Kingdom of Kaedwen, Plague Village, Night of the Full Moon.
It was a clear night, and the villagers who had recovered their children felt fortunate for their return, even having the mood to admire the full moon in the sky.
Suddenly, they saw in the distance.
A massive dark cloud appeared from nowhere, quickly enveloping the distant Plague Village, even obscuring the full moon in the sky.
Before long, thunder erupted, and with the booming sound, the distant sky seemed to be torn open by a monster.
Endless snow, mixed with white snowflakes, gushed out from the rift.
The surrounding temperature rapidly dropped, water surfaces froze, plants were covered in white frost, and dozens of ferocious hounds, looking as if they had crawled out of hell, were the first to rush out of the opening.
Immediately after, the neighing of warhorses seemed to follow, and a terrifying legion of over a hundred hulking skeletal armored knights surged out from that torn rift.
Not only that, but following them, behind them, and in the air, were countless wraiths, low-level vampires, night specters, and hundreds of other ghostly entities, almost covering a large swathe of the sky, like a night parade of a hundred demons—a truly horrifying sight.
This was the legendary Wild Hunt legion.
A special legion composed of the most elite Red Rider army of the Aen Elle elves, traversing different worlds using a unique soul projection method, powered by the Elder Blood.
Their purpose, besides capturing slaves, was now most importantly to capture Princess Ciri, who possessed the Elder Blood, to save their own planet.
As an Aen Elle elven race that revered strength, these knights averaged over two meters in height.
And the Red Rider legion were the most elite soldiers chosen by the Aen Elle elves from hundreds of millions of their people; not only were each of them highly skilled swordsmen with astonishing power, but they were also heavily armored cavalry.
However, because they were soul projections, in their ghostly state, their power was only about one-third of their true physical bodies. Even so, each ghostly knight was far more powerful than ordinary human soldiers, at least on the level of elite warriors.
Aside from the Navigator Caranthir, who was relatively important, these ghostly Red Riders could be sacrificed at will without affecting the lives of their physical bodies on the Alder planet.
This is also why the Wild Hunt legion has traversed many dangerous worlds, yet their strength has not diminished.
After all, there are too many dangerous worlds in the myriad realms; even the Wild Hunt legion often faced setbacks. If they died one by one, this legion would not have existed for so long.
Ordinary means, even if they annihilated these ghostly knights, would only be a futile effort.
This night, the Wild Hunt legion came out to hunt as usual, to receive the human children agreed upon with the Pesta.
Because the Wild Hunt legion was in a ghostly state, most monsters would not pose a threat or hostility to them, so they occasionally had some dealings with intelligent monsters in other worlds.
Using their power to capture humans, gather intelligence, and even exchange goods and enjoy themselves together.
Especially those long-existing, somewhat famous monsters, such as the Ladies of the Wood in Velen.
However, this time, when the Navigator Caranthir's Wild Hunt unit arrived near the Plague Village, he vaguely sensed that something was amiss.
The Pesta they had seen before was still lurking near the Plague Village as usual, but the thousands of mutated plague rats that used to follow her were gone without a trace, and even her movements during patrol seemed somewhat unnatural.
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