Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

"Aelin, Hughes, Bunt, Fred..."

Concerned calls sounded.

The next moment, a figure holding a steel sword jumped in from the darkness outside the window.

It's Vesemir.

After Vesemir jumped into the room, the first thing he saw was Aylin standing stunned, and he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately Aylin is fine."

Then his eyes moved down and glanced at the head and half of the body on the ground.

Then Vesemir was stunned for a moment, and his expression suddenly changed.

The trailing blood stains, the pale and bloody face, the helpless posture of lying on his back...

"Bunt is seriously injured!"

With a flash of his body, the master demon hunter, filled with anxiety and worry, instantly appeared beside the three of them.

He carefully raised Bunter's forearm, and the hand wrapped in linen fell limply.

The Master Demon Hunter's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Gently untying the linen, the ferocious flesh and blood immediately appeared in front of you, and gurgling blood began to slowly flow out from the wound.

The murderer who caused the wound had great swordsmanship and cleverly avoided the arteries, cutting off all the fascia and nerves in Bunt's hand.

This...this kind of injury...

"Master Vesemir, I can't seem to feel my hands and feet. Am I... can I no longer hold the sword?"

Bunt had a sad face, and the caution, fear and hope in his tone made several people around him lower their heads unbearably.

They are all swordsmen.

Even if they don't need to accept the commission of killing like the Cat School, the human body structure is still a required course for them.

Only by understanding your own physical weaknesses can you better protect yourself in battle.

So, including Bunt himself, they all know what such an injury means?

Not only was Bunt unable to hold the sword, he even had problems walking normally.

From the beginning, Hughes and Fred had been avoiding Bunt's sight intentionally or unintentionally. When they heard this, tears welled up in their eyes.

Seven years of frightening "choices", a week of excruciating pain between life and death, struggling grass and trials in dreams...

They finally stepped on the piles of corpses of their companions and became a qualified free demon hunter.

As a result, his career as a demon hunter ended prematurely not because of monsters, but because of a cruel and shameless "similar person".

"Damn cat school bastard!"

Vesemir gnashed his teeth and cursed, then stared at Bunt with some sadness and shame, and said:

"Sorry, I didn't get here in time."

"Aelin has avenged me." Bunt interrupted Vesemir's self-blame, and then looked gratefully at Aelin who looked unbearable.

From Vesemir's expression after the inspection, Bunt could already tell...

His role as a demon hunter has ended today.

After giving up, Bunt comforted his companions and said:

"If you hadn't arrived in time, I might have died. I'm lucky to have at least one life now."

"As for Master Vesemir, we all heard the sound of fierce fighting coming from your room. It's not your fault..."

"Master Vesemir, is there really nothing we can do about Bont's situation?" Aylin couldn't help but ask: "I learned from Ms. Vera that the dryads in Brokilon Forest are very skilled. of healing power.”

He remembered that in the original work, Geralt was beaten by Vigfortz so badly that his ribs, knees, and head were severely fractured. He finally recovered under the magical effects of the dryads combined with the water of Brokilon.

There's no reason a "minor injury" like Bunter's shouldn't work.

When Bont heard Aylin's words, a spark of hope suddenly lit up in his eyes.

"Yes, Master Vesemir, can we take Bunt to find those tree spirits?"

Hughes and Fred also became excited and looked at Vesemir expectantly.

Vesemir shook his head with an ugly expression, sighed, and said:

"Indeed, as Aylin said, the dryads of Brochlon may really be able to heal Bunter's injury."

"But……"

"But the dryads are very unfriendly to witchers now."

"Some of our radical colleagues just accepted the commission from King Brugg to hunt the tree spirits near Brochlon Forest a few years ago..."

"It's impossible for them to help us treat Bunt..."

Ailin's face darkened when he heard this.

Damn it, no wonder Vesemir looked like he had no solution. It turned out that there was really a problem with the tree spirit.

Are there any fellow hunters hunting dryads?

Isn't it true that the attitude of those extremely intelligent creatures towards the demon hunters is more than just unfriendly?

If Bunt is sent there, fatal arrows will be shot from the darkness before he can even get deep into the forest.

"Is there really nothing that can be done about Bunt's injury?"

Aylin looked at Bont's pale and green face, and suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

"etc……"

Vesemir suddenly thought of something and glanced at Aelin strangely.

"Maybe there is hope."

"What hope?" Aylin asked quickly, regardless of Vesemir's strange expression.

The master demon hunter considered his words and said:

"Ms. Vera is a master of alchemy. I remember she can prepare a magic potion that may be able to help Bunt..."

At this point, his eyes suddenly glanced at Elsa's exquisite sword hilt behind Aylin, and he remembered the sky-high price of the bottle of potion in his memory.

Even if something happens suddenly, it is excusable.

As a demon hunter representing the Wolf School in the fighting competition, Vesemir cannot escape responsibility.

So most of the cost of buying potions for apprentices will probably be paid by him.

Thinking of this, Vesemir paused and said with some pain:

"I can discuss with the school to pay for the preparation of potions."

"But how to persuade Ms. Vera to help, I can only rely on you, Aylin."

Yes!

How could I forget Ms. Vera?

Aylin scratched his head in annoyance.

But...

Is Ms. Vera so scary?

Aylin glanced at Vesemir, who had a sudden illness and twitched at the corners of his mouth, strangely, and didn't think too much, and nodded seriously.

"Don't worry, I'll ask Ms. Vera for help right away."

As he said this, he took out a crystal bird from his arms and was about to send thoughts into it, asking Mary to ask Ms. Vera to prepare potions.

Suddenly realizing that he didn't know the name of the potion, he asked:

"By the way, what's the name of the potion? I'm using a magic tool to send a message to Mary now."

"Verdant Sigh."

Vesemir remembered the name of the potion very clearly, because the chief said that this bottle of potion was worth an Elsa on the black market.

Verdant Sigh?

It's a nice name.

Alin thought.

He then sent the message to the lovebird's body, walked to the windowsill and released it.

He watched the lovebird flap its crystal wings and fly into the deep darkness, and suddenly heard Vesemir's voice in his ears.

"In fact, you have all drunk this potion."

Alin turned around in surprise.

"We have all drunk it?"

Hughes and Fred looked at each other and said in unison.

After knowing that Bonte had a chance to be restored to its original state, Vesemir was also relieved, and smiled and nodded:

"It was the emerald green potion that Ms. Vera handed to you when we returned to Kaer Morhen through the portal after the High Mountain Trial."

"Ah?"

Just as the other apprentices were vaguely recalling, Aylin suddenly exclaimed.

He quickly opened the reagent bag on his waist and took out a beautifully decorated crystal bottle from the corner, which looked very expensive.

"Master Vesemir, is the verdant sigh you mentioned this potion?"

Aylin shook the crystal bottle.

The emerald green liquid swayed in the bottle, flashing with the charming life luster of emerald.

Looking carefully, it seemed as if I saw a vibrant forest in a trance.

"Yes... yes... this," Vesemir looked carefully and spoke incoherently, "How did you get this potion?"

"Ms. Vera gave it to me?"

Alin took out two identical bottles of Green Sigh from his bag, "I still have two bottles in my reagent bag, is there any problem?"

These bottles of potion were given to him by the sorceress when she asked him to practice the mist transformation skill of the magic prop "Little Mist Fairy's Arm Bone" on the day he discovered the strange Jingguan.

It's just that he didn't use them when he practiced later out of habitual saving.

Therefore.

These three bottles of potion have always been lying at the innermost part of his reagent bag. If Vesemir hadn't mentioned them, Alin would have almost forgotten them.

Hearing Alin's words, Vesemir opened his mouth slightly and was speechless.

He glanced at the young witcher apprentice, wanting to ask Alin if he knew.

This "Green Sigh" that he casually put in the reagent bag and tightly packed with other vulgar powder in the same narrow space, one bottle is worth an Elsa silver sword worth 17325 orens.

In other words.

Every day, Ailin carries a huge fortune worth four Elsa swords and dangles in front of Vesemir.

"But Master Vesemir, can't this potion only relieve the dizziness caused by crossing the portal?"

"Are you sure it can work on Bonte's injuries?"

Ailin asked in confusion.

As soon as the voice fell.

A long silence that confused the four young demon hunters fell in the narrow room full of rust.

Vesemir sighed with a lonely expression, looking at the innocent young demon hunter, and suddenly didn't want to explain anything.

It's outrageous!

When he was still working hard to take commissions and take care of children for the second Elsa.

Aylin, the darling of fate, actually uses a handful of Elsa's potion every day, which is a high-level potion that can delay aging, increase lifespan, and eliminate the side effects of time travel!

A surging sense of powerlessness suddenly hit.

Vesemir sighed again, waved his hand casually, and said:

"Try it, it should be useful."

"Verdant Sigh" can even repair the hidden injuries of the demon hunters over the years, so there is no reason why it can't repair Bonte's injuries.

Aylin, who didn't understand why the demon hunter master's mood changed so quickly, handed the Verdant Sigh to Fred.

"Pop~"

"Gurgle~"

After Fred fed the potion to Bonte, several demon hunters around came over and looked at Bonte carefully with expectation.

Soon, a minute passed.

Several demon hunters stared at each other, and Bonte's face seemed to be a little red.

He barely moved his wrist, but there was no reaction.

The light of hope in everyone's eyes gradually dimmed.

Several young witchers subconsciously looked at Vesemir, and the witcher master's heart was a little up and down, and he suspected that Cangcui's sigh might really be useless.

"Ah~"

Bunter suddenly screamed, and his back suddenly arched.

Vesemir looked at the young demon hunter in pain, not surprised but happy, his eyes suddenly brightened.

No matter how much it hurts, it doesn't matter. I'm just afraid that nothing will change.

Several demon hunters had drank Green Sigh, but they didn't have such a strong reaction at that time.

"Quick! Quick! Press down Bunt!"

Vesemir shouted, and several young demon hunters quickly stepped forward to suppress him.

"Shasha~"

The blood-soaked leather armor rubbed against the ground, and roars and teeth grinding sounds kept coming from Bont's mouth.

Seeing this scene, Vesemir immediately picked up a ball of linen cloth from the pool of blood and stuffed it into his mouth.

Prevent him from biting off his tongue.

Not long after.

"Crack!"

Fred's face was suddenly slapped hard.

Fred was stunned for a moment, and laughed out loud when he looked at the palms flying and struggling in mid-air:

"Hahaha...it works! Aelin...Bunt! It's working!"

There were sincere smiles on everyone's faces, and they pressed Bunt's body down harder.

About ten minutes later.

The young demon hunter stopped struggling, and large beads of sweat fell from everyone's forehead, blending with the dried blood on the ground.

"Bunt, how do you feel?"

Everyone released the body of the young demon hunter in a tacit understanding, and watched expectantly as Bunt stood up, moved his body, and untied the cloth strips that were roughly tied around his limbs.

The ferocious flesh and blood had now healed, leaving only a long, faint white spot.

"I feel really good now."

Bunt took a deep breath, bared his shiny front teeth, smiled at Aylin and the others, then picked up the steel sword on the ground and quickly performed a sword dance.

"Huh~"

The sword blade sliced ​​the air, making the sound of whistling wind.

Bunt was like a drowning man who suddenly breathed air. He was indulged in the buzzing sound of the sword and it took him a while to stop what he was doing.

The first time he turned to look at his fellow demon hunters, it was as if his eyes were on Aylin.

However, he strangely did not say anything. After staring at Aylin for a few seconds, he nodded to his companions and shouted excitedly:

"I can hunt monsters like a witcher again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ai Lin's body suddenly froze slightly.

The familiar cold mechanical sound rang in my ears.

【bite! The favorability of legion member Bont is increased to die loyal 100 (+4)]

【bite! Your legion skill: Resonance LV1 has been upgraded to Resonance LV2]

What an unexpected surprise!

Aelin looked at Bunt.

He was softly comforting Fred and Hughes, who were frightened by Bunter's tragic situation. He was holding the ordinary steel sword tightly in his right hand, as if he was holding his own life.

"Master Vesemir? Are you okay?"

The voice of the innkeeper Bob came from the door, interrupting the conversation of several people.

"fine."

After Vesemir shouted, he looked at the messy ground in front of him, sighed, and continued:

"You go downstairs and wait for me. I'll be down in a minute."

"Okay, Master Vesemir."

Bob responded as if he was relieved, and the footsteps quietly moved away.

Aelin followed Vesemir's gaze and looked at the corpse on the floor.

The two demon hunters of the Cat School who had been knocked unconscious by him suddenly flashed through his mind.