It didn't come as a surprise to Allen. The sudden transportation of the Drowner King to this world left it full of rage and uncontrollable violence.
"Graaaah—"
Amidst its roar. The Drowner King swung its massive webbed claw fiercely at the fat human. At the same time. A layer of blue light membrane appeared on its strong and well-developed muscles.
"This is what a real Drowner King looks like. What mage wouldn't first raise a shield before fighting?"
Allen quipped. His blue eyes were locked onto the rapidly approaching claw aimed at Henselt's corpulent body.
"Grandmaster! Grandmaster!"
Under the shadow of death. The King of Kaedwen desperately called out to the head Witcher of the Wolf School. Hearing the call, Sol's left foot instinctively shifted, as if he were about to turn around to help. But then...
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Allen, his body covered in blood, staggering in the arena, and hesitated.
In the next second.
The enormous shadow of the Drowner King's claw loomed over Henselt, swiftly slamming downward. At that moment, Allen's heart leapt into his throat.
"Boom!"
With a loud crash. A golden protective shield suddenly appeared above Henselt's head, blocking the attack.
"Henselt, my dear King… aren't sorcerers more useful than Witchers?"
Beneath the shield.
Not far from the King of Kaedwen, Ben Ade's Deputy Dean Jenks stood with a pale face, blood still fresh on the corners of his mouth. His left hand supported himself on the ground, while his right hand clutched a magical artifact. After mocking Henselt, Jenks didn't expect a response.
Though he had always despised this fat pig wearing a royal crown. But this pig could die in a pigpen, on a battlefield, or in a slaughterhouse—anywhere but within Ban Ard's walls. That would bring them too much trouble.
Enduring the sharp pain in his brain, Jenks' lips moved silently. As the golden shield vanished, and the massive claw was about to descend again. Jenks suddenly swung his right hand, clutching the magical artifact.
"Graaaah!"
A powerful force manifested as a pair of semi-transparent hands, grabbing the Drowner King's webbed claw and pulling it sharply to the right. Standing on the edge of the grandstand, the Drowner King lost its balance. With a roar, it toppled down.
"Boom!"
Dust flew everywhere. Henselt, now free from danger, staggered to his feet, his gaze fixed on Sol. Though the crisis had only lasted a short time. Henselt had seen it. He saw the Grandmaster hesitate.
Even as Treyse took a step back, Sol didn't rush forward to save him…
Undoubtedly...
He had known for a while. Having just escaped death, Henselt suddenly realized that, for the past few days, he had been acting like a court jester, hiding his clumsy schemes from Sol. At that moment, Overwhelming shame gave rise to even stronger fury, crushing his fear. He no longer cared that ordering the death of the Grandmaster of the Wolf School would damage the kingdom's reputation and royal dignity.
"Guards!!!"
He shouted, his finger instantly pointing at the Witcher who had made the ruler of Kaedwen look like a clown for half a month.
"Kill him for me…"
"Boom!"
Suddenly.
Another loud explosion echoed through the world, interrupting Henselt.
"Wha… what happened?"
"What happened again?!"
The ruler of Kaedwen was so frightened that he collapsed back onto the ground. Jenks, who had been taking the opportunity to recover his damaged mental strength with his eyes closed, was startled by the sudden noise. Opening his eyes, he saw a massive dark shadow descending rapidly.
"Ugh—"
A scream followed. Jenks, seated beneath the king's falling weight, rolled his eyes and immediately passed out. Allen's expression grew strange as he watched this unfold.
When he noticed that the king was still alive thanks to the protection of the sorcerer in the pointed hat, he had been anxiously extracting rock troll blood from his reagent pouch, intending to summon the Conjunction of Spheres once more.
To finish the job.
But the Drowner King, pushed down from the grandstand, made him pause. Hearing the cold, mechanical sound in his ear, Allen's dazed gaze lowered.
Beneath the grandstand.
The Drowner King, struggling to get up, was so terrified by the explosion that it collapsed back onto the ground.
Splat~
A large splatter of red, blue, and white flesh exploded from beneath its body.
[Ding! Hunt Task Complete: Drowner II (Drowners killed 500/500)]
[Reward: 100 Experience Orbs, Monster Codex—Tracking][New Hunt Task: Drowner III (Drowners killed 2/1000)]
Yes.
The Drowner King thrown down by the sorcerer had crushed the last few Drowners needed for the hunt. But...
"Why do the Drowners killed by the Drowner King count toward my total?"
Allen thought, slightly puzzled.
[Ding! Otherworld Fusion—"Drowner" Phase 1. Please choose a fusion location! (If the host does not choose within 30 seconds, one will be randomly selected.)]
As the mechanical sound played, the Conjunction of Spheres appeared once more in Allen's vision, along with that familiar, fresh green door.
The explosion just now didn't even mark the start?
Upon completing the Drowner Hunt Task, Allen could actually choose where the Conjunction of Spheres would occur!
Allen was overjoyed.
The strategic value of this ability was immense...
Wait!
Allen suddenly sensed something was wrong. The system prompt seemed to mention something other than the Conjunction of Spheres. Hurriedly, he focused his thoughts to open the Witcher's Journal.
Otherworld Fusion?
And Phase 1?
What does this mean?
Allen frowned.
A sense of unease crept over him, but with the countdown rapidly ticking down, he couldn't afford to hesitate.
Thus.
With a flick of his mind.
He moved the door to the top of Henselt's head.
…4, 3, 2, 1.
As the countdown ended, Allen's vision suddenly dimmed and turned crimson. Even though it was nearly noon, the sky darkened as if it were already dusk. Allen wasn't surprised by this. Compared to the bloody scene that appeared when completing the first Drowner Hunt Task, this was far easier to accept.
Therefore.
He forcibly ignored the growing unease within and kept his eyes locked on Henselt's location. Until...
"Why did it suddenly get dark?"
Someone in the stands asked in confusion. Allen, with his sharp hearing, caught the question and was briefly stunned.
The next second.
The arena grew even more chaotic and panicked than after the earthquake caused by the Conjunction of Spheres.
"The... the sun has gone dark…"
"Look! The sun's gone! It's been swallowed up!"
"No! This is the Black Sun! The Black Sun! The... the Curse of Black Sun… the curse is real!"
The Witcher raised his head in alarm.
It wasn't a special effect!
In the Witcher's world, the sun had truly been blocked by a massive black celestial body. Only a dark red halo remained at the edges, glowing faintly.
"This... this can't be…"
Allen's jaw dropped in astonishment.
The Curse of the Black Sun, also known as the Mania of Mad. It was an apocalyptic prophecy from the mage Eltibald.
It foretold that in the near future, a solar eclipse would herald the resurrection of the evil goddess Lilit, and the path to her revival would be paved by sixty girls wearing golden crowns, whose blood would flood the valleys.
The evil god Lilit will bring curses and destroy human civilization.
In the original story, the Curse of the Black Sun appears quite early.
However, this prophecy, unlike the widely recognized prophecy of the elven seer Isleen, is merely a superstitious claim not accepted by the protagonist Geralt and other knowledgeable individuals. It is even derogatorily referred to as the "madman Eltibald's fanaticism."
So Allen had always thought that the Curse of the Black Sun was nonsense. But now, he was uncertain.
Did the eclipse really have some kind of mystical significance?
And...
"What exactly is this Extradimensional Fusion? Why is the scale so massive?"
Allen felt that the situation before him was getting out of control, and it was rapidly changing once more. The wind suddenly stopped. Under the blood-red eclipse, countless black spots appeared in the sky.
Then...
Allen felt the air around him suddenly becoming humid. Soon, layers upon layers of dark clouds began to form in the sky. The daylight grew even darker. Within half a minute of the eclipse appearing, rain began to fall. The magical perspective of the Wolf's Emblem automatically switched.
A large number of blue water-elemental light spots began to emerge from these black holes. The density of water elements in the air surged abruptly.
Then...
"Quack—quack—quack—"
Strange, chaotic cries suddenly erupted as water wraiths emerged from the black holes, falling with the rain. The entire city began to experience a downpour of water wraiths.
Lightning flashed, illuminating the world.
"Clang!"
Thunder roared, and Ban-Ard's terrified screams echoed into the clouds. But that was not the end.
A five-meter-wide black hole appeared just one meter above Henselt's head. The stunned King of Kaedwen had no time to carefully consider the situation. Groups of water wraiths erupted from the large black hole, directly crashing onto Henselt's fleshy body, burying him. Heart-rending screams came from the mound of water wraiths.
Then...
"Gulak!"
"Quack!"
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After a giant swamp creature was squeezed out, another water wraith king fell out. When the last giant swamp creature slid out, all the black holes in the sky and on the ground suddenly closed. As for Henselt, buried under a mass of water wraiths, two giant swamp creatures, and a water wraith king?
The screams had long since vanished into silence.
Then...
With the black holes closed, the Black Sun disappeared, and light returned to the land. Even the layers of dark clouds in the sky dissipated instantly. Everything seemed as if nothing had happened.
"This... did I do this?"
Allen stared blankly at the devastation in the arena. He was unsure of the exact extent of the so-called Extradimensional Fusion. But his sharp hearing told him.
At the very least, Kaedwen's most famous city—Ban Ard—had been completely submerged in a sea of water wraiths. Whether it was commoners, nobles, or sorcerers, there would surely be heavy casualties. But Allen had no intention of taking all the moral responsibility upon himself.
It was the Ban Ard sorcerer with the pointed hat who pushed the water wraith king, crushed the water wraiths, completed the hunting task, and caused the sudden extradimensional fusion. It was Henselt who had schemed to weaken the Wolf School's power by inviting them to the match. They had been forced into it.
Otherwise.
Even if Allen wanted to complete the task, he would have chosen a remote place to keep it secret. So regardless of how many people in Ban Ard died due to the extradimensional fusion, the responsibility did not lie with him.
It definitely could not be attributed to him!
"Definitely not!" Allen muttered.
[Ding! Extradimensional Fusion 'Water Wraith' Phase 1 completed. Current fusion progress: 1%]
[Ding! A main quest has been detected: Eliminate all monsters that have crossed over from the other world. Do you accept?]
The cold, mechanical voice suddenly interrupted Allen's thoughts. He had no reason to refuse the newly appeared main quest. After accepting it with his mind. A detailed list of the main quest appeared before him, different from past ones.
[Quest: The Beginning of Extradimensional Fusion]
[Quest Type: Main Quest]
[Quest Description: Eliminate all monsters that have crossed over from the other world]
[Quest Progress: Water Wraith King 0/2, Giant Swamp Creature 0/2]
Hearing the faint screams coming from the entire city. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tightened his grip on the Elsa.
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Layers of monsters pressed down on the main stand. They forced the leaders of the Cat School and the Wolf School to the edge of the stand. Treyse, sword in hand, stared blankly at the Wolf School's Grandmaster, who turned and struck at the strange serpent-tailed monster.
Henselt was dead!
With so many monsters crushing him, even he could not survive. Let alone a human without any extraordinary abilities...
So...
His king, his employer, his future...
Without a doubt.
They were dead.
Thus, even when the Wolf School's Grandmaster glanced at him with a blank expression, without speaking a word, and exposed his back while slaying monsters. He did not make a move to ambush. It was a principle known even to a Cat School monster hunter. When the employer was dead. Regardless of how close the commission was to completion, the commission was a failure.
Moreover.
Even if the Wolf School's Grandmaster exposed his back to him. He still could not kill the man known as the "Dragon Slayer."
"Tick-tock~"
"Tick-tock~"
Trickles of blood flowed from the gaps in his tightly gripping sword hilt. It was because of the immense power of the man before him, resembling a giant dragon, that had caused it to crack. Treyse now recalled, and even felt that the recent battle was merely the Wolf School's Grandmaster playing with him. Looking once more at the buried place of Henselt, a sense of aimless confusion welled up within him.
So...
What should I do next?
"Treyse, what should we do next?"
Guxart also appeared from the shadows, looking confused.
Originally, he had planned to take advantage of the Wolf School's monster hunters' unpreparedness to launch a surprise attack. But now, with the employer dead. The surprise attack naturally lost its meaning.
Because of this commission.
Brett, Fredeca, Brehen, Bendo...
And...
Guxart looked vacantly at the wreckage in the arena.
And Baleka, Jeffrey, Agat, Kuro...
They were all dead. A large part of them had been arranged to meet their end by himself, either directly or indirectly.
Now.
Only four monster hunters remained in the caravan, and the entire Cat School, including the two of them, numbered fewer than ten.
"Will the king die too?"
Guxart asked despondently. The king would, of course, die, so it was not a question, and Treyse did not answer.
"Clang~"
He sheathed his sword. He patted Guxart's shoulder, said nothing, and turned to leave. Guxart avoided the revived water wraiths and followed closely behind.
"Why not hunt the monsters and save the humans in the city?"
"Aren't you monster hunters too?"
The voice of the Wolf School's Grandmaster came from behind. Treyse and Guxart did not turn around.
"We are Cat School Witchers!"
"There is no bounty, so why should we do things for humans?"
....…
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203. A Wolf is a Wolf.
204. Hen Gedymdeith Returns.
205. A Difficult Situation.
206. A-Level Evaluation Again.
207. Alder Knights
All witcher schools in the world originated from the Witcher Order. The Cat School was no exception. Though not many people remember anymore, the infamous and villainous Cat School—its pioneers left the Witcher Order for reasons now largely forgotten. Even the leader of the Cat School has forgotten the history of his school. But Sol remembers.
He had seen, with his own eyes, those young figures like him, disheartened by the decline of the Order, enraged by Arnaghad's internal strife. With burning passion, they sought to restore the witchers' honor, wanting to protect humanity from the rampaging monsters. Thus, they chose the house cat—an animal close to humans and used to hunt mice—as their emblem. Thus, they left the Order, searching for a way to revive the witchers.
Shaquille, Hewitt, Zachariah, Siegfried...
Closing his eyes, Sol can still clearly recall their cynical yet fiery gazes.
Unfortunately, they all died.
Vanished without a trace.
When Sol next saw the Cat emblem on the land of the Northern Continent, they were already known as "witchers who kill people," having found a path in the world completely contrary to their pioneers' intentions.
Violence, extremism, cruelty, radicalism...
The school that once sought to be close to humanity had become the one closest to and farthest from humans. The cat's claws no longer reached for mice but slashed at humanity's arteries in the dark.
Watching Treyse and Guxart leave, Sol sighed softly as his peripheral vision caught sight of a royal outfit stained with muddy blood.
"Time truly is the most unpredictable of changes!"
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After the foreign fusion ceased, chaos erupted in the arena stands. The roars of monsters and the screams of humans were accompanied by the magic tricks of various apprentices flying all over the place. Not many drowners were killed, but many companions were accidentally injured instead.
Even the seasoned sorcerers scattered to save themselves. The king was dead, and the deputy dean hadn't escaped fate either.
Delivering this grave news to their families was far more important than saving some unfamiliar apprentices. Thus, even the weakest monsters, the drowners, became a significant problem in the arena stands, despite their relatively low numbers. However, this sight was understandable.
Ever since witchers came into being, sorcerers were no longer needed to protect human settlements from invading monsters. Most male sorcerers in the future would work as low-level sorcerers creating alchemical potions or tools, or, if fortunate, breaking curses for nobles. Seeing monsters with bloodthirsty jaws would naturally cause panic for these armchair sorcerers. Thus, this chaos continued for quite some time.
Until the four witchers from the Wolf School appeared in the stands. Vesemir, Hughes, Bond and Fred ignored the panic-stricken sorcerer apprentices, dodged the various colored spells, and charged straight at the fierce drowners.
Before long, the drowners fell easily under the witchers' swords, and their blood calmed the panicked sorcerer apprentices.
"These... these monsters don't seem so terrifying after all?"
"If even these... witchers can kill them... we are creators... ahem... noble sorcerers..."
"Just a few fireball spells will do the job. Don't embarrass our Ban Ard in front of the witchers..."
The messy morale of the sorcerer apprentices began to rise as they reassured themselves.
"The king died here; does Ban Ard still have any dignity?" a timid voice came from somewhere.
The rising morale instantly deflated.
Most of them were the offspring of nobles, but aside from the most noble among them, most were mere servants or experimental subjects for sorcerers. They didn't have the guts, like Jens, to make sarcastic remarks in front of the king.
With the king dead at Ban Ard, an event so rare in a hundred years, many even began to doubt whether Ban Ard's towers could still stand tall in the vast Kaedwen.
Where would they go from here?
Would they have to flee to Aretuza and become sorceresses?
"We still have Dean Hen Gedymdeith; we'll be fine!" said one sorcerer apprentice.
"But the dean is three or four hundred years old and hasn't shown up yet..." another apprentice retorted.
Silence fell.
After a long time...
"Let's just deal with these disgusting drowners first!"
One apprentice, who had narrowly escaped death at the hands of the drowners, sighed as he watched the witchers slaying monsters in the distance, ending the pointless argument.
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"Master Vesemir, why are we helping these sorcerers?" Fred asked, beheading a drowner with one swing. "They clearly look down on us."
Bond, standing beside him, curled his middle finger on his right hand and pushed Fred to the side.
"Yeah, Master Vesemir, those Cat School bastards attacking us—it could very well be related to these sorcerers."
Two drowners about to ambush Fred suddenly lost their balance.
A flash of silver.
Hughes spun and slashed. The two drowners were decapitated. The stinking dark red blood sprayed out, terrifying a fallen sorcerer apprentice, who scrambled away in tears and snot. Hughes sneered at the colorful, transparent liquid mixed with red and dark red blood on the ground, agreeing: "Bond and Fred are right. These people don't deserve our help."
About ten meters away, Vesemir, expressionless, swung his longsword with both hands. The sharp blade formed one ring after another around him. Drowners approaching him were split apart—hands, arms, heads, all severed.
"Because we are witchers of the Wolf School, the true successors of the Witcher Order, whose highest creed is to save humanity..."
Vesemir paused mid-sentence, noticing the impatience on the faces of the young witchers. With a sigh, he added: "And besides, isn't Allen doing the same?"
"He could have left with us by now..."
Sure enough, hearing Allen's name, Hughes, Bond, and Fred glanced at the witcher in the arena and immediately fell silent. They continued silently clearing the drowners in the stands. Though Vesemir had anticipated it, he hadn't expected Allen's standing among the young witchers to be so high.
Instinctively, he glanced toward the center of the arena, where Allen was effortlessly fending off the "Drowner King" and a horde of drowners. Vesemir couldn't help but marvel: "Allen has grown stronger again!"
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"Kwa-la!"
A piercing roar echoed.
Allen rolled to dodge the giant foot of the Drowner King.
In the same instant, as he got up, he bent his right index finger and swiftly pointed forward. Fiery flames shot out from Allen's palm, igniting six drowners beside the Drowner King. Then, with another sidestep, he dodged the Drowner King's enraged, clawing webbed hand.
Again, he bent his right index finger and pointed forward.
Four more drowners on the other side were set ablaze.
The intense flames turned the drowners into charred corpses in mere seconds. Their shrill cries quickly faded into silence. With the "Hunt Task: Drowners II" completed, Allen no longer had to control the temperature of the Igni Sign's flames—whatever killed the drowners fastest was his method.
As for the Drowner King...
The real Drowner King, surrounded by drowners, was not easy to deal with. Although it seemed like it only had two more spells than the fake one, the difference in difficulty was like night and day. The ice spear spell was manageable.
It was just an attack spell.
With Allen's current attributes, whether dodging or using the Aard sign, he could handle it easily. But the blue magic shield was a real pain.
Once it was broken, the Drowner King would let out a croak, and the shield would instantly be restored. With the constant harassment from the surrounding drowners, it was difficult to even inflict a few wounds on the Drowner King.
After his Quen shield was broken twice due to a momentary lapse, Allen immediately changed tactics. While dodging the Drowner King's attacks, he swiftly cleaned up the surrounding drowners.
Thankfully.
The other three large monsters were on the main platform, being taunted by the Chief. Otherwise, with two Drowner Kings and two giant swamp creatures...
Even if the rewards for the main quest from the 'Witcher's Journal' were abundant, he would have had to flee. But now...
"Glugh~"
Hearing the anguished cries of the monsters on the main platform, and catching a glimpse of the Chief casually chopping up one of the giant swamp creatures, piece by piece, from the tail upwards, Allen could only hope the Chief would kill a bit slower, leaving a few monsters for him.
Otherwise, if the Witcher's Journal's main quest was stalled because someone else killed the monsters, it would be quite frustrating.
"Slash~"
Allen spun with his sword.
A beautiful silver arc sliced through the air.
In the arena.
The last drowner spewed out its foul-smelling blood and joined its companions in eternal rest.
The next moment.
It was as if Allen had eyes on his back.
He bent down and rolled.
"Boom!"
A drowner's corpse on the ground was immediately smashed into a pile of meat paste. There were many such piles in the arena.
Dark red, almost black.
The ground was nearly completely covered. You could barely see the original yellow-brown sand. After letting out a breath, Allen suddenly pulled his right foot back, his upper body leaning sharply backward.
"Whoosh!"
A claw slashed through the air, right across Allen's chest. The young witcher could even see the red bloodstains on the webbed right claw of the Drowner King. He stepped back a couple of paces, creating some distance.
"After all this time, it's my turn!"
Allen looked at the Drowner King, panting heavily and trembling all over. He twisted his wrist, twirling his sword to shake off the filthy blood. Then, expertly pulling a bottle of Necrophage Oil from his potion pouch, he quickly applied a thin red layer over the blade of Elsa.
Finally...
The witcher hunt began!
Dodging the drowner corpses, Allen took two quick steps forward. At the same time, his mental energy invaded the Drowner King's magical field of influence.
"Glugh!"
The weak prey suddenly charged at him, and the Drowner King let out a furious roar. The roar was deafening. With all his attributes now raised to 30, facing the Drowner King one-on-one became much easier.
"Slash!"
A silver streak of light struck the Drowner King's arm as it swung down at his head.
"Boom!"
The pale blue magic shield shattered instantly.
[Monster Hunt: Progress 6%.]
This was the power of strength.
Strength allowed him to break the Drowner King's magic shield with just one strike.
"Glugh~"
The furious roar masked the sound of the wind rushing from behind. But Allen's keen hearing caught it in an instant. As he ducked to avoid the claw strike.
Allen's wrists twisted.
The silver blade, gleaming with a faint red glow, shot upward from under his arm.
"Shhhk~"
The Drowner King's newly formed blue shield barely extended to its arm before Aelsa pierced through it. Warm crimson blood splattered onto Allen's neck. This was perception and agility.
Perception allowed him to clearly observe the monster's every move.
Agility let him easily dodge incoming attacks while observing them.
As for constitution...
It supported Allen's witcher body throughout, enabling him to withstand more injuries and recover faster.
[Monster Hunt: Progress 51%.]
The sword, coated in Necrophage Oil, boosted the hunt's progress by 45%.
Actually.
With Allen's current strength, he was confident he could kill the Drowner King without using the witcher hunt.
But it would take too long!
He'd have to repeatedly break the shield and deal damage to the Drowner King before it activated the next shield and healed. If he had to solve the fight this way.
By then.
The Chief would have already killed all the other monsters.
"Glugh~"
The Drowner King, enraged by the injury, roared furiously. It couldn't believe that such a small prey had actually hurt it—had actually dared to hurt it.
And so.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."
Like a madman, the Drowner King stomped its feet furiously, trying to crush the small, bold prey into meat paste.
"Splat~"
"Splat~"
The dead drowners were trampled into more meat paste. The brown dust was sent flying by the violent gusts. In a matter of moments.
Dust enveloped the entire arena. No one could see what was happening inside.
"Did that witcher die?"
On the viewing platform, where most of the drowners had been eliminated, an apprentice wizard asked instinctively. No one answered.
Then, in the next moment.
"Boom!"
The blue shield on the Drowner King's body suddenly shattered into pale blue dust. Immediately after, the Drowner King's panicked expression was visible. The witcher, gripping his longsword, shot out from the dust, stepping lightly on one of the Drowner King's flailing arms. The witcher's body, as light as a leaf, floated to a position just above the monster's head.
Then.
He spun, twisting mid-air.
Everyone watching this moment of battle in the stands saw a pair of blue cat-like eyes. It was as if, in that instant, those eerie blue cat eyes glanced at them.
That glance.
Was as cold as the snow on Blue Mountain. The chill reached their souls, and death's breath caressed their necks.
The next second.
Slash!
A dark red glow slashed across the monster's neck. A thin bloodline appeared on its flesh, instantly separating its head from its body.
"Hiss~"
At that moment, the audience seemed to collectively remember how to breathe, sucking in a breath of early spring's cold air. At the same time, After the witcher hunt ended, Allen lightly landed on the ground. As he considered whether to use Blink to teleport to the main platform.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Three large monsters suddenly fell, one after another, six meters in front of him. Allen instinctively looked in the direction of the sound, his blue cat-like eyes widening in surprise. Those... those three monsters, all of them had lost their arms. The two giant swamp creatures were even missing a good chunk of their tails.
"What's the meaning of this?"
Allen looked up in confusion at the Chief of the School of the Wolf.
....…
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204. Hen Gedymdeith Returns.
205. A Difficult Situation.
206. A-Level Evaluation Again.
207. Alder Knights.
208. Unboxing and New Skills.
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