Chapter 798: 780 Wild Hunt

Chapter 798: 780 Wild Hunt

Chapter 798 780. Wild Hunt

What are you talking about? How is this possible in summer?!

Berengar refuted the woman's words based on his own experience and knowledge, but soon, the pupils in his own cat eyes suddenly shrank uncontrollably.

On the road outside this small hotel, a large group of cavalry seemed to appear out of thin air.

Heavy and unusually erratic horse hooves trampled the muddy roads in Willen's countryside. As the sound of horse hooves came, the sound of rainwater being frozen into ice peas and smashing down became more and more urgent.

[Wild Hunt] looks like a group of ghost knights riding skeleton horses. Under the leadership of the King of the Wild Hunt, they ride through the night sky in groups, accompanied by lightning, thunder, and ghostly howls. and nightmares.



Lan has never come face to face with this famous magical phenomenon.

Yes, before today, Lan En always felt that the so-called "Wild Hunt" should be a magical phenomenon. Or they are victims of some large curse that has existed since ancient times.

In folklore, wild hunts are ominous omens, foretelling the coming of war and other disasters.

able-bodied people would be abducted in their processions, only to be found later as soulless husks.

But today, [Wild Hunt] clearly demonstrated their strong purpose.

I dont remember us meeting before, maam.

His huge body cast an even bigger shadow under the light. It was another sense of oppression that was different from the wild hunting outside the house.

But the woman who was being questioned by him in a rude tone didn't seem to care about this sense of oppression at all, and she didn't think Lan En would do anything to her.

Soon, the nagging of the biological brain was forcibly pushed back by the subject.

"But you know in your heart that this is not possible, sir." Mentos responded to his subject methodically, his tone as elegant as ever. "I never leave anything out."

But Lann didn't remember, not even Mentos.

She still chuckled and backed away: "Actually, you have recognized me, haven't you?"

Aiming at an incomprehensible womans purpose!

"I have to go."

But for this reason, when it is in a strange mood, it is particularly irritating. This situation was completely unexpected when Lan En set the tone for it.

The beautiful woman with gray-haired eyes stared at the door of the hotel, as if the wooden door with uneven splices and gaps could provide her with an illusory sense of security.



After all, although this woman only wore some light leather armor and mail armor, she still weighed more than ten or twenty kilograms, which affected her sensitivity.

It is rare for ordinary people to be able to make such light movements under such clothes.

In fact, among witchers, it is estimated that only those from the cat school can do it.

But Berengar was only surprised, and Lan frowned when the woman made a move to escape through the window.

Those techniques and breathing look so familiar!

But now there is no time to dwell on this womans problem.

Outside this small hotel, the soul-stirring hoofbeats of the Ghost Cavalry are extremely close!

Lan En turned his head in the direction of the sound of horse hooves and walked towards the hotel door.

He pulled down his hood, and his molten silver-like hair slanted down from inside. Together with his eerily handsome appearance, it almost brightened up this dim little hotel.

The breaths of the hotel owner and the two tables of guests were also stagnant.

Hey, thats [Wild Hunt], youve never dealt with anything like this.

Berengar leaned close to Lan and whispered.

That weird woman really knows you? Even if she does, theres no need to confront the Wild Hunt, right?

"No, we don't know each other." Lan En shook his head, "But if it's really like what I guessed"

Lan En did not finish speaking, but his brows furrowed deeper.

"Anyway, let's help her block this for a while."

The young witcher unbuckled the cloak around his neck.

He carried the heavy and wide hooded cloak to Berengar.

By the way, Lan En also put his hand on Berengar's shoulder, pushing the old demon hunter who wanted to be with him on the edge of the counter.

I dont believe in your fighting ability, just dont cause trouble for me, Master.

The last master was obviously sarcastic, but Berengar had already been ridiculed by Lan about his combat prowess when he first met Lan.

So at this time, I curled my lips and did not argue.