The bomb made by the witch hunter will not fluctuate magic during the ignition process. The Ghost Knight, who is far away, does not have the keen hearing as the witch hunter, and cannot hear the sound of the lead ignition.

The bomb in Visemir's hand is specifically targeted at the Moon Dust of Ghost objects, and it is the highest-level Moon Dust.

After recognizing the identity of the Wild Hunter, Visemir prepared a gift for them.

‘Can it work?’

Xin Sheng had some doubts about this, because Wild Hunting is not a real ghost, and their ghost appearance is just a mutation caused by traveling through the world.

"Da~"

The bomb flew out from behind the needle bushes and fell into the center of the Ghost Knight's formation, fell into the snow and was buried.

"boom!"

The sound of the bomb explosion is not strong, but the effect is extraordinary.

Under the explosion range of Moon Dun, the Ghost Knights screamed in pain, and their war horses raised their front hooves and neighed in horror.

‘It’s really useful… as long as the form is a ghost?’

Visemir, who has rich combat experience, does not intend to give the enemy a chance to turn the tables.

Taking advantage of the chaos of the Ghost Knights, it drew out the silver sword and rushed out quickly, without any delay in its seemingly old body.

The silver sword with silver plated surface is the most effective against this non-solid creature.

"drink!"

The long sword that Visemir slashed down on his head to split a knight who was thrown off by a ghost horse in half. The two translucent bodies quickly screamed and dissipated with the wind.

Since Visemir took the initiative to take the lead, Xin Sheng was happy to provide remote support from the rear.

"Alder!"

He used the Mind Power Seal with his left hand to bounce off the enemy holding the weapon, and Visemir was still at ease under the attack of three enemies.

"Swoosh!"

The moonlight arrow flew out from behind the needle bushes hit the forehead of a ghost knight. The powerful arrow pierced the enemy's head and immediately dissipated without consciousness.

With magic power in his body, Xin Sheng no longer needs to extract physical strength to condense the moonlight arrow. Anyway, it is difficult to use up all the magic power with just a few simple magic seals.

With intentional calculations but no intentions, the result of this battle was already destined when the High Moon Dust Bomb exploded.

When Visemir burned the soul of a ghost knight with the enhanced version of Ignifaz, Xin Sheng also waved the Hepal scythe blade and cut off the head of the last ghost knight.

Retracting the silver sword, Visemir frowned.

"How could a wild hunter appear in the mountains that are rarely visited?"

"That..." Xin Sheng raised his hand and said, "They should be trying to track my whereabouts."

Xin Sheng briefly explained to Visemil why Wild Hunter targeted him.

"According to the intelligence provided by Natiya, these ghost knights are very sensitive to people with space fluctuations on their bodies, and Cili has also been hunted down by them."

Wisermire nodded thoughtfully: "I probably understand... hurry up and act, in order to avoid outdated troubles, try to rush back to the castle as soon as possible."

...

With the help of rhubarb's tracking ability, the process of hunting hibernating bears was very smooth.

Xin Sheng put the whole bear's body into the space ring, and the two turned their horses to start returning.

During the search for the bear, Visemir had almost finished picking other alternative materials and also taught Xin Sheng physically.

On the way down the mountain and back to the castle, Xin Sheng looked at the blue crystals seized from the Ghost Knight.

"What the hell is this? Why can I track my whereabouts?"

The knowledgeable Visemir explained: "It should be a magic prop specifically targeted at space power, which can be positioned to people and objects with space fluctuations on them."

Xin Sheng scratched his head in confusion: "Then why did we choose this day when we went out?"

“Ha~”

Wisemere chuckled proudly: "Because Tris has set up an anti-tracking barrier in Kelmohan City, Wild Hunter cannot locate you who is hiding in the castle."

Xin Sheng suddenly realized it and sighed: "The warlock is really convenient..."

Wisermil asked quippedly, "What? Do you want to learn spells?"

"Yeah~"

Xin Sheng thought about it for a while, and finally shook his head: "Forget it, the turret style of standing and chanting spells like a warlock is not suitable for me."

Although they are both ranged professions, hunters are much more flexible than spell casters like warlocks.

When necessary, Xin Sheng can use the flexible walk, evading the enemy's attack while shooting arrows and fighting back.

It is difficult for a turret profession like warlock to achieve this level.

Most warlocks spend their entire lives studying how to strengthen their magic power, and their melee ability is about nothing.

Yes, the vast majority, not all.

Every ethnic group and every profession will not lack unique aliens.

On the way back, Visemir told Xin Sheng his past experiences as a warning story.

He has encountered warlocks who specifically enhance casting speed and flexibility before, and has also encountered all-round warlocks who swing their staff and have stronger melee capabilities than witch hunters.

"The warlock is called Wigofertz. He once defeated Geralt with just two sticks and broke his thigh bone."

When it comes to the famous genius warlock, Visemir still remembers it vividly.

"You must have heard of the bloodline power inherited by Xiri from Natiya, right?"

Xin Sheng nodded: "Yes, it is said to be called Ancient Blood?"

"That's right."

Wiesemill sighed: "There are definitely not a few people who covet the ancient blood, and Vigovertz is one of them."

"In order to capture the mystery of Cialis obtaining the ancient blood, Wigovertz fought Geralt and others several times."

"He easily defeated Yennefa with magic, suppressed Geralt with melee ability, and had the spare energy to burn Geralt's advanced vampire Regis into a pile of glass."

"If Geralt hadn't happened to carry a magic badge that could create illusions, it would be hard to say who would win the difficult battle."

Xin Sheng touched his chin with interest.

"At the same time, proficient in close combat and spell combat? There shouldn't be many such geniuses."

"certainly."

Wisermil smiled relievedly: "If every warlock is as versatile as Vigovertz, what is the meaning of the witch hunter?"

Since Visemir took the initiative to mention Xili and the Ancient Blood, Xin Sheng happened to ask him questions on this topic.

"Speaking of this, what kind of person is Xiri?"

"In Natiya's impression, she seems to be a person who is very troublesome."

"Ha ha!"

Wisemir smiled and shook his head: "It's not that Ciali likes to cause trouble, but that troubles always take the initiative to come to her."

"Xiri inherited a very rare ancient blood. Since she was still very young, countless people have coveted this precious talent."

"In my opinion, Xili is a good kid with courage, wisdom, easy to get along with and endless future potential."

"Where is her ancient blood?"

Xin Sheng asked indifferently: "This innate talent has brought her a lot of trouble, don't you worry about being implicated by her?"

Visemir smiled on his face and said firmly: "No matter what Xili's origin or what kind of talent she has, she only has one identity in our eyes."

"family."

"Xin, if it were you, would you do everything for your family?"

"Well..."

Xin Sheng hesitated for a moment.

The experiences in childhood had a certain impact on Xin Sheng's three views, and the concept of family was not very sacred in his mind.
Chapter completed!