A Bountiful Harvest!

School of the Wolf?

The Free Anglin Mercenary Group originated from the Anglin region of Temeria, so they were naturally unaffected by the discriminatory attitude of Kedwen towards witchers.

On the contrary, as the leader of a professional mercenary group that frequently travels around, he is no stranger to witchers.

Compared to the cruelty of cats and the ruthlessness of bears, the School of the Wolf is arguably the most renowned and powerful of all Witcher Schools, making it the best travel companion.

And that is indeed the case.

Although the witchers who appeared near the caravan looked very young and there were not many of them, they were light-footed, skilled in swordsmanship, and worked together very well.

They were even more experienced than these veteran mercenaries who had honed their skills on the battlefield for many years.

Upon joining, they immediately mended the collapsing battle lines.

Even their laughter and conversation revealed that they still had the energy to compete like children to eliminate as many Ghoul as possible.

"No..." Looking at the laughing, childlike faces and thin physiques of the nearby witchers, Ryan thought to himself, "They are just children."

Ferocious monsters bared their teeth and glared, children brandished silver swords, and the blood of humans slaughtering each other stained the natural wilderness black...

"There's something really wrong with this world..." Ryan sighed.

"What's wrong?" Dana came over.

"It's nothing..." Ryan felt a warmth in his heart as he looked at Dana's blood-stained face and the two dirty tear tracks that flowed down her face from her worry for him.

Then, gripping his longsword tightly, he said in a deep voice:

"Come on, Dana! The free Anglin has never let reinforcements fight alone!"

"Yes!" Dana nodded vigorously and drew her short sword as well.

"Boom boom boom~"

Another series of explosions interrupted the two who were about to join the battle.

These explosions all occurred not far from the convoy, and the resulting gusts of wind even carried the foul stench of burning and smoke over.

Ryan quickly turned to look.

Familiar azure eyes emerged from the smoke and dust, like a giant dragon hidden in the clouds.

Noticing Ryan's gaze, those blue eyes seemed to glance at him before disappearing again.

"It's him!"

Ryan quickly surveyed the battlefield and found that the exploding monsters had been reduced to less than five by the middle-aged and young witchers' surprise attack.

Thinking of how their mercenary group fought tooth and nail, yet couldn't even manage a one-for-one trade with the monsters, while these two demon hunters were exploding one after another, as easily as crushing ants.

"The School of the Wolf is really powerful!"

The leader of the Free Angels clicked his tongue in admiration, then swung his sword at a lone Ghoul.

However, no matter how strong the School of the Wolf is, there is still a monster larger than several carriages combined, lurking on the edge of the battlefield.

The immense pressure that subtly enveloped the entire battlefield made everyone tremble; even the middle-aged demon hunter from the School of the Wolf dared not confront it directly.

Moreover, that monster could join the Ghoul ' attack at any time.

"The School of the Wolf, just as legend says, is so glorious that it disregards its own safety. But the Free Anglin cannot allow its valiant allies to pay the price of their lives to save it."

Ryan frowned, his thick, dark eyebrows furrowed, and glanced at his brothers around him, who were exhausted from the long battle. His gaze suddenly hardened from hesitation.

"Kill these Ghoul as soon as possible and support the School of the Wolf's reinforcements!"

"The Witcher needs the power of the Free Angelin!"

"Yes, Commander!" the surrounding mercenaries responded loudly.

On the other side.

The Giant Ghoul, which Ryan called "watchful" and "terrifying," stared in astonishment at the battlefield where the situation had suddenly changed in the blink of an eye, its steps faltering.

The idea of running away quickly took over its small mind.

"The Rotfiend is surprisingly easy to deal with!"

Having just dealt with the seven Rotfiend that had huddled together, Ailin sighed inwardly, and with a thought, he once again used illusion magic to become invisible.

He stomped his right foot on the ground and charged straight at the two bewildered, rooted Rotfiend, going against the wind.

With fifteen meters remaining, he quickly extended forward by bending his right index finger.

Igni Fire Sign.

A scorching heat surged from near the heart, flowed through the right hand, and then gushed out.

The flames coalesced into a white-hot serpent, igniting the gas surrounding the monster before even touching Rotfiend.

"Boom! Boom!"

The flower of flames suddenly bloomed.

In the blink of an eye, the two Rotfiend were blown to pieces, their flesh and blood turning to ashes.

Only two dark, smoking craters remained in the original location.

"The Rotfiend are surprisingly easy to deal with!" Ailin remarked again after taking down the last two Rotfiend.

The game's Rotfiend also emphasizes the gaming experience; no matter what skill is used, it will only explode after its health bar reaches a certain limit.

But in reality...

These Rotfiend are practically moving gasoline barrels; they will ignite and explode upon contact with an open flame.

It heats up and explodes even faster than the Rotfiend itself.

Master the distance, and one Igni goes down...

Holy crap!

It was absolutely amazing!

Especially when multiple Rotfiend live together, it's a thousand times more exhilarating than watching the Milo collapse in my previous life.

Ailin was even a little reluctant to leave.

"Ailin! The Giant Ghoul is escaping!"

The Witcher abruptly turned his head toward the Giant Ghoul, his gaze meeting a pair of blood-red eyes.

"Roar!"

The Giant Ghoul opened its blood-red maw and let out a high-pitched roar.

With limbs on the ground and muscles taut, he leaned forward menacingly like a tiger or leopard, as if he might pounce at any moment.

This seems to contradict Vesemir's assessment.

However, Ailin, who had experience hunting Giant Ghoul, knew that this was precisely the Giant Ghoul's bluster and cowardice.

During the last hunt, he made a mistake in judgment. When he saw the Giant Ghoul turn around and assume an attack posture, he immediately stopped and became alert.

Unexpectedly, just as he braked from the high-speed chase, the Giant Ghoul, on all fours, fled at lightning speed with almost no time to react, thus extending the time he had to catch the monster by more than half.

really.

The cunning monster's blood-red eyes darted around, its front paws remaining still while its two hind paws suddenly sank into the mud.

The forward-leaning body must immediately turn.

But why would Ailin suffer the same loss twice in the same place?

"Fir..."

The ancient and elegant syllables echoed in the old battlefield.

The golden-brown ripples, visible only to the Witcher, spread rapidly toward the Giant Ghoul, like waves rippling across a river.

at the same time.

The Mutated Organ at the heart, flowing with magical power, combines with the Divine Power from the brain.

Extend your right hand forward, bring your index and middle fingers together, and quickly draw an inverted triangle.

Axii Sign.

A silver streak, like a tracking arrow, shot into the Giant Ghoul's red pupils.

Almost simultaneously with the golden-brown ripples of the Primal Tongue, they touched the cunning monster.

Unlike Lesser Monsters such as water ghosts, Ghoul, and Rotfiend, Giant Ghoul possess intelligence.

Those with wisdom can be influenced by the Axii mind seal.

Moreover, just in case, Ailin also used the Primal Tongue, which could forcibly reduce hostility.

really.

Under the combined attack of the sign and the roar, the Giant Ghoul, which was originally ready to escape, suddenly stopped.

"No danger~"

Through two channels, the Witcher transmitted the same thought.

Before the Witcher could exert any further influence...

The Giant Ghoul head, covered in black spikes, drew two circles in mid-air before crashing into a rusty metal tower shield and falling into a deep sleep.

"Bang!"

It was as if the great bell of an ancient temple had been struck.

The "bell" did not awaken the Giant Ghoul, but it caused all the creatures on the battlefield to instinctively look in the direction from which the sound came.

"What happened to that monster?"

After a moment of hesitation, Ryan slashed and killed the Ghoul, whose right hand and left leg had been severed and whose connection had suddenly been severed due to the Giant Ghoul's strange behavior.

"I...I don't know..." Dana, who was standing next to Ryan, also looked astonished. "It seems...it seems to be because of that blue-eyed witcher?"

After exchanging a blank look, the two of them almost simultaneously looked at the Witcher who was closest to them.

But they found that they were also staring wide-eyed, seemingly quite surprised by what they were seeing.

"Roar~"

However, their surprise only lasted for a few seconds after the Giant Ghoul fell into a deep sleep, and the rest of the Ghoul collectively crashed.

A few seconds later.

All the Ghoul seemed to have gone mad, roaring as they charged toward the Giant Ghoul, forcing everyone to do their best to stop them.

Although I don't know what method that blue-eyed witcher used.

However, it is quite obvious.

That Giant Ghoul is definitely at a disadvantage; we must not let these Ghoul go over and disturb it.

The battle reached its climax.

The raging Ghoul was panting heavily, its eyes bloodshot, and its aggression was extremely strong. Even the young demon hunters who were already skilled in hunting methods couldn't help but be alert.

However, everyone would occasionally glance at the heart of the battlefield.

"Snap snap snap~"

The leather boots silently stepped over the potholes in the ground, the rotting bones, the rusty swords and shields...

The monster did not wake up until the Witcher walked quietly to the Giant Ghoul's massive body.

It was as if this old battlefield was a safe, warm, and stinking lair of Giant Ghoul, and the cold, rusty iron shields were its favorite pillow made of human bones...

Tranquil and harmonious.

But at this moment, the Ghoul had gone completely mad.

"Roar~ Roar~ Ah—"

The monster's roar was deafening, echoing across the old battlefield, as if trying to awaken the Giant Ghoul.

They paid no heed to the silver weapons of the witchers and mercenaries, and with blood gushing from their severed limbs and entrails spilling from their wounds, they raced toward the Giant Ghoul.

The demon hunters and mercenaries who had missed the monster were shouting and chasing anxiously from behind.

Ignoring the noise behind him, Ailin stood in front of the Giant Ghoul's neck.

The hideous maw was taller than him, slightly open, exhaling a foul stench.

At this location.

If Giant Ghoul were to suddenly awaken, it could swallow him whole with a single bite.

"Phew~"

The Witcher let out a long breath and made a thought.

Demon Hunter

In that instant, time slowed down, and the Giant Ghoul seemed to sense the danger. Its dark, iron-like eyelids trembled, as if struggling to wake up from a nightmare.

But it was too late.

Elsa flashed with a sharp, cold silver light, its tip pointing directly at the gloomy sky.

"Whoosh!"

The blade slashed through the air with a sharp, forceful sound.

"Pfft—"

Rough skin, intricately detailed muscle fibers, blood vessels, bones...

"Roar--"

The intense pain and sense of crisis caused the Giant Ghoul to suddenly widen its bright red eyes and roar mournfully.

Dark red blood gushed out like a fountain, shooting at least three meters into the air.

The Giant Ghoul just struggled.

"Bite!"

[Demon Hunting] Progress 100%.

The indifferent System Notification sounded, then abruptly stopped.

"When--"

Elsa's sword struck the rusty tower shield.

The spiked head crashed to the ground, rolling several times before coming to a stop.

He took a few steps back, dodging the headless giant corpse's waving claws as it received the final signal of its struggle.

Ailin watched as the Giant Ghoul's struggles grew weaker and weaker, sending dust flying across the ground.

"When did large monsters become so easily beheaded? They didn't struggle at all, willingly offering up their heads..."

Vesemir, who had just arrived from the other side of the battlefield, was somewhat dazed.

He could tell that Ailin had used the Axii Sign.

This mind-controlling sign is indeed remarkably effective against intelligent monsters like Giant Ghoul.

But at most, it can only be controlled for a second during combat, and the time will be even shorter if affected by external forces.

Which Axii Sign can put Giant Ghoul to sleep instantly?

He's still not awake even after his head slammed hard against the steel...

Vesemir found it somewhat unbelievable.

"Could it be because of the syllable shouted when casting Axii?" the Witcher Master recalled. "If that's the case, Ailin has truly come up with another remarkable technique!"

The mercenaries and demon hunters who were chasing the Ghoul were stunned when they saw Ailin's dashing figure.

"Witchers... need the power of the Free Angelin?" Dana glanced at her captain instinctively.

Under the helmet, Ryan's face was flushed.

After the Giant Ghoul was killed by Ailin, the morale of the group soared, and they quickly wiped out all the remaining Ghoul.

"Bite!"

[Slay the Lv59 "Giant Ghoul" Monster Horde!]

[Rewards Settlement: Victory over the enemy, base rating D, kill above level +3 to C, decapitation strike deterrence +3 to B, victory against overwhelming odds +3 to A]

Final rating: A

[Loot obtained: Giant Ghoul Heart Essence Fluid, Ghoul Heart Essence Fluid *37, Rotfiend Heart Essence Fluid *8, Experience Orbs *12, Giant Ghoul's Chest *5, Ghoul's Chest *5, Rotfiend's Chest *5]

[Combat Points Gained: 1510 (Ghoul 10*37 + Rotfiend 20*7 + Giant Ghoul 1000*1)]

[Ding! The "Rotfiend" monster has been activated in the Monster Bestiary]

[Ding! Hunting Quest: Rotfiend (0/100 Rotfiend) has been activated. Accept?]

The bells of harvest rang in his mind again. Ailin opened the Witcher's Handbook and casually accepted a new hunting mission.

Then, after glancing at the negative comments, his eyes were filled with joy.

This joy is not only because the number of monsters is greatly increased with the A-rank rating, but also because the quantity of Essence Fluid, Experience Orbs, and treasure chests is very considerable.

Combat Points are enough to upgrade a LV2 skill to LV4.

More importantly.

This time, Ailin didn't rely on any magic potions, but only on his own strength (the "Demon Hunter" was just a safety net and didn't actually work), and easily killed a large monster.

Just over a month ago, he was being lured around by this monster.

I have to say, this kind of extremely noticeable improvement in strength is really exciting!

"Pfft~"

Thinking about how to allocate the loot and Combat Points, Ailin took out a dagger from his waist and began collecting materials from the Giant Ghoul's body.

Although this kind of dirty work could be assigned to other witchers, since Giant Ghoul Giant Ghoul are quite rare and their marrow is the main ingredient in Giant Ghoul Decoction, he decided to collect the materials himself while they were still fresh.

At this moment.

A voice suddenly came from behind:

"Excuse me... are you ' Blue Death '... Sir Ailin of Arland?"