amaotonovel Chapter 440 Illeris
Chapter 440 Illeris
Chapter 440 Illeris
Wooden walls can resist wild animals and robbers.
But helpless against powerful magic.
The ice puck easily tore through the wood, forced its way in, and then exploded with a bang—the power of frost contained inside burst out, and the whole room was covered with a thick layer of frost from the inside to the outside.
The sneak attack was successful.
But Ilerith looked at the quiet house with an indescribable feeling in his heart.
Quiet, so quiet.
Even if his little plan succeeds, it shouldn't be like this.
The magic that I let the navigator release has more control effect than damage effect. Even if they don't take precautions, that magic can't kill them.
But why is there no reaction at all?
Ilerus waved.
A group of wild hunting knights rode their horses, ran to the front of the house, and looked inside.
"Lord Ilerith, no one," a Wild Hunt called.
no one?
Illeris froze.
He turned to look at the two scouts.
The two Aen El elves looked blank, and this situation was beyond their expectation.
Mingming came over last night to inquire about news, and they lived here.
whoosh——
Suddenly, overwhelming sounds came from the woods.
Countless arrows shot out like meteors.
ambush?
Illeris turned his brain quickly and waved his hand, without saying a word, the navigator beside him raised his staff, the gem at the tip of the staff gave off a faint luster, and a huge, transparent magic shield opened to intercept those arrows.
The other Wild Hunt knights reined in, swords in hand, ready to fight.
They have all experienced many battles and have the most basic ability to distinguish the battlefield.
Such a massive arrow.
In the opposite forest, there is at least one army with more than one hundred archers.
Ilerus raised his hand.
"Charge!" He pointed forward.
It was difficult for the Wild Hunt knights to understand this order - after all, judging from the number of arrows, the number of people on the other side was far more than their own, but they did not hesitate, showing extremely high fighting qualities, and charged forward on their horses.
Ilerith led the charge.
He is brave and good at fighting, no matter what kind of war, he is always the one who charges at the forefront.
Arrogance and pride are labels that cannot be removed from him.
But that doesn't mean he doesn't have brains.
On the contrary, he is very smart.
A person without brains may be able to become an excellent general and an excellent knight, but he will never become an excellent commander like Illeris.
Eredin told him that the sorceress next to the witcher has a strange magic.
These arrows should have magical effects.
He didn't believe that such a huge team could be hidden in that small forest.
It is even more unbelievable that such a huge team, after confirming that they only have seventeen people, would be so extravagant and shoot so many arrows - even the Aen El elves would not be so extravagant and wasteful in war.
Horseshoes trample mud, hammers smash bushes.
What was hidden in the night was not the expected huge number of troops, but a huge, steel-colored fist.
Illeris was dumbfounded, in disbelief.
How did it appear?
The fist was huge in size, taller than a giant, aggressive, waving in the air, and slammed towards them fiercely.
The woods can't hide such a big thing.
Neither did they.
However, now is not the time to study such things.
Fist down, they all have to turn into meatloaf tins.
With a snort——
On the horseback, Illeris disappeared, and in a second, he appeared on the fist, swung the hammer in his hand, and smashed it down heavily.
With a bang, the steel fist was torn apart, and the fragments splashed.
After the size is not so large, its threat is not so great.
The navigator erected the barrier, deflecting debris.
"The blood of the ancients." Ileris landed deftly, and a fragment of the shield flew towards him. "And that witcher, I know you are here, come out."
fainted!
What responded to him was a red light.
Ileris reacted extremely quickly, holding the shield to block, and the spell rebounded with a sound.
White light flashed.
Using teleportation, he appeared in the place where the red light came from, and the hammer that was a little bigger than a human head slammed down hard.
With a clang, Harry held his sword to block, and the Disillusionment Curse was lifted, revealing his figure.
Ilerith was strong.
Even purely in terms of strength, Harry was still inferior to him. The hammer pressed hard, and he turned around, and the long sword slipped to release the force.
"Witcher." Illerys grinned, "You really surprised me."
"What about the ancient blood?"
Behind him, a sharp sword wind suddenly pierced towards the neck.
Ileris turned around, raised his shield, and blocked it: "So it's here."
Ciri's assassination was unsuccessful, and she was almost blown away by a shield.
On the Wild Hunt side, the two navigators raised their staffs and cast magic, which was also of the Frost type, but the power seemed far less powerful than that of Caranthir.
The knights also began to charge again.
"Hermione." Harry said a name.
Not far from him, the disillusionment spell was lifted, and the witch was chanting the spell.
A piece of gravel turned into a vine, lifted up by the levitation spell.
A simple combination of spells for maximum effect possible.
The Wild Hunt didn't notice, and even if they did, the horses on them couldn't react, tripped over the vines, and fell all over.
"Shirley." Harry read out another name, "Go and deal with those knights, and leave this man to me."
He looked to Ilerith.
Unlike most Aen El elves, he has a taller and stronger physique. The hammer looks like it weighs more than 100 pounds, but it can be easily danced in his hand.
Skill matters.
But for fighters, physical fitness is the most important.
A hammer weighing more than 100 pounds is not comparable to a sword weighing four or five pounds.
"Are you going to deal with me alone?" Illeris looked at Harry with a playful tone, "Witcher, you are making a very interesting joke."
"I've fought against you guys before."
"However, even with some potions, I can transform myself into nondescript"
"The ending was doomed early on."
He swung the hammer and slammed it hard at Harry.
Harry didn't dare to take it head-on, and the distance between Hermione and Ciri was so close, he retreated deeper into the swamp to distance himself from the battlefield here.
The hammer hit the ground, and there was a slight vibration under his feet.
"Didn't you mean to deal with me?" Illeris chased Harry without hesitation, "witcher, why did you run away?"
Harry didn't answer.
Mentally estimated that the distance was about the same, and waved the wand lightly.
The mud feet are deep!
The already soft ground under Illeris's feet became viscous. The weight of his body, armor, and weapons made him sink in immediately. In the blink of an eye, most of his body was deeply buried in it. The silt and stinking water flooded up to his chest.
(End of this chapter)