Whether the rulers of the Northern Continent admit it or not, ever since humanity set foot on this world following the conjunction of spheres centuries ago, elven culture has seeped into every aspect of human life.
One of the most significant areas of influence is holidays and the calendar.
The ancient elves, by calculating the length of sunlight throughout the day, divided the year into eight elven months, with each month beginning with a festival.
When humans replaced the elves as rulers of this world, they perhaps sought to dilute the traces of elven domination. While they no longer openly used the elven calendar, these festivals have persisted to this day.
May Day, the first day of the Elven Month of Blossoms, is one of the most renowned festivals.
The Month of Blossoms is the most pleasant time of year, with temperatures neither too hot during the day nor too cold at night. However, tonight, in the city of Ellander on the central axis of the Northern Continent, that balance was broken.
"Whoosh~"
The wind howled furiously.
The closer the two witchers got to the hundreds and thousands of green lights, the colder the wind blew, carrying a chill that seemed to freeze the soul. In fact, Allen hadn't initially planned to act—not this early, at least.
After studying rituals for so many days, and recognizing the type of ceremony, he had intended to assist Vera in setting up a magical ritual.
It wasn't that he was afraid of battle.
After all, a magical ritual takes at least half a day to set up—three hours at a minimum. Having an extra hand, especially one who has studied and even performed this ritual, like Allen, who had reached level 5 in ritual studies, could certainly save a lot of time. However, after watching for a while, Allen noticed that while the sorceress used similar materials and the formation she was constructing on the ground looked familiar, there were subtle differences.
She had skipped many details and made some delicate changes in certain areas.
With Allen's level 5 ritual studies, he could tell that the ritual would still function as a magical ceremony, and it would save time, but joining in would be beyond his ability. He could help a little, but it wouldn't save much time.
At this point, one witcher capable of delaying the monster horde was far more valuable than an assistant for the ritual—and much more important.
"Are you ready?"Vesemir took a deep breath and shouted over.
Allen didn't respond with words. Instead, just like the knights before him, he rode his horse towards the wraiths. When he was close, he pulled on the reins with his left hand and turned. Then, with his right hand, he bent his middle finger and thrust it forward towards the densest group of wraiths.
Aard Sign.
"Boom!"
A powerful telekinetic wave pulsed from his palm, distorting the air as it traveled. The wraiths, floating mid-air like sheets of paper, twisted unnaturally and were blown into the green tide.
At that moment, Vesemir's Aard Sign hit the other half of the wraiths, blowing them away. In an instant, a large, fan-shaped gap opened at the front of the wraith tide. It took nearly twenty seconds before the following wraiths filled the empty space.
"It works!" Vesemir shouted, pulling on the reins to turn his horse, looking excitedly at Allen.
However, when Vesemir met Allen's gaze, he suddenly realized that his apprentice seemed... distracted?
What's wrong?
Was he attacked by a wraith?
"Allen!!" Vesemir yelled over the howling wind,"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Allen shouted back, snapping out of it. He glanced again at the semi-transparent interface in front of him.
"Ding! A main quest has been discovered: [The Specters' Revenge Festival]—Eliminate the Wraiths (32/1614)."
Main quest...
How long had it been since he'd seen that familiar yet distant term?
Allen vaguely remembered that the last main quest had been triggered at Kaer Morhen. But he had to admit, the rewards for these main quests—identification, tracking, conjunction of spheres, and the Witcher Corps—had all been incredibly useful. However, eliminating 1,614 wraiths...
The witcher glanced at the densely packed green ghost lights.
"Clang~"
A flash of blue light.
He drew Elsa, his silver sword coated with specter oil, and looked into the grotesque faces of the wraiths. After exhaling a puff of cold air, his eyes filled with fury.
Wasn't this exactly what he had intended to do all along?
In the next instant—
"Shhh~"
The sound of boiling water vaporizing echoed loudly. The silver sword Elsa slashed into the body of the nearest wraith. In from one side, out the other. Then, without the slightest pause, it cut into the next wraith.
"Ahhh—"
The wailing screams rose endlessly, one after another.
Green fireworks blossomed behind the witcher as wraiths evaporated. At the same time, similar fireworks ignited on the other side of the wraith tide, as if in harmony. In this way, Vesemir charged ahead while Allen followed closely behind.
On the opposite side of the knights, they began trimming down the green wraith tide, like cutting weeds, to prevent the wraiths from dispersing too far. This kept them tightly grouped together, making it easier for the witchers to use the Aard Sign to effectively push back the enemy.
Moreover, unlike the knights, although the horses they rode weren't theirs and lacked some coordination, both witchers had already drunk Cat's Eye potion as soon as they mounted.
Not only could they now see in the dark…
Their powerful physiques and expert swordsmanship allowed them to control their horses with precision, dodging the wraith's attacks at incredibly close distances.
The witchers swept past the eerie green lanterns, the wind howling, while the half-real, half-illusory muscles of the wraiths were clearly visible. Then, the high speed of the galloping horses meant the two barely had to exert force.
With just slight adjustments in direction, their specter-oiled silver swords sank almost entirely into the wraith's bodies. Most of the time, the creatures didn't even have time to react before they were slain with a single strike.
On the other side, the knights, who had drawn many wraiths away, noticed the witchers' rampage and, with their spirits lifted, cheered loudly, "Victory! Victory!"
After charging up a small hill, they turned and charged toward the wraiths once again.
"... [The Specters' Revenge Festival]—Eliminate the Wraiths (39/1614)."
"... [The Specters' Revenge Festival]—Eliminate the Wraiths (84/1614)."
"... [The Specters' Revenge Festival]—Eliminate the Wraiths (193/1614)."
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With the coordination between the witchers and the knights, the wraiths, after all, were only low-level monsters with no intelligence. The kill count in Allen's peripheral vision rapidly increased. With both sides working together, the distance between the wraith tide and Vera's ritual circle visibly slowed. Everything seemed to be going well.
But…
Could it really be that simple?
"Ahhh—"
Another wraith let out a scream.
A green firework exploded. Suddenly, Allen found himself facing an open field. They had reached the back of the wraith tide.
"Awesome!" Vesemir laughed heartily as he pulled on his reins, bringing his horse to a stop. "I've never had such fun killing wraiths before."
Immediately after.
Clink clink!
Amid the sounds of bottles and flasks colliding, the Witcher master excitedly pulled out a bottle of specter oil and began coating his silver sword. Though Allen also pulled out his own sword oil, his expression was far less joyful than the master's.
He opened the task panel with his thoughts.
"Main Task: [The Specters' Revenge Festival] Kill Specters (473/1614)."
The progress was good, but Allen's hesitant and displeased expression wasn't because of the main task's progress.
It was because of...
[Hunting Task: Specters I (Kill Specters 47/100).]
As the main task's kill count continued to rise, the specter hunting task was also silently making progress. And once the hunting task was completed, an uncontrollable conjunction of the spheres would occur. After a violent tremor, a large monster was almost guaranteed to be summoned.
The Wild Hunt had only just left—would a conjunction of the spheres attract them back again?
Vera was still setting up the ritual. Would the earthquake caused by the conjunction undo all their hard work?
Moreover...
Although it was nighttime and he didn't have to worry about the conjunction being seen by humans, he had no clue what kind of monster might be summoned.
What if it was a monster that could command ordinary Wraiths?
Over a thousand specters without a leader were completely different from over a thousand specters with one, and that would almost certainly lead to Ellander's fall.
Huff huff!
The warhorse beneath Allen snorted wearily, breathing heavily. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
At that moment...
"Why are those Ellander knights retreating?"
The Witcher's hand, paused mid-motion while applying sword oil, looked up toward the other side.
In the eerie green glow, the knights were like a surging dragon, speeding toward the direction of the monater hunting army.
Allen opened the task list again, glanced at the main task's progress, and sighed: "They've run out of specter oil."
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During the earlier charge, Allen had switched out a bottle of sword oil midway, killing thirty-five specters.
Vesemir had used two bottles of sword oil as well, though since he wasn't burdened with the hunting task, he probably killed more than Allen. So, after tallying it up, the hundred or so knights, each with two bottles of sword oil, had actually killed fewer than four hundred specters.
One bottle of sword oil killed two specters.
This meant that the knights had seven times fewer kills than the two Witchers.
But Allen understood.
Reality was not a game.
As miraculous as specter oil was, it was still just oil applied to a sword.
It could be blown away by strong winds, accidentally wiped off on the horse's hide, or simply lose its effect due to countless unintentional contacts before ever striking a specter.
Given the knight's physical and mental conditioning, and their long-developed habits in sword fighting, only the front third of their blades would ever make contact with the specters during an attack.
The other two-thirds were almost useless and were quickly consumed by various factors. Moreover, a single bottle of sword oil lasted several charges before being depleted, which greatly increased wasted usage.
When all was calculated, it was remarkable that the knights, who had never used sword oil or fought specters before, could kill two specters per bottle of oil—already an overachievement. But Allen and Vesemir were different.
They had used specter oil many times and had hunted a large number of specters before. They could kill one specter with a single strike, using two bottles of specter oil per charge. Their incidental losses were kept to a minimum.
But...
Allen sighed and gently shook his head. There was no way around it. Over sixteen hundred specters—they couldn't hold them off and buy time with just the two of them. Even now, the number of specters following behind the knights was five or six times the number chasing after Allen and Vesemir.
As for fighting without specter oil, using steel swords to draw the monsters' attention, that would be a waste of manpower and resources. In the end, if it bought them more time, it could still be considered valuable. But during their time at Beauclair and Hudson Viscount's abandoned castle, Allen had noticed something.
Although specters lacked intelligence, when multiple specters gathered within a certain area, they always attacked the person who inflicted the most damage. Otherwise, they would target the largest group of people, with an almost hive-like behavior.
In other words, if the knights didn't cause enough damage, only a small portion of the specters on the outer edge would be drawn away.
It would be pointless.
So...
What should they do now?
"The specters are following the knights, heading toward the ritual!" Vesemir's sudden shout interrupted Allen's thoughts.
Allen looked toward the direction of the knights. Perhaps because the repeated charges had exhausted their horses, the knights were moving much slower on their way back. A massive swarm of specters, carrying their eerie green lanterns, was right behind them, and they weren't far apart.
Maybe because the knights were now moving in the same direction the specters had been advancing, the swarm seemed to be picking up speed.
The next second...
"Knights! Turn back!"
Allen heard the lead knight, Arthur, raise his sword and shout. Clearly, he had noticed as well and was trying to get the knights to turn around and lure the specters away once more. But without specter oil to cause damage, it was hard to say how many specters they could actually attract.
In the meantime, the monster hunting army, now positioned and gathering more specter oil, couldn't possibly get there in time to resupply them.
It seemed like a dead end.
The eerie green tide was getting closer and closer to Ellander. From Allen's vantage point, the swarm of specters seemed as if they were about to engulf the Scavenger army gathered around the bonfires, with some already beginning to stir uneasily. It felt like a storm-tossed ocean, on the verge of swallowing a fragile fishing boat.
Vera, still working on the ritual, and Mary, who was helping her, were like two tiny grains of sand, working behind the Witcher army. Once the boat was swallowed, they would be next. Finally, the green wave would crash over the rocks, snuff out the lights of Ellander, and turn it into a dead city.
The Specter's Revenge Festival...
The name of the main task suddenly surfaced in the Witcher's mind. He clenched his fists and shook his head violently to dispel a grim thought, staring hard at the approaching green tide.
What to do?
What could he do?
His mind raced.
Within two seconds, Allen shouted to the equally unsure Vesemir: "Master Vesemir, go to the knights and lead them in a charge at the specter swarm..."
The Witcher master instinctively spurred his horse toward the knights as Allen had said. Only after a moment did he realize something was off. He turned and shouted back: "What about you, Allen?"
The Witcher took a deep breath, glanced back toward where they had come from, and softly said: "I have a battlefield of my own..."
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276. Conjunction of the Spheres—Wraiths.
277. The First Battle of the Divine Sword Balmur.
278. White Light and Frost.
279. Please Make Way.
280. Settlement of the One-Eyed Wraith Extermination Rewards.
Life is truly full of ups and downs.
Sara has never understood this principle as deeply as he does now.
When he was worried about the effectiveness of the Specter Oil. The Royal Knights had just encountered a wave of Wraiths and, like a bolt of lightning, had lured a large group of Wraiths to chase after them. When he worried about the safety of the two witchers.
Vesemir and Master Allen, with their horsemanship and swordsmanship far surpassing those of the ordinary soldiers, ignited a green flame that rivaled that of a hundred Royal Knights. The wave of Wraiths was completely halted. But just as he was feeling jubilant, thinking that everything would be fine until the ritual was completed, the situation took a turn for the worse.
First, the Specter Oil for the Royal Knights ran out early, and then their horses lacked the strength, being tightly pursued by the Wraiths.
Caught in a dilemma.
In an instant, the initial advantage was completely exhausted. The wave of Wraiths surged forward.
Looking at the figures that were being tightly pursued by those damned Wraiths but resolutely leaving, Sara couldn't help but clench his fists, the veins on his forehead bulging as he fixed his gaze on the comrades no more than a hundred meters away. He seemed to see Arthur shaking his head vigorously at him.
At that moment.
A soldier from the monster hunting army clad in black armor approached.
"Sir Sara, the two hundred portions of Specter Oil have all been collected. Now…" The soldier glanced at the Royal Knights who were turning their horses around. "Should we still deliver them to the Royal Knights?"
Sara looked at the wave of Wraiths that was closing in, now only about three hundred meters away. Then he glanced at the exhausted war horses galloping away with the Royal Knights.
After a long silence.
"No need." Sara shook his head. "Distribute the Specter Oil again, then get the brothers ready; it will soon be our turn."
The soldier looked back at the approaching Wraiths, feeling the increasingly heavy chill in the evening breeze, and then gazed at the brightly lit Ellander.
He said nothing.
He merely bowed deeply before moving among the various squads to relay orders.
In a moment.
The entire appearance of the monster hunting army underwent a sudden change. The chilling murderous intent seemed to freeze even the night wind.
Mary, who was assisting Vera, noticed the shift in atmosphere around her, looked up, and couldn't help but ask anxiously: "Master, how much longer?"
"Soon…" Vera replied without looking up, her tone indifferent.
However, seeing her usually calm and graceful mentor wiping the sweat from her forehead every few seconds as the temperature dropped, Mary realized that Vera was already exerting herself to the limit. So even though she didn't get an exact timeframe, she didn't want to disturb her any further.
The ritual had been set up to its core, and there were fewer and fewer things Mary could assist with. Most of the time, she could only stand idly by, staring at the ritual setup that Vera had arranged, lost in thought. Pretending that she was useful, that she was important, that she was buying time for everyone…
Though she knew this was just self-deception.
"If only I hadn't chosen alchemy when I was selected by Lady Vera after leaving Aretuza." Mary bit her lower lip anxiously.
"Whether studying elemental changes or delving into the mysteries of rituals, at this moment, it would be hundreds of times more useful than alchemy."
She watched Vera's movements.
The increasingly complete ritual array on the ground seemed to mock her, belittle her, and scold her with each arc…
This made Mary, anxious, unable to help but look towards the war horses that the monster hunting army had placed aside.a
But the next second.
She forcibly suppressed her urge to ride and catch up with Allen. Each wraith had almost the highest tolerance for spells. Only the most difficult fire-element spells could achieve decent effects.
Unfortunately.
In the past half month, she had only learned three types of fire-element spells, and none could be cast while riding on the bumpy back of a horse without being disturbed. Thus, Mary knew that even if she caught up with Allen, it would be useless; instead, she would hold him back and distract his attention.
"I really am useless…"
Mary couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Suddenly, a commotion erupted in the monster hunting army, interrupting Mary and causing her to instinctively look towards the direction of the Wraiths. Though the Royal Knights had already turned back and retreated a distance, it was clear that…
Because of this commotion, many of the Wraiths that had been drawn away were now re-captured by the increasingly approaching monster hunting army and the life energy of Ellander. Moreover, the number of Wraiths breaking away from chasing the Royal Knights was continuously increasing.
The wave of Wraiths rushing towards Ellander was gradually accelerating. But just then, a dark figure suddenly dashed in front of the Royal Knights' formation.
"It's Master Vesemir!"
Mary squinted, carefully identifying for a moment before recognizing him.
He waved his bluish-silver sword.
In the blink of an eye, the left flank of the wave of Wraiths ignited with three or four green flames. Many of the Wraiths that had disengaged were again attracted, following behind the Royal Knights. The speed of the wave of Wraiths slowed down once more.
The situation had changed again.
A long sigh of relief emanated from the front line of the monster hunting army. Though it felt somewhat unfair to their comrades, these infantrymen were not like the Royal Knights who could run away at will. Once the Wraiths pressed up, they could only block them with their lives. And with the sheer number of Wraiths…
Death was almost certain.
Therefore.
Seeing their comrades drawing the Wraiths away again and slowing down the wave of Wraiths, they all breathed a sigh of relief. They were not afraid of death and were willing to give their lives for the Duke and Ellander.
But who wouldn't want to live well if they could avoid death?
Mary gazed at Vesemir for a long time before suddenly remembering something.
"Where's Allen?"
Vesemir had gone to support the Royal Knights, but what about Allen…
Thinking of this, Mary stood up involuntarily, anxiously scanning the dark surroundings.
And then the next second.
"Thud thud thud~"
The sound of galloping hooves rang out.
Carrying two swords, Allen suddenly burst through the darkness, appearing at the forefront of the wave of Wraiths.
"Boom~"
With a loud bang.
The green tide seemed to crash against the hardest rock.
The waves surged.
As if the tide had suddenly turned.
Dozens or even hundreds of Wraiths were instantly sent flying into the sky, crashing down into the midst of the wave of Wraiths, directly creating a large black gap. Like a massive rock suddenly standing in the middle of a green tide.
"Isn't the power of this Aard sign much stronger than at the beginning…"
Mary was taken aback.
"Thud thud thud~"
The sound of hooves grew closer.
Allen, riding a black warhorse, circled wide in front of the monster hunting army, getting as close as less than twenty meters.
Many soldiers clad in black armor even saw, in the firelight, a face younger than their children's, and a pair of cold, merciless blue eyes. But this was only for an instant.
In the next moment.
He charged once again into the green tide composed of Wraiths.
Charging in single-handedly!
Recklessly but fearlessly, like a small boat battling the sea. Seeing this heart-stirring scene, the monster hunting army fell silent for a few seconds before erupting into strong agitation.
"By the gods… this witcher… this witcher…"
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"The King of Mayfest in Ellander…"
"The Blue Death, this is the Blue Death…"
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Countless chaotic and fragmented voices gradually converged into a passionate roar: "Victory! Victory!"
The morale of the monster-hunting soldiers surged, but when Mary saw this scene, she felt as if she had fallen into an icy abyss. She gripped her chest with her right hand, biting her lip so hard that blood flowed, yet she didn't even notice.
"What happened, Mary?" Vera asked.
It was only at this moment that Mary came to her senses, her mouth filled with the taste of iron.
She licked her lips and looked at Vera, who was focused on arranging the ritual. After hesitating for several seconds, she carefully described the scene she had just witnessed.
After hearing Mary's description, Vera's figure momentarily froze before she continued with the ritual.
"It's almost done… almost done… just a bit longer… it will be ready soon…"
Muffled murmurs drifted into Mary's ears.
She looked up again at the witcher who was casting the Aard sign, sending a group of wraiths flying, and couldn't help but bite her lip again.
"It has to be fine… it will definitely be fine… it will definitely be okay…"
"It will definitely be…"
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"Clop, clop, clop~"
Amid the sound of hooves, green sparks erupted and burned out behind the black warhorses. As the horses surged forward, two small clusters of wraiths converged in the middle of the Wraith tide.
Green lanterns gathered, illuminating the faces of the Witchers.
Their disheveled hair was blown wild by the fierce wind, veins bulged around their temples and eye sockets, and their faces appeared as pale as corpses.
This was a manifestation of the potent toxicity of alghoul decoction.
What would kill an ordinary person with just one drop was, for Witchers, a good medicine to temporarily enhance their strength.
"All potions that can temporarily boost physical condition, strength, agility, etc., are harmful to the human body…"
"Unless absolutely necessary, try to… try not to take too much…"
For some reason, amidst the howling wind, the Witcher suddenly recalled the memory of being caught taking the Blizzard potion by the little priestess.
He remembered that just before that, Lysa had been happily skipping in the garden in front of the shrine, humming a tune related to Sleeping Beauty.
"I wonder if the Temple of Melitele has suffered from the Wild Hunt's spell attack…"
The Witcher sighed softly.
With a thought, he checked: "Main Quest: [Specters' Revenge Festival] Eliminate the wraiths (576/1614)"
Then he looked down.
"Hunting Task: Wraith I (Kill wraiths 96/100)"
"Only four more to go?" The Witcher muttered, glancing back.
After losing one-third of their numbers, the Wraith tide appeared much sparser. Moreover, most of them were distracted by the knight regiment led by Vesemir and the allure he provided.
Overall, the tide resembled a large and small pair of horns.
Vesemir stood at the tip of the large horn, while Allen was at the small one.
About four hundred more were still drifting toward the monster-hunting army, but because of the two parties' distraction, they were not moving as swiftly as before.
As long as the witchers remained, and as long as Allen and Vesemir could stabilize these two "horns," things should generally be okay.
The key was…
Could they hold it steady?
The Witcher couldn't help but sigh.
"Ah~"
Amid the screams, three more wraiths turned into green fireworks.
"Hunting Task: Wraith I (Kill wraiths 99/100)"
If possible, he really didn't want to complete this task right now.
Unfortunately…
It was not an option!
As he approached the monster-hunting army, he had glanced at the ritual Vera was setting up from a distance.
Although it was not feasible for him to help, with LV5 in Ritual Learning and knowledge of magical rituals, he could roughly estimate the completion time of the ritual. It was faster than he imagined, but it would still take at least half an hour.
Vesemir and the Ellander knights had managed to hold a large number of wraiths, but they were also seeing many lights returning to the tide from behind them.
And how was it for him?
As long as he stopped hunting, it wouldn't take long before the wraiths in the small horn would return to the tide. Then the speed of the Wraith tide would accelerate. This was a future Allen could foresee.
So, this hunting task…
He… had to do it.
"There are three bottles of alghoul Decoction left…"
"As long as I eliminate the monsters summoned by the convergence of spheres as quickly as possible, there will still be a chance!"
The witcher encouraged himself. Then he squeezed his thighs against the warhorse to accelerate.
He had to move away from Ellander as much as possible without letting the wraiths leave on a large scale, avoiding the massive shockwave generated by the convergence of spheres from affecting Vera's ritual setup.
"Clop, clop, clop~"
The warhorse galloped forward.
Allen quickly arrived at a small mound piled with bonfires. This place was on the route of the carnival, allowing him to see the Wraith tide clearly, roughly five to six hundred meters away. Some wraiths from the "small horn" he had attracted had already begun to drift away, so he couldn't go any farther.
"Hiss~"
He pulled the reins, causing the warhorse to stop abruptly with a loud whinny.
Dismounting.
The Witcher first drank a bottle of white honey to eliminate the effects and toxicity of both the Cat's Eye and the alghoul decoction. Then he drank another bottle of alghoul decoction and placed the Blizzard potion in the most convenient spot in his reagent bag.
Although the effect of the previous alghoul decoction still had a long time before it would end. But it couldn't be helped.
The toxicity of the alghoul decoction combined with the Blizzard potion was already at the limit Allen could endure. To eliminate the toxicity of the Cat's Eye, he had no choice but to do this.
Next.
The Witcher gathered up the dry branches prepared for the carnival parade and threw them all into the bonfire. Then he formed the Igni seal.
The dim bonfire suddenly blazed brightly.
"Phew~"
After thinking for two seconds without finding any other problems, the Witcher finally breathed a sigh of relief.
A prepared Witcher is invincible.
If it weren't for the uncertain position of the convergence of spheres, he might have even wanted to set up two Aard traps where the monsters would appear.
At this moment.
A Wraith phased out from twenty meters away from the Witcher. The Witcher didn't mind. Glancing at the green light appearing on his right rear, he crouched down to dodge the incoming long sword.
Following that, he stomped his right foot on the ground, spun around, and struck!
A blue light flashed.
"Swish," and the Wraith instantly transformed into a burst of green fireworks.
[Ding! Hunting task completed: Wraith I (Kill wraiths 100/100)]
[Rewards: Small Experience Orb *4000, Monster Codex—Wraith]
[Ding! Hunting Task: Wraith II (Kill wraiths 0/300) has been activated. Do you accept?]
After casually accepting the task, the Witcher took a deep breath and adjusted his condition to its best. Then he tightened his grip on Elsa, glanced at Vesemir, and then at the two small black dots behind the monster-hunting army.
The next second.
[Ding! Monster Codex "Wraith" has been unlocked, the conjunction of the Spheres "Wraith" will appear in 54 seconds, please prepare!]
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277. The First Battle of the Divine Sword Balmur.
278. White Light and Frost.
279. Please Make Way.
280. Settlement of the One-Eyed Wraith Extermination Rewards.
281. Ellander's Funeral.
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