The Damn Reckless Elf!

"Of course, we can only cooperate now, can't we?"

Francesca was stunned for a moment when he heard this.

It seems that Ailin didn't expect that Ailin would agree so easily, with a bunch of apologetic and persuasive words in his mouth that were of no use.

"You agreed?" Francesca still couldn't believe it.

Ailin After letting out a long sigh, he glanced in the direction of the cave entrance and said softly:

"You didn't give me a choice... so... yes, I said yes."

Not giving him a choice?

Francesca subconsciously followed the demon hunter's gaze.

The huge cave entrance was blocked by several flames.

Squinting her blue eyes, the elf's naturally sharp vision allowed her to see even more.

The gleaming spears, the shiny leather armor, and the neatly blocked queues...

Obviously, these soldiers are Kedwen's elite troops.

The figure holding a torch that gradually faded away must have reported to the person in charge of the camp that there was an invasion of outsiders.

So before long, there will be many more elite soldiers at the entrance of the cave.

And... she was the one who caused the current situation.

"Hug..."

"No need to say sorry, we don't have much time. After all the guards in the camp are alerted, they will definitely come in to search... So now let's get to the point."

"How are you going to find your target?"

"How do you plan to cooperate when our goals are inconsistent?"

Ailin interrupted.

If apologizing is useful, Francesca might as well go directly to apologize to the soldiers outside.

See if you can let them pretend that nothing happened, ignore them, and continue patrolling as usual.

Of course, he only kept these words in his heart and did not say them out loud.

The interrupted Francesca's tone was stagnant. After thinking for a moment, he lowered his head and said:

"Just hide here... wait..."

"Very well, it seems you don't have any effective plan."

Ailin interrupted again, making Francesca frown, and asked regardless of the little guilt in his heart:

"So do you have a 'working' plan?"

What is the air of a mere demon hunter?

They were all driven in by the guards in the camp. Now that the entrance to the cave is blocked, can't they just hide and wait?

Could he have a good idea?

Francesca is a little aggrieved.

"Yes, I do."

Ailin didn't care about Valley Daisy's unbelievable look. After glancing at the fire at the entrance of the cave, he turned around and walked deeper into the cave.

"Follow me, bold elf..."

Francesca stared blankly as Ailin turned around and walked several steps before regaining consciousness and followed him.

She ignored the offensive name from the demon hunter's mouth and quickly asked, "Where are you going?"

"Go find my human couple, your elf."

"Do you know where they are?" Francesca asked again.

"Yes, I know where my couple is. As for yours, since you want to cooperate with me, elves and humans must be in the same place..."

"How do you know..."

"Hush!" The demon hunter turned back, raised his index finger to his lips, interrupted Francesca's rapid-fire questions, and said, "Don't ask, just follow me."

"I will make up for your rashness just now and lead you to your goal..."

"Before the guards in the camp catch us, before it's too late..."

"..."

Francesca is silent.

A faint purple light enveloped the witcher, making this figure about her height look particularly mysterious.

This demon hunter named Ailin, School of the Wolf, doesn't seem to be very old.

Is he really reliable?

No...

Francesca shook his head to himself.

He should be reliable, otherwise Ioin Savini wouldn't have picked him.

And his skills are also very good.

Francesca instinctively touched his aching right wrist.

Although the two long swords of the demon hunter in front of her were put back into their scabbards, she knew that as long as she made the slightest movement, they would fall.

One of the swords would be pressed against her throat before she could react.

"Francesca!"

While he was thinking wildly, his name was suddenly called out. Francesca was so frightened that he felt as if his throat had been pointed with a long sword, and he quickly took two steps back.

"What's wrong?" Ailin turned around when he heard the strange noise and saw the reckless elf's right hand covering his throat, and asked curiously.

"Nothing," Francesca put down his right hand in panic, "Why did you suddenly call my name?"

"Now that we have cooperated, I think it is necessary to get to know each other's abilities."

Ailin didn't care about Francesca's strange behavior and said:

"Let's start with me first, School of the Wolf Demon Hunter two-handed sword, Quen, Igni, Ald..."

He continued to move forward along the path of the black magic dots while demonstrating his sword skills and various seals.

They didn't know what was waiting for them at the end of the black magic point trajectory. There were three to four hundred elite Kedwen soldiers and knights outside the cave watching eagerly.

He needs to understand the capabilities of his partner.

As for whether his own strength will be exposed, causing Francesca to be disadvantageous to him.

On the one hand, with Valley Daisy's current status as a dazed young man and a fugitive princess, it is really impossible.

On the other hand, even if there will be discord between the two in the future.

As long as Ice Lance Spell is not exposed, Ailin will only pay for information that most forces know about School of the Wolf Two-Handed Sword's characteristics and the effect of the seal.

But he didn't know what spells Francesca knew or what abilities the props on his body had.

So by exchanging pairs, Ailin makes a lot of money.

Francesca watched with curiosity as the demon hunter bent his middle finger forward with his right hand, pushed out a telekinetic shock wave, and then bent his index finger forward...

In an instant,

The dark cave was suddenly illuminated by the hot fire.

It turns out that this is the magic hunter's seal written in the book. It is indeed not very powerful but the casting speed is very fast.

Very suitable for witchers to use with melee swordsmanship.

Francesca folded her arms, her posture was reserved, but her beautiful blue eyes widened, revealing the curiosity and excitement in her heart.

After a while,

Ailin followed the trajectory and Francesca climbed up a rocky slope, passed through the gap in the cave wall, and reached an open area with many tall rocks piled up.

At this time, he demonstrated almost all combat skills except Ice Lance Spell.

then.

After coming down from the rocky slope, he stood there and looked at Francesca who seemed a little excited for some reason.

"What was the ability that made you invisible before?"

Seeing Ailin stop the demonstration, she asked.

Ailin, who had long expected to be asked this question, pulled out the mirage bead from his collar and said:

"That's not invisibility, but an illusion, relying on this magic item."

"Magic props..." Francesca glanced at the crystal clear round gem, nodded clearly, and said:

"It turns out to be an illusion... No wonder the invisibility effect is so rough..."

Francesca Before he finished speaking, the spiritual link belonging to the mirage in Ailin's mind moved, and there was a burst of dissatisfaction.

After a little comfort, he stopped and looked at Francesca intently, waiting for her to demonstrate her ability.

After a "no reservations" demonstration, the underlying hostility and unfamiliarity between the two people obviously faded a lot.

"Witcher, how old are you?"

Francesca asked curiously.

Ailin really didn't expect that the reckless elf would ask such a question. He was stunned for two seconds and frowned:

"Fourteen."

"Wow~"

Francesca thought that Ailin must be young, but he didn't expect to be so young.

Can a fourteen-year-old human... no... a fourteen-year-old demon hunter learn so many skills?

And everything is so skillful...

Francesca's exclamation made Ailin feel inexplicably unhappy, and he asked rudely:

"How old are you, Elf?"

Francesca was not unhappy because of Ailin's tone.

Instead, as if he had put down some baggage and completely relaxed his vigilance towards Ailin, he winked his right eye playfully:

"Anyway, he is much older than you... many, many... little demon hunter..."

Then, without waiting for Ailin to reply, she raised her head proudly:

"Watch it, Demon Hunter..."

"Buzz~"

Wolf Emblem tremors.

"Aine verseos!"

The mysterious spell passed through the black mask and vibrated back and forth in the empty cave.

"Ah!"

Ailin, who was looking at Francesca attentively, suddenly exclaimed and suddenly covered his eyes with his hands.

Between the fingers, a dazzling light flashed on Francesca's right hand.

"You did it on purpose!"

Ailin gritted his teeth and said.

"Sorry, sorry, I accidentally forgot!" Francesca apologized, but there was no sincerity in his tone.

The witchers could tell from the wrinkles on the lips of her mask that this reckless and damned elf must be smiling happily.

She did it on purpose!

Putting down his hands, Ailin frowned.

This place is already deep in the cave, and he has gone around and around many times and passed through several forked roads, so he is not worried that the light here will be discovered, but this attitude...

Ailin found it.

Since knowing his age, Francesca's attitude has become very casual, and she even dared to joke with him, a demon hunter who once stuck a dagger in her throat.

How unpleasant!

Fortunately, Francesca also knew that the situation was urgent. After making a simple joke, he recited the spell again.

"Aenye aen'drean Aenyell'hael... Aenye aen'drean Aenyell'hael..."

This time the spell was chanted for significantly longer than the last time.

"Buzz! Buzz!"

The ferocious Wolf Emblem beat violently on the leather armor.

Ailin became alert and glanced at the lavender shield on his body.

[bite! Your skill: Oterrohp Sign LV1 has been upgraded to Oterrohp Sign LV3 (0/2500)]

[Ding! Your level has been upgraded to level 30, and you have gained 1 Special Skill point. The current Special Skill point is 2 points]

You must not have the intention of harming others, and you must not have the intention of guarding against others.

He and Francesca are just strangers. Although their goals seem to be the same now, they still need to be cautious.

At least prevent this reckless elf from "accidentally" falling on him with the magic that is very powerful just by feeling.

Frowning slightly, he absorbed the relevant knowledge of Oterrohp Sign.

After upgrading to LV3, the color of the lavender magic shield made by Oterrohp Sign suddenly deepened a lot, and the strength at least doubled.

And like Quen Shield, a new effect is added: after successfully defending against an offensive spell, a small amount of magic power can be absorbed from the spell.

That's enough!

Ailin thought to himself.

Then he continued to focus on Francesca.

Francesca's chanting time is very long.

After the demon hunter absorbed all the upgrade knowledge of Oterrohp Sign, it took about another minute before the spell echoing in the empty cave room ended.

Such a long chanting time is basically worthless in actual combat, at least in the cave scene.

However, Ailin remained patient and watched Francesca finish reciting the spell.

This is basic respect.

"Huh?" Ailin tilted his head in confusion and looked at Francesca who was bent over and breathing heavily.

The mantra is finished.

Then what?

Why didn't anything happen?

"Are you missing..." the demon hunter was about to ask.

Then he saw Francesca stand up, raise his eyebrows with his right eye, and then push his right palm towards the largest pile of rocks in the corner of the cave.

"Buzz!!!"

Wolf Emblem The frequency of buzzing reached the extreme.

Um?

Ailin glanced at Francesca in confusion.

Although she was so tired that even her black mask was wet with sweat, she still held her head high, and her eyes were filled with the pride of a child showing off a new toy or new skin.

Then.

"What!"

The witcher looked into the corner of the cave in shock.

Under the huge mountain-like rock pile, a hot red light emerged in a moment.

Immediately afterwards, the entire cave was like a volcanic eruption. The ground shook continuously, and molten magma sprayed out four to five meters high in an instant, falling on the hill like fire rain.

The hot breath surged along the acupuncture point.

At least twenty or thirty meters away, Ailin could feel a burning sting on his exposed skin.

"How's it going, witcher?"

"This is the advanced magic 'Flame Adoration'. Does it suit you?"

A triumphant voice that was completely inconsistent with Kong Gu Qingquan's voice came from behind him.

Ailin did not turn around to respond.

But he had to admit that this magic looked really good.

Completely in line with Ailin's imagination of fire magic.

"It's just that the chanting time is a little too long," he commented objectively in his mind, and then turned around, "Reckless elf, what else can you do..."

At this moment.

"Boom~Boom~Boom~"

There were sudden bursts of strong vibrations on the ground. Even Ailin, who had experienced many earthquakes, had a hard time stabilizing his body because of the sudden incident.

What's going on?

Flame Adoration Isn't it over yet?

Is this spell so powerful?

Damn it!

This reckless elf is playing tricks on me again. He doesn't know to remind me before it's over. Isn't it fun to do it once or twice?

Ailin suddenly raised his head and glared at Francesca who was triumphant... and fell to the ground in a panic.

The blue pupils on the mask revealed extreme confusion and panic.

Um?

Not this daredevil?

That's...

"Roar!"

A terrifying roar came from behind.

Deafening!

The witcher's body suddenly stiffened.

At this time.

Opposite him, the confusion and panic had disappeared from the elf's pupils.

Fear! fear! fear!

This was the only emotion in those beautiful trembling eyes.

The demon hunter turned around stiffly like a rusty clockwork doll. When he saw the owner of the roar, he couldn't help but curse loudly:

"Francesca, you damn reckless elf!"