A Grand Welcome Ceremony for the Sorcerer from Afar

The campsite is located on a high slope.

Ailin saw a white light flashing in the dense forest in the direction he had come from, approaching at an extremely fast speed.

Seemingly noticing his gaze, a rumbling sound boomed, and one giant tree after another fell before the white light. The white light, which appeared as a hazy blur from afar, resembled a giant, luminous python that had found its prey and was relentlessly crushing everything in its path.

The speed of progress is even accelerating.

"Three minutes..." Ailin's hands didn't stop as he calculated in his mind, "At this rate, the wizards will arrive in three minutes at most..."

"Bang!"

The longsword slashed fiercely at the light barrier, flashing blue light and creating ripples, but failed to break through the defense.

However, Ailin didn't care at all. With a light spin, the longsword drew a perfect arc again and struck the light screen once more.

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at the same time...

"Thump!"

The deep blue magical barrier vanished abruptly, and a bolt of purple lightning struck from the Wild Hunt's hand.

Ailin had been watching his gestures and dodged at the last second.

A dazzling flash of lightning carved a deep trench in the ground, splitting a birch tree that had grown for hundreds of years in two, instantly turning it into black charcoal fragments that flew through the air.

But this astonishing destructive power actually reassured Ailin.

Compared to Arland and Gors Velen, this lightning bolt was rather weak.

"￥%#@!!!"

"￥%#@!!!"

After casting the spell, the Wild Hunt roared twice within the newly risen magical barrier.

Ailin couldn't understand, but he noticed the bluish-gray flame in the Wild Hunt's hollow eye socket flicker in the direction the giant tree had collapsed.

Then another Wild Hunt beside him suddenly accelerated his chanting, and the fireball in his palm suddenly turned white-hot, flying towards him.

"Go to hell first, you despicable humans!"

The Wild Hunt roared in my mind.

Ailin dodged several times and discovered that although the fireball was not fast, it would change direction as he dodged.

So I simply stopped hiding.

He leaped up, his left foot landing on the trunk of a thick birch tree at the edge of the camp, and then bent his knees and pushed off.

The gleaming silver sword, reflecting the intense light, flew over the burning campfire and struck the magical barrier once more.

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Almost simultaneously, the fireball struck his back.

"Boom!"

Dust and smoke rose simultaneously, and the campfire was instantly extinguished by the shockwave of the explosion.

Throughout the entire camp, only the birch tree split by lightning emitted a more dazzling red light from its carbonized parts.

No!

Also glowing were the flames in the eye sockets of the two Wild Hunt; before the smoke and dust had cleared, the bluish-gray flames simultaneously leaped with astonishment.

After the fireball exploded, only a layer of purple clothing was torn on Ailin's body. After a moment of hesitation, he swung his sword again.

"Ordinary spells won't work! Quickly, retrieve all our staffs!"

The Wild Hunt received a telepathic message from his companion in his mind as he cast Fireball.

"But you..."

"He can't break through my defenses! Go quickly!"

The Wild Hunt, which had been extinguishing its campfire, halted its advance.

Inside the bone socket, the "soul fire" trembled slightly.

The cold gaze was frantically swinging its sword, but it couldn't even stop its companions from chanting spells. It could only glance at Ailin, whose "Avallac's Water Shield" was rippling.

He cursed himself for being unable to even discern the most basic battle situation after being disarmed.

How could the defensive magic optimized by the Elven Sage of Ion El for the Red Riders possibly be pierced by ordinary iron?

He mentally scoffed at the "foolish and ignorant barbarians," glanced into the distance, and in the blinding white light, swiftly headed towards the fallen tree in the camp, then without hesitation, raced in the opposite direction of the battle.

"Barbarians are nothing to worry about, but dealing with fellow followers of magical arts without a staff can be dangerous," he thought to himself.

For some reason, those ordinary human blue eyes kept appearing in his mind, making his heart race.

Ailin noticed the moment the Wild Hunt left.

He raised an eyebrow, glanced at the Wild Hunt within the magical barrier, then turned and retreated, as if to give chase.

Wild Hunt indeed sped up his incantation, and lightning instantly crackled and splashed from his black iron gauntlets covered in sharp thorns.

"An opportunity!" Ailin roared in his heart.

Ailin, who was prepared in advance, skillfully deflected the opponent's movement with a feint.

He took a big step forward with his left foot, not only making up for his previous retreat but also closing the distance between himself and Wild Hunt to only half a sword's length.

He gripped Elsa tightly with both hands and slashed downwards at an angle.

Just as the silver blade was about to touch the deep blue glow, the magical barrier opened wide as if welcoming a guest.

"Boom!"

A burst of incandescent lightning pierced through the mirage illusion disguised as the upper half of Ailin's face.

The whites of his eyes weren't white; his pupils were slits; his entire eyes were a uniform ice blue; and strange black veins bulged in his eye sockets and temples, like poisonous insects crawling on his face.

The merciless, pale white skull flames trembled, as if in astonishment or fear.

At this moment, Ailin, this human, was even more terrifying than the monstrous skull of the Wild Hunt, unleashing an aura even more frightening than the Wild Hunt.

Immediately afterwards.

Lightning was drawn to Elsa first, following the beautiful and elegant blade, and rushed straight towards Ailin's hands.

Another layer of the two-layered pale purple mirror shield shattered, emerging from the red glove and breaking into points of light, thus neutralizing most of the lightning's power.

"Hmph~"

Ailin groaned, enduring the tingling sensation from the lightning penetrating his knuckles.

"You... you're not human..."

Another hoarse, magnetic voice appeared in his mind, eliciting surprise and doubt.

However, Wild Hunt's words had not yet faded.

The adrenal medulla secreted pheromones, and Ailin's brain suddenly went cold.

In the instant his eyes flashed a bright, icy blue light, the already menacing veins around his eye sockets and temples bulged as if about to burst.

The blizzard's remaining effects were fully utilized.

Time slowed down once again.

Then, five more eerie, cold silver lights flashed continuously in the forest under the night sky.

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"Ding! [Demon Hunting] Progress 100%..."

A pleasant System Notification rang in my mind.

In the sweltering heat of summer, the Wild Hunt suddenly felt as cold as if he were in an icy cave.

He seemed to have mistakenly entered a land of white White Frost where everything was covered in snow.

Yes!

He remembered it clearly; it was that temperature that froze his soul.

The bluish-gray flames contracted in his eye sockets.

Returning to reality from the deepest, most terrifying, and most horrifying fear in his mind, the first thing the Wild Hunt did was not to dodge and get away from the chilling, all-killing force.

Instead, as he closed the "Avallac's Water Shield," he turned his head and shouted in Elder Speech:

"Parnovius! He is..."

Wild Hunt didn't finish his story.

Because of his small size, there is no need for [Demon Hunter] to plan the route.

A straight red line stretched across the middle of a spine that extends vertically the instant the notification sounded.

Ailin made a practiced, casual stroke.

The elegant silver blade, shimmering with a graceful light, stretched horizontally into the deep blue magical barrier, like a young girl's bare, delicate feet wading through a shallow stream, yet without disturbing anything.

Then came the blue runic robes, then a membrane that was hard to tell whether it was an illusion or a reflection of light, and then a slender, white neck that suddenly appeared without an Adam's apple...

"Pfft~"

Crimson blood spurted out.

The beautiful head with its bright green eyes fell onto the mud, rolled a few times, and shook off the helmet decorated with a bird of prey.

Her long, silver-gray hair, which had been tied up, came loose, and mixed with mud and dust, obscuring her thin lips that seemed to be parting to say something.

Then his thin lips remained still, slightly parted.

Her emerald green eyes were still open, as if she were still alive, but no one would ever know what she wanted to say...

What is it?

"A woman?" Ailin was somewhat surprised.

However, the surprise lasted less than a second. Given that in the original story, it wasn't surprising that women were the main combatants in the Squirrels led by Ian Siddi.

But upon closer examination, the reason why there are more female warriors and archers in Ayn Siddi is mainly because most of the male elves who rebelled in the tribe died in the Aelirenn Uprising.

And in the world of Ailin.

Neither Ain El nor Ain Siddi are like the matriarchal societies that elves are accustomed to in various fantasy novels from my previous life.

In both the novels and games, there have never been any female characters in the Wild Hunt team.

Therefore, this point is worth exploring further.

"Unfortunately, apart from the King of the Wild Hunt Eredin, the Red Riders ' main commander— Eredin who killed Vesemir, and the navigator Caranthir who could partially serve the purpose of the Ard Gais Gate, I know nothing about the Wild Hunt's organizational structure."

Thoughts raced through his mind, but Ailin's hands never stopped moving.

Following one of the directions guided by fate, he straightened the body, then reached into the pool of blood, into the black iron armor resembling ribs, and felt a bag.

Upon removal, it was found to be a bulging silk bag about the size of an adult's palm.

Apart from being partially stained red with blood, the entire body was pink and carved with delicate flowers, though they were varieties that Ailin couldn't recognize.

It's hard to imagine that such a fierce and cold suit of armor could hide such a girly little bag.

"Bite!"

"Guiding Stone of the Gate of Ade Gais detected. Absorb?"

Holding the silk pouch in his hand, the System Notification from the Witcher's Handbook immediately appeared in his mind.

"The Guiding Stone of the Ade Gais Gate... not a fragment..."

Ailin was curious about this.

However, the situation has not yet stabilized, so he naturally will not absorb it at this time.

"I wonder what the other Wild Hunt is hiding? Is it Guiding Stone? Or a fragment of the Gate of Ad Gais?" he wondered.

"Sera?"

Suddenly, a familiar Elder Speech came from beside me.

Ailin looked in the direction of the sound.

The birch tree, split by lightning, gradually burst into flames.

In the dim, flickering forest, where the firelight could not illuminate, another Wild Hunt emerged, carrying a staff in each hand.

He didn't attack Ailin immediately, but stared blankly at the headless corpse beneath Ailin and the head that had rolled into the dust, its face unrecognizable.

"Phew~"

Ailin let out a soft breath, but did not attack immediately. Instead, he glanced at the "White Serpent" that was destroying forests and trees and exuding an astonishing sense of oppression.

The wizard will arrive on the battlefield in less than two minutes.

The illusion of the mirage pearl gently covered his pupils, and the magic power within his body flowed rapidly.

Looking at the Wild Hunt, who was gripping the two staffs tightly in disbelief, Ailin felt as if he were watching a volcano about to erupt.

The air in the camp seemed to be shaken at that moment.

At a certain moment.

A muttering sound echoed in Ailin's mind.

"How could you kill her? How could she be killed? How could you..."

The Wild Hunt's Parnovius, his eyes gleaming with a cold flame, suddenly looked up at him.

How dare you kill her!

Run!

Quickly cross your hands to form the Oterrohp Sign.

The grass on the ground was kicked away by Ailin, who instantly ran towards the place where the trees were roaring.

Almost as soon as Ailin was doing these things, he suddenly noticed that the dark forest in front of him was suddenly illuminated.

The next second.

The intense heat of burning flesh rapidly approached from behind.

He only had time to kick down a thick birch tree for leverage when an invisible, scorching battering ram slammed into him.

"Boom!"

The pale purple protective shield of the Oterrohp Sign lasted only a second before shattering, followed by three layers of mirror shields.

final.

The extremely violent Fire Element power only stopped when it reached the Wolf School Master Set made of fire dragon skin.

The bright red breastplate resembled burning charcoal or fresh blood from the battlefield.

Protected by the Wolf School Master Set, the aftershocks of this amazing spell only made him feel slightly hot.

"We haven't had Vesemir carve the alchemical array for the Master Set yet, I wonder if it's broken..." Ailin was extremely distressed.

He hadn't expected that the heavily injured Wild Hunt would still be able to unleash such powerful magic.

Keep in mind that his Oterrohp Sign is upgraded to level seven, making it the highest-level skill he possesses.

Its mysterious attribute is also as high as 79.

The Alzure's Lightning Spell spell that the Source Vilgefortz chanted for half a day only managed to pierce through two and a half layers of his mirror shield. Even though the chanting was somewhat rushed, he managed to avoid the main attack at that time, but he didn't have time to release the Oterrohp Sign.

Grass!

One of the Wild Hunt, who must have been seriously injured, cast a spell almost instantly, which was much stronger than the spell created by Alzure, who had been chanting the magic source for a long time!

Damn! Is that staff that powerful?

Ailin was immediately terrified and broke out in a cold sweat. In less than a second, he was instantly vaporized by the scorching Fire Element.

Then a few more questions came to mind.

Who drove dozens or even hundreds of Wild Hunt out of Ban Ad? How strong must he be?

Why was the wizard on the banks of the Rixhil River able to escape?

However, there was no time to think about these rushing thoughts.

Ailin, who was flying in mid-air and smashing countless branches and shrubs, suddenly saw several white lights through the hazy smoke and dust and the scattered wood fragments.

Oterrohp Sign activation of "Night," adjusting posture and crouching low behind a large rocky slope beneath the camp...

All actions were carried out in one smooth motion.

There wasn't time to check, and he hadn't even worn his "new clothes" for a full month.

Ailin hid secretly behind the rock, holding his breath.

He was waiting, he was anticipating...

Looking forward to when all the smoke and dust have cleared up...

What a grand welcoming ceremony will be given to the visiting wizard, Ban Ade?