Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 802 784. Islini’s prophecy

"Ah chirp!"

The flannel ball on Qilin's back sneezed a little and scratched his nose with his paws.

Then he looked up at Lan En, who was holding the unicorn's mane with his right hand and his left hand hanging by his side.

"So, Lan En just fought with a group of ghosts who can use ultra-low temperature attacks in just a short while, meow?"

After saying that, the kitten lowered his head in disappointment.

"What a pity, meow, this is an opportunity to fight a ghost, meow!"

Lan En gently hammered the kitten's helmet on the velvet ball head with the back of his left hand, and the "dang" sound made the kitten cover its head.

"It's no pity. You don't even have a silver weapon or a weapon to defeat evil. What are you going to do when you face the ghost? Are you going to run away?"

The kitten didn't seem to have thought about this problem, so it let out a light 'meow' and froze while covering its helmet.

Berengar, who was on Poppy's back, was even more incredulous about many of the situations Lan described because of his experience.

The cold air on the core of the Wild Hunt Hound's creature construct is very similar to the Elf Beacon before it was analyzed and controlled by Margarita and Tisaya.

"Nothing can escape death, not even ghosts."

"And this thing is an obvious achievement of wisdom. It requires a huge accumulation of wisdom and technology to finally get the finished product. These cannot be explained by ghosts and curses."

Then, Lan En took out a stone-like object still stained with blood from the alchemical leather bag.

"You said they didn't feel the slightest fear or flinch when they died and dissipated. Isn't that right?"

The old witcher whispered.

People from the Magical Middle Ages like Berengar may not understand what this state is, but Lan En feels familiar.

That is the core of the biological construct removed from the Wild Hunt Hound.

"The one who has this kind of thing should at least be a country."

"So I think" Lan En took up the topic and put forward his own guess. "They are not ghosts at all. In other words, becoming ghosts is just a means."

It's a bit like being a gamer facing the penalty of death.

"They have clear logic and clear purpose. They are here to pursue the ancient blood. This is very different from crazy ghosts and demon spirits."

"The elf at the end was obviously not controlled, and the human at the beginning had no sense of autonomy at all, and there was a naked superior-subordinate relationship, wasn't it?"

Berengar looked at him in confusion, not understanding what this meant.

"Even demon spirits, souls that have been tortured crazy by jealousy of the living, will erupt in fearful cries when they finally dissipate. Because they are about to leave the human world where they have been lingering for a long time and truly enter the world of death."

That elven beacon.

Lan En considered his words, trying to make his description as accurate as possible.

"And the technical ideas of this thing, and the cold air emitted by those wild hunting hounds actually look a bit familiar to me."

"I have to describe the way they looked when they were killed by me."

"It's similar to a pity or an accident. It's not like you're about to lose everything you have in the face of death. Instead, it's just like you've lost something that's worth cherishing, but not very precious."

Berengar listened to Lan En's series of analyses, and his whole body became dazed.

"Are you saying that there is a powerful country led by elves that has been sending troops in the form of ghosts for so long to come to this world to kill and plunder? It has even become a part of folklore?"

He covered his forehead with confused eyes. "No, no, no, please let me touch it first."

"The legend of the Wild Hunt on the continent is too old to be verified, but your inference has almost completely overturned all the hypotheses so far!"

Lan En didn't care about this.

"After all, no one has survived after fighting them before and saw the face under the skull mask, right?"

"And their special cold air. If they stay in that thing for a long time, it is estimated that the steel and stone will be easily frozen to pieces, and no evidence or traces will be left."

"So I still think that I am right."

Lan En said confidently.

"The kingdom of elves that can travel through time and space, and uses incredible cold energy. I really encounter rare things every time I travel with you."

Berengar shook his head and summarized Lan En's conjecture.

But when he talked about the last 'chill', he seemed to have thought of something.

"Islinee's prophecy?"

Berengar murmured.

But Lan En still heard the sound.

"Prophecy? That famous elf prophetess? What did she say specifically?"

Although the status of this prophecy is known to everyone of all ages, Lan En is still a half-experienced person.

He can't know everything about the many folk customs and popular songs in this world, right?

And Berengar did not dwell on Lan En's "ignorance". After all, he still believed that Lan En was a "pioneer work" specially cultivated by the Bear School.

Isolated education is normal.

"Know that the time of sword and ax is near, the time of wolves and snow. The time of frost and white light is coming, the time of madness and contempt: Tedd Deireddh, the time of the end. The world will be in frost Die and be reborn under the new sun. That is when the seed sown by Hen Ichaer, the Blood of the Ancients, will be reborn. This seed will not sprout, but will burst into flames.

Ess'tuath esse! This is inevitable! Watch for the signs! If you want to know what the signs are, listen to me: first, Aen Seidhe - the blood of the elves - will flood the earth..."

The old demon hunter calmly recounted the prophecy of the elf prophetess.

To Lan En's ears, it sounded like all other famous prophecies, threatening everyone with a cruel future, and then saying a lot of ambiguous words that seemed to be relevant to any interpretation to increase his credibility.

But what is obviously different about this prophecy is that it clearly points out a concept: the blood of the ancients.

Berengar also reacted. He looked at Lan En with wide eyes and repeated the term inquiringly.

"Blood of the Ancients?"

The young witcher nodded.

For him, the first time he heard this word was in the mouth of Eisna, the Silver-Eyed Queen of the Dryads, in the Broklon Forest.

Regardless of whether it was this time or that time, this term directly pointed to one person-Xili.

Berengar is a person who can be trusted, and he has a stable nature. He always lives in Gos Velen. His friendship with Arethusa can ensure that he is not intimidated and is very safe.

So Lan En told Berengar what he knew about Ciri.

They were originally going to Kaer Morhen this time, and Geralt's destiny child would obviously be there too, and they would have to meet sooner or later.

(End of this chapter)