Chapter 802 784 Islini’s Prophecy


Chapter 802 784. Islini’s Prophecy

“Ah!”

The velvet ball on Qilin’s back sneezed a little and scratched his nose with his paws.

Then he looked up at Lan En, who was holding the unicorn's mane with his right hand and his left hand hanging by his side.

“So, Lan En just had a short fight with a group of ghosts who could use ultra-low temperature attacks, meow?”

After saying that, the kitten lowered his head in disappointment.

"What a pity, meow, this is an opportunity to fight a ghost, meow!"

Lan gently hammered the kitten helmet on the velvet ball head with the back of his left hand, and the little boy heard a 'dang' sound. The cat covered his head.

"It's no pity. You don't even have a silver weapon or a weapon to defeat evil. What are you going to do when you face the ghost? Are you trying to escape?"

Kitty cat didn't seem to have thought about it. At this question, he let out a light 'meow' and froze while covering his helmet.

Berengar, who was on Poppy's back, was even more incredulous about many of the situations Lan described because of his experience.

"You said they didn't feel the slightest fear or flinch when they died and dissipated. Isn't that right?"

The old demon hunter whispered.

“Even demon spirits, souls that have been tortured crazy by jealousy of the living, will erupt in fearful cries when they finally dissipate. Because they are about to leave the human world where they have been lingering for a long time, and truly Enter the world of death."

"Nothing can escape death, not even ghosts."

"So I think" Lan En took up the topic and put forward his own guess. "They are not ghosts at all. In other words, becoming ghosts is just a means."

Berengar looked at him in confusion, not understanding what this meant.

"I have to describe their expressions when they were killed by me."

Lan En considered the words, trying to make his description as accurate as possible.

“It’s similar to a pity or an accident. It’s not like you’re about to lose everything you have in the face of death. Instead, it’s just like you’ve lost something that’s worth cherishing, but not very precious.”
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People from the Magical Middle Ages like Berengar may not understand what this state is, but Lan En feels familiar.

It's a bit like being a gamer facing the penalty of death.

"They have clear logic and clear purpose. They are here to pursue the ancient blood. This is very different from the crazy ghosts and demon spirits."

Then Lan En came from He took out a stone-like object still stained with blood from the alchemy leather bag.

That is the core of the constructed creature removed from the Wild Hunt Hound.

"There is also this thing, an obvious achievement of wisdom. It requires a huge accumulation of wisdom and technology to finally get the finished product. These cannot be explained by ghosts and curses."

"Those who have this kind of thing , at least it should be a country.”

“And the technical ideas of this thing, and the cold air emitted by those wild hunting hounds actually look a bit familiar to me.”

That elf beacon. .

The cold air on the core of the Wild Hunt Hound's construct is too similar to the Elf Beacon before it was analyzed and controlled by Margarita and Tisaya.

"The elf at the end was obviously not controlled, and the human at the beginning had no sense of autonomy at all, and a naked superior-subordinate relationship, right?"

Berengar listened to Lan En's series of analyses, and heard The whole person was in a daze.

“You are saying that there is a powerful country dominated by elves. For so long, it has been sending troops in the form of ghosts to this world to kill and plunder? It has even become a folklore legend. One ring? "

He covered his forehead with confusion in his eyes.

“No, no, no, let me explain it first.” “The legend of the Wild Hunt on the continent is too old to be verified, but your inference has almost completely overturned all the hypotheses so far!”


Lan En doesn’t care about this.

“After all, no one has survived after fighting them before, and saw the face under the skull mask, right?”

“And their special coldness... is there. If you stay in the thing for a long time, the steel and stone will be easily frozen to pieces, and no evidence or traces will be left."

"So I still think that I am right."
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Lan En said confidently.

“The kingdom of elves that can travel through time and space, using incredible cold air. It’s true that I encounter rare things every time I travel with you.”

Berengar shook his head. head, summarizing Lan En's conjecture.

But when he talked about the last ‘cold air’, he seemed to have thought of something.

“Islinee’s prophecy?”

Berengar murmured.

But Lan En still heard the sound.

"Prophecy? That famous elf prophetess? What exactly did it say?"

Although the status of this prophecy is known to everyone, young and old, Lan En is only halfway through it after all. people.

He can’t know everything about the many folk customs and popular songs in this world, right?

And Berengar did not dwell on Lan En's "ignorance". After all, he still believed that Lan En was a "pioneer work" specially cultivated by the Bear School.

Isolated education is normal.

“Know that the time of sword and ax is near, the age of wolves and snow. The time of frost and white light is coming, the age of madness and contempt: TeddDeireddh, the age of the end. The world Will die in the frost and be reborn in the new sun. That is when the seed sown by HenIchaer, the ancient blood, will rise again. >Ess'tuathesse! Heed the signs! To know what they are, hear me: First, the AenSeidhe - the blood of the elves - will flood the earth..."

Old Demon Hunter The man calmly recounted the prophecies of the elf prophetess.

To Lan En's ears, it was like all other famous prophecies, threatening everyone with a cruel future, and then saying a lot of ambiguous words that seemed to be relevant no matter how you interpreted them to increase your credibility.

But what is obviously different about this prophecy is that it clearly points out a concept: the blood of the ancients.

Berengar also reacted. He looked at Lan En with wide eyes and repeated the term inquiringly.

"Blood of the Ancients?"

The young demon hunter nodded.

For him, the first time he heard this word was in the mouth of Eisna, the Silver-Eyed Queen of the Dryads, in the Broklon Forest.

Whether it was this time or that time, this term directly pointed to one person-Xili.

Berengar is a person who can be trusted, and he has a stable nature. He always lives in Gos Velen. His friendship with Aretuza can ensure that he is not intimidated and is very safe.

So Lan En told Berengar what he knew about Ciri.

They were originally going to Kaer Morhen this time, and Geralt's destiny child would obviously be there, and they would meet sooner or later.

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