The Divine Hunter - Chapter 626

Chapter 626 Severe winter is coming

A distant world.

Tirnalia, the capital of the Kingdom of Ain El.

A palace stands behind the catkins that flutter in the wind like green gauze on the river.

It is very different from the ordinary marble and alabaster structure. The main body of this palace is made of slender white lace. It is ethereal, light and delicate, like a mirage suspended in the air.

The breeze blows, the catkins caress, the mist cruising, the river ripples, and the palace seems to be about to rise by the wind at any time.

…

Pass through ivy-coated suspension bridges, hollowed-out fountains, mosaic tile statues, arabesque balustrades, cloisters, domes, and thin stalactite-like towers.

In an ornate room decorated with stained glass windows, mirrors, reliefs and floral tapestries, chandeliers in the center of the palace stands a thin, tall man.

He was dressed in a black jacket and wore a pair of traditional elf high boots with buckles.

His long grey hair fell on his sloping shoulders and slid down his smooth back,

The hands holding the railing are white and slender, and the fingers are slender like a woman.

But at this moment, the man stared at the lake where the swans swam outside the window, and his eyes like molten lead were filled with the vicissitudes of life.

“Ian Savigny, Eredin and Callanhill?”

He turned and glanced at the blond elf sitting in front of the low desk. The sunlight pouring in from the window reflected an incredible brilliance on the black jacket, making his head seem to have a sacred halo around his head.

“Your Majesty Oberon, call me Avarak.”

“The two of them have just finished their long mission, and they are arranging their appearance. They will come to meet when they are full of energy and in a stable mood. And I can’t wait to bring you good news.”

The elf sage smiled gently, revealing a set of white and small teeth without canines.

“Fortunately, we survived the humiliation and managed to make Hoarfrost stop. This world has more than half a year of stability.”

“Avalak,” Oberon looked at him earnestly, his tone slowly as if every word had to be exhausted, “I will remember your contributions and sacrifices for the race.”

“Your Majesty’s words are serious, and this is the responsibility that should be fulfilled.” Avalak changed the conversation, “But unfortunately, safety is only temporary.”

“I don’t know which link has gone wrong. The power of Hoarfrost is constantly strengthening, and it is passing through cosmic rifts at a speed beyond what was expected in the past, approaching the world of Ain Shedi and our world, especially the latter.”

Oberon’s face was serious, and he was listening.

“In the past six years, the red knights led by Eredin have given up looting completely, and have only focused on letting the navigator Karanhir travel through time and space and lead away Hoarfrost—”

A shadow passed over Avalak’s face, and he waved his hand casually—in the way of an elves, only movements, no spells.

A luminous curtain was suspended in front of the two of them, weaving a series of lifelike scenes——

The strong whistle and the rumbling sound of hooves exploded, a group of knights galloped in the chaos, the bull-headed helmet swayed with the wind, and the blood-like red cloak fluttered behind them, like a stretched flag.

In front of the    cavalry team, there were shimmering cracks constantly appearing, and they kept going in and out, running from a darkness to another unknown realm.

From the beginning to the end, there was a white ribbon with no end in sight, chasing after the red knights. Death follows them, swift and unstoppable, entwined in their rusted armor of interlocking steel rings, their tattered crests.

Covered their entire bodies with a layer of pale, crystal-clear ice ridges.

Tattoo!

The   biting chill fell along with the raised horse’s hoof, about to break the projection screen, and circles of jagged white freezing air gushed out of the red knight’s tall and majestic body.

But the riders’ eyes were firm, leading the wave of frost, and they rode their horses galloping forward–

Finally got rid of the white nightmare behind him after a shuttle.

But the dark dome was cut with numerous holes by countless shuttles, like a mirror surface forcibly glued together, with cracks all over it, and it could be broken and collapsed at any time.

There was a faintly pale behemoth, hiding behind the fissure, casting malicious peeps.

“As you can see, the red knights lead away the hoarfrost, but they have to create more cracks, and the more cracks, the faster the hoarfrost will gather, which is equivalent to drinking poison to quench thirst.”

Avalak raised a wine glass on the table and swayed it full of wine.

“It’s like using a cup to hold back the rain from the sky, when it’s full, the water will overflow and fall into our world, drowning, freezing, and obliterating all life.”

Oberon nodded heavily, his elegant and thin cheeks were filled with tiredness and helplessness, becoming more and more old and decadent, “I remember the great sage Islini’s prophecy revealed that no matter how delayed, the White Frost Era will eventually come. Now it seems that this process has been greatly accelerated, as for the reason, have you investigated it?”

“You have ruled the Ain Hill family for six hundred years. It should be clear that Hoarfrost has only been interested in one thing from beginning to end. Since ancient times, it has tirelessly pursued our clan, from one world to another. A world is all for the end to swallow up that bloodline.”

“Blood of the Elders.” Oberon blurted out, rubbing the bridge of his nose, his tone was more decadent, and his expression was helpless and tired. “But in the past 100 years, there has only been one navigator, Kalan Hill, in Ain El, an incomplete ancient bloodline, which has limited appeal to Baishuang, so it shouldn’t be brought forward so long.”

“We have good reason to believe,” Avalak clenched his fists, and the sea-like blue eyes flashed with heat, “the variable comes from the world of Ain Shedi (Witcher).”

“There is no doubt that when the age of hoarfrost came in the prophecy, Swift, who reborn the world, has awakened the blood of the ancients, and the awakening degree is very deep. She has a hundred times more powerful than Laura Doren and even those of us who know it. The ability. It is her presence that attracts Hoarfrost to approach like mad.”

“Swift, Zireael, you’re referring to my daughter who was deceived by the shameless human warlock Craignan,” a trace of complex warmth and guilt flashed in the Elf King’s eyes, “It should belong to you. Fiancee Laura Dolan.”

“The bloodline descendant of Laura Doren to be exact.”

Avalak had a love-hate relationship on his face.

Elf’s near-eternal life, the biggest trouble is sex.

Love between likes quickly becomes dull, fresh and exciting.

Therefore, some elves have feelings for human beings belonging to alien races, and are attracted, coaxed, and abducted by them.

The successor of   The Blood of the Ancients, Laura Dorren, is the most famous representative among them. She is also the culprit who made the blood of the Ancients flow from the Ain El tribe to another world.

Ancestor of Ciri.

Avalak sighed,

“Swift has matured… and I have never relaxed my search for her in addition to dealing with Hoarfrost in recent years.”

“I pulled the cocoons from the massive historical documents and finally found her whereabouts.”

The elf sage once again created a light curtain, and in the curtain stands an inverted pyramid-shaped blood tree, the top of which is written——

Laura Dorren Ep Hildahar, and Craignan of Lord.

Passing through several generations from top to bottom, including the sixth generation of the Sintra lioness, Calanthe, and her husband, Prince Rogner, Ebin;

The seventh-generation Sintra princess Pavetta, and the hedgehog-headed Dhoni (Emhyr Enreth);

In the end, condensed into one name at the bottom, the Cubs of Sintra—

Cerila Fiona Ellen Leanlon

The gorgeous room was instantly quiet.

The man who holds the power of the Wild Hunt, the sage who knows the blood of the ancients best, stared at this name, relatively speechless.

Trapped in long memories.

“I found out that after the Battle of Sintra… Calanthe and her granddaughter, Princess Ciri, who was in pure ancient blood, disappeared completely.”

“There were even rumors in that world that she was dead…but the truth is quite the opposite – Calanthir has detected waves of the Elder Blood many times, the most intense in Norweigry, Maribor, Skellige It was a few months ago, in Vikvaro to the south.”

Avalak paused, stood up suddenly, his eyes flashed terrifyingly,

“So strong, no less than the fluctuations of the ancient bloodline sons who sent the Red Knights to other worlds hundreds of years ago.”

“This is enough to prove that the blood of the ancestors survived and recovered completely.”

Avalak looked at Oberon,

“In the past few years, I have cooperated with Eredin to guide Bai Shuang with all my strength and have no time to withdraw.”

“But now, Your Majesty, the crisis is temporarily lifted. I implore you to send your most elite troops to join me in the world of Ain Shedi and bring back the long-lost ancient blood of the tribe.”

“We must go all out in this move. It may not be enough to send out the gate of the world to transform the Ghost Rider (Wild Hunt). There are strong people in the human race who understand the preciousness of the blood of the ancients and oppose us.”

Arawak said earnestly,

“I hope that Eredin and the most powerful navigator, Callan Hill, will take action and let the Red Knights physically teleport over and search them one by one.”

In the tens of thousands of years of history of the Ain El family, the Red Knight is the pioneer of the development of the plane and the most powerful warrior.

Not only masters outstanding martial arts and spells (human magic is learned from elves).

In the process of constantly dodging cosmic disasters, a few members even learned to harness the power of hoarfrost.

The cold is pouring down, and everything is dead.

Oberon quietly squeezed the gold collar between his necks – the symbol of the ruler, called “torc’h” in the ancient language.

After a moment of contemplation, he seemed to have been stabbed in a pain point, his face flushed abnormally,

“Wait for the Red Knight to bring Swift back, and then what? Avalak, wouldn’t you have the same idea as Eredin, let me breed with a half-blooded female and create a new generation of ancient blood?”

Ciri is his great-granddaughter of unknown generations.

Avalak shook his head,

“Unfortunately, White Frost is imminent, and it is not realistic for her to conceive your child in a hurry.”

Oberon breathed a sigh of relief.

“The biggest possibility at present is to let Swift and Calanhill join forces to assist our Ain El tribe to pass through the ‘Gate of All Worlds’ and move away from this world and Ain Shidi’s world. Avoid the imminent The coming ice age.”

Oberon sighed with dismay. From the beginning of his memory, the whole tribe was afraid of the hoarfrost, and he was tired of it.

“As long as the Swift is in our hands,” Avalak saw his thoughts and said with certainty, “Sooner or later, our family will find a way to completely solve the hoarfrost!”

“Then go, Avarak,” Oberon turned, facing the blue lake again, looking up at the dazzling sun in the sky, “let the honor return to Ain El, and let her return to the fate of On track!”

(end of this chapter)