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 beans and being smashed 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 En 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, the Wild Hunt is an ominous omen, foretelling the coming of war and other disasters.
The able-bodied people will be kidnapped in their processions, only to be found again later in life as empty shells that have lost their souls.
But today, [Wild Hunt] clearly demonstrated their strong purpose.
Aiming at an incomprehensible woman!
“I have to go.”
The beautiful woman with gray hair stared at the door of the hotel, as if the wooden door with uneven splicing gaps could provide Her false sense of security.
At the same time, her tall legs wearing high-heeled leather boots began to retreat.
"Please help me stop them, my knight. Just like you did when you protected me before, just like you promised me."
Her tone was natural, very frank and trusting. It was as if Lan En had really promised her.
But Lan En doesn’t remember, not even Mentos.
"Sir." The voice of the biological intelligence brain sounded faintly in Lan En's mind, "You didn't really find any way to shut me down, did you? I think she seems to be really sincere. . ”
Mentos’s tone was as always, in the style of a British butler.
But because of this, when it is in a weird mood, it is particularly irritating. This situation was completely unexpected when Lan En set the tone for it.
So now the young demon hunter feels that his teeth are hurting from anger.
“I also asked you if you were derelict in your duty! If you tell me you don’t know something that I can’t remember, then what do you do for food?!”
“ 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 miss anything."
Immediately, the nagging of the biological brain was forcibly pushed back by the subject.
Lan En's attention returned to the outside of his mind.
"I don't remember that we have met before, ma'am."
The witcher's necklace shook more and more violently, Lan En shook his head gently and slowly got up from the bench. stood up.
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 seemed not to care at all about this sense of oppression, and she had no idea what Lan En would do to her.
She still chuckled and backed away: "Actually, you have recognized me, haven't you?"
The young demon hunter did not respond directly, but still had a straight face: "But this is impossible! I hope she will be there this year I am only fourteen after my birthday, but what about you?"
The woman paused, and then continued: "I never thought that one day I would say 'impossible' from your mouth. 'This word."
She smiled happily.
"It seems that arriving earlier can indeed lead to a lot of unexpected fun. I have now successfully seen the side of you that you have not shown me."
"But it's a pity that I don't have much time left. Otherwise, I really want to stay in the room with you for a week without even leaving the door."
The strange woman's words did not impress Lan En. His expression changed. His tolerance for pornographic jokes had been greatly improved by the sorceress. The guy in front of him wasn't playing very well. After finishing speaking, the tall woman with mouse-grey hair had retreated to the counter.
She turned around and patted the alert Berengar on the shoulder.
“Remember to bring me a gift, Master.”
The old demon hunter was confused: "What do you mean? We haven't seen it yet!"
The woman didn't explain, but took out a few more silver coins from her pocket and threw them on the counter.
Regardless of whether the frightened hotel owner caught him or not, he reached out and picked a washed and peeled dried fish, a whole chicken, and a few hanging garlic and onions from the wall. .
With a deft turn, he climbed out of the small window on the back side of the hotel.
The dog outside the window thought it was another delicious leftover, but then it screamed because a person jumped to it alive.
Her body was very light, which amazed Berengar.
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 the demon hunters, it is estimated that only those from the cat school can do it.
But Berengar was only surprised, while 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 woman's problem.
Outside this small hotel, the soul-stirring sound of horse hooves from the Ghost Cavalry is 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 face, it almost brightened up the dim hotel.
The breath of the hotel owner and the two tables of guests also stopped.
"Hey, that's [Wild Hunt], you've never dealt with this kind of thing."
Berengar leaned close to Lan En and whispered.
"You really know that strange woman? Even if you do, there's no need to confront the Wild Hunt, right?"
"No, we don't know each other." Lan En Shaked 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 thick 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 don't believe in your fighting ability, just don't cause trouble for me, Master."
The last 'Master' was obviously sarcastic, but Berengar had already been 'ridiculed' by him when he first met Lan. Beyond combat effectiveness.
So at this time, I curled my lips and did not argue.
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