Hunting the Wild Hunt

"Da da da~"

The rapid sound of horse hooves stopped, and the rugged river bank was illuminated like day by a few incandescent light balls.

"This is it."

This is a statement rather than a question.

Because under the white light, the dripping blood and traces of spell residue were very obvious.

"That's right," Miguel pulled the reins and asked the horse to take a few steps forward, "Is that okay, Vilgefortz?"

"Those monsters didn't know what kind of shielding spell they used. They used Fire Divination and Water Divination on the bloody cloth, but they all failed at the same time."

"I'll try." Vilgefortz didn't say too much.

One of the several light balls that illuminated the river bank fell from the sky and stayed for a few seconds above the traces of spell damage on the ground.

He waved lightly, and the sapphire ring on his right index finger shone with azure light.

The ball of light floating in mid-air instantly spread like mist, covering the battlefield on the river bank.

In an instant.

The light mist turned into two humanoid monsters wearing ferocious skeleton armor, chasing and attacking a wizard.

Seeing that familiar figure, most of the twelve wizards on horseback subconsciously leaned back and tightened their reins.

"Huh~"

In the howling night wind

The white mist turned into pale flames and swooped in, scaring them so much that they quickly covered themselves with magic barriers of various colors.

"Just an illusion."

Vilgefortz noticed the commotion behind him and tapped the saddle with his index finger.

The glow on the sapphire ring dimmed.

The illusion composed of white mist turned into a ball of light again and flew a short distance upstream of the Rixhil River before stopping.

"Huh~"

Many people breathed a sigh of relief.

"Exquisite spell." Miguel looked at the ball of light leading the way and sighed.

Only senior wizards like them can see how beautiful and profound this complex ancient spell is.

"As expected of the source of magic. If it weren't for you, we would have wasted the clues Lian risked his life to bring back."

Vilgefortz shook his head slightly and said nothing.

Miguel noticed that he was looking behind him, so he turned his head.

Under the colorful light of the magic barrier, the wizards had expressionless faces.

There is no avoidance and embarrassment of being discovered, only lifeless silence.

They were all once in the academy and the mainstay of the faction, but because of an illusion...

Eh~

Miguel sighed in his heart, pulled out a smile with difficulty, and comforted:

"Lian can come back even after being seriously injured. As you just saw, these are just two of a group of monsters, and they were seriously injured."

"And we have four high-level wizards, seven mid-level wizards, and one magic source."

A group of people looked at Vilgefortz, and their morale became a little higher.

Miguel turned back and glanced at the light ball suspended in the low altitude. "Can the spell just be released again, Vilgefortz?"

"Although we have the advantage in numbers, strength and status, we can definitely avoid a lot of trouble by knowing more about Wild Hunt's methods."

"Of course." Vilgefortz tapped his index finger, and the sapphire ring flashed.

On the shore of the Rixhil River, a dynamic illusion composed of white mist appeared again.

This time, everyone carefully observed the dynamics of the spell, and two high-level wizards even discussed it.

Vilgefortz also stared at these illusions, maintaining elegance and etiquette from time to time and replying to other people's doubts.

But his eyes, which were watching the evolution of the white mist, were not focused.

To be honest, if it was three days ago.

Even if he had not personally experienced the "Tsunami of Spells", he would definitely have a great interest in Wild Hunt, a legendary creature that caused destruction to the core of the entire wizarding world.

But at this moment, or rather in the past few days...

A pair of ice blue Cat Eyes always appeared, from day to night, regardless of time and place, in the darkness, in the gap of the void, looking at him coldly.

That kind of thrilling indifference, control, and power is so... so charming.

It made his heart beat faster, his blood surge, and his breathing become rapid...

Often when I regain my senses, a layer of sweat breaks out all over my body, soaking my black robe.

He found what he had longed for...

"Vilgefortz..."

Miguel's voice sounded in his mind, as if it was echoing underwater.

Vilgefortz, whose thoughts were interrupted, frowned displeasedly, but he adjusted it just for a moment.

He looked at Miguel and smiled humbly.

"Vilgefortz, thanks to you today, otherwise nothing would be possible."

"After all, I am also a member of Ban Ad," Vilgefortz confessed in his mind, "And His Excellency Senne has promised me enough benefits, even if I failed to complete the task."

"It's just a special situation. The call of the academy is definitely more important. I can't blame you for not catching those demon hunters... uh..." Miguel paused, glanced at the morale around him, which was somewhat negative despite repeated encouragement, and said in a helpless tone, "After I catch up with those Wild Hunt later, I should still have to trouble you to help."

"Yes, I am also a member of the academy." Vilgefortz smiled kindly.

He thought the conversation was over, and turned his head to see how far "Stars of Ilar" had been deduced, when he suddenly noticed that Miguel seemed hesitant to speak.

"What's the matter, Your Excellency Miguel. If you need anything else, just say it, we are all our own people." Vilgefortz said telepathically.

"It's not a request... uh... I'm just curious if you've been studying staff skills recently... I don't mean anything else. When I saw you today, I accidentally saw you training under Sorcerer's Tower..."

Vilgefortz Hearing this, his smile suddenly froze, and his right hand uncomfortably smoothed the non-existent wrinkles on his chest.

When he touched the buttons made of ordinary gemstones, his smile became even stiffer.

"It's not... it's not research, it's just... it's just some hobbies."

"I see, it's a hobby." Miguel didn't notice anything strange about Vilgefortz, and a smile appeared on his face:

"I happen to have a few etchings of stick skills handed down from the Elf Empire. I will give them to you when I return from the mission."

"Then... thank you very much."

"It's just a few books," Miguel waved his hand and suddenly remembered that Wilgefortz was a druid and had never experienced orthodox wizard education, so he warned, "Hobby is hobby. We wizards still have to rely on mental power and magic."

"The stick technique may have been prominent in the elven era, and the academy also teaches apprentices some basic techniques."

"But on the one hand, it is to train the reaction speed of the apprentices. On the other hand, it is because most apprentices are too talented, can learn too few powerful spells, and their spell casting strength and other aspects of quality are too weak. They need to supplement their skills with stick skills to prevent them from being threatened by some mercenaries and thieves."

"After your talent reaches a certain level, the right way to become a wizard is to abandon all redundant abilities and focus on your own spell strengths."

"There are many other ways to avoid being attacked and approached by Melee Profession. Stick technique is the longest and most useless one among them."

"Sorry, I'm a bit verbose. I'm used to teaching apprentices." Miguel apologized, "But you are still very young... Vilgefortz... You are still the source of magic... What an enviable talent this is... Don't waste it..."

Vilgefortz was not impatient, but smiled lightly:

"Thank you, Your Excellency Miguel, but stick skills... stick skills are really just a hobby of mine."

Miguel nodded slightly and said no more.

The telepathy of the two wizards did not affect the progress of the mist illusion.

Soon, the white mist representing the wizard Lian escaped out of the boundary, and the two Wild Hunt walked towards the upstream of the Rixhil River.

After Lian escaped, Wild Hunt immediately staggered, not very fast.

This caused the wizards to whisper and boost their morale.

The three of them all walked out of the illusion, and the white light mist suddenly dissipated, converging into an incandescent ball of light.

Vilgefortz was startled and looked down.

A sudden white light illuminated the ground, reflecting undulating shadows.

Miguel did not notice it, but took this opportunity to shout loudly:

"Did you see that?"

"Those Wild Hunt who destroyed Ben Ad, those Wild Hunt who destroyed our home and knocked Ben Ad's reputation into dust, were hit hard by Dean Hen Gedimidis."

"They are not the legendary invincible disaster, nor are they the messengers of false gods. They are just some special and shameful monsters..."

"We can definitely defeat them, capture them, dissect them, study them..."

"Think about it, how many powerful spells, how many improvements in alchemy, how much honor and research funding can such a unique monster bring us?"

As a standard Ben-Ad wizard, Miguel knows best what these wizards want.

After catching the illusion of Wild Hunt leaving in embarrassment and destroying the unknown fear they brought the day before yesterday, the wizards' emotions were suddenly aroused.

No, it's more than that.

Perhaps because the past few days have been too depressing, the mood has rebounded to the point of being frenzied.

"I want a complete Wild Hunt corpse!"

"There is hope of entering the Warlock High Council..."

"Let's grab it based on our ability..."

"Who wants to jointly establish a project?"

"This is a great opportunity for our Radical Faction to rise. You are worthy of your Excellency Senne."

Miguel nodded with satisfaction and shouted loudly, "Let us chase them and get back what they stole!"

"Get it back!"

"Get it back!"

"Get it back!"

The wizards clamped their legs together, and the carefully selected war horses, with a long neigh, immediately galloped towards the place where the two Wild Hunt illusions disappeared.

"Thum! Thug! Thumb!"

Amidst the rapid sound of horse hooves, Miguel pulled the reins and was about to follow them.

Suddenly, I found Vilgefortz looking at the ground thoughtfully and not following.

He followed Vilgefortz's gaze and saw that there was only some messy mud and debris.

"What's wrong?" Miguel asked.

"Nothing." Vilgefortz came back to his senses and shook his head.

"Then let's go, we still have to rely on your magic to lead the way!"

Miguel patted his shoulder and ran towards the upstream of the Rixhil River.

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Ailin had to slow down. When he followed the blood seal of "Tracking" alone, he left Rixhil River, entered a cave, and left the cave again, deep into a dense forest of unknown tree species.

The blue sky is obscured by dark jagged leaves.

The witcher's low-light vision has no effect at this moment.

He needs "cat's eyes" to run quickly in this forest.

But the "cat's eye" potion is limited, but the distance between Wild Hunt and him is unknown.

Taking each bottle of Maoyan can only last five minutes. Controlling metabolism to extend the drug's effect can only add one minute at most, and he only has four bottles of "Maoyan".

Not enough, far from enough.

As for why not make a makeshift torch and start a flame?

This is a stupid question.

Ambush Wild Hunt is one level of difficulty, and being ambushed by Wild Hunt is another unknown level of difficulty.

What's more, Ben Ad's wizard might catch up behind him at any time.

And use Primal Tongue to ask Mother Nature...

Mother Nature kindly guided her child in the direction, but this was meaningless, because Mother Nature would only reveal the direction, and fate had already shown him the way forward.

What he lacks is the eyes to see through the darkness, and there is nothing Mother Nature can do about it.

At least that's the case for now.

So he could only slow down to prevent him from tripping over tree stumps, being scratched by sharp branches and leaves, or missing his feet and falling off the cliff.

In fact, when Rixhil River ran into the woods from where the moonlight was faintly visible, he almost fell hard.

This is the forest's punishment for straying.

However, although Ailin felt a little anxious, as he went deeper into the dense forest, he was not too worried.

The two legs composed of blood marks on the ground not only did not ride their skeleton horses that could trample in the void, but also staggered, and their speed was much slower than him.

As for the wizard behind him.

To be honest, he didn't quite believe that wizards had tracking skills stronger than "Tracking".

And...

Let those frail mages trek in the deep mountains and forests, can they compare to a Witcher Master?

At least...

At the moment when his speed could no longer be improved, he had to comfort himself like this.

Who could make him resist the temptation of the destiny-ordained thing and want to take out the information about Wild Hunt and White Frost?

Been gone for a long time.

He followed the blood mark and walked in the deepest, richest darkness. He was moving forward steadily, but he didn't know how far he had gone, nor how far he had left.

There is light in the blood seal, but it cannot reveal the texture of the ground. It just stretches forward in the darkness.

Sometimes he looked at the blood mark extending into the darkness and walked forward numbly, even feeling that he was heading towards the abyss. He had the illusion that fate and Wild Hunt had joined forces to make a plan for him.

Until a certain moment...

He climbed a steep, muddy slope that smelled slightly of decaying vegetation.

Swaying orange light spots flickered in the dark and bluish forest.

No normal human being would light a fire in such a remote place.

Ailin Activate "Night Color", hold your breath, and move on.