Ghoul-Troll Spirit!
The long, drawn-out prayers echoed through the dark cave, over and over again.
From the second time onwards, ethereal echoes respond, the true voice and the echoes overlap, and the echoes crash against the chaotic stone walls, shattering into even more sounds of praise.
On the ninth repetition, it is as if hundreds or thousands of people are praising and worshiping together, and the dark cavern is transformed into a magnificent cathedral in an instant.
In the corner before the ritual altar, the Witcher felt as if countless people were bowing in prayer around him.
Its sound pierced through solid rocks and reached the sacred place.
This strange feeling only disappeared as the echo gradually faded away.
at the same time.
The three ritual figures of the young girl, the pregnant woman, and the old woman also shone with golden light from the edges.
And the girl's ritual circle, like a lit fuse, gradually dimmed.
The Witcher immediately understood.
Once all the lines of the Sangi Shien have faded, the concealment effect will be completely finished.
"It's not that simple after all..." Ailin sighed, having not yet seen the goddess's appearance.
Obviously.
Meritellie's Concealment Ritual alone is not enough to truly connect with the goddess, nor can it be used to pray for a bountiful harvest.
"Oh well, if I can't get a chance, I can't get a chance..." Ailin got up and walked towards the center of the cave. "At worst, I'll just collect more treasure chests and go straight to the Temple of Melitele."
"Ding-dong~"
Take out the crystal bottle containing the blood of the Rock Troll from the reagent bag.
He then took out a bottle of White Honey and drank it directly to remove the night vision effect and toxins from the Cat Eye Potion.
The faint light emitted by Meritellie's Concealment Ritual was enough for the Witcher to engage in a fierce battle.
Moreover, judging from the faint light of the ritual array, the effect will last for about two hours.
There is plenty of time.
"... Giant Ghoul Decoction... Blizzard Potion..."
"... Big Stone and Mountain Stone have warned us... if a large group of hostile Rock Troll arrives at the Conjunction of the Spheres... just run straight to Big Stone's camp... and let them subdue their kind..."
"... The portal's coordinates have also been located in the Circle of Elements... Even if the tremors from the celestial conjunction cause a landslide, we can still leave..."
After carefully and quickly checking it again to make sure nothing was missed.
"Pop~"
The cork of the crystal bottle was opened.
Despite the passage of time, the strange blood droplets of the Rock Troll had not dried up after being separated from its body; they were still rolling around in the bottle.
"Hopefully a few more Rock Troll will come!" the demon hunter muttered to himself, turning the crystal bottle upside down.
The blood droplets quickly slid down the smooth inner wall.
[Ding! Quest Complete: Summon Rock Troll I (Collect Rock Troll Blood 20/20)]
[Rewards: 50 Experience Orbs, Monster Bestiary - Rock Troll]
[Ding, Quest: Summon Rock Troll II (Collect Rock Troll Blood 0/50) has been activated. Accept?]
I accepted the task without hesitation.
The next second.
[Ding! The "Rock Troll" monster has been unlocked in the Monster Bestiary. The "Rock Troll" will appear in 59 seconds Conjunction of the Spheres. Please be prepared!]
"Da da da~"
The origin of Conjunction of the Spheres is usually near where the hunting mission is completed.
So as soon as I heard the prompt.
The Witcher immediately ran towards the direction from Old Spearhead Cave leading to the Rock Troll Camp.
While running, he quickly put on the "Night" suit, which provides soundproofing and invisibility.
After Ailin ran to the location that had been prepared in advance...
[... The "Rock Troll" will appear in 10 seconds following the Conjunction of the Spheres. Please be prepared!]
...5, 4, 3, 2, 1
As the countdown ended, the deep, dark cave suddenly fell silent.
The scene before my eyes was a blood-red mass, as if I had just killed a hundred or so people on the battlefield.
[WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!]
[Fluctuations detected at the Conjunction of the Spheres! Fluctuations detected at the Conjunction of the Spheres!]
"Buzz~"
The Wolf Emblem throbbed violently, but because of "Night Color," Ailin's ears could not hear a sound.
now.
Just as the Witcher was waiting for the black hole from the Conjunction of the Spheres to descend, the faint golden light of the ritual array suddenly became dazzling.
It seemed as if a layer of gold leaf had been applied to the entire dim cave.
It was absolutely magnificent.
Immediately afterwards.
The sudden burst of golden light dimmed again, as if it had achieved its purpose.
A black hole edged with gold appeared silently and suddenly, and a translucent golden sphere seemed to appear in the dimly lit chamber.
Logically speaking...
The summoning quest is not a hunting quest; you don't need to kill anything, you only need to draw blood.
Therefore, the monsters that come from the Conjunction of the Spheres should not be completely hostile like the Drowners King, the Giant Drowner, and the One-Eyed Serpent Giant.
But it was the first time, after all.
It's unclear whether what was transmitted from the Conjunction of the Spheres was Rock Troll that can transform into friend or foe, or simply an enemy.
Therefore, Ailin simply didn't set up any harmful traps, such as the Yrden Magic Trap.
But his hand remained on the Giant Ghoul Decoction and blizzard potion in the reagent bag.
"Roar roar roar~"
A roar, tinged with rage and fear, emanated from the golden sphere.
The next second.
In the center of the Old Spearhead Cave, six burly figures, each about two people tall and slightly hunched, suddenly appeared.
After examining it closely, the witcher immediately removed his hand from the reagent bag.
"It really is Rock Troll!" Ailin breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to remove "Nightfall" and get up to lure these potential allies of the demon hunters toward the Mountain Stone, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
The "stones" behind those "Rock Troll" seem to be a different color.
Some... some look like verdigris and iron filings.
Of the nearly twenty trolls in the Rock Troll camp, none seemed to be like that.
Even though the Mountain Stone was many times larger than other Rock Troll, the large rocks on its back, arms, and shoulders were the color of ordinary gray-white stones.
"Could these be some kind of ' Metal Troll '?"
The demon hunter, unsure whether there was a natural hostility or close relationship between different types of trolls, was bewildered for a few seconds.
"Never mind, they're all trolls anyway, let's take them to the Rock Troll camp first."
Having made up his mind, Ailin quickly took off "Nightfall" and got up.
But in this instant.
The situation has changed again.
"Knock knock knock~"
The Metal Troll that were teleported over were not affected by the forced stun from the Conjunction of the Spheres. Instead, after appearing in the cave, they were stunned for about two seconds before scattering in all directions, regardless of where they were.
It was as if some monster was chasing them.
The golden sphere where the Conjunction of the Spheres did not disappear, which slightly slowed down the Witcher's movements.
"What's going on? Are there still trolls that haven't come out yet...?"
Before he could finish speaking...
"Sizzle~"
A chilling roar came from the golden sphere.
Immediately afterwards.
A strange green light flashed, causing the Witcher to instinctively close his eyes.
When I open my eyes again...
"Roar~"
The Metal Troll screamed in terror.
Where the golden sphere disappeared, stood a gigantic monster emitting an eerie green light.
"One-Eyed Nekker?"
The Witcher was stunned for a moment, utterly astonished.
No!
It's not One-Eyed Nekker!
Ailin shook his head.
Although its body was also enormous, reaching all the way to the top of the cave, it also emitted a green light, resembling a ghostly or demonic creature.
The two scarlet, menacing eyes also held intense hatred and hostility towards the living.
You can take a closer look.
Two feet, two unique beady eyes, and green lumps piled up on its back...
If it were a different color, it would look exactly like another Mountain Stone.
The monster's four-toed claws were gripping a struggling Metal Troll.
"Roar~"
The Metal Troll screamed in terror.
The sound startled the other Rock Troll; some turned back to try and help, while others quickened their pace to escape.
Just then.
"Hiss~"
The monster lifted the Metal Troll, opened its huge mouth, and let out a long hiss.
The Witcher felt a sudden wave of dizziness, as if his soul was being forcibly pulled from his body by the strange noise.
In the shaky vision, the captured Metal Troll went silent almost instantly.
The four toes, which had been struggling violently, drooped limply and swayed with inertia.
A large monster seems to have died just like that!
Now.
The already terrified Metal Troll completely lost control of their emotions.
Even those who wanted to come back to rescue them were at a loss and scrambled to escape. Three or four of them even fled in panic towards the Old Spearhead Cave, the only dead end.
"What kind of monster is this?"
The Witcher donned "Nightfall" once more and gave an assessment to the monster that stood still, seemingly digesting the soul of Metal Troll.
[Name: Ghoul-Troll Spirit]
[Level: LV69]
[Attributes: Strength?, Agility 48, Constitution?, Perception?, Mysticism?]
Good heavens!
His level was nearly twenty levels higher than his, and his attributes had four question marks.
However, we can fight!
Ailin thought to himself.
The Ghoul-Troll Spirit's level and attributes are far superior to his, but just by hearing its name, you can tell that this troll, which looks like Mountain Stone, should be from the same series as the One-Eyed Nekker of Elland.
Although, due to the urgency of the situation, Ailin was unable to identify the attribute panel of the One-Eyed Nekker.
However, when the battle ended, it was shown that the level of the One-Eyed Nekker was 74, which was five levels higher than the monster in front of them.
However, Ailin's current strength has improved by another level compared to when he was young.
It's more than enough for both inbound and outbound travel.
"Roar~"
"Roar~"
"Roar~"
Panic and fearful roars echoed through the cave.
It was unclear whether the Ghoul-Troll Spirit had already finished digesting the Metal Troll's soul, or whether it had been disturbed as its prey scattered and fled.
It reopened its scarlet eyes, opened its gaping, pitch-black maw that seemed to lead nowhere, and chased after the nearest Metal Troll.
Upon witnessing this scene, Ailin, who had just compared their strengths and was preparing to hunt, could no longer stand still.
Grass!
There were only six Metal Troll summoned in total, and one of them was gone in the blink of an eye.
These trolls were all demons he had prepared for the School of the Wolf; how could he let this monster feast on them!
"Buzz~"
Balmor trembled restlessly in the scabbard on his back.
Without hesitation, Ailin drew his sword and, under the influence of "Night and Color," blended into the environment, moving silently but at an extremely fast speed towards the Ghoul-Troll Spirit.
at the same time.
The Giant Ghoul Decoction, and a blizzard raged; two bottles of potions were instantly swallowed.
His eyes shimmered with a deep blue light, and the veins on both sides of his forehead were bulging, making him look like a ghost or god.
At this moment.
The Ghoul-Troll Spirit's enormous body, once as large as a small mountain, was now less than twenty meters tall.
Nearly half of the Witcher's field of vision was filled with an eerie green light.
"Roar roar roar~"
The Metal Troll screamed in agony, shouting in terror.
It seems the Ghoul-Troll Spirit has captured another troll.
However, the Witcher didn't care about that anymore.
Demon Hunter
Time seemed to slow down in an instant, and emotional fluctuations were suppressed to a minimum.
At this point, due to the proximity.
All the Witcher could see was a vast expanse of green.
The distance between them and the Ghoul-Troll Spirit was less than ten meters.
Just in time...
The Witcher's mouth opened slightly.
The golden energy that permeated the blood suddenly mingled with the four-colored magic power flowing from the veins and surged upwards.
"Yir..."
Heaven and earth began to resonate, and a wild and powerful roar broke the "Night" seal, causing the stone walls of the Old Spearhead Cave to tremble.
Dust and gravel from the stone wall swirled, scattered, and permeated the air.
Ailin's figure was forced out of his concealment, like a furtive follower of the Way of Roar that is forbidden to him.
Amidst the dust and mist, a sudden burst of immense pressure halted the Ghoul-Troll Spirit.
The Metal Troll ' screams and howls abruptly ceased, as if they had been forced back by the demon hunters' roars, or as if they had encountered a greater natural enemy than Ghoul-Troll Spirit, making them dare not utter a sound and only willingly offer their necks for slaughter.
"... ulr..."
Another strange roar rang out.
Raging and savage.
The intense pressure vanished at that moment.
But after the roar ended, the vast cave fell into a deathly silence.
Even the trembling Ghoul-Troll Spirit that was about to turn around seemed to be suddenly frozen in place.
And at this time.
The Witcher also moved within three meters of the Ghoul-Troll Spirit.
He could see nothing at this moment except for the Ghoul-Troll Spirit.
"Phew~"
Scorching heat burst forth from the nasal cavity, as if to ignite the air.
A powerful, even overflowing, sense of energy filled every corner of my body, igniting every cell.
The sword trembled violently.
Even though he was still nearly three meters away from the monster, the demon hunter suddenly felt inexplicably that at this distance, it would be best to swing his longsword.
then.
Balmor stopped trembling and was lifted high.
"Hiss~"
Take a deep breath.
A long sword hovers in the air.
Then...
He swung it down.
In that split second...
"Bang!"
A violent explosion of air rang out, and the energy that filled his entire body condensed in his hands.
In a daze, the magic mixed in with the golden light was naturally drawn out and overflowed from his body.
As the explosive sound rapidly converged on Balmor's ancient blade, edge, and tip, a blazing white light blade shot out.
Moreover, the moment this blade of light appeared, it seemed to be continuously extending...
No! It's not a delay! It's a burst of energy!
In the blink of an eye, it pierced through the Ghoul-Troll Spirit's pale green spirit body.
"Pfft~"
Like a soap bubble being popped.
Then the light blade slid smoothly down from the spirit.
The Ghoul-Troll Spirit was instantly split in two.
"Boom!"
The light blade pierced the ground, as if it had suddenly detonated countless bombs.
Amidst the earth-shattering roar, smoke and debris completely obscured the view.
But it was masked by the loud roar.
Suddenly, a barely audible notification sound rang in the Witcher's ears.
"Ding! [Demon Hunting] Progress 100%..."
as well as...
"Bite"
[Slay the monster "Ghoul-Troll Spirit"!]
[Reward Settlement:...]