind them.
"There are at least ten water ghosts!" Ailin estimated.
The quantity is a bit too much.
"It's just a water ghost, we can fight it." Ailin's expression turned serious.
The three closest water ghosts had already rushed within two steps and were about to pounce on Ailin.
Instead of retreating, he advanced, striking first.
Take advantage of the fact that these three water ghosts are separated from the monsters behind them.
He stepped forward with his right foot and charged, infiltrating the midst of several monsters before the water ghosts could react.
A spin.
"Whoosh!"
A flash of silver light instantly severed the heads of three water ghosts.
Blackish-red blood, steaming hot, splattered onto the pure white snow, melting the snow and ice.
They quickly retreated, dodging the attacks of the two monsters.
The water ghost's claws were only a hand's width away from Ailin's face.
But he felt no unease whatsoever.
He spun around, and a silver light fell.
He spun around again, and the silver light fell once more.
From a distance, Ailin's figure resembled a dancer on ice, elegant and skillful.
In the stillness and the movement, dark red blood was splattered.
In this vast wilderness and snow-capped mountains, a red carpet is laid out to adorn the stage for Ailin's sword dance.
moment,
The six water ghosts were already lying on the cold, hard "red carpet".
Ailin didn't even catch his breath.
"Cool!"
He couldn't help but let out a long howl.
The level 3 School of the Wolf Two-Handed Sword did not play a significant role during the Trial of the Mountains.
To deal with Old Spearhead and Drowners King, Ailin's main means of attack is the two monsters themselves.
He only needed to hide to the side and quietly ignite their hatred for each other with the Ice Lance Spell, thus balancing their strength.
There's no need for overly advanced swordsmanship.
but.
This time it's different!
The School of the Wolf's swordsmanship was created by the School of the Wolf's demon hunters in order to hunt demons.
Rotation, as the core of swordsmanship, is essentially based on anticipation.
Before you spin and use the power of rotation to build up momentum for your sword, you should anticipate the position of your target after you spin.
That is why he was able to behead someone with a single sword strike.
Therefore, this is a swordsmanship technique built upon hunting experience.
The more monsters you kill, the more proficient your swordsmanship becomes when dealing with those monsters, as if you've gained a special attack skill tailored to that monster.
These effects are reflected in the skills.
Wolf School Two-Handed Swordsmanship: LV1 mastering the movements; LV2 mastering the center of gravity and footwork; LV3 instilling a wealth of experience in dealing with common monsters into the brain and muscles.
Therefore, Ailin killed very smoothly.
Flowing like clouds and water.
The thrill of this kind of power boost is truly... indescribable.
In short: If the monsters are really weak, hordes of them will make Ailin happy.
The water ghost wouldn't stop and wait for Ailin to get ready just because of his exhilarating howl.
The seven water ghosts following behind rushed over with a "quack quack quack," showing no fear despite the death of their companion.
Ailin judged the distance accurately, bent his right middle finger, and pushed forward sharply.
Alde Sign.
Although his wave seal was only at level one, the psychic power he released could not blow away the water ghost like Vesemir could.
However, if it's just about disrupting the balance, that's more than enough.
A transparent and invisible mental force was released from the palm.
Several water ghosts, looking menacing, stepped onto the blood-stained, frozen snow. With a little mental force, they tripped over each other and fell to the ground.
Even Ailin was worried about slipping while wearing special winter leather boots, so how much better could a slimy water ghost be?
There's obviously a reason why you don't see water ghosts in winter.
Ailin strolled leisurely and quickly calculated the route for the decapitation.
"Snap~ Snap~ Snap~"
Non-slip leather boots stepped on the snow.
The Grim Reaper is approaching for the water ghosts!
"Wrong!"
After Ailin killed two more water ghosts, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.
It is indeed very difficult to see active water ghosts in winter.
Although they do not need to hibernate, the low temperature will reduce their physiological activities and minimize their hostility towards other organisms.
Moreover...
Killer Lake was just cleaned up once, so where did all these highly aggressive water ghosts come from?
He had only made a slight sound as his boots stepped on the snow when suddenly a large group of water ghosts surged towards him.
Something's not right!
Something's not right!
Thinking this way, my relaxed nerves suddenly tensed up.
Ailin maintained his original decapitation strategy.
The Witcher's senses are fully activated, keeping a close eye on changes in the surrounding environment.
really.
Just as he beheaded another water ghost and cut Elsa down to her next prey.
"Buzz!"
The Wolf Emblem hums.
A snowball the size of a human head suddenly came flying from Ailin's side.
"Swoosh—"
The wind howled, and the snowball flew at a speed far exceeding what a normal snowball should have.
Fortunately, Ailin had already been on high alert.
Without hesitation, he abandoned the remaining four water ghosts, bent down to the side, and hid in the dead tree.
"Bang!"
The snowball slammed into the dead tree, causing it to shake violently, and the snow-covered branches fell to the ground.
The snow-white outer shell was shaken apart, revealing a core of silt mixed with Little Stone.
If Ailin were to be hit by that snowball, he wouldn't die from his constitution, but he certainly wouldn't feel good.
Ailin squinted and looked in the direction the snowball had come from. A hideous humanoid monster appeared between two large trees.
Although she was squatting on the ground, she looked only two-thirds the height of Ailin.
Judging from his size, he was at least two meters tall, with several bones tied to his arms and bony protrusions growing on his back.
With protruding sharp teeth, pale white eyes, and hair like tangled seaweed, she looked like an ordinary old woman from a distance.
Upon seeing Ailin, blackish-yellow saliva flowed from between the monster's sharp teeth, indicating that it had been starving for a long time.
"Swamp Hag!"
Ailin recognized the monster instantly.
The first lesson in Monster Economics "that Vesemir taught him was "Water Ghosts and Swamp Hag," so he had some knowledge of these monsters.
"No wonder these water ghosts are so active; it turns out there's a demon controlling them from behind."
Fortunately, this is snow, not a swamp.
Swamp Hag are bulky and slow-moving on land; they can only move quickly in swamps and water.
It's probably because of the slow movement and Ailin's rapid kill that we were a step behind the first two waves of water ghosts and couldn't coordinate well.
Otherwise, if they took advantage of his predicament with the water ghost and suddenly attacked from behind...
All right!
That should be fine!
After all, he still had the LV3 Quen Shield on him.
"Croak! Croak! Croak!"
Ailin looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the four water ghosts had adjusted their postures and climbed up from the dark red snow, shouting angrily.
"Huh?"
As soon as Ailin's gaze shifted from the water ghost to the Swamp Hag, he exclaimed in surprise, his expression instantly turning serious.
The Swamp Hag has vanished.