Chapter 94: Wild Hunting Blessing, Beast Tide Ends
Jueling Mountains.
Outside the Winter Temple, the old white-robed mage leaned over and carved a magic circle on the ground with a magic stone.
“In the past few days, I have set up several teleportation circles in the Jueling Mountains, so that when Isidora wakes up, I can arrive in time.”
Kendra turned his head and said to the temple's guardian beast, the Snow Leopard.
The snow leopard nodded and said in a heavy tone: "I can't leave the Jueling Mountains. If Isidora tries to escape, I hope you will intercept it."
Kandela stroked his white beard and said: "This is what it is. The King of Beijun has entrusted me with a commission, not to mention that I don’t want to see a disaster happen.”
These days, Candela has been traveling between the Jueling Mountains and the Beijun Kingdom, setting up many countermeasures against Isi. Dora has no time to care about anything else.
At this time, the snow leopard looked up at the sky in the distance, only to see clouds shrouding it, and said in a stern tone:
"This is... the smell of wild hunting."
The next moment, the snow leopard saw the black fog covering the sky, its pupils shrank, and there was a look of shock in its eyes.
"How is this possible? Could it be that the King of the Wild Hunt has arrived in person?"
Candra also looked serious.
No one knows yet whether the King of the Wild Hunt is a human or a god. There is very little information about him, but it is certain that he, as a sixth-ring mage, cannot compete with him.
But even so, at least he can escape from the King of the Wild Hunt. This is a good opportunity for the Mage Guild to obtain information about the King of the Wild Hunt!
"I'm going to investigate the situation." Candela said to Snow Leopard.
Snow Leopard nodded and watched the albatross transformed by Candela flap its wings and fly away, with a look of deep worry in its eyes.
The albatross soared in the cold wind and soon saw the scene outside the ice city -
Black mist obscured the sky, filled with an extremely depressing atmosphere, and Youdao's overlord-like figure , standing on horseback in the black mist.
"King of the Wild Hunt!" Candela was shocked.
Although I have never seen the true appearance of the King of the Wild Hunt, I can determine his identity just by looking at his aura!
In front of the King of the Wild Hunt, the figure of the goddess of art that Candela had seen before was confronting him.
"Yeats?" Candela quickly thought of a figure, his eyes fell on the silver-haired boy standing on the city wall, and his eyes lit up, "Sure enough, he is here!"
At this time, Cong Bing From the other side of the city, a severely injured red-haired woman came riding on the back of a snow leopard.
Candra remembered that he had met her before, and they were introduced by Yeats, and their name was Hilud.
Herod's arrival made the King of the Wild Hunt and the Goddess of Art look in her direction.
The sudden change.
Under Hilud's seat, the winter mark on the snow leopard's forehead lit up, and one of the wills appeared, falling on the ice wall, guarding Yeats.
That will turned into a winter goddess holding a long bow and wearing a hunting suit, looking like an iceberg beauty.
On the city wall, Yeats looked at the two goddess incarnations guarding him, and even he was stunned for a moment.
Whose chosen one am I?
Soon, Yeats looked in the direction of the black mist again.
The three of us are too strong, even the King of the Wild Hunt can't do anything to us!
The goddess of winter and the goddess of art looked at each other silently, and there was something strange in Yeats's eyes when he saw the two goddesses.
As if asking, why are you here too?
Yeats said in his heart, as the chosen one of art and the envoy of winter, two big guys came to the rescue, here in the Ganges River!
The King of the Wild Hunt, who looked very unruly, looked at the two goddess incarnations, then looked at Herod, with a hint of emotion in his voice.
"How did you do it?"
Yeats thought for a while and said:
"Talent."
"Haha."
The King of the Wild Hunt laughed hoarsely:
"Forget it...those who resist fate, this is a gift to you."
Yeats felt A trace of black mist poured into his body and was absorbed by the panel in the blink of an eye.
Then the prompt sounded.
"You have been blessed by the King of the Wild Hunt!"
"Blessing·Lock of the Wild Hunt."
"Lock of the Wild Hunt: You summon a string of The ghostly chain of magic selects a creature within your sight as its target, entangles or drags it to you."
Yeats was stunned.
I actually got benefits from the big BOSS-like King of the Wild Hunt!
It seems to be a very practical spell, with another control skill!
The King of the Wild Hunt turned around and gradually disappeared into the black mist that covered the sky.
The black mist gradually closed up and the sky cleared, as if He had never appeared, leaving only a faint voice echoing in Yeats's heart.
"This time, don't let go."
Yeats was slightly startled.
Did the King of the Wild Hunt say this to himself, or to me? What does He call a person who resists fate?
"It shouldn't be possible to see through my identity as a player." Yeats thought to himself, "Or maybe there are many people who resist fate, and I happen to be one of them?"
After all, if he had not traveled through time and become the lord of Chenshuang Ridge, Yeats did not think that Chenshuang Ridge would have survived this tide of beasts.
Legend has it that the fate of this world is spun by an artifact called the ‘Spinning Wheel of Destiny’.
The three goddesses of destiny are responsible for the past, present and future respectively, and control the threads of destiny.
And now, perhaps a certain thread of fate has changed, and the King of the Wild Hunt feels something in his heart, calling me a person who resists fate...
Yeats shook his head.
This is just my unfounded conjecture.
In the final analysis, with the departure of the King of the Wild Hunt and his army of Wild Hunt, the biggest obstacle has disappeared.
Next, kill the remaining monsters to survive this beast wave!
Yeats looked at the two goddess incarnations in front of him and wanted to say thank you.
Unexpectedly, they turned into two streams of light, one green and one blue, rushing towards the sky and disappearing.
Yeats looked down at the dim "Edon's Musical Instrument Brooch". Although he could still transform it into a musical instrument, it seemed that he could no longer summon the incarnation of the goddess of art.
Looking at the snow leopard, Yeats found that the mark of the Holy Emblem on its forehead had also become dim.
"Hope is only temporary."
Yeats thought to himself, quickly cheered up, and directed Kelya to greet Hilud who returned from injury.
In the sky.
Candra watched the whole scene and was shocked.
Without the presence of Yeats, the incarnation of the goddess of art and the goddess of winter would never have arrived.
Yeats, with his first-level strength, faced the King of the Wild Hunt without fear, and even forced him back!
Overlooking the battlefield, seeing that there was no need for him to intervene, the albatross transformed by Candela flew back to the Jueling Mountains and continued to warn the white dragon, thinking to himself:
"Yeats's future is hard to estimate. Maybe I You can consider accepting him as a disciple.”
“In this way, I can also accept Yeats’s snowy owl as a disciple, and get the best of both worlds...”
Phew!
The crossbow arrow shot by Lotta penetrated the warg's head.
When the last monster fell, Yeats seemed to be able to hear the sound of a big stone falling to the ground in his heart.
Outside the city, the setting sun was like blood, and corpses lay everywhere.
The Wild Hunt Knights have kidnapped many monsters, but the remains of them are already a considerable fortune.
There was silence everywhere. Yeats lowered his head and saw Gray sitting tiredly under the wall, covered in blood and panting.
Feeling Yeats's gaze, Gray raised her head and gave a silly smile.
Yeats smiled slightly.
At this time, Sora and Hild came over.
"Lord Yeats." Sola lowered his head, his eyes shining with deep respect.
Hilud hugged one right arm and nodded silently.
Yeats saw the injury on Hilud's arm and took the initiative to hold her right hand.
Subsequently, Yeats's palm released the light of healing. With the boost of "Swamp Heart Emerald", the healing effect was enhanced, and the injury gradually healed.
Hilud quietly watched Yeats, looking at his side face. Under the setting sun, his face was covered in blood, and there was a concentration in his eyes that made his heart beat fast.
"The tide of beasts is over." Hilud whispered.
"Yes." Yeats exhaled, slowly smiled, and said:
"We have won."
The entire Chenshuang Ridge fell into silence, and everyone's face was filled with confusion, disbelief, or joy of surviving the disaster.
And when the news of defeating the beast tide spread throughout the territory.
Yeats heard a wave of cheers surrounding him.
People responded to the victory with shouts, ecstasy and tears!
"Survived!"
"Really defended Chenshuang Ridge!"
"Long live the lord!"
Yeats was tired but happy, and couldn't help but Pause, order people to count casualties, and have people deal with the corpses of monsters outside the city.
Materials that could be sold were cut and preserved, waiting to be traded with the Chamber of Commerce. Materials that could not be sold were burned. Yeats specifically ordered disinfection work to avoid infection with diseases.
"Hilud, how did you dispose of the body of the Thunder-fang Wolf?" Yeats asked emphatically.
“Still in the snow.” Hilud said softly, “Waiting for you to deal with it.”
Yeats nodded with satisfaction and said:
“Big Meals and celebrations are both indispensable!”
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(End of this chapter)