When the plot-skips players into the game world

Chapter 299 You've Arrived Just in Time

"...Is it raining?"

Sherlock suddenly raised his head and looked up at the sky.

A flash of lightning streaked not far away, followed soon after by the rumbling of thunder accompanied by a bone-chilling wind. Both he and Hayna's hair were whipped around by the wind, causing Hayna to reflexively raise her hand to shield her eyes and prevent the roadside dust from blinding her.

Dark clouds had rolled in from the direction of the village head without notice, and the wind was getting stronger. Sherlock's hair visibly fluttered, forcing him to squint.

After the cold wind passed, rain began to fall with the increasingly chilly gusts.

The two of them had no choice but to find a nearby place to take shelter.

"Such heavy rain?"

Sherlock turned to look at Hayna, "Is this normal?"

"Mmm..."

Hayna hesitated for a moment.

Mainly because she herself had not returned for a long time, and her childhood was too far in the past, she now hardly remembered.

But there seemed to be no recollection of rain that was so heavy and sudden... right?

Sherlock understood, "You don't have to say it, I get it."

This was clearly an abnormal phenomenon.

"Could something have happened over at Aiwass's place?"

Hayna asked with some concern, "Should we go have a look?"

Sherlock also felt a bit like going but his reason stopped him, "I'm afraid of that kind of situation—where we think we're going to help, but in fact, we end up being a hindrance. Aiwass might have been able to cope normally, but after we go there, we're taken as hostages, diverting his attention."

"There are indeed such situations..."

Hayna sighed as well.

Just as she was about to say something, she immediately felt the earth quake. It nearly made her bite her tongue, and she quickly reached out to steady herself on the nearest handrail—like Sherlock's head, for example.

Sherlock, who had not steadied himself, nearly had his neck twisted by Hayna's grip.

He was about to look at Hayna with annoyance when he heard an explosive sound like thunder coming from the village.

"Let's go, have a look."

Although there were some hoops in the air and near the woods, the "track" was generally spacious and clean.

This was her first time flying through such dense forests.

A Gryphon in elemental form could ignore some small volume obstacles, such as birds and twigs. As long as the wind could blow through, it could smash through without slowing down.

Many Gryphons, since they occasionally needed to transport ordinary people, would look for safe and smooth routes. But Liz was clearly an exception—just like those children who liked to splash through puddles or deliberately take a longer route over mountains for an "adventure" instead of using the main path, she enjoyed charging through places with many obstacles.

And this form of taking shortcuts had its advantages.

The biggest advantage was that it was fast enough.

In just a matter of seconds, they had flown from the other side of the swamp to the edge of the village.

—This is much faster than me running. This was the first thought that came to Hayna's mind.

Upon reaching the battlefield, they were immediately struck with amazement.

They saw that the grass here was gone.

The great fire, even under the torrential downpour, hadn't been completely extinguished, and in the middle was a massive pit, steaming with a large amount of black smoke.

The walls of the Priest's house nearest to it were almost completely destroyed. Inside, flames were still spreading wildly.

But what perplexed Sherlock the most was that with such a big fire and such a huge explosion, the trees in the forest remained untouched.

Aiwass, with clothes in tatters, was calmly holding his hand towards a burning table. Drawing flames from it, he used the "Rite of Fire" to heal himself.

By the time Sherlock arrived, he seemed to be almost recovered.

When Aiwass saw Sherlock, his eyes lit up.

"You're just in time! Quickly build a wall, enclose this place, come in and then talk," Aiwass immediately called out to Sherlock from a distance.

Sherlock patted the Gryphon Liz's head beneath him and said in a low voice, "Charge in."

Gryphon Liz immediately complied—although her master didn't speak, having a command was better than being idle.

And Sherlock had already begun chanting a spell.

Soon, several mud walls rose from the ground, patching up the broken house anew.

It was about then that a cold wind blew through—

Having witnessed this scene, Sherlock immediately realized what was happening.

The Wild Hunt had arrived.