A fantastical journey across the heavens, beginning with the Witcher.

Li De observed the situation for a while before finally deciding to join, not out of pity, but out of curiosity as to why these elves were being hunted by the Wild Hunt.

As elves, the El and Sid are not allies, but they are not mortal enemies either.

Right now, these ghost knights are adopting a fight to the death, clearly intending to wipe them out completely.

So he decisively switched swords and drew Godwil.

The sharp sound of the silver sword being drawn drowned out the magical roars and metallic clanging on the field, instantly attracting the attention of several wraiths. They abandoned their original targets and turned to pounce on the oblivious witcher.

"Igni!"

They were met with a powerful magical seal, and surging flames formed a wall of fire that crashed down on the ghosts with intense heat that could incinerate everything.

"roar!"

The piercing roar carried a chilling aura that seemed to penetrate the soul. Li De bared his teeth: "That's a really awful scream."

He mocked her verbally, but his hands never stopped; the silver sword followed him everywhere.

He seized the opportunity when the ghost was burned by the flames and made a mudra with his left hand.

The purple magic representing Arden flowed onto the ground, forming a purple magic circle that, like a cage, locked several ghosts in place.

The next instant, the sword shadow swept across, and a cold light slashed through.

The three arrogant ghosts instantly disintegrated, turning into countless tiny sparks, their wails swallowed by the flames.

These projections are only slightly stronger than the Night Spirits, but with the help of Frost and the fact that they are not afraid of death, they can easily deal with ordinary people even if they only use numbers to suppress them.

If it were an elven sorcerer, they wouldn't dare to recklessly unleash their spells, for fear of harming their own kind.

But Li De was not an elf; he had no scruples.

Igni, Ald, Axi, Yaden... the five signs bombarded in turn, unleashing their magic without reservation.

The raging Igni flames swept across the entire battlefield in the most explosive manner, turning everything in sight into a crimson gold.

The Alder sign followed closely behind, its shockwave and fire wave merging to utterly crush the ghost's charge. Ice mist and heat tumbled and collided in mid-air, forming eerie steam clouds.

The ghost that ambushed from the shadows had barely gotten close when it was forcibly controlled by the Axii sign, standing frozen in place, and was reduced to ashes after two sword strikes.

As he moved, dodged, and charged, the Arden Magic Array continued to expand and spread, eventually covering most of the battlefield;

Purple arcs of electricity leaped wildly among the hordes of ghosts, jolting each projection in a jerky, stuttering manner, like a black-and-white animation with dropped frames.

But the Wild Hunt spirits kept pouring out from the black and white portals, determined to exterminate these elves.

Even with Li De's formidable skills, it was difficult for him to remain unharmed amidst the siege of so many enemies. The Kunen Seal shattered and reformed repeatedly.

If it weren't for a pair of magically made arm guards that could block those transparent weapons, he would have been like the fallen elven warrior, pierced through the body by the soul weapons and died without shedding a drop of blood.

"If this continues, we'll be worn down sooner or later."

Li De frowned, a warning bell ringing in his heart.

Even more troublesome than the ghosts is the ubiquitous white frost.

In just a few minutes, his armor was covered with a thick layer of ice, and the cold air seeped into his bones through the gaps in the armor, making even his breath feel like it was filled with ice shards.

If it weren't for the extreme cold stimulating his internal magic, forcing it to circulate wildly to resist the freezing, he would have already turned into an ice sculpture.

His gaze darkened as he looked toward the crumbling magical barrier at the edge of the village.

The biting frost had slowly seeped through the cracks in the barrier. Inside, the strong warriors could still grit their teeth and hold on, but the old, weak, women and children were already shivering from the cold, with frost covering their hair and clothes.

The druid who was maintaining the barrier was trembling violently, his face was ashen, and large beads of sweat kept rolling down his face. He was obviously overdoing his spells and his life force was severely depleted.

"Destroy the portal first."

Having made up his mind, Li De simply sheathed the silver sword again.

Raise both hands and simultaneously cast the Igni sign. The double fire waves overlapped, creating an effect far greater than the sum of its parts.

The ghosts, which could originally resist the magical flames, vanished instantly as if shadows had met sunlight, and even the white frost on the ground began to slowly melt.

The druid, who was struggling to maintain the barrier, stared in disbelief. Ignoring the stinging sweat that was running into his eyes, he forced his eyes wide open to look at the man in the center of the raging flames, who was setting fires and grinning maliciously. He felt like he had seen a ghost.

Having been hunted by the Wild Hunt for over two months, he had a deep understanding of the power of the White Frost. It was a terrifying natural disaster that could freeze souls into ice sculptures, the natural enemy of all life. Even the powerful El race could only constantly seek new worlds to hide from it.

This force can only be spread in a simple way through portals, rather than being controlled, even by the Wild Hunt.

Their illustrious reputation, built through war and plunder across the world, owes half its glory to the extreme cold and natural disasters they brought.

But the Witcher in front of us actually melted the white frost with a magical hand gesture?

This wasn't just seeing a ghost; it was as if a ghost had performed a lewd dance in front of him and then sang him a song!

Li De focused on maintaining the magic seal. The difficulty of dual casting was still quite high. It was like establishing two magic flow systems in his body at the same time. In just a few seconds, the intense pain of the magic conflict was about to tear his whole body apart.

Fortunately, after a burst of clearing, all the ghosts in the area were burned to ashes, and many flames even surged into the other end through the portal.

He seized the opportunity, took out two precious magic-blocking gold bombs from his pouch, lit them quickly, and threw one into the portal and the other out.

Boom!

Two violent explosions rang out almost simultaneously, sending thick powdery anti-magic gold flying everywhere.

Under the combined attack from both inside and outside, the portal collapsed instantly. Before it collapsed, a painful roar could be faintly heard.

Seeing the portal destroyed, the druid finally breathed a sigh of relief. The moment he removed the magical barrier, his legs went weak, and he collapsed heavily to the ground.

Looking at the sky where the dark clouds had dissipated, a sense of relief at surviving the ordeal welled up in my heart.

"It's finally over."

Before he could finish speaking, the light in front of him was blocked by a shadow.

Then, a longsword gleaming with a bright yellow light was pressed against his throat, and the sharp tip of the sword cut off a considerable amount of his chin hair with just a slight touch.

"You seem to be getting a little excited. You really think of me as your helper?"

Li De grinned, and his gaze alone was enough to scare away the elven warrior who wanted to save people.

It's no wonder they're cowardly. Usually, they're the ones being slaughtered by the Wild Hunt, and this is the first time they've seen humans who treat the Wild Hunt like chickens. To have the courage to pick up a longsword is already quite heroic.

"Calm down, Witcher, we mean no harm."

The druid swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing against the tip of the sword, instantly drawing a string of blood.

"No ill intent?" Li De sneered. "Just now at the village entrance, when you were shooting arrows at me, you weren't as friendly as you said. Don't play dumb with me, where's that sorcerer? Hiding in the shadows, preparing to ambush me?"

His gaze swept over all the possible hiding places, but he found nothing unusual, and the Witcher badge on his chest stopped vibrating.

How did you know?

The druid's eyes widened. The message he received clearly stated that the witcher had only accepted the bounty yesterday, and he was already shocked that they had managed to track down their location today. Now it seemed that the other party had even found out their personnel composition perfectly.

Li De scoffed, "The magic that shattered the manor walls and the vault ceiling was incredibly powerful. Your illusion skills are quite good, but as for destructive power..."

They said nothing, yet it seemed like they said everything.

A flush of anger rose on the druid's pale face: "My body hadn't recovered! In my healthy state, one Ishtar Fire could burn down an entire Wild Hunt."

He tried to get up and argue, but the sword tip pressed against his throat forced him back to the ground.

"Oh? It seems my loot will soon include the head of a powerful druid. What preservation method do you prefer? Pickling? Mummy? Or shaving it into a skull? I can have your name engraved on it."

Li De bent slightly, staring intently into the druid's eyes: "Now, tell me, where is that warlock?"

The blade was already pressed against his skin; any further and it would pierce his throat.

The druid tried to hold on, but the threat of death instantly crushed all his spirit, and his face turned ashen again.

"Let him go, I'm here."

A weak but calm voice slowly emerged from the shadows, interrupting the standoff, or rather, interrupting this one-sided threat.