Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

"唳~"

Before the two demon hunters had taken a few steps, the great griffin suddenly lowered its body and whispered vigilantly.

Aelin glanced at Vesemir and had a guess in his mind.

"Are you still leaving?" Vesemir scratched his head as he looked at the big gryphon's unkind attitude.

"Walk."

Aylin conveyed some emotional comfort in his mind and walked towards the depths of the cave, into the darkness where the sun could not reach.

Vesemir glanced back when he saw this.

The large griffon rubbed its paws against the ground, its wings flapping slightly uneasily, but it did not dare to make a sound.

After meeting the gaze of the master demon hunter, it raised its eagle beak, spread its wings and expanded its body, making a silent threat.

"Good girl, Vesemir is one of our own, don't do this!"

Aylin's voice came from beside him.

The large gryphon immediately whimpered and folded its wings.

"Tsk, tsk..." Vesemir couldn't help but smacked his lips.

In the past, a top-notch large monster that was too close to dodge was so close and as well-behaved as a domesticated creature. This was a great shock to the master demon hunter.

It was as if the distant, arrogant and cold-blooded duke's widow who inherited a huge fortune looked down upon herself, but loved the poor boy next door with all her heart and was willing to sacrifice everything.

"What kind of metaphor is this..." Vesemir shook his head mockingly.

"Vesemir?"

"Coming."

Vesemir abandoned the strange thoughts in his mind and chased after him in two or three steps.

The "Duke's Widow" was left alone, flapping her wings and scratching the ground uneasily.

"Da da da~"

The two demon hunters quickly walked to the depths of the cave, where the great griffin lay sleeping at first.

Eight half-human-sized giant eggs with a brownish-brown body were nestled on a hill made of piled corpses, blending in with the surrounding environment.

"really!"

Why can a female great griffon change her nesting habits?

This is certainly not difficult to guess.

But after actually seeing these eggs, Aylin's heart started beating faster.

"This is really a big surprise!" He couldn't help but exclaimed.

Eight great griffon eggs may mean eight great griffin knights... no... it should be great griffon witchers...

In his mind, he could already imagine the passionate scene of him leading eight demon hunters armed with lances, soaring into the sky and crushing the enemy.

"This is indeed a big surprise."

Vesemir smiled heartily. Seeing Aylin's happy expression, he knew what he was thinking.

Not because of mind reading, but because he had the same reverie in his mind.

Who wouldn’t want to fly across the sky on the back of a giant gryphon?

"But it's not easy."

Vesemir's fiery gaze focused on the huge monster egg:

"It's true that some brave people have stolen the eggs of giant griffins or other monsters in the past, but so far there has never been a tamed giant griffon...well...except for you, no one."

"Yes, it may be difficult," Aelin nodded in agreement, "But I have their mother to help, right?"

"That's true." Vesemir looked back at the great griffin, which was sharpening its claws and anxious, and was filled with emotion. "I can't tell, I can really see a group of demon hunters riding great griffins in Kaer Morhen. , flying in the sky."

"You must be one of them!" Aylin turned around and promised seriously, "It's best to be the first one."

"That must be mine." Vesemir laughed without hesitation.

"唳~"

Not far away, the nervous cry of the Great Griffin came again.

"Where to go next?" Vesemir glanced at the eggs again with lingering eyes.

Aylin squinted his eyes and glanced outside the cave. It was about two or three o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was bright and somewhat dazzling.

"Go back to the hotel, pick up your things, and set off for Elland."

"Maybe we can reach Meriteli Temple before the sun sets..."

Vesemir nodded, glanced at the great gryphon, hesitated for a moment, and asked:

"Should I sit on that and go back too?"

"Of course!" Aylin smiled heartily and walked towards the big gryphon.

——

Wengerburg.

"Bang!"

A pair of fists wearing expensive leather gloves slammed on the table, and the newly filled rose-red wine in the tin and silver wine glass splashed out.

"Hide and hide!" the owner of the gloves roared angrily. "The owner of Aedirn has to run around and hide in his house every day because of a flying flat-haired beast!"

"Without those damn rip-off dogs who can only do tricks, wouldn't there be a single warrior in my huge country who can destroy those beasts?"

"Ah!" shouted the owner of the glove.

The shock caused the majestic half-length portrait behind him, wearing a crown and holding a sword with both hands, to become crooked, making it look particularly funny in this solemn place.

"Answer me! My King's Hand!"

The gray-haired old man, who was stared at by the owner of the gloves, sighed and said nothing.

"Minister of War!"

The half-bald middle-aged man was also silent.

"His Majesty!"

At this time, a knight walked in from outside the meeting hall and rescued them.

"Say!" Demavi II, the king of Aedirn wearing gloves, waved his hand with an ugly expression.

The knight knelt down on one knee and reported:

"No citizens were kidnapped today, and the food and grass prepared for the front line will be fine..."

"Huh~"

Everyone in the meeting hall, old and young, and even the guards and maids, all breathed a sigh of relief in unison.

"but……"

"But what?! Mother-in-law, mother-in-law...speak quickly!" The knight only hesitated for a second, and then Demavi II rushed over with irritable urging.

The knight was so frightened that he quickly reported:

"But the Vivaldi Bank in the upper city was destroyed by the Great Griffin, and those dwarves are now asking for explanation at the gate of the palace..."

"I want an explanation!" Demavi II suddenly stood up and slammed his right fist on the table, interrupting the knight.

The silver wine glass tipped over immediately, and the burgundy wine splashed onto his respectable and expensive black velvet jacket, making him even more furious.

"Deng Deng Deng~"

Demavi II jumped down from his gorgeous high back, rushed to the knight in a few steps, pointed at his nose and shouted:

"Those damn dwarves, what kind of explanation do they want from me, the king of this country... Ah! What explanation do they want? You tell me!"

The knight leaned back instinctively and swallowed:

"He...they want compensation..."

Demavi II was silent and just stared at the knight fiercely, as if he saw the blood-sucking dwarf bankers who were standing in front of his palace to denounce through the knight's eyes.

"What if I don't pay?" His tone was unexpectedly cold, but it made the knight even more frightened.

The knight said with a trembling voice:

"If...if there is no compensation, he...they will withdraw Vivaldi Bank from Aden."

Before he finished speaking, the half-bald man whom Demavi II called the Minister of Military Affairs slapped the table and stood up, shouting with a distorted expression: "They dare!"

"Of course they dare." The irritable Demavi II seemed to have calmed down his anger and calmed down.

Because Vivaldi Bank is not just a simple bank.

All countries in the northern continent communicate with Mahakam through this bank. In other words, they communicate with the largest arms dealer in the northern continent.

The king deposited money in the bank for transfer, and the bank assessed the country's strength and provided a guarantee to place an order for Mahakam.

Demavi II knew very well that Kaedwen's strength was not weak... no... it could even be said to be very strong. If it hadn't been for the sudden death of the Big Maw King, Aedirn would have been quietly accumulating strength.

Therefore, this war will be a protracted war, and every factor is very important, not to mention the most important weapons and equipment.

The most important batch of arms for the war has not yet been delivered, and a large number of swords, crossbows, bows and arrows are still being forged.

"Tell those vampires," Demavi II took a deep breath to suppress his anger, "even if my palace is completely destroyed by those damn flying beasts, I will find a way to rebuild their damn Aedirn-sucking palace first. A gorgeous coffin forged with blood..."

"Are you really saying that to those dwarves?" The knight was stunned for a moment, "Vampires and coffins..."

"Of course not!" The gray-haired old man who was called the Hand of the King by Demavi II, before the king was so angry that he punched the armor and injured himself before the king was so naive that he didn't know which family to choose Hina from. He quickly said:

"Just say that the King and the Queen's Council will find ways to repair the Vivaldi Bank as soon as possible."

"Yes!" The knight also knew that he had said the wrong thing, and after saluting the king and other ministers in the chamber, he left quickly.

"Don't be angry, His Majesty the King." Seeing that Demavi II's face turned purple with anger, the Hand of the King comforted him, "Trick of the Knights has gone to the battlefield with his veterans, and the newcomers will inevitably not understand the rules. ”

"Yes, yes." Several other ministers echoed.

"Your health is important, and you have to lead us to defeat those hypocritical, cruel, despicable nobles and wizards in Kaedwen."

Demavi II took a deep breath, waved his hands, and sat back in the high-backed chair.

The waiter next to him had wiped the wet table and poured another glass of wine.

"Gulu~"

He drank the wine in a rough gulp and looked at an ordinary-looking middle-aged man on the table:

"What was the vision in the north last night? Have you found out?"

"It still takes some time." The middle-aged man shook his head.

Demavi II did not bother and imprisoned the wizard in the dungeon. There would definitely be some lag in intelligence, but compared to his own intelligence being leaked, this was not a big deal.

The waiter poured the wine. He raised the glass and was about to take another sip when he suddenly thought of something, put down the glass and asked:

"Horton Qui-Gon...Is there nothing to gain from Vergen?"

The middle-aged man's expression changed. Although it was only for a moment, he still could not hide it from Demavi II's eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked with a frown.

The middle-aged man hesitated for a while, and then under the increasingly keen eyes of Demavi II, he had to sigh:

"There was news a few days ago that Lord Holden stopped the guards who were inspecting the wizards, and did not let them use the inspection tools to inspect, so he let a caravan enter the city..."

Demavi II raised his eyebrows: "Then what?"

"Our people chased after them, and when they counted their heads, they found that nine people were missing." The middle-aged man said matter-of-factly.

Then he seemed to be worried that the king would think too much. He paused and said something for Holden Qui-Gon:

"Although Mr. Holden has never admitted it, thanks to His Majesty's fancy, Mr. Holden, who has always been loyal to the kingdom, cannot do anything for wizards in any way. Those people should be demon hunters from the Wolf School. That's right. ”

"But... aren't nine too many?" The King's Hand said, "I'm not doubting Lord Horton's loyalty, there's no doubt about that, but the Wolf School's demon hunters usually travel alone, with a maximum of two people - a traveling mentor and a traveling apprentice..."

Demawi II was silent, as if thinking.

The middle-aged man waited for the King's Hand to finish speaking before respectfully saying:

"Lord Mars's reasoning makes sense, but in our subsequent investigation, we found that the night before Lord Horton intercepted and inspected the guards, there was an alarm in the residence, but the patrolling guards were repelled by Lord Horton himself..."

"The lock on the second floor of the residence was damaged, and the traces were very similar to the effect of a seal called Igni used by the Wolf School's demon hunters."

"In addition, although the nine people did not carry double swords like ordinary demon hunters, they all looked like mercenaries, and eight of them looked particularly young, only fifteen years old at most..."

The King's Hand stopped talking because the conclusion was obvious.

After hesitating for a while, the King's Hand said:

"Sir Horton, maybe because our commission was rejected by the demon hunter, he resisted the inspection guards to let him go."

"After all, you know that he has always been a pure dwarf."

"Pure dwarf..." Demawi II knocked on the armrest and cursed in a low voice, "Am I not good enough to him?"

"Of course not..." The King's Hand just spoke to defend the dwarf, and was interrupted by Demawi II.

He looked at the middle-aged man and asked, "Then, nine people disappeared in my country? Or during the wartime alert!"

"Our people have locked their traces," the middle-aged man explained hurriedly, "These nine people should be near Vengerburg, but they haven't been confirmed yet, so there is no reunion..."

"How many days will it take?" Demawi II interrupted.

"Two days! Two days at most!" The middle-aged man said firmly, "If we can't bring them here in two days, I will ask to go to the front line and join those prisoners of war to capture cities and territories for the kingdom."

Demaevi II slammed the table proudly: "Okay, I'll give you two days."

"But you are not allowed to use force. Invite them respectfully. How much benefit can a duke of Elland give to the Wolf School? We can pay twice... no... three times!"

"The Mahakam Mountains are the Temple of Meliteli, the city of Elland, and the dwarf settlement. It's too crowded!"

"Why not come to Aedirn, the eastern suburbs of Vengerburg, and the surrounding areas of Mount Adria. Let them choose the site. I will cover all the expenses of building the castle for them!"

Demaevi II spoke very generously, and several ministers and guards flattered him repeatedly. Only the white-haired old man of the King's Hand looked worried.

Wait until the voices in the meeting hall stopped.

The Hand of the King hesitated for two seconds, and finally spoke:

"Your Majesty, the Wolf School... The Wolf School adheres to neutrality, perhaps... perhaps we should consider a truce with Kaedwen..."

"Woo——"

Before the Hand of the King finished speaking, Demaevi II was about to scold with his eyebrows raised, when a warning horn suddenly sounded outside the palace.

"What's going on?" Demaevi II roared.

"Dangdangdang~"

The knight who had just left to deliver the message to the dwarf banker rushed in and shouted:

"King... King, weird weird... The monster is coming again!!!"

"What!"

The king and ministers in the meeting hall jumped up from their seats in horror at the same time.

"Bang!"

The crooked and majestic half-length portrait of Demaevi II wearing a crown and holding a sword in both hands.

Falling to the ground with a bang.