Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

"Da Da Da~"

The rapid sound of horse hooves stopped, and the bumpy river bank was illuminated by several incandescent balls of light as if it were daytime.

"It's here."

This is a statement rather than a question.

Because under the white light, the bloodstains and traces of the spell are very obvious.

"Yes," Miguel pulled the reins and let the horse step forward a few steps, "Is it okay, Vigo Fortz?"

"I don't know what kind of shielding spell those monsters cast, and the fire divination and water divination on the bloody cloth are both ineffective."

"I'll try." Vigo Fortz didn't say too much.

One of the balls of light that illuminated the river bank fell from the sky and stayed for a few seconds above the traces of magic damage on the ground.

He waved lightly, and the sapphire ring on the index finger of his right hand flashed a blue glow.

The ball of light floating in the air instantly spread like mist, covering the battlefield on the river bank.

In an instant.

The light mist turned into two humanoid monsters wearing hideous skeleton armor, chasing and attacking a wizard.

Seeing the familiar image, most of the twelve wizards on horseback leaned back subconsciously and tightened the reins.

"Hu~"

In the whistling sound of the night wind

The white mist turned into pale flames and rushed over, frightening them so much that they quickly covered themselves with magic barriers of various colors.

"It's just an illusion."

Viggo Fortz noticed the commotion behind him and tapped the saddle with his index finger.

The glow on the sapphire ring dimmed.

The illusion formed by the white mist turned into a ball of light again, flying a short distance upstream of the Lexila River before stopping.

"Hu~"

Many people breathed a sigh of relief.

"Exquisite spell." Miguel looked at the ball of light leading the way in front and exclaimed.

Only experienced wizards like them could see how beautiful and difficult this complex ancient spell was.

"As expected of the magic source, if you weren't here, we would have wasted the clues that Lien brought back at the risk of his life."

Vigofortz shook his head lightly and said nothing.

Miguel noticed that he was looking behind him, so he turned his head.

Under the colorful light of the magic barrier, the wizards were expressionless.

There was no dodge or embarrassment of being discovered, only dead silence.

They were all the backbone of the academy and the faction, but because of an illusion...

Ah~

Miguel sighed in his heart, and with difficulty pulled out a smile from the corner of his mouth, comforting:

"Lien was seriously injured and could come back. You just saw it. These are just two of the monsters, and they were seriously injured."

"And we have four high-level wizards, seven mid-level wizards, and a magic source."

The group of people looked at Vigofortz twice, and their morale was slightly higher.

Miguel looked back and glanced at the light ball floating in the low sky: "Can you cast the spell again, Vigfortz?"

"Although we have the advantage in numbers, strength and status, knowing more about the methods of the Wild Hunt will definitely avoid a lot of trouble."

"Of course." Vigfortz tapped his index finger lightly, and the sapphire ring flickered.

The dynamic illusion of white mist appeared again on the bank of the Lexila River.

This time, everyone carefully observed the dynamics of the spell, and two high-level wizards even discussed it.

Vigfortz also stared at these illusions, and from time to time he maintained elegance and etiquette, and responded to a few questions from others.

But his eyes were not focused as he watched the evolution of the white mist.

To be honest, if it was three days ago.

Even if he had not experienced the "tsunami of spells" in person, he would definitely have a great interest in the legendary creatures such as the Wild Hunt, and the legendary creatures that caused devastating blows to the core of the entire wizarding world.

But at this moment, or in recent days...

A pair of ice-blue cat eyes always appear, from day to night, regardless of time and place, in the darkness, in the gap of the void, looking at him coldly.

That kind of thrilling indifference, control, and power are so... so charming.

It makes his heart beat faster, blood surge, and his breathing quicken...

Often when he comes to his senses, a layer of misty sweat appears all over his body, soaking the black robe.

He has found what he has longed for...

"Vigofortz..."

Miguel's voice sounded in his mind, as if echoing underwater.

Vigofortz, whose thoughts were interrupted, frowned unhappily, but adjusted himself in just a moment.

He looked at Miguel and smiled modestly.

"Vigofortz, thanks to you today, otherwise nothing would have been accomplished."

"After all, I am also a member of Ban Ade," Vigofortz said frankly in his mind, "and Mr. Sonny has promised me enough benefits, even if I failed to complete the task."

"It's just a special situation. The call of the academy is definitely more important. It's not your fault that you didn't catch those demon hunters... uh..." Miguel paused, glanced at the morale around him, who was somewhat negative despite repeated encouragement, and said helplessly, "After catching up with those wild hunters, I should still trouble you to help."

"Of course, I am also a member of the academy." Vigofortz smiled kindly.

He thought the conversation was over, and just as he was about to see how far "Ilar's Star" had been deduced, he suddenly noticed that Miguel seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"What's the matter, Your Excellency Miguel? If you need anything else, just say it, we are all our own people." Wigfortz said telepathically.

"It's not really a request... uh... I'm just curious if you've been studying staff skills recently... I don't mean anything else. When I saw you today, I accidentally saw you training under the wizard tower..."

When Vilgefortz heard this, his smile suddenly froze, and his right hand uncomfortably smoothed the non-existent wrinkles on his chest.

When he touched the buttons made of ordinary gems, his smile became even stiffer.

"It's not...it's not research, it's just...just some hobbies."

"I see, it's a hobby." Miguel didn't notice anything strange about Wigefortz, and a smile appeared on his face:

"I just happen to have a few etchings of stick skills handed down from the Elf Empire. I'll give them to you when I get back from the mission."

"Then...thank you very much."

"It's just a few books," Miguel waved his hand and suddenly remembered that Wilgefortz was a druid and had never experienced orthodox wizard education, so he warned, "Hobby is hobby, we wizards will still have to do it after all. Relying on mental power and magic.”

"The stick technique may have been prominent in the elven era, and the academy also teaches apprentices some basic techniques."

"But on the one hand, it is to train the reaction speed of the apprentices, and on the other hand, it is because most apprentices are too talented, can learn too few powerful spells, and their spell casting strength and other aspects of quality are too weak, so they need to supplement with stick skills. To prevent being threatened by some mercenaries and thieves."

"If your talent reaches a certain level, the right way to become a wizard is to abandon all superfluous abilities and focus on your own magic strengths."

"There are many other ways to avoid being attacked by melee professions. Stick technique is the longest and most useless one."

"I'm sorry, I'm a little verbose. I'm used to teaching disciples." Miguel apologized, "But you are still very young...Wige Fortz...you are still the source of magic...how embarrassing this is." Talents that are enviable...don't waste them..."

Wigefortz was not impatient, but smiled lightly:

"Thank you, Mr. Miguel, but stick skills... stick skills are really just a hobby of mine."

Miguel nodded slightly and said no more.

The telepathy of the two wizards did not affect the progress of the mist illusion.

Soon, the white mist representing the wizard Lien escaped from the boundary, and the two wild hunters walked towards the upper reaches of the Lexila River.

After Lean escaped, Wild Hunt immediately staggered, not very fast.

This caused the wizards to whisper and boost their morale.

The three of them all walked out of the illusion, and the white light mist suddenly dissipated, converging into an incandescent ball of light.

Vilgefortz was startled and looked down.

A sudden white light illuminated the ground, reflecting undulating shadows.

Miguel did not notice it, but took this opportunity to shout loudly:

"Did you see that?"

"The Wild Hunt that destroyed Ben A'ad, the Wild Hunt that destroyed our home and knocked Ben A'ad's reputation into dust, were hit hard by Dean Hen Gedimidis."

"They are not the legendary invincible disaster, nor are they the messengers of false gods. They are just some special and shameful monsters..."

"We can definitely defeat them, capture them, dissect them, study them..."

"Think about it, how many powerful spells, how many improvements in alchemy, how much honor and research funds can such a unique monster bring us?"

As a standard Ben-Ad wizard, Miguel knows best what these wizards want.

After catching the illusion of the Wild Hunt leaving in embarrassment and destroying the unknown fear they brought the day before yesterday, the wizards' emotions were suddenly aroused.

No, it's more than that.

Perhaps because the past few days have been too depressing, the mood has rebounded to the point of being frenzied.

"I want a complete Wild Hunt carcass!"

"There is hope of entering the Warlock High Council..."

"Let's grab it based on our ability..."

"Who wants to jointly establish a project?"

"This is a great opportunity for our radical faction to rise. It is worthy of Mr. Senni."

Miguel nodded with satisfaction and shouted loudly: "Let us chase them and get back what they stole!"

"Get it back!"

"Get it back!"

"Get it back!"

The wizards clamped their legs together, and the carefully selected horses neighed and immediately galloped away towards the place where the two wild hunting illusions disappeared.

"Thum! Thug! Thumb!"

Amidst the rapid sound of horse hooves, Miguel pulled the reins and was about to follow them.

Suddenly, he found that Wigefortz was looking at the ground thoughtfully and did not follow him.

He followed Wigefortz's gaze and saw that there was only some messy mud and debris.

"What's wrong?" Miguel asked.

"Nothing." Vilgefortz came back to his senses and shook his head.

"Then let's go, we still have to rely on your magic to lead the way!"

Miguel patted him on the shoulder and ran towards the upper reaches of the Lexila River.

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Aylin had to slow down his pace. When he followed the "tracking" blood mark alone, he left the Lexila River and entered a cave. He left the cave again and went deep into the dense forest of an unknown tree species.

The blue sky is obscured by dark jagged leaves.

The witcher's low-light vision has no effect at this moment.

He needs "Cat's Eye" to run quickly in this forest.

But the "Cat's Eye" potion is limited, and the distance between the Wild Hunt and him is unknown.

Each bottle of Cat's Eye can only last for five minutes, and controlling metabolism to prolong the effect can only increase it by one minute at most, and he only has four bottles of "Cat's Eye".

Not enough, far from enough.

As for why not make a temporary torch and light a fire?

This is a stupid question.

Ambushing the Wild Hunt is one difficulty, and being ambushed by the Wild Hunt is another unknown level of difficulty.

What's more, Ben Ade's wizards may catch up at any time.

And using the language of the wild, questioning Mother Nature...

Mother Nature kindly guided her child in the direction, but it was meaningless, because Mother Nature would only reveal the direction, and fate had already pointed out the way forward for him.

What he lacked was the eyes to see through the darkness, and Mother Nature was powerless to do anything about it.

At least for now.

So he could only slow down to avoid being tripped by tree stumps, scratched by sharp branches and leaves, or falling off the cliff.

In fact, he almost fell hard when he rushed into the woods from the Lexila River where the moonlight was faintly visible.

This is the punishment of the forest for those who strayed into the forest.

Although Ailin was a little anxious, he was not too worried as he went deeper into the dense forest.

The two pairs of legs formed by blood marks on the ground not only did not ride their skeleton horses that could step on the void, but also staggered, and their speed was much slower than his.

As for the wizards behind him.

To be honest, he didn't believe that the wizards had a stronger tracking technique than "tracking".

And...

Let those weak wizards trek through the deep mountains and old forests, can they compare with a master demon hunter?

At least...

At the moment when the speed could not be increased any more, he had to comfort himself like this.

Who made him unable to resist the temptation of the things destined by fate and wanted to take out the information about the Wild Hunt and White Frost?

He walked for a long time.

He followed the blood mark and walked in the deepest and thickest darkness. He was moving forward steadily, but he didn't know how far he had walked or how far he had left.

The blood mark had light, but it couldn't illuminate the texture of the ground. It just stretched forward in the darkness.

Sometimes he looked at the blood mark extending into the darkness, numbly moving forward, and even felt that he was walking towards the abyss, with the illusion that fate and the Wild Hunt had joined forces to set a trap for him.

Until a certain moment...

He climbed up the muddy steep slope with a slight smell of plant decay.

The swaying orange light spots flickered in the dark blue dense forest.

No normal human would make a fire in such a remote place.

The demon hunter activated "Night·Color", held his breath, and then continued to move forward.