Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 801 783. Frostbite

The first Wild Hunt whose skull mask was cut off by Lann was a human.

 The commander of the team in front of him is an elf.

It's just that he is different from that human. The elf in front of him, who has been stabbed through the neck by Lan En with a knife, does not have the same crazy and confused eyes as the previous human, as if he has taken drugs or suffered a psychic spell.

 This elf’s eyes are very clear.

Even though he had been stabbed through the neck by the Lake Lady's Sword, his eyes were still looking clearly and calmly at the demon hunter in front of him who was about to kill him.

 It is as if the impending death is not worth caring about, but it is more important to see one's enemy clearly before death.

 And in such a painful injury, he actually wanted to open his mouth and say something viciously.

Unfortunately, the knife Lan En stabbed through his neck had already damaged the vocal cords and trachea in his neck.

So he could only make a "roar, roar, roar" sound with blood boiling in his throat, but he couldn't speak a single word clearly.

 One of his hands wandered up and pointed at Lan En. But before it reached a high enough position, he lost strength due to injuries and had to fall to the ground again.

As soon as he came back, several people in the small hotel except Berengar screamed and trembled, and did not dare to look at the door.

Berengar asked as he raised Lan En's left hand, and then his eyes widened immediately.

 This is simply because Lan En held the head of the Wild Hunt team leader's staff with his left hand for less than half a second when he lost the [Quen's Seal].

His left hand wears the armor of the Grandmaster Bear School, and the palm of his hand is made of cooked gliding lizard leather.

 As the last wild hunt disappeared, Lan immediately retreated to the hotel again.

 The old demon hunter approached Lan En with concern as soon as he came back.

 And he saw something wrong with his left hand at first glance.

Although he couldn't hear what the Wild Hunt team leader wanted to say, Lan En could guess that it was nothing more than harsh words.

Although the mysterious cold air that came with the Wild Hunt did not touch this small hotel, the hounds of the Wild Hunt that could emit cold air were all instantly killed by Lann not long after they exited the portal.

In line with the characteristics of the dissipation of ghosts, a temperatureless flame ignited on the body, and finally disappeared without a trace.

 Lan En also looked at the palm of his left hand and frowned.

 But the leather gloves that are now cooked and should have extraordinary toughness are actually stiffened as if they have been frozen.

But this kind of terrifying cold still makes it difficult for ordinary humans to bear it, even if the cold air doesn't even get close to the outer wall of the inn.

 Looking like he was completely frightened by the rumors of the Wild Hunt.

 “The plague is upon us”

The witcher frowned and twisted the hilt of the knife in the palm of his right hand.

The performance of this leather is as famous as its price.

 And these people were trembling not only because of fear, but also because of the actual low temperature.

"How are you?"

As a result, the sharp knife edge that had penetrated the neck was torn into a hole, and the elf in front of him instantly became the same as his subordinates.

 The leather on the palm of the hand is so hard that it can no longer be held freely.

“All cooked dragon leather is like this, and your hands are probably even worse.”

Although Berengar's combat ability is low, he has passed a series of trainings as a demon hunter.

For all kinds of strange injuries that can be caused by various monsters, demon hunters have a way of dealing with them that is not very efficient, but at least will not make mistakes or worsen the situation.

The frozen gloves were already destroyed. After Berengar confirmed that the main body of Lan En's palm was not frostbitten, he simply used the weighted ball of his dagger to smash the layer of hardened leather, revealing Lan En's hand. palm.

 The frostbite on the palms has caused the flesh to touch the leather of the gloves. When the leather was smashed, the skin of Lan En's palms also cracked.

 It was okay to say that during the battle, Lan En was able to deal with his injuries calmly and calmly from the beginning to the end. But after the battle, just shout when you need to.

 “Ouch~” a voice. Lan En bit his lip.

 “This thing is really powerful.”

“It’s okay, you’re doing pretty well, the frostbite hasn’t penetrated deeper into your muscles.”

Berengar put his eyes close to Lan En's palm, and used his dagger to peel off all the broken leather and frostbitten flesh on it.

"The whole palm of my hand is broken, how about we turn back first? Go to Arethusa to get you treated?"

“That’s not necessary.” Lan En frowned. After the initial sharp pain, this pain was nothing now.

 He opened and closed his **** palm slightly to make sure that the muscles and bones deeper in his palm were not frostbitten. Then he took out the magic potion from the alchemical leather bag on his waist.

“My healing ability combined with magic potion is enough.”

“[Strengthen Swallow]. Okay.”

 Watching Lan En bite open the cork and drink a bottle of potion, his palms began to emit visible heat, and the damaged skin began to squirm.

Berengar’s mouth twitched.

The enhanced level of [Swallow] is very effective, but this is the first time he has seen this kind of effect in his life.

This is not because the magic potion works, but because your body is not normal, right?

The old witcher once again confirmed that the bear cub in front of him was not the same type of witcher as himself.

Seeing that there were no other injuries except the palm of his hand, Berengar felt relieved and began to communicate with Lan En about the situation.

 “I just heard the ancient words.”

Berengar walked past the boss who was so frightened that he hid under the counter like an ostrich, took a bottle of rye vodka from him, poured a glass for himself and Lan En, and said.

“But I’m not very good at learning this stuff. I can only vaguely distinguish it. ‘Ancient Blood’ or something?”

 “Is that really the Wild Hunt?”

Lann raised his head and drank his cup, diluting the taste of the potion in his mouth.

"It should be the Wild Hunt. They are chasing the ancient blood, that is, the woman just now. And I heard them say 'near here, at this time'. Do you know what I mean?"

"At this time?" Berengar, a veteran of the world, keenly captured the key point. He murmured and repeated one sentence, and then slowly opened his mouth.

 “You mean that woman.!”

Although he hasn’t done any missions for a long time, he has seen a lot of strange things in his short time as a demon hunter, so he has an open mind. The acceptance level is also much stronger than that of ordinary people.

Lan En also smiled: "Yes, compared with meeting her, seeing a ghost is nothing new."

The mysterious cold air outside seems to be not only terrifyingly permeable, but the aftertaste left by this cold air seems to be difficult to dissipate.

 It is early summer outside now, and it is blowing windy and raining heavily.

 It stands to reason that the air flow is very violent, and the temperature should also follow the air flow and maintain a balanced state within a large range.

However, the cold white mist outside the hotel was like a sticky gel, lingering for a long time in Willen's stormy weather.

 Then the frozen land gradually turned back to muddy appearance due to the rain.

You can't stay in the hotel. After the cold air dissipated, some people stumbled out of the small hotel.

 Their eyes were dull at first, but when they were aroused by the rain and the air-conditioning, they were suddenly refreshed and their eyes regained consciousness.

Then he left in a hurry.

 After them, the two demon hunters put on rainproof cloaks and went directly on the road.

 (End of this chapter)