White mist enveloped Goswellen.

In the alley, Arian was surrounded by knights and looked around.

Behind them were more urban residents, holding their own "weapons", wooden sticks, axes, hammers, and pitchforks, all kinds of strange things.

Arian's helmet was missing, his short hair stained with mud and water was pressed against his forehead, and a layer of white frost was already formed, and his heavy breathing condensed into fog directly in the air.

There was silence around.

Just now, his troops were still attacking the bridgehead.

The knights had gathered the residents of the city and once again formed a crushing force in terms of the number of people.

But this time he chose to hide behind and watch the commander.

The storm outside the city almost swept away all his courage.

The bridge-grabbing battle was already going smoothly, and Roche's water troops were almost reaching Xiannid Island.

Niphgad's defense line was retreating step by step, and the warlocks did not release any natural disasters that ruined the world.

Just as the dawn first appeared, a violent strong light suddenly burst out above the sea surface, and the white frost mist burst out from there, instantly swallowing the entire sea surface. It spread directly to the entire city of Goswellen without seeing the situation clearly.

Today, the soldiers and residents who had suffered too many "accidental frights" were directly panicked. They instinctively gathered nearby and were separated by the fog.

Arian can't see anything now. Not to mention the long bridge hundreds of meters away, even the building streets more than ten meters away are hidden in the white fog.

The sound of ice rustling around the ground was as if only dozens of people were left in the world.

The biting cold flooded everyone, and even extinguished the asphalt torch that survived the heavy rain.

The roar of unknown beasts echoed in the depths of the fog

There was a faint creaking sound from a distance, as if the giants were squeezing each other.

Bang

A sound came from the street in front.

Arian raised the steel sword in his hand, and saw snowflake-shaped ice crystals spreading on the sword.

Bang, bang.

The sound is getting closer.

It’s the sound of footsteps! Something is slowly walking towards here!

Bang, bang, bang.

A figure walked out of the fog with heavy steps and appeared in front of the crowd.

It was extremely tall, at least one head taller than the Knights present.

Its whole body is covered with steel armor, as if it is made of hundreds of steel bars interlaced, like a complete set of skeletons.

The steel armor is rusty, as if it has experienced countless years.

Under the helmet was a pale skeleton, and the dark eye holes were "looking at" everyone, as if they could devour people's souls.

Arian had never seen such a creature before, and his hands holding the sword were trembling. Just as he was hesitating, a knight next to him suddenly broke the silence.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

The knight directly raised the steel sword in his hand and rushed forward.

The creature looked at the knight rushing towards him, and a low and twisted sound came from the skeleton's pale teeth, as if the rotten wind was blowing from the dark cave.

“Ira   Madurak…”

It looked at the long sword that the knight slashed, and just stood there slightly sideways. The blade of the sword brushed past the rusty steel armor, bringing out a piece of red rust.

Failed to hit the attack, the Knight took a step forward and used the counterweight ball at the end of the hilt to hit the skeleton's face.

"Abolish your teeth!"

However, before he finished speaking, the knight was shocked to see that the hilt of his sword was pressed in the air by the other party with one hand and could not move at all.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the rusty iron sword penetrated the knight's breastplate.

A few howls came out from the fog. Two hyenas-like beasts rushed out from both sides of the skeleton warrior.

They crawled around with their limbs and covered with ice cones on their backs, dragging the knight, who had no breath, into the fog.

"Mad...Wild Hunting." A Goswellon resident seemed to recognize the "creature" in front of him, and his horrified scream caused a stir among the crowd.

Most people have heard of this name.

Moreover, in the myths of many ethnic groups, wild hunting represents the end of the world.

The people in horror began to flee in all directions. At the same time, the dense sound of footsteps came from the surrounding streets and alleys, followed by dozens of tall warriors walking out of the surrounding fog.

They put the rusty steel sword on their chests and surrounded the crowd.

"Roar out!"

Arian held up his sword and led the knights toward these mysterious enemies.

The two soldiers met, but the battle was one-sided. The fighting skills that soldiers and knights were proud of were like children's play and fight in front of these unknown enemies.

These skeleton warriors seem to have experienced many battles and possess strengths and skills far beyond them.

They wield heavy weapons, but they are more agile and fatal than dexterity, agility and death.

Soldiers and knights kept falling under the sword blades covered with red rust.

Screaming in tears, the crowd was already in chaos, as if a hunting dog made of ice ran through it, constantly dragging the lonely and injured people into the fog.

More screams rose and fell in the surrounding fog, gradually connecting into a piece of fog.

Arian swung left and right, fighting an enemy in front of him.

Yu Guangzhong, he saw one knight after another who was loyal to him collapsed in a pool of blood.

In the chaos, he saw a familiar figure walking out of the fog and his white hair flew.

The man opened his five fingers, and with a loud bang, the air seemed to explode from his palm, and a civilian holding a fork was knocked out of thin air.

"Gelart!" the young baron yelled.

The other party just locked him in, walked towards him, and slowly pulled out the long sword on his back.

The baron avoided the slash sideways, knocked away the tall warrior who was fighting with him, and rushed towards the witch hunter.

Arian grew up listening to Geralt's legend.

When he was a child, he would pester his grandma to tell himself his story before going to bed.

The well-known Bravekan massacre, the love, hate and vengeance of the witch hunters and the shriek.

That was the story forty years ago.

There is also the vampire bird in Temolia's castle. When he grew up, he realized that he was another illegitimate daughter of Fultest, and in a sense he was still his sister.

That was the secret from twenty years ago.

Arian grew up day by day, and the legend of his idol continued.

He longed for a magnificent and unruly life, but he could be trapped in the mud pit of the palace nobles and not escaped.

The farthest distance is now close to you.

The steel sword in his hand was raised high and slashed heavily.

But it was gently pushed away by the other party's long knife like a straw.

"Yaxy." A green light shone out from the white-haired man's left hand.

The consciousness instantly fell into chaos, causing Yalian to bow instinctively.

Before he could recover, a knee wrapped in leather armor rushed straight to the door in his sight.

Bang!

Arian lay on his back on the ground.

He saw a four-legged beast running towards him, like an ugly hairless hyena, with rough skin twisted together.

The hyena smelled it on his face, opened its stinking mouth, but was kicked away by the witch hunter who came over.

The scarred face appeared in the blurred vision.

Consciousness fell into darkness, and a thought flashed through Arian's mind.
Chapter completed!