MTL - Astartes of the Bear School-Chapter 802 784 Islinni’s Prophecy

 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 attack with ultra-low temperature in just a short while, meow?”

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

 “What a pity, meow, this is a chance 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 seemed to have never thought about this problem, so he let out a light 'meow' and froze while covering his helmet.

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

The cold air at the core of the Wild Hunt Hound 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.”

“There is also this thing, 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 alchemy leather bag.

“You said they didn’t feel the slightest fear or flinch when they died or 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 constructed creature removed from the Wild Hunt Hound.

 “The one who owns 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 game player 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 demons.”

"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 puzzled, not understanding what this meant.

“Even demon spirits, souls that have been tortured mad by jealousy of the living, will erupt in fearful cries when they finally dissipate. Because they are about to leave the human world that has 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 losing everything you have in the face of death. Instead, it’s just like losing something worth cherishing, but not very precious.”

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

"You are saying that there is a powerful country led by elves, which 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, his eyes confused.     “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 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. It’s true that every time I travel with you, I encounter rare things.”

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

 But when he talked about the last ‘cold air’, he seemed to have thought of something.

 “Islinee’s prophecy?”

Berengar murmured.

But the sound was still heard by Lan En.

“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 person who has experienced it after all.

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

 And Berengar did not struggle with Lan En’s ‘ignorance’. After all, he still believes that Lan En is a ‘pioneer work’ specially cultivated by the Bear School.

  Isolated education is normal.

"Know that the time of the sword and ax is near, the age of the wolf and the snow. The time of frost and white light is coming, the age of madness and contempt: Tedd Deireddh, the age of the end. The world will die in the frost , and be reborn under the new sun. That is also the time when the seed sown by HenIchaer - the blood of the ancients - will be reborn. This seed will not sprout, but it will burst into flames.

ˆEss\'tuathesse! 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 witcher calmly recounted the prophecies of the elf prophetess.

 To Lan En's ears, it was just like all other famous prophecies, threatening everyone with a cruel future, and then saying a lot of ambiguous words that seemed to be able to be interpreted no matter how they were interpreted 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.

  No matter it was this time or that time, this noun directly pointed to one person-Xili.

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

 So Lan told Berengar what he knew about Ciri.

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

 (End of this chapter)