Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

The wind blows from the mountains to the land.

Clouds drifted past the sun, hovering over the jagged forest.

The Great Griffin flew across the sky, and the strong wind tore the clouds into pieces, turning them into a huge shadow covering the earth.

Dark green jagged teeth cut through the towering mountains.

The witcher reined in his horse and stopped.

Ahead, there is a wide river, dividing the endless forest into two.

"A tributary of the Alba River." Vesemir took out a map from his saddle bag and pointed his index finger at the lines on the yellowed leather map.

"It seems that we can only catch up to here today." Aylin squinted his eyes and looked at the back of the big gryphon, but after stopping for more than ten seconds, the huge body had turned into a small black dot, obscured by the oak tree. .

It was the summer flood, and in front of the oak trees, the tributaries of the Alba River were turbulent and fast, and the water was gushing.

In the game, Geralt can jump in regardless of whether it is a stream, a river or the sea. As long as he is not afraid of wasting time, he can swim anywhere.

But the reality is different.

Although the armor worn by the two demon hunters was not heavy, and was medium armor with leather mixed with metal for defense, after jumping into the river, there was only one way to sink.

But the turbulent current would definitely not allow them to sink safely to the bottom, so they used the killer whale to cross the river bed underwater and walk to the other side.

Such a rapid flow of water might carry the demon hunter somewhere.

Even if I was not paying attention, my head hit a stone and I was dizzy. When I woke up, I found myself lying in Sintra...

No!

According to the course of the Alba River, it might be impossible to say whether it would lie in the port of Niu Castle.

"It seems so." The Master Demon Hunter held the charcoal pen tied with a black line next to the map and drew a cross on the map. "Let's go and ride along the river. Today we will find the location to cross the river. Tomorrow we will Wait for the big gryphon just opposite.”

"This is also a good way to avoid crowds."

Ailin nodded slightly and pulled the reins.

Carrot lowered his head to drink the river water, twitching his ears and snorting reluctantly a few times before raising his head and walking along the river.

"That's how demon hunters hunt monsters..." Vesemir looked at the direction of the tributaries of the Alba River in the distance. "In order to kill a few water ghosts that ran into farmers' houses and stole chickens, ducks and livestock, they had to sacrifice themselves. A long day of work.”

"Large monsters all nest in deep mountains and old forests. It is very rare to find a location within a week."

"Master Vesemir, I am patient." Aylin knew that Vesemir was worried that he was impatient and would not have the patience to hunt monsters in the traditional way.

"That's good." Vesemir curled his lips in relief.

I don't know why, but the monsters that I haven't seen even once in the past few years are like crazy this year, and they appear one after another without actively looking for them.

Ice King, Swamp Fairy, Goblin, Great Griffin, White Widow, Giant Ghoul...

Since coming down the mountain at the beginning of the year, the two demon hunters have killed many monsters with a strange frequency, and most of them were of extraordinary strength.

I heard that Aylin also dealt with a lot when he was alone.

It was as if a wizard had solidified a seduction ritual on the two of them.

They harvested a lot of bounties from these monsters, and Aylin used these monsters to become a noble in Elland just after he became a demon hunter.

Therefore, Vesemir was indeed a little worried, worried that he would treat exceptions as the norm and lose the calmness of a witcher who patiently hunts monsters.

This is very dangerous for witchers.

After returning to Kaer Morhen from Elland, he became aware of this problem.

If any of his traveling apprentices in the past showed signs of this, he would definitely be able to change his mind by directly reprimanding or even beating him a few times.

But Aelin...

How to say...

His strength increased so quickly that Vesemir couldn't understand it.

In the past, it could be said that it was because of the Demon Hunter's Eyes, but just a few days ago, Aylin easily killed a giant ghoul with only Yakxi and that weird roar.

Vesemir was very sure that a month ago, not counting the magical potions, he could have had a fight with Aylin.

Now.

He should...should be no match for Aylin at all.

How to persuade this?

fortunately……

"Fortunately, Aylin is still as mature and reliable as before." Vesemir breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

While chatting, they galloped upstream along the river bank, but found no shoals or bridges.

The river splits into two at the end.

After some hard work, the witcher successfully changed the obstacle of the forest on the opposite side from one river into two rivers.

"Go back and go further downstream to take a look." Vesemir helplessly marked the nameless river that would fork on the map. "Horton is right. Here in Aden, the Wolf School The number of visits is too few.”

"If we were in Kaedwen, Redania and Temeria, no matter what, we could follow the atlas all the way to the foot of Adria..."

Aelin looked up when he heard this.

The perennially frozen peaks of Adria seemed further away.

"By the way," Vesemir lightly kicked the horse's belly with both feet to make the horse go faster. "When the witchers spend the winter in Kaer Morhen at the end of the year, don't forget to copy an atlas."

"Next year, you'll have to rely on an atlas to find your way."

Aelin was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then realized the hidden meaning in Vesemir's words.

"Isn't the traveling trial five years?"

"Maybe for ordinary witchers," Vesemir smiled gently, "but I feel that I have nothing to teach you."

"How to meditate, how to hunt monsters, how to find a suitable place to rest..."

"There aren't many things that traveling trials can teach you."

"The reason why it takes five years is mainly because the demon hunter who has just passed the high mountain trial is still too weak. It takes five years for the mutated blood transformed from the decoction to increase the demon hunter's strength and agility. , physique, perception and magic power..."

"On the premise of learning how to survive in the city and the wild, improve your sword skills and seals, as well as your understanding of different monsters."

"And in five years, no matter how stingy the traveling mentor is, the young demon hunter can make some connections and gain some fame, so that he will not starve to death after leaving Kaer Morhen alone."

"But you, Aylin..."

Vesemir looked at Aylin with softer and proud eyes:

"You have already learned everything you need to learn."

"Swordsmanship, seals, physical fitness, you are even better than me now."

"I know this very well," he raised his hand to stop Aylin from speaking, "and it's not just me, maybe you will be able to surpass the chief soon."

"As for connections..."

Vesemir thought about it for a few seconds and shook his head with a wry smile.

"Ms. Vera, High Priest Ianna like you. Duke Mason of Elland awarded you a knight. The Kun family, the founder of Redania, even gave you the divine sword of the legendary hero Zatret Volta. Presented to you..."

"To be honest, Aylin, there are not many people I know who have such a high status."

"As for reputation, I just heard the bard praising your deeds in the tavern yesterday..." The master demon hunter subconsciously glanced at Elsa behind Aelin, "I believe that by the end of the year, Kaer Morhen will The invitations I receive from you fill a whole pigeon box.”

"Maybe you haven't realized it yet, Aylin, you are already a qualified master demon hunter, and you even surpass most master demon hunters of the Wolf School in all aspects."

"Letting you travel with me next year will not do you any good. It will only allow me to take advantage of it." Vesemir's tone was sincere, as if he was desperately trying to drive Aelin away.

But Ailin was deeply moved.

Although half a year is not long, and most of the time we are not even together.

But Vesemir was really selfless and taught him everything he knew and knew without reservation. He even did things that went against his own principles many times, like hunting the Great Griffin this time. .

Looking at Vesemir's soft dark golden cat eyes, Aylin had countless things to say.

But when he opened his mouth, there was only one sentence:

"Thank you, Master Vesemir."

Aelin turned sideways and looked directly into Vesemir's dark golden cat eyes, his tone was very sincere.

"Master Aylin," Vesemir pressed his black wide-brimmed hat and laughed, "from now on, just call me Vesemir."

The birds resting in the forest were startled by the hearty laughter and flew away in all directions.

"Da da da~"

Light horse hooves trampled across the ground.

The weather gradually changes from muggy to cool.

The golden-green tributary of the Alba River flows between the piers of the broken bridge. Under the setting sun, the river water shines brightly.

"Can't you find a way to cross the river downstream?"

Vesemir looked helplessly at the rotting wood and rusty rivets on the rushing river and sighed.

Often bridges are built only at locations on a river that are most suitable for building bridges.

Since there is a broken bridge here, according to Vesemir's past experience, even if he goes further downstream, it is estimated that it will be difficult to find a way across the river in a short time.

With the moist wind blowing across his cheeks, Aylin looked up at the other end of the sparkling river.

Although he had just told Vesemir, "I am patient," the half-day's futile efforts made the demon hunter, who was looking at the broken bridge at the moment, still feel a little irritated.

He was extremely hopeful that a flying mount would suddenly carry him to the other side.

"You have to cross the river to catch the flying mount, but you can't cross the river without the flying mount..."

"This is really stupid."

Aylin sighed helplessly in his heart.

"This is how a witcher hunts monsters," Vesemir took a deep breath, both to comfort Aelin and to convince himself, "Just get used to it."

"But places with bridges should generally be close to villages or some human settlements."

"When we get back to the main road, we'll ask and find out if there are any villages near this tributary of the Alba River."

"Yeah." Aylin breathed out a sigh of relief as he sniffed the moist air with the faint smell of fresh water.

Walk back and get on your horse.

"It would be great if we could deal with the big gryphon in Venger Castle. If we swoop down in the narrow and cramped city, and with the help of the city guards, we will be able to deal with it quickly."

Vesemir jumped on the brown horse, put on his black wide-brimmed hat, looked back at the distant mountains in the direction where the great griffon was flying, and sighed.

"It's a pity that it can't be done." Aylin said regretfully.

Attacking a city is indeed the best situation for the Great Griffin to deal with.

In just a few moments, many pictures even appeared in his mind.

Climb up the tall building, jump, roll, and dodge between the buildings, and then land on the back of the big gryphon that attacks the soldiers on the ground.

Then, when the monster was displeased and turned around to attack, he threw the One-Eyed Clan's giant beast sling, caught the eagle's head, and successfully subdued the big griffon.

All in one go.

Unfortunately, even without talking about the neutrality principle of the Wolf School, he didn't want others to see the scene of using the giant beast of the One-Eyed Clan to capture the Great Griffin.

"Yeah, it's a pity that it can't be done." Vesemir also sighed.

Just look at his tightly knitted brows.

Obviously.

Vesemir's regret may be different from Arryn's regret.

The sun sets and the sky gradually darkens.

When riding on horseback to chase the Great Griffin, they didn't feel it, but when they returned, they found that they had strayed far from the main road.

And perhaps because the pressure of the Great Griffin was gone during the day, Vesemir and Arryn encountered several waves of water ghosts, ghouls and wild wolves.

The two items overlapped, until the dusk completely enveloped the earth and the stars filled the sky, they returned to the main road of Aedirn from which they came.

It was obviously inappropriate to ask if there were any villages near the tributaries of the Alba River at this time.

Besides, Erni and Kral were still waiting for them in the inn.

So.

After the two witchers rode on the main road, they tacitly did not mention this point. They squeezed their hips against the horses' bellies and galloped quickly towards the inn.

...

Holding torches, the two witchers disguised themselves outside the village before leading their horses into the village.

The inn where the witchers were staying now was no longer the one they had just left Vergen.

This inn was close to Vengerberg, but also remote enough.

"I wonder if those brats got into trouble today?" Vesemir muttered, tying the black horse to the stable.

Because they could not reveal their identities as witchers to accept commissions, several young witchers were forced to stay in the inn these days, and they did not leave their rooms.

Out of boredom, they really got into a few big troubles in the past two days, and almost exposed their identities.

"We were punished yesterday, and with Erni and Klar in charge, there shouldn't be any big problems... right?" Aylin was also a little unconfident.

"I hope so."

The two witchers walked to the inn.

The first floor of the inn was a tavern, with a few farmers sitting sparsely, and only a few glasses of beer on the table.

And the witcher knew that these glasses of beer might have been drunk by them all day.

The owner of the inn was an elderly woman standing behind the bar, wiping the cups boredly. When she saw Alin and Vesemir come in, she immediately came to greet them.

After all.

They were the big customers that this small inn rarely met all year round.

"You two are back, want to eat something..."

The woman was soliciting business with a flattering smile, but was suddenly interrupted by Vesemir's wave.

"Wait!" he said hurriedly.

A faint palpitation surged up, as if the lair of a sleeping dragon suddenly appeared behind him.

The two witchers turned around almost at the same time and rushed out of the inn.

North.

The low night was flashing with red aurora, like a demon opening its scarlet eyes.