How to Increase Critical Hit Rate?

It was noon, and the winter sun was warm.

But the shadows cast by the sunlight through the dead trees in the forest were menacing and eerie, making people feel gloomy and terrifying.

After the battle, Ailin did not rush to sheath his sword.

Holding his sword in both hands, he cautiously walked step by step toward the Jingguan of water ghosts.

He was facing the back of the Jingguan), and all the heads were turned away from him, allowing him to see only the dark red and filthy blue backs of their heads.

There are a total of seventy water ghost heads.

So many heads were neatly piled up, which sent chills down my spine.

"Killer Lake was just cleaned up once, could these seventy heads have wiped out the water ghosts in the lake again?"

Ailin muttered to himself as he walked, interrupting himself with his own thoughts.

To be honest, he was a little scared.

Although I have seen many corpses and killed many monsters.

But such a bizarre scene is truly... something I've never experienced before.

"Snap~ Snap~ Snap~"

The snow in the forest was cleared by leather boots, and the smell of blood grew stronger and stronger. Ailin had arrived.

"Hiss!"

Looking over the half-person-high Water Ghost Tower, Ailin couldn't help but gasp.

In a clearing in the woods, there was no snow, only flesh and bones.

The Jingguan occupied a quarter of the circle.

The abundance of bright red and pale white subtly creates a sense of rhythmic yet maddening beauty.

Those Ghoul must have been attracted by the strong smell of blood and came here to eat.

Obvious bite marks can be seen on many parts of the flesh around the circle.

"Swish~"

Carefully step on the snow and walk to the front.

Ailin's hair stood on end instantly, his hair stood on end, and his whole body tensed up instinctively.

"What the hell is that!" he exclaimed.

Dozens of eyes were fixed on him at the same time.

Even more terrifying are the heads of these water ghosts, which have no intelligence and can't even be described as having emotions, and whose minds are confused, even the Axii Sign cannot find them.

They all wore strange, satisfied smiles.

And no matter where Ailin moved, he seemed to be staring straight at him.

But upon closer inspection, those eyes did not move at all.

"Wrong!"

"Two of them don't seem to be water ghosts!"

His gaze shifted back to the center of the Jingguan a mound of skulls), where two unusual heads stood out.

Blue eyes, pointed ears, gray skin, and a skull-like nose.

One was contorted in agony, the other looked bewildered and lost, quite unlike any other water ghost.

"It seems... it looks like Foglet?"

Suppressing the discomfort of being stared at by more than seventy pairs of eyes at the same time, Ailin took a few more steps closer.

It was indeed Foglet, and it seemed to be the same two he had killed the day before yesterday.

Wrong!

It's not just "seems"!

"Location, quantity, and facial expressions..." Ailin checked them one by one.

It's the same one he killed before!

These two Foglet are his spoils of war.

After the Trial of the Mountains, Ailin led Vesemir and the others to Old Spearhead's cave to move materials.

However, since the Foglet was not a rare monster, and the corpses of the Old Spearhead and the Drowners King were too large, they ignored it.

Before leaving Kaer Morhen today, I had planned to process everything here and take it back with me.

Little did they expect that their spoils would be used as sacrifices by other "people".

Yes.

It's a sacrificial offering!

Ailin tossed the Foglet's mist-transforming arm bone in his backpack.

The identification information indicated the type as "sacrificial implements".

Everything is clear now.

However, there is one thing that Ailin doesn't know yet.

Where did that strange Swamp Hag come from?

After pondering for a moment, Ailin examined the eerie and bloody place again.

However, this can be done from the perspective of the Mirage Pearl, the magical perspective of the Wolf Emblem, or the skill appraisal.

Aside from the gore and eeriness, there were no useful clues here.

Realizing this, Ailin stood up, sighed, and decided to stop wasting his time.

He looked up at the sky; the winter sun was already setting in the west.

"It's getting late, let's put this aside for now. When we meet Lady Vesemir tonight, we'll ask her about the Foglet Arm Bone as well."

Having made his decision, he stopped arguing and turned to walk towards the Circle of Elements.

After walking for a while, Ailin suddenly had a whim.

He turned around and glanced at the altar again, suddenly finding it very familiar.

Think about it again.

A flash of inspiration struck me.

He suddenly remembered the "Ritual: Flesh Giant" he had just obtained from his backpack.

From Ailin's current perspective, this "Jingguan" is different from the ritual magic circle in the cutscene.

But the style, so bloody and intense, is exactly the same.

Ailin glanced at the Jingguan again, then lowered his head and pondered:

"Could it be that this Swamp Hag and this ritual both originated from the same place?"

After leaving that eerie Jingguan, Ailin never encountered any other unexpected events.

He walked carefully, not even carrying the Swamp Hag's corpse for safety and convenience, only its head hanging on his body.

but.

Before reaching Old Spearhead's cave, not a single water ghost appeared.

Standing on the shallow beach in front of the cave, Ailin glanced back at the crystal-clear Killer Lake and the deep, unfathomable forest beside it, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"We've finally reached a safe place."

With even demons, Evil God, and priests appearing, it's hard not to worry that other troubles might arise.

"Bang bang~"

Amidst the clinking of the crystal bottles, Ailin took out a bottle of Cat Eye Potion.

The reason I chose this path today, besides hunting monsters to improve my strength, is also to test this potion.

Unfortunately, the events he encountered were bizarre, strange, and sudden, leaving him no chance to use the peephole.

"Bang~ Bang~ Bang~"

I kicked the rocks on the ground, and the snow stuck in my shoes fell off.

After preparing everything, he entered the Old Spearhead's cave. Following his memory, he took a few steps, and then everything went black.

It was so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

Ailin stopped and stood still.

"Pop! Glug~ Glug~"

The potion is colorless and odorless, and has a warm, soothing taste when swallowed.

"It's like drinking plain water."

The thought had barely formed in my mind when the "cat's eye" in my stomach seemed to be refuting me, suddenly spreading outwards.

"Thump~ thump~ thump~"

As the potion spread, his heart began to beat faster.

Ailin felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his eyes suddenly felt as if they were filled with liquid, causing a sudden increase in pressure.

After instinctively closing my eyes, a flash of white light appeared.

When I opened my eyes again, the pitch-black cave was now lit.

Water was dripping from the stalactites on the cave ceiling, various cracks crisscrossed the rock walls, and small pits appeared one after another on the ground.

This must have been caused by the Old Spearhead stepping on the ground over time as he went in and out of the cave.

Everything in the cave was bathed in a soft glow, as if everything around us was fuzzy, yet it did not impede normal vision.

This contradictory feeling...

"That's... amazing!"

Ailin couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, then a question suddenly popped into his mind:

"How can such a mild and harmless visual effect increase the critical hit rate?"