Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

"Chi... son of miracle?"

When Lydia took a step back in panic to avoid Vilgefortz's strange sight, two translated prophecy manuscripts on the table fell into her eyes.

Thinking back to his tone, an idea flashed in my mind:

"You...you mean that the demon hunter named Aelin is the miraculous child prophesied by Islin?"

"This...this...this...how is this possible?"

"Even if the Son of Miracle is not a human wizard, he must be an elf. A hunter... a demon hunter who only knows how to wield a sword, and has a seal that is so superficial that it cannot even be called a spell, how can he be qualified to be a Son of Miracle..."

Islin's prophecy is known to the world.

Because its chapters and passages have come true many times, many humans, elves, dwarves, scholars, warlocks, nobles... have studied it.

Niubao, which was founded not long ago, even established a special prophecy department to study the prophetic poem, which was only a few dozen pages thin.

Tens or hundreds of years of research have naturally led to some conclusions that are widely recognized by people.

For example, "When Aen Seidhe - the blood of elves - floods the earth, you all should howl, for the destroyer of nations is coming." It is hinted that the identity of the son of miracles may be an elf.

Those who agree with this concept are also echoed in the paragraphs of "born in a bitter cold place" and "inhuman people", because the elves were driven to the Blue Mountains by humans, and they have a deep hatred with humans for the destruction of their country and their race.

Due to the large number of believers in this concept, the elves are constantly being driven to more desolate places, and their hatred towards humans is even deeper, making this speculation even more convincing.

Not even the elves themselves deny it.

Another possibility is that it is a warlock. Of course, not many humans dare to publicize this speculation openly.

On the contrary, there are many believers among warlocks, especially wizards.

Because of magic, they possess the greatest magic in the world, the power to destroy cities and nations.

Moreover, there are many rebellious elements among warlocks, and they have caused countless disasters. For example, the clichéd Alzu's double cross summoned the saliva demon, destroying half of Maribo.

Even if it's not a warlock or an elf, it should at least be a human noble.

In history, there were indeed many descendants of nobles who sought power and usurped the throne under this banner, especially those of mixed human and elf descent. Many of them even succeeded in becoming kings due to mutiny.

Because although they have no special power, they control the most powerful power in the world - power.

Warlocks with magical powers must bow their heads in front of these ordinary people and be used by them.

But the witcher...

Although these creations of wizards are also powerful, they can hunt dragons with swords.

But they can neither destroy the city with a wave of a staff like a wizard, because they are few in number. Although they are respected as an alien, they cannot participate in the politics of their country, unlike the nobles who have the power of life and death for thousands of people.

In the name of miracle...are they worthy?

"Lydia, you mistook the reflection cast on the lake for the stars in the night sky."

Vilgefortz glanced sideways at Lydia and chuckled:

"The reason why a miracle child is a miracle child is not because his identity can achieve miracles."

"But no matter who he is... a human, an elf or a dwarf... a warlock, a noble... he can even be a farmer or a fisherman. No matter how low or low his status is, he can create miracles."

"Miracle is something that is impossible to accomplish."

Lydia did not refute. Seeing that Wigefortz's crazy mood had cooled down, she asked curiously:

"Is that witcher really that powerful?"

The pressure brought by Master Demon Hunter Vesemir was too great. From the beginning to the end of the whole battle, she only glanced at their battlefield twice when Vesemir was distracted.

All I know is that the demon hunter evaded Alzu's thunderbolt technique and forced Vilgefortz to use the out-of-control talent of the magic source.

"Awesome?" Vilgefortz shook his head, "More than that, awesome!"

In a daze, those blue cat eyes appeared in front of him again, making him shiver unconsciously.

What kind of eyes are those...

It was as high and sudden as the gaze of death.

Unlike soldiers who have been on the battlefield for a long time, people are naturally frightened by their murderous aura.

There was no murderous intent in those eyes.

But everyone who looked at him felt like his throat was being pinched instantly and his breathing was difficult, as if he was an animal waiting to be slaughtered. The legendary Death Scythe would take away their lives at any time.

And Vilgefortz knew this was no illusion.

The talent of the magic source allowed him to see his own ending in just one glance.

"Blue Death, Blue Death..."

He subconsciously touched his slender neck, where there was still some coolness.

If you feel it carefully, it's a little sticky.

It's just that the sweat has been dried by the wind.

One day, this ability will be mine!

Vilgefortz clenched his fists and thought to himself.

"Boom~"

There was another explosion outside the window, interrupting Wigefortz's reverie.

"Lydia!"

"I am here!"

"Help me collect all the information about Aylin...well...keep it secret and don't let others know."

"Don't let others know? Then here is Ban Ade, Senina..."

"Don't say anything!" Vilgefortz interrupted decisively, "As soon as we received the warning from the college, we came back in a hurry."

"But if Sonny asks..."

"They won't ask." Vilgefortz walked to the window, "Who has the heart to care about two 'irrelevant' demon hunters at this time?"

Lidya also followed his line of sight and looked around.

The entire college is in a state of devastation.

At least a quarter of the buildings collapsed into ruins, either burning with fire, or covered with ice clusters, pierced by stone pillars and smashed...

certainly.

The thick smoke burning in the distant city of Ban Ad was even worse, and black mist almost enveloped the entire city.

Even in the mage tower, you can hear the cries and screams of humans.

really.

The basic class of wizards, Ade Academy, is already in this state, and I don’t know how many people have died.

Coupled with the war with Aedirn, even if Sunny and the others survive today, they will no longer have the energy to pay attention to the demon hunters in a short time.

"Let's go." Vilgefortz patted Lydia's shoulder.

She was stunned for a moment: "Where to go?"

"We came back after receiving a warning from the academy, and of course we were going to help Ban Ade... Then again, I don't know what kind of enemy could turn this wizard's holy place into what it is now..." Wei Govortz walked toward the door.

"It seems like Wild Hunt..." Lydia followed closely, "I just heard people shouting and cursing this name..."

"Wild Hunt?" Vilgefortz paused, an unpredictable gray light flowing in his eyes, "The prophesied child of miracles and the legendary monster that resembles a disaster..."

"This is really fun!"

——

The next day.

An unknown path along the river.

"You mean... uh... this rope can make the great gryphon surrender?"

Vesemir's face was full of doubts: "But...then after conquering the Great Griffin, we will fly to Elland on the Great Griffin and find High Priest Ianna to break the curse?"

No one has ever subdued a large griffin, and no one can even approach an ordinary gryphon safely...

wrong!

There are indeed people who can tame the beasts flying in the sky - among the knight novels, they are still the most deviant and daring to think.

Actually.

Humans can only use monsters, and it seems that no one has subdued monsters like Aylin said.

At least he didn't know.

"That's right."

Aylin nodded seriously and put away the One-Eyed Clan's giant beast catching rope in his hand.

In fact, he was a little worried. After all, he had never used it before. He had only seen people from the One-Eye clan capturing giant beasts in cutscenes.

But can the props from another world capture the great gryphon from the Witcher world? Will it be acclimatized?

Aylin is really not sure about this, and can only trust the notes and introductions given in the Demon Hunter's Notes.

Actually.

If Vesemir hadn't insisted on asking out of a sense of responsibility, and the matter of breaking the curse on the young demon hunter was indeed very important, he wouldn't have even planned to tell him.

"We have already found out the way across the river in the morning. It won't take too long to get a big griffon." Seeing that Vesemir was doubtful, Aylin added, "Three days, if you can't do it in three days, Capture the Great Griffin and we will set off for Elland."

"This way, even if we don't catch the big gryphon, we can walk to Meriteli's temple to break the curse in a week."

In fact, based on the effect of the shape-sealing spell in the original work, the weak sorceress Yennefer can turn into a jade statue and last for forty-five days.

Younger demon hunters with stronger physiques and recovery abilities should be able to persist longer.

However, life is not a joke. After thinking about it, Aylin decided to set a limit. After all, he has not yet found a suitable location for hunting the Great Griffin. Who knows how long it will take to do this.

But then again, if you can catch the Great Griffin, you can fly to Elland in a day at most.

Consider also the effect of the war between Aedirn and Kaedwen on the School of Wolves.

The risk is worth taking.

But speaking of war...

I wonder how the fight between Wild Hunt and Ben Ade went last night?

"A week is enough," Vesemir nodded, and then cursed with hatred, "These brats should also learn a lesson. They are allowed to train Quen in the afternoon, but there are still people who dare to sleep..."

"I have repeated it a thousand times. After leaving Kaer Morhen, you must be careful. No matter how careful you are, you don't meditate when you rest!"

The more he thought about Vesemir, the angrier he became, and he glared.

Ailin couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

After returning to the hotel last night, the more Vesemir looked at the seven jade statues with different expressions, and the two or three young demon hunters who were dozing, bleary-eyed, and laughing, the angrier they became.

He pointed at the three men and lectured them for a long time. He didn't stop until Aylin reminded him that the recipients under the Transformation Sealing Curse were unaware.

Otherwise, Vesemir might be able to scold him all night long.

This made Aylin, who should have been more angry as the leader of the demon-hunting legion and spent precious battle points, become less angry.

"I think after this time, Clay, Ajax and Spencer will definitely learn this painful lesson!"

"They'd better be like this!" Vesemir waved his hand angrily.

The weather is sunny, and the river in summer floods flows with sparkling waves.

Not far after riding, the two demon hunters came to a wooden bridge.

This wooden bridge is located on the upper reaches of an unnamed tributary of the Alba River. It is not far from the bifurcation point where the river saw yesterday, and is only about 700 meters away.

After crossing the wooden bridge, another bifurcated branch is formed by many thin and shallow streams, which can be crossed by horseback.

This is not a secret.

The first village the two witchers found in the morning was known to someone.

But they were not locals. Seeing a tributary and another choice, how could they dare to insist on going?

"Hu~"

The wind in the forest suddenly became stronger.

Vesemir seemed to sense something, pulled the reins and looked up.

Alin also looked in the direction of his sight.

A black dot came from the northeast, and suddenly passed through the group of birch forests and flew to the southwest.

"Buzz~"

The witcher's badge symbolically shook twice.

"It's too early."

Vesemir squeezed his legs against the horse's belly and let the black horse continue to move forward.

Alin patted Luobo's tall and slender neck indifferently, asking her to be careful to avoid the potholes on the ground that could easily hurt the horse's hooves:

"Just go in the right direction."

The direction was certainly right.

After the two witchers crossed several shallow streams, they did not encounter any more problems, and soon saw the opposite side of the griffin they lost yesterday.

At the same time

"Quack, quack~"

The annoying water ghosts that can be seen everywhere also came up.

Of course, this is not a problem for the two demon hunter masters.

Neither of them had to dismount. The Igni Sign and the silver sword were used in turn. It didn't take long for the water ghosts to be dealt with and they arrived at the place.

He turned over and dismounted, tied the reins shallowly to the tree, so that he could jump on the horse and chase the big griffin at any time after it arrived.

Then Ailin was responsible for clearing a small piece of dry and flat ground by the river.

After Vesemir took out the atlas and marked the wooden bridge and the shallow stream just now, the two of them touched their knees to the ground at the same time and meditated with their knees.

Many people may be curious. Since they already know the direction where the big griffin came from, why don't they just chase it now, but meditate and wait?

But friends who travel frequently will know that it is easy to get lost when walking in an old forest.

The umbrella cover that blocks the sky, the undulating terrain, and the battles that happen from time to time make it impossible for people to use the towering mountains in the distance as a reference point, and it is almost inevitable to deviate from the direction.

In the matter of hunting the great griffin, wasting time is the real way to save time.

"Three hours." Vesemir estimated and then closed his eyes.

Aylin also closed his eyes, but did not meditate immediately.

"Thump~"

"Thump~"

The heart slowed down its beating speed with a unique rhythm.

In an instant.

Golden light spots appeared in the blood.

The heartbeat slowed down, naturally not practicing "Beast Roar: Rage", but "Beast Roar: Words of the Wild".

Just now on the road, because Vesemir's perception was always one step faster than him to notice something strange after it was improved, "Beast Roar: Rage" reached a bottleneck again. It was difficult to improve much in only three hours, so he thought of trying "Beast Roar: Words of the Wild" that he had only tried when he obtained it.

After his heartbeat slowed down, Aylin unconsciously relaxed his whole body.

"Why do I feel much smoother this time?" He was a little surprised.

When the brown earth magic merged into the golden energy and surged to the root of the tongue...

He actually fell asleep like this.

Until...

"Cry——"

The monster cried in the sky.