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

In the instant he drew his sword and turned around, the Toussaint steel sword flashed with a crimson light, its sharp blade slicing through like cutting through rotten wood.

A head covered by a skull helmet shot into the sky, and blood gushing from the severed neck sprayed into a bloody mist in mid-air.

"Flying head!"

Li De roared, the sound waves crashing against the cave walls and echoing, his golden cat eyes surging with the most primal desire to kill.

Behind him, the Wild Hunt general finally came to his senses, and a deafening roar erupted from beneath his skull helmet. The cold Elvish language was distorted by rage, sounding dull and distorted under the heavy metal mask, but it could not hide the almost overflowing fury.

That was the extreme anger of a superior whose authority had been trampled on and whose elite troops had been killed in public.

At this moment, the remaining Wild Hunt warriors managed to steady themselves as they staggered.

The next second, more than ten frost-covered weapons were pointed at the Witcher at the same time, and the Wild Hunt warriors stepped forward to surround him.

Li De's eyes narrowed, and his left hand quickly formed a hand seal. The pale golden Kun seal instantly condensed into a shield around his body, and then he detonated it fiercely!

Bang!

The magical shockwave exploded, blasting away three or four longswords that were about to strike him. The remaining swords were also affected by the impact, their movements becoming inaccurate, and they narrowly missed his side.

But in that instantaneous gap, a sense of crisis more chilling than frost rushed straight to the top of his head.

The Wild Hunt general's greatsword, brimming with fury, slashed down from behind.

At the critical moment, Li De suddenly twisted his body, and as he turned around, his right hand spun the steel sword with exquisite skill, deflecting the longsword slashing at him from the side towards his companion. Then, he raised his left forearm fiercely, directly meeting the overwhelming heavy sword.

clang!!

The deafening clang of metal clashing was almost ear-piercing. The terrifying force of the heavy sword traveled through the forearm guard, and Li De felt a numbness in his left arm. He was as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer and was instantly swept backward.

In mid-air, he forcibly steadied his slightly trembling left hand, unleashed the Ald sign, and the shockwave sent the two Wild Hunt warriors who had been chasing him flying.

The moment he landed, he rolled away to dodge the attacks of several ghosts, then pressed his right hand to the ground, and the Igni sign, after a brief charge, suddenly erupted!

boom!

The raging flames spread wildly from him, and the orange-red sea of ​​fire instantly engulfed half of the cave. The mournful howls rose and fell, and swathes of ghosts melted into specks of blue light in the flames. Even the white frost on the ground was evaporated by the high temperature.

Before the flames could be extinguished, a dark figure crashed through the fire and rushed in front of him.

The Wild Hunt general abandoned his men and relentlessly pursued the Witcher, raising his greatsword high, determined to kill him on the spot.

Li De's eyes turned slightly cold. He avoided a direct confrontation with his enemy, his figure moving like a ghost as he dodged to the side, his heavy sword slamming into the ground, sending frost and stones flying.

Taking advantage of the Wild Hunt general's turn, he unleashed a backhand Aard sign, the violent magic striking the enemy's chest and causing the already forward-leaning enemy to stagger forward two steps, his iron boots scraping against the ground with a screeching sound.

After succeeding, Li De did not linger and turned back into the Wild Hunt warriors' formation.

This is an experience he has gained over the years of fighting against overwhelming odds: if the enemy leader is weak, execute a decapitation strike to intimidate the rest of the enemy; if the enemy leader is strong, focus on maneuvering, first eliminating their wings, and at the same time dragging the battle into a protracted war.

The strength and stamina of the Bear School Witchers are unique among all schools!

At that time, he might even be able to laugh and shout out Captain America's classic line: "I can fight you all day!"

The Wild Hunt general saw through his intentions, which is why he immediately stepped forward to entangle him.

Unfortunately, Li De was as slippery as an eel and refused to fight head-on.

After charging back into the battle, Li De used his superior body control to abruptly stop, his forward momentum abruptly halting as he easily dodged the sweeping sword of the Berserker warrior.

At the same time, the Toussaint steel sword was already raised high above his head, and the domineering force of the bear-style heavy slash was instantly fully charged.

The first Wild Hunt warrior, having witnessed the terrifying power of that sword strike, was terrified and dared not block it head-on. However, his body control was far inferior to that of the Witcher, and he could not stop his forward momentum. It was as if he had deliberately crashed into the blade!

呲!

The sharp runic steel sword slashed diagonally into his shoulder without any resistance, cutting his armored body in two!

Hot, viscous blood spurted out, and the two severed torsos slammed heavily onto the ground, the sound of the metal armor hitting the ground clear and piercing.

This brutally cruel sword strike caused even the Berserker warriors, who had long been numb from the fighting, to pause for a moment involuntarily.

Seizing this fleeting opening, Li De slammed his left hand into the ground. The shockwave of the Ald Sign swept across the ground, sending the Wild Hunt squad sprawling.

He then stepped forward, his steel sword flashing like a scythe of death. Bright yellow rune arcs flashed three times, and three skull helmets flew into the air again, rolling into the pool of blood.

"Be careful!"

Olivia's exclamation suddenly pierced the battlefield, and Li De felt his hair stand on end. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that pale white lightning had already condensed and formed at the tip of the Wild Hunt mage's staff.

At this moment, the druid was tightly entangled by the frenzied ghosts, and Olivia was also blocked by the ghost tide, so she had no time to provide support!

At the critical moment, Li De suddenly crossed his arms to protect himself.

The Wild Hunt mage gave a cold, sneer.

The elements generated by magic are different from the elements in nature. This is why the wraiths, which are considered great enemies by the elven warriors, are as brittle as chicks when burned by the Igni sign.

The same applies to the spells of the Wild Hunt mage. Even if someone is wearing three layers of armor at the same time, if they are hit by his Kanriel Lightning, they will only end up with their armor shattered and themselves killed.

boom

White lightning struck the arm guard hard, and arcs of electricity surged wildly.

At that moment, the Wild Hunt mage seemed to see the Witcher being struck by lightning and turned into charred remains, and couldn't help but let out a "ha!"

However, after the spell dissipated.

Li De stood unharmed in the same spot, the surface of his arm guard slightly red, but it cooled down quickly without leaving a single scratch.

Li De suddenly remembered that when the dwarf master handed over the arm guards, he confidently said, "If a warlock throws a spell at you again, just raise your arm guards to block it, and you'll give him a surprise!"

"What a pleasant surprise!"

Li De's original intention was to block if he could, and to withstand if he couldn't. His magic resistance was not much worse than those monsters who specialized in elemental resistance. At worst, he would be seriously injured. The medicine in his bag was not just for show.

Who would have thought that the master craftsmanship would be so reliable!

The Wild Hunt mage was also dumbfounded. As a noble warlock, he treated all warriors equally and thought that dealing with a witcher who played tricks would be a piece of cake.

The results of it?

When he was at a disadvantage in the battle and his shield was broken, he could explain it away as a momentary lapse in concentration and the counteracting effect of the spells.

Even after putting aside all pride and launching a sneak attack, it was still blocked!

A moment of shock and disbelief became the fatal flaw.

Olivia would not let this opportunity slip by. Golden and blue lightning surged to its maximum at her fingertips, and a thick bolt of lightning pierced through the dense swarm of ghosts, striking the Wild Hunt mage with pinpoint accuracy!

Unfortunately, the mage's robes and armor were made of extraordinary materials. The full-force lightning strike only charred his body and caused him to let out a mournful howl. After staggering back a few steps, he steadied himself by leaning on his staff, clearly not having lost his fighting ability.

Just as Li De felt a sense of relief, the heavily armored figure behind him swarmed him again.

After losing six of his men in succession, the Wild Hunt general finally abandoned his initial indifference and arrogance.

He realized that the witcher before him was not one of those insects he could crush at will, but an opponent worthy of his full strength.

Beneath the skull mask, the cold and majestic Elvish language slowly drifted out.

"You, kill those lowly people first, retrieve the manuscript, and hand this human over to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the remaining Wild Hunt warriors immediately obeyed the order, stopped attacking Li De, and instead charged toward the elven defense line with their longswords.

Li De's heart sank instantly; the situation for the elves was far from optimistic.

The druid's vines froze and shattered layer by layer under the white frost and ghostly swords. The exquisite illusions were completely ineffective against the tidal wave of Wild Hunt projections. They only needed to pounce forward and kill to sweep through the entire cave.

Olivia was struggling alone, having to hold up a protective shield against the raging frost while using magic to put out fires everywhere, her strength was visibly draining away.

The elven warriors also suffered heavy casualties. The swordsmen in the front row fell one after another, and the arrows of the archers in the back row had little effect on the ghosts. The defensive line was teetering on the brink of collapse and could be completely overwhelmed at any moment.