Trapped in a Predicament

"Buzz!"

The School Emblem on Vesemir's chest also began to tremble violently.

Ailin subconsciously circulated the magic power within his body, extending his right hand forward to draw a triangle in the air.

Quen Sign!

A pale golden light shimmered, clinging to the glossy leather armor.

"Um?"

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

At this moment, only the middle-aged knight drew his sword from his waist, while the other two young knights shouted in alarm.

"Watch out, a monster is coming!"

Seeing the golden light of Quen on Ailin's body, Vesemir breathed a sigh of relief and quickly shouted to the three knights.

"Clang!"

Ailin raised his right hand and, in a flash, drew Elsa's Silver Sword from behind his left shoulder.

The blade traced a gleaming semicircle in the air before hurtling towards the young knight named Bowen beside him.

"These monsters are indeed up to no good!"

"The witcher was just shouting about monsters to distract them!"

Bowen cursed inwardly and quickly drew his knight's sword.

But it was too late; Elsa's silver sword had already slashed down from below.

The sword, gleaming with a cold light, was as sharp as a razor, and its smooth, mirror-like silver blade instantly reflected the ugly terror on his face.

At that moment, a thought suddenly popped into Bowen's mind.

"I still have to inherit the title of Viscount, how can I die at the hands of a witcher apprentice?"

"Clang!"

The next instant, the silver blade collided with a strange short-handled scythe right in front of Bowen, producing a metallic clang.

sickle?

Why would there be a sickle here?

The young knight, who had just escaped from the clutches of death, was somewhat dazed.

"Bowen, are you out of your mind? Draw your sword!" The middle-aged knight's roar brought him to his senses.

Bowen instinctively drew his sword and turned around.

The monster, draped in a dark yellow hood, floated in the air like a ghost, holding a lantern with a pale flame in one hand and a sword, axe, and scythe in the other.

The kid he thought was just an ordinary witcher apprentice had somehow become entangled with a cloaked monster.

Yet even such a bizarre demon couldn't subdue that apprentice.

"Ailin, watch out, it's a wraith... Damn it... How can a wraith appear in broad daylight?" Vesemir's loud shout finally came.

"Rest assured, Master Vesemir," Ailin called out.

At this moment, he no longer had the energy to think about the young knight's complex psychological state.

Six demonic spirits suddenly appeared in the narrow passage, which was about thirty or forty meters wide.

Vesemir was facing three, Ailin was facing one, and the three knights were facing two.

"Swoosh~"

A flash of green light.

The two demonic spirits in front of Ailin vanished instantly.

Oh no! It's a demon spirit appearing... He was terrified, as this was the first time he had encountered such a bizarre skill in reality.

The next moment, I suddenly heard a whooshing sound behind my head.

Without a second thought, Ailin instinctively rolled forward, dodging the short-handled scythe that the demon was slashing at him.

Immediately afterward, taking advantage of the intervals between the demonic attacks, he channeled his magic power once more.

While remaining vigilant against the demon's next attack, he systematically channeled his magic power to the ground.

The Yrden Sign.

In the blink of an eye.

A mysterious magic circle, shimmering with a faint purple light, emerged from the overgrown ground.

In the game, the weakness of the demon spirits, which can transform into ethereal forms at any time and teleport like a teleport, is the Yrden Magic Trap.

really.

Even the LV1 Yrden Sign slows down the movement speed of the spirit by at least one-third.

Seizing the opportunity, Ailin pounced on the monster restrained by the magic circle in a few steps, spinning and leaping like a top.

The demon spirit was surrounded by the glint of swords and the sound of blades cutting through the air.

Ah~

A hoarse, drawn-out howl, as if a hole had been torn in its throat, burst forth from the demon's mouth.

But this did not change its fate in the slightest.

"Hiss~ Hiss~ Hiss~"

In the blink of an eye, Ailin had slashed the demon spirit three times.

Every time Elsa's sword struck the monster, the point of contact between her and the spirit produced a boiling sound like molten iron being poured onto ice and snow.

At the same time, a burnt smell of corpses wafted over.

This is the violent reaction caused by pure silver touching a ghostly or demonic creature.

Soon, the demon's body became much dimmer.

He was about to press on and eliminate the demon to support Vesemir, who was fighting three demons alone.

At this moment.

"Ah!"

"Fago!"

The sounds of human screams of pain and the anxious shouts of the middle-aged knight reached my ears.

Ailin glanced sideways.

Three steps away, a young knight named Fago was slashed in the back by a demon wielding a longsword, leaving a gaping wound half a finger deep. He screamed and fell to the ground.

If it weren't for the standard leather armor of the King's Guard protecting him, he would surely be dead by now.

However, Fago's situation was not optimistic at this time either.

The middle-aged knight and Bowen were both too busy dealing with the monsters that appeared everywhere to show their backs.

They were caught off guard because they were unfamiliar with the characteristics of the demon spirits, and the monster took advantage of their momentary lapse in attention.

Vesemir lured the three wraiths to a corner.

Although he used the Aiden sign, which was far superior to Ailin's, to firmly control the three monsters, he kept cutting down their health bars with each strike.

But it would definitely be too late to arrive and rescue them.

Therefore, the only person in the castle who could save this young knight Ailin.

But... should he go and save them?

"Tap~ Tap~"

In a few strides, he lunged at the young knight Fago and pushed him away from the demon wielding a longsword.

These knights can die, but at least they cannot die in front of Vesemir and Ailin.

otherwise.

Even if the consequences are entirely their own fault, Ailin and his group will still face significant trouble.

At least I can complete the Red-haired Elf's quest; finding the human couple's request is definitely out of the question.

Therefore, Ailin must be saved.

"Hmph~"

A cry of pain.

Fago was pushed away from the battlefield.

After the wounded were eliminated, both knights breathed a sigh of relief and focused on dealing with the demon's attack.

Even with a bizarre ability like teleportation, a demon spirit is not difficult for a well-trained elite of the kingdom to deal with.

For a time, a balance was achieved on the other two battlefields.

But Ailin is in big trouble!

After dodging the gleaming demonic sword with a somersault, and noticing another flash of green light in the corner of her vision, Ailin could only roll to the side again to avoid the slash of the short-handled scythe.

He then stood up, looked at the two demon spirits in front of him, and quickly took two steps back.

However, the sword-wielding spirit disappeared again in the next second, Ailin could only roll to the side once more.

The two spirits' continuous attacks left Ailin no time to crouch and use the Yrden Sign, completely disrupting his attack rhythm.

Roll, sidestep, lunge forward, retreat.

The weeds on the ground were snapped by sharp blades and trampled, releasing their juices.

Ailin is now restricted to dodging!

He was still unfamiliar with the attack rhythm of the demon spirits. If it were a water ghost, even if there were three times more, he could still handle it with ease.

Ailin harbored resentment in his heart.

The high frequency of battles had already exhausted him.

"This won't do. I must find an opportunity to deal with one of the demon spirits first!"