If Geralt hears Hill's understanding, he will definitely say that this term is wrong, and that the ghost of Farlan is the mourner of the undead team of Farlan.
The Ghosts of Fran, a team composed of followers of Fran, a group formed by those who cannot join the Undead Team of Fran. They are candidates for the Undead Team of Fran, and are the hunters of the Undead Team of Fran.
The battles of these groups are all to kill the undead teams infected by the abyss. They surround the fallen undead teams with shields and spears, and kill them with spears from all directions.
And in order to cope with the unique swordsmanship of those undead teams, the Farlan Ghosts specially made the Great Curved Sword. This weapon named the Ghost Saber is the other side of the Farlan Great Sword and has a strong color specifically for Farlan's swordsmanship.
They call themselves the ghosts of France. They are everywhere, like ghosts, appearing elusively to perform tasks, then completing the tasks and then disappearing without a trace.
The Ghosts of Faran are the mourners and successors of the Undead Team of Faran. They are all monitors of the abyss. It’s just that one monitors the spread of the abyss, and the other monitors the corruption of the abyss.
The ghosts of Farlan have a responsible respect and yearning for the Undead Team of Farlan. They hope to be like Artelius and become those who hunt and kill the abyss.
The arrival of the undead team made these ghosts get out of the way and brought them to Hill.
At this moment, all the murderous aura on the field seemed to have disappeared. Hill did not feel any discomfort, and even lost the pressure of the murderous aura. She felt relaxed all over.
Just when she wanted to relax her muscles and bones, the words Geralt once said were like bells, vibrating in her mind.
'Absolutely! Absolutely! Absolutely don't block their way!'
Geralt's solemn warning made Hill wake up. At this moment, she realized that what Geralt was talking about was not only an ideological obstruction, but also a physical one.
Looking at those glowing red eyes, Hill smiled bitterly in his heart. The murderous aura had not disappeared, it was just a beautiful fantasy before his death.
Just like someone who is frozen feels warm and someone who is burned feels cold, the difference caused by death will only make Hill feel comfortable when his murderous intent disappears.
Seeing clearly the boundaries of life, Hill was no longer able to support herself. At this moment, she let go of the sword in her hand, leaned her body weakly to one side, closed her eyes and waited for death.
However, the coldness of the sword's edge disappeared at the touch of a finger, and she even felt the coldness of steel touching her neck. Strangely, the coldness disappeared in just an instant.
When Hill opened her eyes, she saw everyone retracting their weapons. All the weapons were put back into their sheaths, and everyone's eyes were staring behind her.
Behind me...is the Wolf Knight Great Sword!
Hill's body trembled suddenly, remembering that when Geralt called Hawkwood to swear an oath to leave with him, he performed a strange etiquette towards the Wolf Knight's great sword.
Hill didn't expect this sword to have such a status. Just seeing the sword could make these ruthless hunters put down her life.
Dragging his body that had been twisted by will, Hill forced himself to turn around and get out of the way of the Wolf Knight's sword that was blocking his back.
Without the attention of these people, the original warm feeling disappeared, replaced by the familiar murderous aura.
Hill hurriedly dragged Sharon Carter away from her feet to prevent her subordinate, who had fainted with murderous rage, from being easily killed by these people.
Seeing the Wolf Knight's Great Sword in front of them, these Flan Undead Team neatly took off the Flan's Great Sword from their hands and inserted it in front of themselves. At the same time, they knelt down half-kneeling with the sword in both hands and prayed to the Wolf Knight's Great Sword.
Those Frank ghosts laid their weapons flat on the ground, knelt on one knee, lowered their heads and prayed together with the undead team.
Hill was the only one standing at the scene, which also gave her the opportunity to observe the scene.
Only a few dozen people were seen in the undead team. Except for the leader, the others were carefully guarding around the item they brought.
It was a stone table, with a head placed on the table. The head with only skeleton left even wore a crown and was made into a cup.
The circle around the crown was cut off from the skull, and a metal base extended downward from the skull. The cup made of the entire skull was placed firmly on the stone table.
Just when Hill wanted to continue observing, the murderous sting caused her to move her eyes away involuntarily. Amid the warning from her consciousness, as long as she had any bad thoughts about the object, she would be greeted with death.
And the murderous intent just now was the warning sent by the undead team surrounding the stone table. Hill could only look elsewhere, counting the number of incoming Frank ghosts to divert his attention.
Only then did Hill realize that the number of arriving Frank ghosts had exceeded her expectation. At a glance, she could see a sea of green cloaks.
Before Hill could completely record it, the undead team who had just led the prayer ended their ceremony and looked at Hill with their scarlet eyes.
Just when Hill was thinking about how to answer the undead team's question, a shield and a short spear were thrown in front of Hill.
Obviously, this is to let Hill join the team that hunts the darkness, and the murderous intention has been locked on her. As long as she shows a hint of rejection, there will only be one result.
After picking up the shield, Hill came to the same spot and picked up the sword Geralt left for her. Holding the sword and shield, Hill said: "I prefer to use this, no problem..."
The undead team didn't have any answer, they just put on their weapons again.
The captain came to the side of the Wolf Knight's sword, took a deep breath, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and slowly raised the Wolf Knight's sword above his head.
This big sword with faith became the focus of the audience. Everyone raised their weapons vigorously and responded to its call.
As the Wolf Knight's sword was taken away, the advancing team also changed.
The captain with two big swords walked at the front, while the other undead teams with cups were protected in the center. Dozens of undead teams guarded the cups, and thousands of them were outside.
The Ghost of France.
Hill could only drag Sharon Carter, who had just been woken up and was confused, to follow silently at the back. He also had to be careful not to fall behind and be killed by the ghost of Frank who was on guard outside.
The closer it gets to Santa Fangansa, the closer the environment here is to the hell Hill has seen before. The original soil has turned into dry sand, and the original cool breeze at night has now turned into a hot air flow mixed with the smell of sulfur.
The hell kid crawling from the passage now became the prey of Fran's ghost.
Throwing short spears, slashing with sabers, or even burning with ghost torches, these hell brats turned into ashes and blended into the changing environment.
Arriving in the town, Hill saw a familiar figure - Carter Shrey.
At this moment, Carter Shirey was struggling to stand up with a large flange sword. He was also frightened by the murderous intent and had to get out of the way.
Following the direction of the road, two traces of flames were burning tenaciously, as if they were leaving some message for those who would follow.
The captain of the undead team picked up his flange sword and assumed a thrusting posture. Looking at Carter Shrey's expression, the captain was carrying flames, just like the two people before, and stayed beside him.
A trail of flames.
Three different people used the same trick and left the same traces in the same place, but the traces were like a declaration, warning everyone who saw it.
And those three marks, added up, are like the scratches of a wolf's claws...