The night was as thick as ink, and the camp fell into a complete slumbering silence. Only the only entrance and exit made of simple wooden fences on the east side of the temporary camp, a few flickering torches were still stubbornly resisting the darkness. Several villagers responsible for keeping watch huddled beside the fire and talked in lowered voices., trying to dispel the chill of the night and the uneasiness in the heart. The night wind brought with it a biting chill, constantly stirring the flames, making the light and shadow flicker, and also sent waves of chill into the camp, causing the warlock students wrapped in thin blankets to shrink unconsciously in their sleep and wrap the blankets tighter.
Yavi, who was meditating cross-legged, was as motionless as a rock. He slightly opened his pair of yellow-brown vertical pupils that could see clearly in the dark, and glanced at Yennefer, who was curled up on a thick animal skin blanket next to him, breathing evenly. After confirming that she was sleeping peacefully, he slowly closed his eyes again, preparing to sink into the meditative state that would help restore energy again. The chill and wind in the camp were just insignificant background sounds to his body that had experienced Trial of the Grasses.
However, just when he was about to sink into meditation, his pair of extremely keen ears suddenly caught an unusual sound!
At first it was just an extremely subtle "rustling" sound, like dead leaves being trampled to pieces, scattered in the darkness outside the camp. But the sound quickly became dense and sticky, as if countless slippery soles were dragging through rotten branches and leaves and soil. The source of the sound was not from a single direction, but came faintly from all directions, and the number was increasing and converging at an alarming rate - like an invisible tide, rushing towards the isolated island of the camp!
Immediately afterwards, a disgusting stench so strong that it swept through the night wind hit us like real substance! It was a unique smell that was unique to Ghoul, mixed with carrion, internal organs and tomb soil. Yavi's nostrils are all too familiar with this smell - it's Ghoul! And it's definitely not a small group of three or five. Listening to the overwhelming footsteps and the concentration of the stench, its scale is huge and far beyond ordinary!
Yavi still maintained his posture of sitting cross-legged and remained calm. He mobilized his senses and keenly explored the flow of magic power in the air around him. Although after the consumption during the day and the recovery at night, the concentration of magic power was much better than the previous paper-thin state, and the strands of energy were like The trickle of water began to gather again. However, this weak amount of recovery was of no avail in the face of such a large-scale Ghoul wave! If the warlocks wanted to conduct a large-scale spell bombing again, this magic power would probably be drained again in an instant, and it might even trigger a worse backlash.
Can't wait any longer.
Yavi stood up quietly, his movements smooth and smooth. He didn't disturb anyone, and like a shadow blending into the night, he silently moved to the swaying fire entrance on the east side.
"Master Warlock?" The villagers who were watching at night stopped talking in surprise when they saw his sudden appearance, and greeted him respectfully.
Yavi's gaze penetrated the deep darkness outside the fence like a hawk, focusing on the direction from which the sound and stench came. He did not look back, and his low voice, with unquestionable penetrating power, clearly reached the ears of several villagers. "Go in. Lock the door."
"Ah? This..." Several villagers looked at each other, their faces full of confusion and a trace of ordered uneasiness. They subconsciously looked at the darkness outside, which seemed to be still calm, and then looked at Yavi's back, which was as tight as a bow string and fully alert. Although they didn't know why, the dignified aura exuding from his body made them instinctively feel a huge danger.
Without asking another word, several villagers quickly retreated into the door and worked together to push the heavy wooden fence door, which closed tightly with a "squeak". Then, there was a dull crashing sound of a wooden beam being hurriedly lifted and stuck heavily in the door slot - the door was completely bolted.
Outside the door, only Yavi was left, facing the surging darkness alone.
Slowly, with an almost ritualistic calmness, he pulled out Moonlight Cursed Blade from his back. Under the swaying firelight, the cold sword body reflected a cold light as clear as water, as if it had absorbed the essence of the night moon. The ancient mantras engraved on the blade were looming in the darkness.. Although he has cut off countless heads of Ghoul, and their rotten blood has soaked his clothes countless times... But like tonight, he is alone in facing such a huge group of Ghoul coming like a tide?
Even for the experienced demon hunter School of the Wolf Yavi, this was an unprecedented first time. He took a deep breath of the cold air with a strong corpse smell, clenched the hilt of the sword, and lowered his body slightly The focus was on the most classic fighting stance of the demon hunter - Sign Sword Stance. The yellow-brown pupils shrank in the darkness, like two burning cold flames, staring at the dark jungle ahead that was filled with the breath of death.
As the creepy footsteps approached like a tide, Yavi quickly formed a seal with his left hand, A pale golden energy shield instantly flowed and formed around him, like a layer of invisible armor. Then, the tip of the silver sword in his right hand hung slightly, and an invisible Aard Sign energy was accurately guided and poured into the silver sword body. The ancient runes engraved on the blade seemed to be activated, and there was a faint stream of light that shook the air.
Just then--
"Ouch--!!!"
An inhuman roar that contained endless hunger and violence tore through the silence of the night like thunder, suddenly erupting from the deepest part of the dark forest! This was not just a signal to attack, but more like a cruel charge horn!
In the camp, the dead silence was instantly broken! This terrifying roar was like ice water pouring on everyone, violently waking everyone up from their sleep. Screams, chaotic voices, and children's cries instantly filled the camp.
Red reacted the fastest and rushed to the wooden observation platform on the inside of the fence almost as soon as the roar fell. His sharp eyes quickly scanned the dark periphery of the camp - the countless eyes that were ready to move in the darkness and flashed with greedy light, as dense as the fire of hell! And when his sight fell on the only figure standing alone outside the closed wooden door on the east side, everything became clear instantly!
"Damn it! It's the Ghoul group! It's too big!" Red's voice was filled with shock and an imperceptible tremor.
Other awakened warlocks and the old village chief Brand who stumbled over also rushed onto the platform. When they saw the numbing scene below - the darkness was surging like a living thing, countless pairs of hungry eyes flickering on the edge of the firelight, the putrid atmosphere was almost suffocating - everyone subconsciously took a breath of cold air, and a cold feeling of despair seized their hearts. This was not an encounter at all, this was a siege!
Just as the suffocating fear spread, Yavi's steady and penetrating voice cut through the chaos and clearly reached the platform:
"Red! Listen!" Yavi's voice was not panicked at all, but carried an unquestionable sense of command. He watched the commotion getting closer and closer in the darkness with vigilance, and shouted without looking back, "Don't launch attack magic! The magic power here cannot support your indiscriminate bombing!"
His words were like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of the warlocks who had just ignited a glimmer of hope for a counterattack with spells. Red's face turned pale, and he immediately understood Yavi's concerns - forcibly extracting the already thin magic power for high-intensity casting, the consequences would be disastrous, ranging from the backlash of magic power to serious injury, or at worst, it may directly cause magic power disorder!
Yavi's instructions followed, clear and efficient. "You only have two tasks!"
"First, maintain the lighting! Use your most labor-saving Light Ball Spell to illuminate this area for me! The brighter, the better! Let those beasts have no way to hide!" -- He needs vision, and he needs to accurately judge every angle from which he attacks.
"Second, strengthen the protection! Use all your remaining magic power to maintain the protective barrier of the camp fence and entrance! There can be no gaps! Protect the people inside!"
His voice suddenly rose, with the cold fighting spirit unique to demon hunters when facing monsters. "As for these bugs crawling out of the grave... leave them to me!"
Before he finished speaking, the first black shadow was like an arrow from the string, carrying a pungent fishy wind and a sharp scream, suddenly rushed out from the darkness, and went straight to Yavi's throat!