Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

"Rumble~"

The ground shook, and a mountain stood up.

This cave was tall and large, and it was estimated that the top was at least fifteen meters from the ground, but such a large space seemed very narrow against the backdrop of this "mountain".

On the "mountain" facing away from them, the lava that fell from the baptism of fire had not yet extinguished, and slowly flowed down from the top. From a distance, it looked like an active volcano that had just erupted.

At the same time, a violent aura filled the entire cave with the vibration of the ground.

In an instant.

Aylin and Francesca's breathing suddenly stagnated, and their bodies trembled involuntarily.

Instinctively swallowing his saliva, taking a deep breath to reduce the uncontrollable fear brought by the magic favor aura, Aylin carefully looked at the behemoth in front of him.

He had seen many large monsters.

The Water Ghost King, the Cyclops, the Giant Swamp Woman, but none of them could catch up with the size of the monster in front of him.

The huge size and hard rock shell made Francesca's fire baptism seem like warm bath water.

Not a single bit of damage.

Looking at the way it shook its head, it looked more like a bear that had just been awakened from hibernation and was grouchy.

The shock effect was full.

"Po~"

"Gurgle gurgle~"

Under Francesca's strange gaze, Aylin skillfully took out the cat's eye potion and drank it in one gulp.

Then he slightly bent his thumb and index finger, drew a triangle and cast a Quen on himself.

Then...

"clang!"

The silver sword was unsheathed!

"Hunter... Demon Hunter... You don't want to fight this kind of monster, do you?" Francesca's surprised voice came from behind.

Aylin frowned.

Is this a question he wants to ask or not?

The trajectory of the black magic passed through the passage next to this monster.

They couldn't avoid the large monsters that blocked their way!

Returning along the original route, there was another large group of well-prepared human elite soldiers and even the king's guards waiting for them...

Compared to that, large monsters are easier to deal with.

Ailin glared at Francesca fiercely.

Reckless elf!

You've done me a disservice!

If you weren't the "princess" of the elves, you would still need your portal to rescue the target...

"The road is right next to the monster, there's no way to avoid it."

Francesca bowed her head in shame, knowing that she had caused another big disaster: "I'm sorry, I..."

Ailin's eyebrows were almost twisted together, and he interrupted impatiently:

"Do you have any spells like teleportation or invisibility that can help us avoid this monster?"

There was only one large monster in the cave, and he could certainly fight it with the [Demon Hunting] skill.

Even if the LV3 demon hunting state didn't last long enough, he still had two special skill points to upgrade, and the upper limit of 310 physical points was enough.

It was just that it was too dangerous to face a strange large monster when the incident happened suddenly, he was not well prepared, and there was no way to retreat.

His mission was to save people, and it would be best if he could get through without fighting.

"Of course!" Francesca didn't look up, her blue eyes trembling slightly, "Just..."

"Roar!"

Another roar.

Amid the trembling wailing of the ground, the rock mountain slowly turned around.

The monsters were about to discover them!

"Just what?" Ailin clenched the silver sword in his hand and roared.

However, before Francesca could answer.

An accident happened again!

"Roar!" "Roar!" "Roar!"...

The roars that came one after another suddenly sounded in the cave.

In the cave that was almost as big as two football fields in his previous life, the piles of stones that Ailin had thought were ordinary stones stood up tremblingly after a roar.

Dust and gravel were shaken off, and while the smoke and dust were everywhere, the aura of favor of large monsters rose and fell one after another, reflecting each other.

This... this...

These piles of stones are actually alive!

The demon hunter involuntarily put down his sword slowly. The heavy favor position was oppressing his heart, as if at this moment, the beating flesh and blood sank into the bottomless abyss.

Also oppressing him was the uncontrollable fear in his heart.

So many monsters.

[Demon Hunting] is useless!

He turned his head stiffly and looked at Francesca, who was also stiff.

Although he had already sensed the ominous tone in "Valley Daisy", he still asked again with a glimmer of hope:

"Just what?"

"You have also seen the current situation. If you continue to hide, you will only die."

Francesca's body softened when she heard this. After shaking her head fiercely, she seemed to cry:

"I... I don't intend to hide... just..."

"Just... just when I used the baptism of fire just now... my mental energy was consumed a lot... so... so..."

Before Francesca finished speaking, the demon hunter felt that he could no longer feel the beating of his heart.

It was as if his heart was also frightened and forgot how to beat.

Is this reckless elf really the future Elf Queen?

Is she really the "Valley Daisy" who can plan and support the "Country of Infertile Elders" under the pressure of the Nilfgaard Empire?

How could she be so stupid when she was young?

And.

How did she walk into the heavily guarded camp outside alive?

Are those guards stupid or blind?

Even if he needed help, Ailin couldn't pretend to be in a good mood at this time. He asked with a cold face and suppressed his anger:

"What method, how long does it take to restore mental power?"

"Short-distance transmission... five minutes..." The noisy roar forced Francesca to raise her voice.

Ailin took a deep breath after hearing this.

It was meaningless to complain about the elves' mistakes at this time, and it was also him who proposed the idea of ​​understanding each other's methods.

In the final analysis, it can only be said that Francesca and his luck were too bad. After all, who would have thought that a piece of rock in the cave would be a large monster?

Otherwise, the five-minute recovery time would have been spent by continuing to rush on the road and walking.

So, what he had to do now was to find a way to survive these five minutes.

Ailin calmed down and his brain worked quickly.

"Maybe we can retreat first and wait for Francesca to restore her mental power?"

Thinking of this, Ailin's eyes suddenly lit up, and without saying a word, he pulled Francesca and ran back the way he came.

However, after only five steps, he slowly stopped due to inertia.

"It's over!"

The sweet voice like a spring dripping from an empty valley revealed a strong despair.

In the vision of Ailin's cat's eye potion, the stone slope at the way out in front of him, the furry feeling unique to the potion's observation of still life, suddenly became sharp.

In the vibration of the ground, the "stone slope" shook off the gravel and dust on its body, and stood up like all the other stone piles that had been there before.

The demon hunters and elves had no way to retreat, no way to escape.

They were surrounded by monsters.

Desperate situation, it has come!

...

"What should I do, Ailin? What should we do?"

Francesca leaned limply on Ailin's body, screaming in horror.

In desperate situation, Ailin was much calmer at this moment.

After all.

This was not the first time he encountered a life-and-death crisis.

The Water Ghost King, the Mountain Trial, the Swamp Witch, the Demon Spirit...

These experiences told him that to survive from death, he had to suppress his instinctive fear, and then...

Think! Think! Think again!

He lifted Francesca's arm to let her stand firm.

"Shut up! Focus on recovering your mental strength, don't worry about anything else." He shouted.

Francesca stopped talking and looked at Aylin blankly.

She saw that the demon hunter's young and beautiful face was full of determination, as if nothing in this world could stump him.

Looking at the dull expression of "Valley Daisy", Aylin's heart skipped a beat, worried that his harsh tone would have the opposite effect. He tried to raise the corners of his mouth and said as gently as possible:

"I have experienced this situation many times, so don't worry, focus on recovering your mental strength!"

Francesca nodded instinctively, and after coming back to her senses, she trembled and looked at the monsters around her, and closed her eyes.

She could only believe the man in front of her... no... the boy...

She had to believe him.

Francesca kept convincing herself to ignore the demon hunter's age.

No!

She could believe him.

Yes!

The demon hunter was chosen by Ian Savini, there must be no problem!

Besides, his skills are so good!

Seeing that Francesca was calm, Aylin couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Surrounded by so many monsters, if he encountered another teammate with a mental breakdown, he would be really finished.

Fortunately, although Francesca was a bit of a pit, as a "princess" who looked spoiled, at least she controlled her emotions well.

After his teammates were fine, Aylin turned his head and looked at the monsters around him vigilantly.

Hey!

The demon hunter actually saw a way out at this glance.

Small head, sturdy body, rock-like substance on the back...

He didn't see clearly just now because of panic, but after calming down, he found that these stone monsters were all rock trolls.

"There is a chance!"

"Although most trolls are not smart, they are still reasonable." Aylin was relieved immediately.

Fortunately, Francesca's fire baptism was aimed at the largest one.

And it only woke him up and did not cause any harm.

Otherwise, if a rock troll was really killed or injured, there would be no room for easing.

Just... rock trolls?

Have you heard of them somewhere recently?

Aylin frowned.

In the thick darkness, the roars (morning grumpiness?) gradually subsided, followed by loud whispers.

"... hibernation... time... to eat..."

"... hungry... hungry... eat meat..."

"... rock... wake up... trolls... give trolls... meat..."

...

Obviously.

The rock trolls who had just woken up only wanted to eat for a while, and had not noticed that there were two strangers in the house.

The demon hunter did not say anything at this time, happy to delay time.

Until...

"Roar!"

"... shut up, little troll... otherwise there will be no meat... only rock fists..."

After the largest troll roared, the noisy begging of the rock trolls stopped immediately.

The next moment.

The stern and ferocious eyes swept over Aylin.

"...Humans...what are you doing here..."

The rock troll named Shanshitou's sentences were still a little shaky, but his fluency was far better than other rock trolls.

They were able to communicate, and they didn't rush over to kill them and eat their meat immediately, and they didn't even care about the baptism of fire...

It was a good start!

Alin breathed a sigh of relief.

The next step is to persuade them with words, find an opportunity to bribe them with rotten meat, and ask them to make way.

If that doesn't work, maybe you can also bring up the big stone of Kaer Morhen to build a relationship with them.

After all, they are all rock trolls from Kaedwen, and who knows if there is any blood relationship between the two?

So.

Ailin took a deep breath and greeted loudly:

"Hello, rock, we are here..."

"Roar!"

A roar not far to the right interrupted the witcher's words.

What's wrong? Is there another accident... Ailin's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he looked in the direction of the sound.

The rock troll closest to him, about two meters tall, roared, stared at Ailin with his red eyes as big as green beans, pointed at Ailin with his thick buns, and said angrily:

"... rock... human... smell... not... witcher... smell... is..."

The rock troll just mentioned the word witcher.

The other trolls took a deep breath instantly, even the huge rock.

In the empty cave, the speed of air flow increased a bit.

Three seconds after the demon hunter was at a loss, the whole cave suddenly exploded.

"... Demon hunter... bad... Troll... house destroyed..."

"... Demon hunter... bad... Qing Shitou... seriously injured..."

"... Demon hunter... bad..."

...

The same sentence structure, different content, but reveal the same emotion.

Angry! Extreme anger!

Aylin, who was stunned by the sudden incident, suddenly had some pictures in his mind, and he remembered where he had heard about rock trolls recently.

In the inn of Baiguoyuan!

[Vesemir: I didn't expect that there was a large camp of rock trolls behind this mine, with more than a dozen rock trolls in it. ]

Aylin instinctively glanced around and counted.

Well... nineteen rock trolls.

[Vesemir: In the battle, I opened up two places that were not connected with one Alder sign. 】

Alin turned his head subconsciously, looking past Francesca who had her eyes closed.

The place they came from, the passage now blocked by rock trolls, had some irregular protrusions on the rock walls on all four sides, which were traces of being broken by external forces.

There were also valleys, mine carts, wooden scaffolding, scattered stone piles...

Scenes flashed through Alin's mind in an instant.

This was also an abandoned mine, so...

Damn it!

Could the demon hunter mentioned by these rock trolls be Vesemir?

Alin didn't want to believe it.

But the facts in front of him completely overlapped with the impression in his mind.

[Bob: You are the demon hunter who was beaten to vomit blood by the rock trolls! 】

Another sentence popped up in his mind.

Alin instinctively glanced at Shan Shitou.

With a physique like Shan Shitou, who was even two or three meters taller than the Cyclops, and armor as thick as rock.

Plus so many rock trolls helping him.

Even a demon hunter master like Vesemir was beaten to vomit blood, it was very normal.

And since the human couple was on good terms with Viscount Hudson, it was completely reasonable for them to hide in Viscount Hudson's abandoned mine.

Fuck!

He was tricked again!

What did Vesemir do to these rock trolls other than breaking the wall that made them bear a grudge for fifteen years?

How grudgeful were these rock trolls that they only needed a trace of smell to remember the hatred fifteen years ago?

Ailin didn't know the answer to these two questions.

He only knew one thing, that is...

He had to run away quickly!