Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

"This is one of the ancient Cliff Honor Ceremony."

"Legend has it that the Cambridge Ceremony, held sincerely by the warriors, can allow the soul of the recipient to touch Cliff's Hall of Valor..."

"Heroes who have experienced the Honor Ceremony will inevitably be chosen by Cliff. Not only will their heroic spirits be immortal after death, but they will also become the pioneers of the war to end all things..."

"Of course, this is just a legend about gods now."

Sara raised her eyebrows: "Just like the king and queen chosen by the May Day Carnival."

"Their marriage will surely be blessed by the goddess Meliteli, and their offspring will be like a bumper harvest of wheat, filling the house, and their future will be bright..."

"But in fact, marriage is ultimately a matter between two people, and has nothing to do with gods."

"Many May Day kings and queens were unhappy after marriage, not to mention their descendants..."

"Sarah, watch your language!" Arthur frowned and interrupted, "Don't speculate on gods!"

Sara shrugged and skipped the topic without comment.

Soul touches Valhalla...

"So the man with blond hair and golden eyes is Cliff?" Aylin thought.

This makes sense.

After all, the prayer of the warriors in the ceremony also begins with "May Cliff..."

And the prototype of Cliff in the original book is Odin in the Norse mythology of the previous life, but the author did not mention this god much, so he did not know much about this religion.

Judging from Sarah's performance, Cliff should not be seen in ordinary Cambridge ceremonies.

Thinking of what Meliteli said last night, Aylin couldn't help but doubt...

Is Cliff's sudden appearance the same as Meliteli, because he weakened the white frost on the barrier of the kingdom of God because of his intersection with the celestial sphere of Ban Ade.

"I don't know if He came here specifically for me, or just appeared to cater to the Cambridge ceremony..." Aylin speculated.

But the battle of the end of all things...

Aylin vaguely felt that the former possibility was more likely.

"Knight Arryn!"

"Mayday King!"

"Mayday King!"

"Mayday King!"

...

The loud cheers changed unconsciously. The "Mayday King" that was originally only shouted by a few troublemakers has now become the mainstream.

It is not difficult to see from the slightly frowned eyebrows of the old-fashioned Arthur and the rough smile on Sarah's face.

This change was obviously not prepared in advance.

But now even the guards and the demon hunters have started to shout like this.

Obviously.

No matter what world, the majority are fun people.

Or do they think that the identity of "Mayday King" is more approachable?

"Let's go! Demon hunter, Knight Arryn of Elland..." Sarah laughed heartily.

"Leave amid the cheers of the crowd, don't look back, hold your head high and move forward..."

"This is also part of the Cambridge ceremony."

Arthur also nodded solemnly, and solemnly handed the black-bottomed ferocious wolf-headed flag to Arryn:

"Brave and glorious heroes always rush from one battlefield to another, until they hear the horn of Valhalla blow and join the final battle of eternal glory..."

"I look forward to having the opportunity to fight under your flag in the future and go on the road to glory together!"

The demon hunter was excited by their words.

After nodding vigorously, he looked back at the towering city gate, and then looked at the little priest who was surrounded by the guards knights under the city gate and pushed to the front with a ruddy face, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was not very natural.

He smiled and waved.

Then he glanced at the place where he had fought, and then pulled the reins and galloped away from Elland amid the cheers and praises.

Ahead.

Vera, Vesemir, Mary, and Yennefer had been waiting on horseback, smiling at the witcher.

When Arlin accepted the grand Cambridge ceremony, they led their horses from the corner and left quietly in advance.

When Arlin rode closer, Vera, who was smiling warmly, opened her mouth as if she was about to speak.

"Let's go!" Vesemir didn't see this at all. He shouted as he passed Vera with great pride, "Follow our wolf school hero and go home!"

...

About an hour later.

"Ugh~"

Vesemir leaned weakly against a green larch, his face paler than chiffon paper.

"Master Vesemir, didn't you say before to rest for a while and then teleport..." Mary gently patted the witcher master on the back and blamed him.

"I'm fine!" Vesemir waved his hand weakly to interrupt.

"Ugh~"

Another dry heave.

The witcher master grabbed the rough trunk of the larch with both hands.

He had torn off all the brown bark.

After passing through five portals in a row, Vesemir's body's reaction was obviously more honest than his mouth.

And much more honest.

Mary glared at Arlin in a reproachful manner.

Arlin sighed helplessly, and this was indeed his fault.

As for why?

"There are still two portals to Kaer Morhen. Do you want to take a break?" Vera asked indifferently.

Everyone looked at Vesemir in silence.

Vesemir supported the tree trunk with his right hand and glanced around.

After five consecutive portals.

Vera's face was as delicate as usual.

After all, the bloody red fox was a senior sorceress who used the portals to travel on a daily basis. This was normal.

Mary has been traveling with Vera for many years, so she must have gotten used to the portals.

Even Yennefer's ruddy face and seemingly insensible appearance can be understood, after all, she is a magic genius praised by Vera.

But...

But!!!

Vesemir glanced at a fourteen-year-old demon hunter.

But how could Arryn, who has been a demon hunter for less than a year and can't even beat him without potions, be so good?

Why didn't he feel anything even after crossing five portals?

Vesemir even remembered Arryn's weak face, which was whiter than snow, when he teleported back to the main hall of Kaer Morhen Castle from the Slayer Lake half a year ago.

But what about now?

Arryn's condition looks better than Mary's.

No way!

Anyone can be better than him, but how can he, a traveling mentor, be worse than his apprentice in enduring the portal?

Vesemir suppressed the nausea in his stomach and said loudly:

"No... no need!"

"I'm... very... good, keep teleporting!"

Yes.

This scene has been repeated five times.

But Ailin felt a little aggrieved under Mary's stare.

Can he be blamed for not being affected by the portal?

He glanced at the translucent Demon Hunter's Notes.

[Ding! The fragments of the Gate of Ade Geis have been absorbed! ]

[Ding! Your special skill: Space Mastery LV5 has been upgraded to Space Mastery LV6]

[Ding! You have acquired the skill: Portal LV1]

Yes.

The fragments of the Gate of Ade Geis have been completely absorbed.

But it was not when the Kingdom of Meritelli removed the curse of the evil god. Although the system prompt appeared at that time, it was only a stage reward for the Gate of Ade Geis to absorb fragments:

Space Mastery LV4 was upgraded to LV5.

The complete absorption was when passing through the second portal. The absorption speed of the fragments of the Gate of Ade Geis suddenly accelerated in the environment of the portal space.

In the end, not only did he upgrade the special reward of Space Mastery by one level, but he also gave him a long-distance teleportation spell, but he didn't have time to try it.

But then again.

Even if he had not upgraded his spatial mastery to LV4, it was enough for him to not be affected by the portal syndrome of the demon hunter when he passed through the portal.

On the contrary.

In the portal, he felt like a fish in water.

So it was destined to be meaningless for Vesemir to compete with him on this.

Although the demon hunter did not mention his newly acquired spatial skills, he also advised him several times.

However, the demon hunter master seemed to be stubborn on a certain idea and was unwilling to admit defeat.

It was not that Ailin did not trust the people present.

It was just that after learning the water divination ritual and the fire divination ritual, he found that there were many such divination rituals in the world.

The more people knew about his skill that was highly related to the intersection of the Gate of Ard Ges and the celestial sphere, the higher the probability that the wizards of the Wolf School of Ban Ard and the Wild Hunt would know about it.

Of course, if it really came to the time to use it, he would definitely use it.

But for Vesemir's inexplicably tough self-esteem, it seemed unnecessary to expose his spatial talent here.

What's more...

"Snap!"

A snap of fingers.

The Demon Hunter Master's body subconsciously trembled violently, and he almost lost his grip on the tree trunk.

"Bang~"

A brand new portal appeared neatly on this barren mountain.

Vera, illuminated by the orange light of the portal, was cold and ruthless.

I don't know how the Demon Hunter Master offended the sorceress. It seems that Ms. Vera didn't give Vesemir a chance to live.

Otherwise.

After a portal.

Ms. Vera said she wanted to take a rest. Would Vesemir dare to order her to open the door?

He glanced at the girl who had been glaring at him, her mouth bulging with anger.

But Mary didn't seem to feel that Vera was targeting her, and everything seemed to be Erin's fault.

I don't know...

Is this intentional or unintentional...

Sighing in his heart, Erin didn't argue, and was about to persuade the Demon Hunter Master again.

But he didn't expect to be noticed by Vesemir.

The Demon Hunter Master gritted his teeth and rushed into the portal without hesitation.

When Arlin saw this scene, he recalled the time in Kaer Morhen, and his stomach was churning.

"Hmph!"

Mary rarely shook her face in front of him, holding Yennefer's hand, and walked into the portal with a cold snort.

"What a sin!"

The witcher sighed in his heart and shook his head.

...

Even the second-to-last portal had been passed, so Vesemir naturally couldn't stop at the last portal.

In the final analysis.

The extreme discomfort known as portal syndrome would only cause discomfort, and would not cause any damage to the witcher's body.

In the end, Vesemir still returned to the Blue Mountain through the portal.

However, Vera still gave the witcher master some face and did not teleport directly to the castle hall.

Instead, the portal was opened on a hill not far from Kaer Morhen, giving him enough time to adjust his state.

The sky was blue and the clouds were light, and the mountains were majestic.

As soon as he walked out of the portal, the witcher closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

His nose was filled with the fragrance of flowers and plants, as well as the unique woody aroma of pine resin.

This was not a familiar smell to him.

But it was no wonder.

When he crossed over, Kaer Morhen had already entered late autumn.

The mountain was freezing cold, and most of the wildflowers on the roadside had withered.

Although the smell was not right, I don’t know if it was a psychological effect, the moment I stepped out of the portal.

Arlin relaxed a lot.

“We’re at our new home!” Mary lowered her head and rubbed Yennefer, who was wrapped in a black robe.

The little girl had just arrived in an unfamiliar environment, and she timidly looked out from her robe.

“It’s so beautiful here!” she exclaimed.

Violet’s pupils sparkled in the sun.

The witcher opened his eyes when he heard it.

The Blue Mountains in early summer are indeed beautiful.

In the near distance are purple and red flowers that cannot be named, and dandelions that can be named are also in bloom, and goose yellow flowers are blooming all over the hill.

A little further away are tall trees of emerald green and emerald green.

The clear light blue Gwenrich River cuts off the connected forests and extends all the way to the snow-capped mountains shrouded in clouds and mist.

It’s like a fairyland.

"Dongdongdong~"

With slow and heavy footsteps, Vesemir walked out of the forest covered by trees.

The black wide-brimmed hat covered his pale face, and his movements were staggering.

The next second.

The demon hunter could feel a line of sight projected from the black wide-brimmed hat, looking at him.

"What a little monster..." Vesemir muttered, and then let out a long breath.

In just half a year, this kid Aylin seemed to have changed into a different person.

But thinking back on the experiences along the way...

Hudson's abandoned castle, the sneak attack of the Cat School, the death of King Ben Ade, the great griffin of Vengerburg, the wild hunt attack of the floating harbor, and the demon spirit siege of Elland...

Oh my God!

The experience of these six months is richer than his experience in the past ten years...

No!

More than his experience in the past twenty years...

The demon hunter master does not have to deal with large monsters every year.

To be honest.

Most of the time, the most difficult commission he experienced was to help the nobles clean up the cellars and family cemeteries.

Not to mention dealing with the king, monster sieges, and even the legendary natural disasters.

The most important thing is that he survived successfully.

Vesemir was a little dazed when he thought about it. The experience of the past six months was even more legendary than the biographies of those ancient heroes.

"What a little monster!"

Vesemir ruffled Arlin's hair with force, and sighed in his heart.

"Let's go, let's go home."

"This time, we must take a good rest for half a year. No matter who says, we won't go down the mountain..."

Hearing this, the witcher who was straightening his hair couldn't help but look up, feeling that Vesemir's back was full of flags.

The relocation of the school, the influence of the war between Kaedwen and Aedirn, the hostility of the wizard Ben Ade, and even the wild hunt who didn't know where he flew to...

Where did Vesemir get the confidence to say "rest for half a year"?

However, seeing that the witcher master looked pale and exhausted, as if he had just fought a thousand and one nights with some monster.

Arlin didn't correct it at this time.

After sighing in his heart, he followed the others to the Ancient Sea Fortress.

The hill he was teleported to was not far from the fortress, and he arrived there not long after walking.

"Huh?" Vesemir, who was walking in front, suddenly raised a questioning voice.

"Is this... Kaer Morhen?"