The illusory, viscous, and icy dark void instantly transformed into a real appearance and outline, and became a real world.
It was completely different from Sinid Island, which was still early in the morning.
The sky here is starry and sprinkled with beautiful constellations.
Three figures staggered across the dark earth.
Roy's five fingers on his left hand flexibly outlined a light blue inverted triangle. When his chest was pushed out, Eredin, who was slashing at him with his sword, was shaken back by the airflow.
The navigator Callan Hill attacked from the other side, and the spire-like staff smashed Roy's head like a warhammer with a whirring sound.
He turned his body short, dodging the knock, and centered on his left foot. Arundette spun along with it, and slashed towards the weak point where the armor connected to Calanhill's knee.
But the hoarfrost like a bone-encrusted maggot slowed him down, and Calanhill turned his staff around, blocking the sword firmly in a splash of fire.
At the same time, a thin layer of frost spread on the blade close to the staff, and Roy shivered, just wanting to be shocked.
Impressively discovered that the skills related to the soul, shock, dragon roar, sword-style - dragon, descend... all failed, and entered a stalemate state that offset each other with the frost!
The strong wind attacked behind him, and Eredin slashed again with a giant sword!
swoosh—
The bowstring hummed.
Roy's figure flashed, and the next second he landed 100 meters away, holding the long sword in both hands, and gasped heavily.
"Mixed bastard!"
Eredin raised the great sword diagonally and looked at his elf-like pointed ears, his pale face full of arrogance and disdain,
"What qualifications do you have to have the blood of the ancients that travels through time and space?! You are a thief who stole the treasure of Ain El, and when I will take it back, you will be smashed to ashes!"
"You are the most shameless robbers in the world, wait, I will cut you into pieces and throw you into the lake to feed the water ghosts!"
Roy retorted.
The figures of both sides flashed, and the blades and staffs were intertwined with a dazzling fire in the air, and the chaotic energy exploded!
Star-like light spots permeated from the three colliding figures, and the space was filled with folds and cracks like broken mirrors, and the deep night turned into a suffocating haze that enveloped them.
The three disappeared in this world!
…
In the next place, the downpour, with the smell of grass and mud, washed away the mottled blood on the armor and weapons.
The silver sword penetrated the rain curtain and stabbed the arrogant face of Eredin. When he lowered his head, one of the horns on the black helmet broke.
Swah—
Eredin quickly spun the great sword, strode forward, and roared at the same time, constantly disturbing the enemy's mind with the weapon of words.
"Our people are a thousand times better than the vile witchers."
A terrifying sound of breaking the air echoed in the patter,
"There is a difference between clouds and mud from you!"
The rain splashed wildly under the gleaming blade of the cold light.
Eredin's sword turned into a storm,
"You, dirty, stinking, rude rat, don't die soon!"
With wet black hair fluttering, Roy jumped erratically like a fish in the water, and danced a dangerous dance in this violent wind and rain, dodging and moving.
Arndette stabs, slashes, and slashes frantically. The sword is always at the heart of Eredin, but the long sword is always difficult to penetrate the armor made of that special material.
Another enemy is like an insidious viper. Knowing that he is invincible in melee combat, Calanhill hides in a dense rain screen, and his figure is looming and constantly changing directions, making it impossible to grasp.
Every time he appeared, the wand instantly sent out hot fireballs, howling winds, multicolored rays, dazzling lightning, and bone-piercing hoarfrost.
After a long attack to no avail.
Roy woke up to the fact that to defeat the two, he first had to deal with Calanhill as a long-range mage.
He avoided the sword that was slashing at the shoulder, deliberately sold a flaw, and moved slowly, Eredin immediately slashed the flames Quinn with a backhand sword.
The dazzling blade slashed against the witcher's calm cheek, cut off a tuft of his hair, and continued to slash at the aorta in his neck!
Just in time!
zizi-
A purple current swam through the air, flew towards Roy's back, and attacked the giant sword back and forth.
Right in his arms!
caught you!
He pushed forward with his left hand, and a piece of rain burst, and the torrent of magic power slapped Eredin's abdominal armor, and the huge impact took him back a few steps.
Roy grabbed Gabriel with his right hand and pointed back, and aimed at Calanhill impartially, as precise as eyes had grown on the back of his head.
call out-
A cold star flashed in the rainstorm.
The crossbow bolt instantly crossed 100 meters and hit the staff in Karanhir's hand.
The transmission of magic power was a pause.
The next second, a suffocating shadowy hill came head-on.
The dazzling blade is infinitely enlarged in his pupils!
Swipe horizontally!
die!
Swah—
With a burst of bright red, Calanhill mourned while covering his bloody left eye.
Roy shook his wrist, turned it into a thorn, and stabbed Calanhir's right eye like a horn with a long sword, intending to pierce the eyeball and penetrate the skull.
But he was one step behind.
Eredin jumped out of the void and slashed Roy's back with a sword, blood gushing out like a spring, and the shoulder blades wrapped around the flesh were exposed to the air.
Roy's movements were deformed, and Arrondette deflected by half an inch, and scratched against the horn helmet.
Calanhill escaped, and immediately activated his abilities frantically!
Under the threat of death, the overwhelming starlight drowned the three figures.
…
The ancient blood in the three bodies produced a strange linkage effect, falling into an uncontrolled rampage state, forcing them to continuously travel through the dark void.
Stay at one location for two minutes, then teleport them to the next randomly.
Not just one world, but other bizarre worlds too!
No matter where they are, the fierce battle between the three has never ended, and it has become more intense and dangerous!
In the desert shrouded in scorching heat, the witcher unleashed Roy Lava without hesitation, summoning a magma dragon from the center of the earth, sublimating one of Calanhir's legs.
Under the night of three moons, Calanthir threw a black lightning bolt, which scorched the witcher who couldn't dodge with electricity, and his flesh was roasted directly, giving off the aroma of roast meat.
Valley
"Advanced Vampire Decoction" saved his life!
Under the gray sky, the red lava with thousands of degrees of high temperature spewed out, and the volcanic crater was billowing thick smoke.
Covered by the floating volcanic ash, the witcher stabbed Calanhir in the back of the neck with a sword, but Ain El's powerful healing spell kept him lingering.
The blizzard raged, and the valley was covered with thick ice.
The exhausted navigator released all the power of hoarfrost in his body, freezing Roy's body, and Eredin took the opportunity to cut off his head with a sword.
But before his consciousness was completely annihilated, Roy used a "Ring of Time" to restore himself to his original state!
…
One world after another!
Fight round after round.
I don't know how long has passed.
The three people's spirit, magic power, and physical strength were on the verge of the limit. The blood of the ancients finally stopped, and they were sent back to the seaside of Sinid Island for the last time, in the opposite direction of Thor Lara, on an abnormally steep cliff.
There are many seabirds inhabiting the bizarre reefs.
The frigid wind brought the salty smell of seagulls, petrels, and the snow-white matter that covered the rock face.
"Witcher, I admit, you are the most powerful adversary I have ever faced in my life."
Eredin was holding a long sword in one hand, and the navigator's crutches supported by the lack of legs and blindness. The two horn helmets were missing, and most of the cold and hard plate armor was peeled off, revealing a scarred chest.
There was no trace of contempt on the pale cheeks.
"You are entitled to the blood of the ancients! I sincerely give you a final suggestion, join us! You need a bigger stage, in the infinite world, continue to write the glory of you."
"This is the end, why bother? We are destined to be opponents." The pitch-black human figure on the top of the reef shook his head, and the dragon-scale armor crawling with holes swayed with it.
Roy's image became terrible.
His hair and eyebrows were all burnt out by the flames, and his face was covered with scabs and blood that turned over. He was completely disfigured, and he could not see an inch of intact skin on his body.
Only the pair of silver-gray pupils remained firm, full of fighting spirit!
"Only one of us can survive!"
"Now, let me end your sinful life with my own hands!"
…
The two soldiers rushed towards each other without hesitation.
Eredin slashed his chest with the giant sword, Roy took a half step back, and let the tip of the sword cut open his chest, "full of blood" sprayed the opponent's face and face, Roy took the opportunity to raise his right hand, Alondai It was like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter and pierced it diagonally, piercing Eredin's shoulder.
Calanhill propped up his crumbling body with his wand, chanted a spell, and threw a bolt of lightning... The witcher rolled quickly to the ground, dodging the sword and spell, and pulled the trigger the moment he got up.
The crossbow bolts whizzed past, and Calanhir was exhausted and unable to react.
The body flew back several meters and fell to the ground.
A large hole was opened in the center of his forehead, and blood and brains spewed out.
Finally, what caught his eye was the sharp blade raised by the witcher.
Callan Hill was so different, the air overflowed the broken trachea, making a loud hissing sound, and at the same time blood spurted from the artery, straight into the air, like magma erupting from a volcano!
"Kill Kalan Hill, experience +10000, witcher lv15 (12000/18500)...
"You have drawn the blood of the same origin in his body, and your ancient blood has been strengthened..."
…
Seeing a companion die.
Tears of blood clouded Eredin's eyes, and he roared like a lion and charged at the witcher with his greatsword.
Roy stabbed him fiercely, and then started a brutal mutual attack without saying a word!
The pain of the two has long been numb from the countless injuries, except for the key points, they can't dodge or avoid them.
The witcher stabbed him in the armpit with a sword, and Eredin cut open the witcher's abdomen, revealing the bright red internal organs...
Flesh and blood fell piece by piece, piled up in rivers under their feet, and they became blood men.
At a certain moment, Roy used up his last magic power and drew a cyan inverted triangle with his five fingers.
Eredin was distracted for a moment, and before she had time to dodge, Alondite cut the aorta in her neck.
He yelled with blood, and slapped the witcher with his sword, the weapon slipping out of his palm, sinking deep into the ground.
His knees bent feebly, and the man fell to his knees in a pool of blood.
To end him completely.
Roy walked over with his shaking body supported, and slashed towards Eredin's neck with a sword. The opponent suddenly burst out with unimaginable strength, blocking the blade with his left hand, and grabbing Arrondette's figure-eight gauntlet and the witcher's palm with his right hand.
Hold tight.
"Witcher...child of the ancient blood...glory...to you."
Eredin paused for a word, his azure pupils widened, and suddenly, he seemed to have seen from the black and red face of the witcher, hundreds of years ago, thousands of years ago, Ain El The splendor and pride of the people were wiped out in the white natural disaster.
There was a strong dissatisfaction on his face.
Hundreds of years of ambition, all dissipated in a moment.
boom!
Roy stepped on his chest with one foot, pulled out the bloody blade, swung the sword through his chest again, and pinned him to the ground.
pat!
The palm slipped weakly.
The sea breeze roared past.
The King of the Wild Hunt lay in a pool of blood and swallowed.
"Kill Eredin, experience +12000, witcher lv15 (24000/1850000)
"You have drawn the blood of the same origin in his body, and your ancient blood awakening is in the middle stage!"
Huhu—
The brilliance of the stars spilled out uncontrollably.
Roy clearly felt that some essential change had taken place in his body, but before he could feel it carefully, his whole body softened and he fell forward with no strength.
Click.
something broke.
There was a gust of wind all around.
It was summer, but the cold wind was piercingly cold, and the snowflakes also fell from the sky.
And at this moment, Roy, and further afield, the warlocks, witchers, wild hunters, and residents of Arethusa in the Thor Lara battlefield all raised their heads.
In the sea far away from the island, a large hole was quietly opened in the sky.
The ice and snow and the boundless cold turned into a pale tornado and fell.
The whole world is snow-white, as if the end is coming!