"What are you talking about? It's summer now...how is that possible?!"
Belengar refuted the woman's words based on his experience and knowledge, but quickly, his own cat eyes' pupils involuntarily shrank sharply.
Outside this small inn, a column of cavalry seemed to appear out of nowhere on the road.
Heavy yet extraordinarily elusive hoofbeats trampled the muddy country roads of Velen, accompanied by the increasingly hurried sound of rainwater being frozen into hail and crashing down.
The Wild Hunt, from their appearance, is a group of ghost knights riding skeletal horses, led by the King of the Wild Hunt, galloping through the night sky. Accompanying their ride was lightning, ghostly wails, and nightmares.
Lann had never encountered such a renowned magical phenomenon.
Yes, until today, Lann always thought the so-called Wild Hunt should be a magical phenomenon, or victims from ancient times who have been tormented by some large curse until now.
