Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

"Who are you?" The demon hunter looked up from the bloody belly of the monster.

A man and a woman, two warriors covered in sticky blood, stood in front of the giant ghoul's head with wide eyes, and their dirty faces revealed a trace of respect that was difficult to discern.

Behind them, Vesemir was talking to a fat merchant, and the driver tremblingly straightened the carriages that formed the carriage formation.

Other demon hunters harvested materials, and mercenaries supported each other. Some were collecting corpses for their companions, and some stood beside the young demon hunter.

I don't know if they are interested in their methods, or curious about which parts of this hideous and smelly monster are worth harvesting.

"We are the Free Anglin Mercenaries from Temeria. I am the leader Ryan, and this is Dana..."

"Hello, Ryan, Dana," Arlin was a little curious, "How did you recognize me?"

"Sir Arlin..."

"Just call me Arlin..." The demon hunter interrupted.

He was still not used to others calling him by his title.

Of course, Sir Arryn is better than the middle school "Blue Death", but it would be better if he could just call him Master Arryn.

It's a pity that perhaps because of his age, after he was promoted to Master Demon Hunter, he was rarely called that.

He couldn't let people call him that directly, after all, it was not very decent.

After being interrupted, Ryan looked at Dana: "Ai... Arryn... Master?"

Very on the right track... The Demon Hunter nodded with satisfaction.

Ryan breathed a sigh of relief: "Master Arryn, half a month ago in the tavern of Temeria, there was a bard humming about you, wearing the crown of May Day, destroying the group of demons attacking the city, and saving Elland..."

"... The blue cat pupils opened and closed, and the God of Death came upon call..." Dana on the side spoke, her tone was low and gentle, "... The fourteen-year-old young knight of Elland named his beloved silver-white long sword Elsa..."

Dana hummed very nicely.

But when Arryn heard the lyrics clearly, he couldn't help but glance at Vesemir with a strange look.

Although the witcher master had not mentioned the new sword since he got it, Elsa was not Arryn's sword after all, and his name was not given by him.

His beloved long sword became famous in the hands of other witchers.

Tsk tsk...

The witcher shook his head in his heart.

Of course.

This is not important to Arryn.

The songs of the bards in the witcher world are very short, basically two sections of repetition or progression. Dana hummed the main section in less than half a minute.

"Master Ailin," Ryan put his right fist on his chest and bowed solemnly, "Thank you for saving me... saving Free Anglin..."

"That's not necessary," Ailin took a half step back and raised his chin towards Vesemir, "The owner of the caravan will pay the witcher."

"It's different," the middle-aged burly man with a beard shook his head, "I, Ryan, and Free Anglin owe you a life..."

"And me, Dana!" The woman with two dry tear marks on her face looked at Ryan and said solemnly.

Then.

The two of them bowed and bowed again, turned and walked towards the caravan.

The witcher was stunned on the spot, laughed, and continued to process the materials of the giant ghoul.

...

Whether it was the caravan or the mercenary group, many people died in this old battlefield.

But in the wild, it was still ominous. In the old battlefield where the corpse-eating creatures were entrenched, neither side thought of taking these bodies back.

Cut down trees, build a bonfire, put corpses on the ground...

In order to leave this sad place as soon as possible, the boss of the caravan also paid two hundred orens and asked a group of demon hunters to use a sign to heat the bonfire.

"This is the fate of mercenaries. Either die on the battlefield or die somewhere else." Ryan, the leader of the mercenary group, stood beside Aylin, his eyes reflecting the blazing flames under the gloomy sky.

"To die under the incandescent flames is already a good ending."

Corpse-eating creatures often smell the smell and dig up the cemeteries where corpses are buried in the wild.

So Ryan is right.

Being burned by the flames, and having one or two pieces of bones taken away by comrades and relatives as a memorial, is indeed a good ending for these mercenaries who make a living on the battlefield and in the wilderness.

After all, if Aylin and his group of demon hunters hadn't happened to pass by.

This group of mercenaries would most likely be wiped out, rotten in the old battlefield, and turned into food for corpse-eating creatures.

They may even become the food for the next generation of corpse-eating creatures they breed in an unknown way, or they may turn into ghosts out of resentment and harm more humans.

It is difficult for souls to rest and return to the country of faith in God.

This is what most people in the demon hunter world find even more difficult to accept.

"By the way," Ailin whispered, "Looking at the way you deal with the ghouls skillfully, you don't look like an inexperienced new mercenary group. Why did you run to this old battlefield?"

"You should know that this kind of place is the most likely to have ghouls, right?"

"Of course I know..." Ryan sighed softly, "Although we are not professionals like you who hunt monsters, we have traveled all over the country and naturally know where to go and where to avoid... but..."

Ryan's eyes subconsciously looked in one direction,

The demon hunter followed his gaze and looked over. Two little girls were held by a middle-aged fat businessman who should be their father. They looked at the burning and jumping flames and were surprisingly quiet.

"Sally... that's the little girl on the left. When the team stopped to rest, the cat she was holding suddenly ran out, and she immediately chased into the woods..."

"Then, just like all stupid fables, our people caught up with the girl in the woods, but attracted monsters..."

"The team was led by a cunning monster and fled here in a panic."

"There were heavy casualties."

Looking at the twisted shadows in the flames, Ryan paused: "But it's also our fault."

"Children and pets are the most likely elements to cause accidents during the journey."

"I was not prepared..."

"Ryan..." Dana reached out and held his hand tightly.

Ryan's expression suddenly became a little unnatural. He dodged, but Dana seemed to hold it tighter and couldn't pull his hand out.

Maybe because of Aylin, Ryan just pulled his hand, but didn't pull it out, so he gave up.

Seeing that Arlin's eyes were on the two girls, he looked over with pity:

"Sally also learned a lesson..."

Lian paused: "A very profound lesson..."

"Sally's mother, Lady Liz, was dragged away by the ghouls in order to save them - Sally and Doya -..." Dana sighed.

Before he finished speaking, Arlin suddenly remembered the female scream he heard in the grove.

Finally, he knew why the two little girls were quiet beyond their age.

"That's really...really..."

...

After the simple cremation, the caravan continued on its way.

The demon hunter accepted the generous reward from the fat merchant and followed the caravan.

Their goal was also the smuggler's trail, but the final goal was not Vergen, but after passing through Aedirn, the Rustburg of Lyria and Rivia.

As for why the fat merchant brought his family and passed through this war-torn place?

The merchant didn't say, and Vesemir didn't ask much.

Everyone has secrets.

We are just traveling companions for a short distance, there is no need to know so much.

Of course.

The most important thing is...

Money, enough.

"Bang~"

Under the young witcher's covetous eyes, Aylin took the purse thrown by Vesemir.

"Clang~"

The crisp sound of coins colliding.

"One thousand eight hundred orens, half for you and half for me." Vesemir pulled the reins closer.

Yes, nearly one thousand orens have been credited.

Before the Wolf School declined and monsters were not as rare as in novels and games, the income level of top witcher masters was like this.

It was not like the witchers of Geralt's generation, who worked hard and finally got a few coins, and even this would be discounted in various harsh ways, and there was a small probability that they would be driven away and cursed by the villagers.

Even "selling daughters" for a hundred florins.

In this respect, the time when Aylin traveled through the witcher world was actually not bad.

At least the witcher master will not be short of money. After spending lavishly, he can also support the school to raise a large group of apprentices in Kaer Morhen.

"Okay, okay, I will give you a share when we get to Vergen."

The witcher, who was stared at pitifully by the young witcher for a long time, smiled helplessly.

"Long live the captain!"

The young witcher cheered immediately.

In fact, these young witchers who just came down the mountain are apprentices who follow their mentors during the travel period. It doesn't matter whether they share the money or not.

But he naturally can't be so harsh.

"Da Da Da ~"

Riding a horse and following the long caravan, listening to the young witchers discussing how to spend money, even the boss himself has not yet decided on a fixed salary.

Aelin suddenly noticed that Vesemir frowned slightly, and looked at the desolate wilderness behind him from time to time.

"Worried about the pursuers from Ban Ader."

This is affirmation rather than question.

Vesemir was retracting his gaze backwards, and was stunned for a moment when he heard Aelin's words, and nodded.

"Don't worry. We have been traveling for six consecutive days since we left Ban Ade. How could those pampered wizards catch up so quickly?" Ailin comforted.

It's not that he doesn't believe what Vesemir said.

He agrees that the wizard named Sonny should have recognized them by now and should have thought of a way to plot against them.

But he also wouldn't overestimate his weight in the wizard's heart.

From Vera and Ianna's teachings, especially when Ianna talked about the water divination and fire divination rituals, they mentioned several ways for warlocks to search for traces.

With the traces left by the demon hunters, the wizards either set up an ambush on the spot or followed their traces and caught up on horseback. There is almost no third possibility.

After five consecutive days of running on horseback without sleep, both hips were rubbed with blood marks...

Don't say whether those wizards have such great perseverance. Their bodies have not been strengthened physically. How can they be as resistant as the demon hunters who have been transformed by decoction?

The rapid burst of melee power does not mean that it can last long.

Besides, after passing this smuggler's trail, we will reach the territory of Aedirn. At that time, the one we should really worry about may be the solitary wizard.

Aelin felt that the real dangerous time should be when returning, and maybe we should consider taking a detour at that time.

I don't know why Vesemir is so persistent, and what happened between him and the wizard named Sonny in the past.

"Uh~"

Vesemir hesitated and nodded.

"Instead of worrying about the spoiled wizards catching up behind us, we should worry about Vergen ahead," Arryn smiled, "There is a 'dwarf princess' besieged by the army there, waiting for us to rescue her?"

"You kid!"

Vesemir scolded with a smile.

"But you are right to remind them..."

"I'd better remind the caravan, in case there is a remnant of Kaedwen near Vergen..."

The words were not finished.

The witcher master pulled the reins and walked to the front of the caravan.

"Da Da Da~"

The rapid sound of horse hooves gradually merged into the sound of the carriage crushing stones.

Ayrin looked at the merchant with a haggard face and red eyes, leaned out of the carriage, forced a smile and talked to Vesemir.

After a few words, he called Ryan, the leader of the Free Anglin Mercenary Group, over with a look of doubt.

"Vergen, Vergen..." Arryn muttered to himself for a few words, and looked back in the direction they came from.

The tip of the nose seemed to still smell a faint burnt smell, but the old battlefield where many people were buried was covered by sparse woods, overgrown shrubs and gray rocks.

The demon hunter's eyes were dim and uncertain, and I didn't know what he was thinking.

...

"Rumble~"

It was the summer flood season, and the surging Pontar River was left behind by the caravan.

There was no third-rate plot that just after crossing the border between Kaedwen and Aedirn, a powerful enemy with thousands of troops blocked the way ahead.

The caravan did not stop for a moment. Only a few blind water ghosts appeared along the way. The demon hunters didn't have time to take action, and they were quickly solved by the mercenaries of Free Anglin.

This mercenary group is indeed something. After observing along the way, Ailin gradually had some ideas in his mind, but they were not yet mature.

After crossing the Pontar River, the caravan soon came to the fork in the road where Ailin and Vesemir killed the attacking White Widow and captured Thomas More and Macao two months ago.

After arriving at this familiar place, Vesemir, who had been nervous all the way, was obviously much more relaxed.

Arlin did not laugh at the witcher master, because he also felt relieved.

Mainly in Kaedwen, there is always a strong sense of crisis that you will be surrounded by the army if you disagree.

Under this sense of crisis, the strength of the chasing wizard is actually secondary.

At the fork in the road, you don’t have to go far to reach the fortress of Vergen carved out of the mountains by the dwarves.

However, it was getting dark, and the current situation of Vergen was still unclear.

After the rich businessman discussed with Vesemir and Ryan, they settled down here.

"Erni, Kral, you stay here to protect the caravan..."

After returning, Vesemir gave a few words to the young witcher, and then looked at Arlin.

"Let's go and see if our Horton 'Princess' really needs a knight to rescue her!"