However, in the past thousand years, no one had ever actively attacked the Wild Hunt legion, at least not in the world of the witchers.
Compared to other worlds that they could not understand and possessed strange powers.
The world of the witchers was like the Wild Hunt's backyard, having been subjected to their ravages countless times over thousands of years.
Caranthir, holding a massive staff, approached the Plague Village unhurriedly with his subordinates and the White Frost behind him.
The freezing White Frost quickly covered the surrounding ruins in a layer of white, as if it were an extreme winter, instantly freezing small snakes, insects, rats, and ants to death.
"Hey, woman, have you completed the task we gave you?"
"Trading human children for the birth of your own child."
The Pesta, who had never acted before, appeared very nervous, but under the threat of soul annihilation, she still said tremblingly:
"It's ready, in the basement over there, there are ten children in total."
"Please follow me."
For unknown reasons, human slaves were quite in demand among the Aen Elle, generally serving only the elven court and great nobles, whether for experiments or for trade.
Each time the Wild Hunt legion brought back human slaves, they would receive rewards and enjoy certain benefits.
This was also why Caranthir, the highly esteemed Navigator in the legion, was willing to make this trip.
Soon, led by the Pesta, the knights of the Wild Hunt legion followed her to a basement nearby.
Just as Caranthir was about to order his soldiers to go in and search for the human children.
He saw the Pesta suddenly act as if she had received some signal, rushing into the basement in a panic, passing through transparently, and disappearing without a trace.
Before he could react, there was a deafening boom, accompanied by soaring flames, and the location of the Wild Hunt legion was instantly engulfed by the explosive fire, with rocks flying everywhere.
Many soldiers of the Wild Hunt legion, even under the protection of heavy armor, were still blown into pieces, their bodies mangled, and screams echoed.
This was the effect of dozens of alchemical bombs exploding simultaneously.
Guilliman truly spared no expense for this ambush.
Before the explosion subsided, the sorceresses also began to exert their power.
In a blink of an eye, countless magical barrier lights suddenly illuminated the area around the basement, and even a hemispherical cover formed in the sky, directly enveloping all of the Wild Hunt legion, so that even those soldiers whose forms were destroyed and only their souls remained could not escape the range of the barrier.
This was an enhanced version of the Soul-Locking Barrier Formation, not only larger in area but also stronger in defense.
Although it couldn't inflict continuous damage on the souls inside the barrier like it did to the Pesta, it could trap them and prevent them from escaping.
Such a massive barrier alone would cost Guilliman three thousand Orens, and it was a one-time use.
If he didn't gain anything substantial this time, he would suffer a huge loss.
Caranthir, as the chief battle mage, navigator, and apprentice of the Sage in the Wild Hunt legion, also possessed extremely powerful magical abilities.
Although the sudden explosion caught him off guard for a moment, causing him to lose some soldiers, his own safety was completely unaffected, as his body was already enveloped in a blue magic shield.
Seeing himself and his companions enveloped by the special barrier, Caranthir chanted a few incantations, then raised his hand, and a massive bolt of lightning shot from his hand, striking the barrier fiercely and making it shake.
He estimated it wouldn't be long before he could blast open the Soul-Locking Barrier.
However, before he could show a joyful expression, Triss's prepared magic arrived.
Thanks to the advantage of prior preparation and the aid of magical artifacts, her third-level spell was ready in less than a minute after the battle began.
This was a Flame Storm, which sounded quite ordinary but was incredibly powerful.
Under the control of the red-haired sorceress, a large burning fireball suddenly appeared in the sky above the Wild Hunt legion. This fireball then rotated and expanded continuously under the influence of the wind.
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