Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

The next day.

"Did Sonny say anything?"

Standing in the northwest corner of the academy, in front of the lonely pure white tower, Miguel scratched his sparsely haired forehead in confusion.

In Ban Ade, every hired wizard has his own tower, which is not surprising.

But there are differences between towers.

Just as in Ade Kale, the roofs of all buildings cannot be higher than the palace.

In Ban Ade Academy, except for the dean, all wizards are equal in status.

But in fact, there is always an unspoken but widely circulated and recognized unspoken rule when building wizards' towers-the number of floors of the tower is closely related to the owner's achievements and status in the wizarding world.

Heng Gedimides's Starry Tower has six floors.

Sonny's Elemental Tower has five floors.

Miguel's own Ritual Tower has three floors.

"Fifth floor..." Miguel scratched his chin, "Either this mysterious newcomer is so arrogant that he looks down on everyone, or the dean really regards Vigfortz as the successor of the top five in the wizard association..."

"Vigfortz of Logyven..."

He frowned, murmured the newcomer's name again, and walked towards the tower: "Why have I never heard of this name before?"

Knocked on the door of the pure white wizard tower, and the moment the door opened, Miguel was shocked again.

A dignified and graceful girl opened the beautifully carved black wooden tower door.

Ban Ade is a male wizard academy, but the wizard tower of adult wizards is not short of women for various reasons.

Not to mention the differences between men and women in certain divisions of labor.

Wizards are not monks who abide by the precepts, and they have some desires from time to time that need to be satisfied.

Therefore.

What surprised Miguel was not gender, but identity.

The girl is not an ordinary person.

She is a sorceress, and a high-level one at that.

Feeling the magic power leaping in front of him, Miguel subconsciously tilted his head uncertainly: "You...you are...Vigofortz?"

"Hehe~" The girl smiled gracefully with her hands covering her mouth.

The bright morning light was a little dim at this moment.

Slightly distracted.

Miguel noticed the oil paint on her hand. The girl should have been painting before opening the door.

"Excuse me," the girl noticed the wizard's gaze and put her hands down in front of her belly, "Vigo is upstairs, please follow me."

She is not Vigofortz?

Looking at the girl in front of him like a maid, walking gracefully and slowly in front to lead the way, Miguel felt extremely unreal.

Is this poetic and outstanding girl in front of her really one of those high-minded and bad-tempered sorceresses?

"Cliff, who is that Vigfortz?"

Miguel couldn't tell what he was feeling. He instinctively combed the few hairs on his head and followed her step by step, walking in the tower.

Silk, oil paintings, flowers, wood carvings...

The pure white tower was different from the other towers that Miguel had visited in the past, which were filled with various monster organs and human bones and blood.

Rather than saying that this was a wizard's tower, it was better to say that this was a showroom for a noble who loved art.

The quiet environment and the faint wood fragrance made Miguel, who had just returned from the Bamba Mill and was full of anger and impatience, gradually calm down.

"We're here." The girl whispered.

They stopped in front of a metal door on the second floor, on which a magic circle was carved.

"...Virs...Ley...Fow..."

Miguel, who specialized in rituals, easily read the effect of the magic circle: extremely effective shielding of magic fluctuations, vibrations and sounds.

A magic training room.

This is very common in wizard towers, but it is rare to see an extremely effective magic circle.

"Ding--"

After the girl smiled and greeted Miguel, she rang the iron bell beside the door, and the magic circle on the metal door instantly lit up.

After a while.

"Please come in." A gentle male voice came from the door.

Then the girl pulled the iron door and reminded softly: "Please shrink your perception."

Miguel was a little confused, but he still followed the host's wishes and put away his outward perception.

The next second.

He knew why the girl reminded him so.

"Long~"

The moment the door was opened, a strong and restless magic power aroused a fierce cave wind.

The four elements of magic power, red, blue, green, and brown, flickered in the door like the aurora in the far north.

If it weren't for the girl's reminder.

Without warning, such restless magic power would not seriously injure Miguel, but it would definitely have a significant impact.

After the violent element fluctuations subsided a little, Miguel quickly looked out.

A man in a black wizard robe met Miguel's eyes and smiled apologetically:

"Sorry..."

He is Vigo Fortz!

With just one glance, Miguel immediately understood...

The reason why Vigo Fortz's wizard tower has five floors is not because he is arrogant and overbearing.

Not only because Vigo Fortz of Logiwen is tall and strong, handsome and noble, and has a sincere and honest voice.

It is also because the natural elements around him are as docile as servants, as attached as the most loyal lovers, and let Vigo Fortz control them.

He had only seen this kind of elemental affinity and control in Dean Hen Gedimidis.

As we all know, Henry Gedimidis has a powerful identity that is rare in the world...

Source of magic!

And it is the source of magic that can freely control its own talent.

Miguel suppressed the expression on his face so as not to lose his composure, but he screamed and marveled in his heart.

"Cliff is on top..."

"Is this what Sonny calls 'very strong in actual combat ability'? Can Sonny himself be able to defeat Wigfortz?"

Any wizard knows that.

The same spell, released from the hands of an ordinary warlock and released from the hands of a magic source, have two different concepts, whether it is casting speed, spell strength or damage range.

The magic training ground is not a place to talk about things. After Vilgefortz exchanged a few pleasantries, he took Miguel to the study not far away.

In addition to silks, oil paintings, flowers and wood carvings.

Like Henry Gedimidis, who is also the source of magic, Wilgefortz's study also has a large number of books.

In addition to the stacks of bookshelves, there are also thick and towering volumes lined up on the ground. Many of the pages look yellowed, and some even have very special materials and colors. They look like old books at first glance.

However, although there are many books in various places in the study room, they rarely look very tidy and arranged in a regular manner.

Some open books on the pile give the whole study a unique intellectual charm.

"Where did Wigefortz come from so many books?" Miguel looked around the study room, feeling surprised.

But this was just the first glance. He had something in mind and didn't look much further.

After sitting down on a chair covered with soft cushions, he brought up the business to Wigefortz.

"A demon hunter?" After hearing Miguel's intention, Wigofortz sat in a high-backed chair and asked.

"Yes," Miguel nodded and expressed his gratitude to the girl who poured him a drink. "There are nine demon hunters from the Wolf School. Sunny recognized that the leader should be the master demon hunter Vesemir. General Vesemir Aylin will also be with you..."

"Aelin?" Wigfortz sipped the mellow red wine with great interest and interrupted in a warm voice, "He is the youngest master witcher who was knighted in Elland and promoted to Ben Ader. , the little guy also known as the Blue Death?"

Miguel's face looked a little ugly.

The demon hunter named Aylin, whether he was promoted to master demon hunter or was nicknamed "Blue Death", he got it all by stepping on Ben Ader's face.

Moreover, Vigfortz's tone sounded as if he was not a wizard in the academy, which made people feel a little uncomfortable.

However, considering that he might have just arrived at the academy not long ago, Miguel nodded: "It's him."

"But not many people know about the knighthood."

Vilgefortz smiled twice: "Three weeks ago, when Hen Gedimidis's invitation letter arrived, I was at an ancient elves' burial ground."

"The burial ground is in Temeria, not far from Elland."

Ancient Elf Burial Ground... What Vilgefortz studies is ancient Elf magic... or ancient Elf alchemy...

That's right...

Those who are best at developing magic source talents are indeed those elves.

Miguel's image of Wigefortz became more vivid in his mind: "Then this matter..."

"Sonny and I have similar interests, so naturally we cannot refuse on this trivial matter, but..." Wigfortz paused, "I don't know if Senny wants to be captured alive, or..."

Hearing this, Miguel hesitated.

Sonny really didn't mention this.

In other words, considering the strength of a senior master witcher, a newly minted master witcher, and seven traveling witcher apprentices who looked like the wolf school, even Sunny didn't dare to talk about capturing him alive.

Vilgefortz's tone was as relaxed as if those demon hunters were stupid and harmless hares on the Blue Mountains, who could jump into the cage by themselves as long as they set traps.

However, considering the identity of his demon source, it may not be impossible.

"Uh... then... let's try to capture him alive," Miguel said. "If possible, at least capture the one named Aylin. We are all very interested in this little thing who is very capable of tossing. "

"Don't worry," Wilgefortz smiled lightly, "I will capture them all alive."

Miguel was stunned and didn't refute.

He took out a sealed material bag from his robe: "This is the blood of the water ghost they killed last night. Can you divination?"

"I can..." Vigfortz took the bag of materials, "Water Divination, Fire Divination, Visceral Divination... I was born in the Druid Circle of Kovir, and those druids are the best at finding things... "

"That's good... that's good..." Miguel sneered and stood up immediately, "I still have tasks assigned by the dean to do, so I'll leave it to you."

"Don't worry," Vilgefortz also stood up, "I'll leave in a moment."

Miguel nodded and was about to leave when he suddenly thought of something and added:

"By the way, it's best not to let the dean know about this matter."

"I will."

Seeing Vilgefortz's solemn nod, Miguel no longer had any doubts. After saying goodbye, he turned around and followed the girl out the door.

When I came, I had no intention of observing, but when I left, I was completely sure because of Vilgefortz's strength.

Relaxing, Miguel began to carefully examine the collection of the second magic source he had met in his long life, Vigoforts.

Coincidentally.

Several books were spread out on the pile of books beside the aisle.

Out of curiosity about the magic source, he took a few glances when he passed by.

One book seemed to be the family tree of the King of Temeria, but the one circled was the queen of the King of Temeria, "Leanlun"...

The pages of one book were old and yellowed, and there were words written in ancient languages ​​on them. Miguel only glanced at it and couldn't recognize anything.

However, on this ancient page, there was a handwritten chiffon paper, which seemed to be the translation made by Vigoforts himself.

"You must know that the time of sword and axe is approaching, it is the era of the cold wolf and snow..."

"The time of white frost and white light is coming, it is the era of madness and contempt: Tedd Deireddh, the era of the end..."

"The world will die in the frost and be reborn under the new sun..."

"That is also the time when Hen Ichaer - the blood of the ancients - is reborn..."

...

"This seems to be the prophecy of the elf prophet Isilin, but..." Miguel paused, wondering in his heart, "After 'rebirth under the new sun', shouldn't it be the section of the child of miracles?"

"The blood of the ancients...what is that..."

Curiosity came up, Miguel wanted to turn back and ask, but then he thought of Sonny who was still helping him to hold back other ritual wizards.

After thinking about it, his steps were just a setback, and he finally left directly.

"Forget it, I'll come back and ask after completing the dean's task..." he thought.

Hearing Miguel's footsteps moving away, Vigfortz retracted the gentle smile on his face, as if this smile was just a mask.

"Da Da Da~"

The slender white index finger tapped the chiffon paper on the table lightly.

Vigfortz spread out the fallen chiffon paper.

"Lydia..."

"I'm here." When the wizard called, the girl had just returned from sending Miguel.

"Put aside the crafts unearthed from the ancient elf cemetery in Garondom for now."

"Go find those demon hunters?" The girl stared at Vigfortz, her eyes full of love.

However, Vigfortz seemed not to feel this sincere gaze. After nodding slightly with an expressionless face, his eyes were just staring at the chiffon paper on the table.

On both sides of the chiffon paper, many ancient words were excerpted in elegant aristocratic cursive.

Most of the sentences were the same, with only some words different.

These words were also deeply underlined and marked below.

If Miguel was still here, he would find that the left and right sides of the chiffon paper were written with Isilin's prophecy.

The underlined points all revolve around two core points...

"The blood of the ancients... the child of miracles..." Vigfortz murmured absentmindedly, "Why did Iselin make two different prophecies?"

"What did she see when she prophesied?"