Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

"The situation in Kaedwen is not good..."

Vesemir led the dark mare in line, walking on the muddy path, with a complicated expression on his face.

Aelin glanced back.

After passing through the seven demon hunters disguised as mercenaries, who were trembling but with excitement shining in their eyes, there was a long wooden bridge.

On the wooden bridge, merchants, mercenaries, doctors, refugees and...

wounded.

There was one carriage after another, filled with seriously wounded soldiers wrapped in bandages.

Either hands or feet were broken, or fractures were severely injured, or even a large piece of the skull was sunken...

"诱辱辱辘~"

The wheels jolted on the muddy ground, and the wounded men in the carriage shuddered lifelessly.

If it weren't for the fact that one could also observe the rise and fall of breathing in the chest, who could tell whether these carriages were carrying corpses or transporting the wounded?

Although the information I gathered was various, including victory and defeat, Vesemir was right.

This look obviously doesn't look like someone who has won a battle.

"You could tell it a few days ago, right?" Aylin looked down at the road, avoiding the piles of livestock dung.

Vesemir sighed and did not deny it: "I don't know how many people died on the front line?"

The Wolf School has always adhered to neutrality, and they can be seen destroying monsters throughout the northern continent.

But the witchers in Kaedwen obviously put in the most sweat and blood on the land beneath their feet.

How could there be no feelings?

It's a pity that the people in this land, intentionally or unintentionally, are becoming more and more alienated from the school of thought, and even hostile.

The team reached the next level again.

Soldiers were on tight guard at the end, checking the passing crowds in front of a pinewood fence.

However, Aylin and Vesemir were unmoved and followed a group of merchants dragging grain and grass forward as usual.

Demon hunters have long seen how "tightly guarded" Kaedwen is these days.

There are many levels and many soldiers to check.

At first, the demon hunter was really frightened because of this, thinking that he had to make a big circle from outside the battle line to reach Vergen.

But after gradually observing it a few times, I discovered...

Although there are many people, both the intensity of patrols on the front line and the attitude of the soldiers in the level are surprisingly lax.

Such as now.

"Who? What do you do?"

The bearded officer held parchment and quill, and just blurted out his habitual interrogation. When he saw the weapons and leather armor of Vesemir, Aelin and the other demon hunters behind them, he waved it without waiting for them to answer. Start:

"Mercenary, right? Let's go quickly, don't block other people's way."

No need to say a word.

The "mercenaries" of the Wolf School were put into the checkpoint under the watchful eyes of a group of soldiers.

It is worth mentioning.

Beside the pine fence and on the oak turret, two or three wizards didn't even glance down.

Of course, even if these low-level warlocks checked, they couldn't see through the illusion of the mirage bead structure.

However, we can get a glimpse of the desire for soldiers on the front line, the conflict between the new king and the wizard, and the binding force on the nobles under his command.

After leaving the customs, he quietly separated from the large troops heading to the military camp.

Not long after traveling, the scars of war lay naked across the land.

There were corpses hanging from the trees, the villages were burning with black smoke, and corpses lay scattered on the ground. Soldiers, farmers, men, women, and children, some clothed, some naked on the ground...

Less than a hundred meters apart, it felt like walking into hell.

The young demon hunters who had just passed the level with fear and fear, and some who were particularly excited, fell silent when they saw this scene, and the atmosphere was tense.

The progress of the journey was also slowed down.

At first, they saw one or two corpses, and all the demon hunters took the initiative to dig pits nearby to bury them. Later, they only buried women, old people, and children. Then they walked into a burned-out village and found that there were still fires everywhere. The ruins and the miserable deaths of the villagers.

The demon hunter stood at the entrance of the village, stared silently for a few times, then turned back unwillingly and walked around the devastated ruins.

Holden is still not sure whether he is alive or dead in Vergen, and there may be pursuers from Ben Ade behind him...

Manpower is limited.

His eyes unconsciously avoided the corpses on both sides of the road, and Aylin asked, "We're not here yet at the border of Kaedwin and Aedirn, are we?"

"Yes." Vesemir nodded, "The place we just passed through is called Aris. Before the war, the entire village made a living by supplying food and fodder to the Ban Green Fortress at the junction of the two countries..."

"So... yes, this is still Kaedwen."

"Strange," Aelin frowned, "They have already reached Kaedwen. Aedirn should have the upper hand on the battle front."

“Why did Holden ask us for help?”

"Is Vergen really surrounded by Kaedwen's army as he said in his letter?"

Vesemir's hand holding the reins paused and he frowned:

"Is it possible that when the war began, it was Kaedwen who had the upper hand?"

"Aedian was the one who started the war," Aylin thought for a moment and denied, "You have forgotten that we were almost blocked in the city at Venger Castle. At that time, Aedian was dividing the mercenaries and idlers in the city. Han was imprisoned and sent to the battlefield."

"At the same time, Kaedwen was still dealing with Haxor's funeral and was busy crowning the new king."

"and……"

Aylin glanced around:

"Vergen is not too far from Kaer Morhen. It only takes two days at most for a carrier pigeon to fly there."

"But these marks cannot be made in ten days and a half."

"Kaedwen may have been caught off guard from the beginning of the war, and then pushed all the way to this place..."

"It makes sense." Vesemir was silent for a moment and agreed, "But whether Holden lied or not, and why he lied, it doesn't matter now. There is the Smuggler's Trail not far ahead, and it takes half a day to walk to Vergen. Well, you will naturally know it then.”

After a pause, Vesemir glanced at the young demon hunters behind him, then lowered his voice and added:

"When the time comes, let's be careful and let Ernie and the others find a place to hide first."

In response, Aylin could only nod.

yes!

What can be done?

Come all come.

Information stagnation is what it is.

Kaer Morhen seemed like a paradise when the war broke out.

But at the same time, relying entirely on the news of the returning demon hunter made the Ancient Sea Fortress a completely isolated island.

A request for help that may have a problem must be verified across thousands of miles.

"We must find a way to bypass the school's traditional neutrality principle as soon as possible and find a way to establish the Wolf School's intelligence system." Aylin frowned and thought in his mind, "This kind of experience of traveling thousands of miles to verify a wrong information is really bad. !”

While Aylin was thinking about how to establish an intelligence system in the Wolf School with less than a hundred people, the direction of the wind suddenly changed.

The next second.

Aelin and Vesemir shrugged their noses at the same time and raised their heads sharply.

A strong smell of blood mixed with fishy stench floated over from the east.

The two master demon hunters immediately recognized that this was not the smell of corpses left on ordinary battlefields.

Perception was immediately lifted, and hearing quickly became sharper.

"Someone is calling for help!"

Vesemir exclaimed, pulled the reins to turn, and instantly rushed towards the woods on the east side amid the horse's neighing.

Arryn and several other witchers followed.

The wind whistled in my ears, and the low birch trees were suddenly passed by one by one.

The smell of blood mixed with the fishy stench became stronger and stronger.

"The blood of living people... is the rotten stench of corpse-eating creatures... there are ghouls..." Aylin shouted back.

Upon hearing this, all the demon hunters simultaneously took out the blood-red corpse-eating oil from the reagent bag on their waists, and skillfully drew out their silver swords to smear it on the fast and bumpy horseback.

Vesemir glanced back at him in surprise.

Because of the concentration of the smell in the wind, he could only tell that the smell of blood was still fresh, and that the rancid smell came from corpse-eating creatures, but he could not tell the specific type of monster.

"Aelin has become stronger again!" Vesemir thought to himself.

"Ah——" A harsh female scream pierced the sky, startling the birds in the forest.

The witcher unconsciously tightened his legs and increased his speed again.

"Damn monster, get away from me..."

"Mom! Mom!"

"Sally...Doya, hide quickly...ah——"

…

The sound gradually became clearer, occasionally mixed with the "bang bang" sound of balloons exploding.

These strange noises were followed by blood-curdling screams.

"The Rotting Demon!" Vesemir's solemn face was wrinkled by the strong wind, and he suddenly turned his head and reminded loudly, "Ban Igoni!"

"Yes, Master Vesemir!" the young demon hunter responded immediately.

Carrion ogres are corpse-eating creatures that often appear in swarms on battlefields, in plague-stricken cities, in the sewers of towns, or near famine-stricken villages.

Even experienced demon hunters are unwilling to face such hordes of corpse-eating creatures.

Because their rotting bodies are full of poisonous gases, even witchers who are immune to many poisons are not immune to them.

More importantly, this poisonous gas is very flammable, and any spark will cause a huge explosion.

And well known.

Generally, the range of the Igoni seal of a demon hunter is very short, and if one is not careful, he will fall into the explosion of the rotten demon.

However, even if Igoni is not used, the rotting demon will automatically explode after death, and no material will be left after the explosion. These points make the demon hunter with an extremely short attack range disgusted to the extreme.

Of course.

Vesemir and Arryn are not ordinary witchers.

"Aelin, let's use Igoni to kill all the rotting demons first, and then we can deal with other monsters!"

"knew."

The moment Ailin responded with concentration, a ray of light suddenly appeared between the trees in front of him.

"Wow~"

The branches and leaves of the birch trees were blown wildly by the strong wind blown by the witcher.

arrive!

The smell of blood and putrefaction became a thousand times stronger.

Several witchers came to a depression.

Wherever you look, you can see broken flags, rusty swords, shields and armors with various family crests, and even many carriages with broken axles...

This is an old battlefield.

There was a fight here, but it ended at least half a month ago.

One week to one month, this range is the favorite cooking time of most carnivorous creatures. It has a strong rotten flavor, but there is still a lot of meat left to enjoy.

Good guy!

How do the convoys that dare to travel in groups to the countryside have no common sense before they dare to leave here?

Aylin muttered a few words in his mind, looking far into the distance from the galloping horse. The battle place was at the other end of the battlefield.

"Um?"

Aylin seemed to see a very familiar figure.

Not sure...take another look...

"Ghouls, rotten demons..."

"Fuck!" The demon hunter couldn't help but cursed.

There is indeed an old friend in the distant battlefield.

The big head, huge body, and black spikes all over his body impressed him deeply. More importantly, Aylin once had a "good memory" of racing against it for nearly an hour...

"Damn it! There's a giant ghoul." Vesemir's face suddenly turned ugly.

This treacherous monster did not join the battle at this time, but wandered around the periphery of the outer battlefield.

The ghouls and rotten demons were under his command like a well-trained army.

"So many corpse-eating creatures!" The young demon hunter also began to exclaim, unconsciously slowing down.

A lot indeed.

Aylin looked over at a glance and saw that there were at least forty or fifty ghouls and about fifteen rotting demons in the dark and red field. He also looked at several carriages that were blown to pieces in front of them.

At first, the number of rotten demons might even exceed twenty-five.

to be honest.

If Aelin and Vesemir were here, no matter how chivalrous they were and abide by their duties as demon hunters, they would turn around and run away.

But now...

Aylin looked back at the team he brought out.

[Name: Ernie]

【Loyalty: 100】

[Attributes: Strength 16, Agility 10, Constitution 14, Perception 18, Mystery 8]

[Skills: Wolf School Two-Handed Sword LV3 (1/1000), Ice Spear Curse LV2 (7/500), Quen LV3 (1/1000)↑...]

Although they didn't find a few ghouls along the way, they had enough control over the overflowing water ghosts. Even if they didn't deliberately hunt them, the group of people had almost eliminated more than a hundred water ghosts.

The attributes may not have improved much because the water ghost's heart essence has been filled up, but the more than a thousand battle points obtained by the Demon Hunter Corps were all spent on Erni and Krall's Quen Seal.

Led by them, after half a year of training and running-in, the battle formation formed by the young demon hunters who had already cooperated tacitly was more than enough to delay dozens of ghouls. Even if there is any emergency, LV3 Quen can hold on for a while.

What's more, there are many well-equipped guards in the convoy on the opposite side...

"You can fight!"

Vesemir and Aylin looked at each other and nodded.

Now that we have made up our minds to attack, the next question is how to attack.

"The giant ghoul is cunning and cowardly and will not attack easily, but it cannot be the first target to prevent the monster from recalling other corpse-eating creatures to attack in groups..."

Under Vesemir's encouraging gaze, Aylin carefully arranged:

"Erni, Krall, you and a few others, maintain your formation, and only attack the ghouls. If you encounter the attacks of the rotting demons and giant ghouls, dodge and do not engage in combat..."

"Got it!" Erni and Krall responded.

"Master Vesemir," Aylin tilted his head, "Let's use Igni to clean out the rotting demons first, and then focus on dealing with the giant ghouls..."

"Okay!" Vesemir nodded, then suddenly remembered something and asked:

"After killing other corpse-eating creatures, the giant ghoul will definitely escape. Are you not going to hunt it?"

"Don't worry, it can't run away!" Ai Lin smiled when he heard this, confident.

The demon-hunting legions still rely on it for their achievement points, attributes, and treasure chests!

The demon hunter looked back and glanced at the monster covered with black thorns.