Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

"...Dh'oine...you could kill her...you dared to kill her..."

The howling mental storm swept through a large area of ​​dense forest, like a physical wind, bending the trees and bending the grass.

The only remaining wild hunter seemed to have fallen into madness.

The telepathy that was proficient in language was mixed with a lot of ancient words, constantly conveying strong anger, fear, regret and sadness.

"Is it possible that only Ain El is allowed to kill, and no resistance is allowed?"

The demon hunter shook his head in contempt and took out white honey from the reagent bag.

"Hu~"

After drinking the potion, a layer of light red sweat appeared all over the demon hunter's body.

The toxicity accumulated by the giant ghoul decoction and the blizzard was reduced to the minimum, as if a heavy burden had been removed.

"Herod~"

The wizards who had just arrived were affected by this, and they had to dismount to fight.

The magic glow of various colors flickered in the misty smoke.

"Why is that monster crazy? Who killed whom?"

"What happened to the battle fluctuations just now, Miguel, did you send other people to explore the way first?"

"I didn't." Miguel frowned.

After he left Sonny, he hurried to the various wizard towers to gather people.

He definitely didn't send anyone to explore the way, but he didn't know whether Sonny had sent anyone else besides Lien.

"But besides Sonny, who else would risk their lives to seek bad luck with the Wild Hunt?" Miguel muttered.

No! There are!

Miguel's eyes suddenly widened.

He suddenly thought that when the Wild Hunt destroyed the "Dangerous Experiment Warning Warehouse" of the Talent and Skill Association, the wizards present were not only from their faction...

"There are other colleagues who want to steal our things, be careful!"

"What!" Everyone exclaimed.

Some people hurriedly waved their staffs to blow away the smoke and dust in front, and some people tapped their index fingers to make the light ball fly away.

The moment they saw the situation in the camp clearly, everyone was stunned.

The skeleton knight in black iron armor had ghostly fire flashing in the dry bones of his eye sockets.

It half-crouched in front of the headless corpse of its companion, and brought a head with a helmet but a muddy face that could not be seen clearly close to the broken part, as if trying to piece it together.

And scarlet blood was still gushing out of the broken part.

"It... they actually bleed?" One of the wizards muttered blankly.

Of course the Wild Hunt would bleed, that's nonsense.

Not only that day, many Wild Hunts shed blood and sprinkled it on the land of Ban Ade.

It was precisely because of the bloody cloth and the ancient stone tablet spell of the magic source that they were able to chase here so quickly.

But no one corrected him at this moment, not even Vigfortz.

Everyone knew what he meant.

The Wild Hunt... would actually die...

Heng Gedimidis, the most powerful ancient magic source in the northern continent and even the whole world, did not leave a corpse, any one.

In the past few days, they even suspected that these wild hunts were actually projections of some demons cast into the world. When they were damaged to a certain extent, they would disappear directly.

It is recorded in the epic that in the history when humans just mastered the art of magic, there were always wizards who would take risks for power.

In the forbidden list of the Brotherhood of Priests and Warlocks, countless spells similar to summoning magic have proved this.

But now, they actually saw a headless corpse of a wild hunt with blood.

Wait!

Aren’t wild hunts skeletons?

Where did all the blood come from?

"Miguel," someone swallowed, "Are you sure this was done by our colleagues?"

Miguel was not sure, so he did not speak.

But besides the wizards, who else knew that the wild hunts were here?

Who had the ability to behead them?

The wild hunts stubbornly spliced ​​the corpses together, and the wizard's mind was confused.

For a moment, the small battlefield fell into a strange calm.

A calm that the demon hunter could not understand.

"What's going on? Why haven't they started fighting yet?" Ailin was puzzled.

The enraged Wild Hunt and the wizard whose home was destroyed, shouldn't they just fight like a fire?

He was a little anxious, fearing that the Wild Hunt would talk to the wizards and expose himself.

That would be really dangerous.

Fortunately.

What he was worried about did not happen.

After the Wild Hunt failed several times, he grabbed a ruby ​​staff and put another amber staff on the ground into the palm of the female Wild Hunt...

This move awakened the wizards.

"Attack now, do we wizards also have to talk about chivalry and let him bury his companions before fighting?" A wizard shouted.

The wizards were horrified and waved their staffs in their hands and began to chant spells.

But the Wild Hunt was faster.

After being startled by the spell and the fluctuation of magic power, he whispered a word to the corpse, and then got up calmly.

The silver-gray staff, about 1.3 meters long, drew a circle in the sky.

When it drew half of the circle, the gem on the top lit up red, and a fireball the size of a human head, red to white, appeared almost out of thin air.

"...Dh'oine...you all need to be buried with her..."

The Wild Hunter said coldly.

The fireball burned the air and flew towards the most crowded place.

"Defense!" Miguel shouted.

The twelve wizards quickly formed a formation with seven in front and five in the back.

Actually, it was not a formation.

The five wizards, including Vilgefortz and the wizard who gave the order, continued to chant spells motionless.

Seven wizards with older faces took a step forward, waving their staffs, burning magic materials, and using props...

As soon as the fireball flew out, a blue barrier engraved with complex symbols and spells quickly appeared and closed, blurring the appearance of the wizards.

"boom!"

The fire magic barrier exploded with dazzling white light, and the extreme high temperature caused the surrounding birch trees to quickly dry out, turn yellow, and then burn.

The blue light film, symbols and spells flickered and shook, but at least they were blocked.

This made the rather thrilling wizards inside the barrier sigh in relief.

Almost twenty meters away, Aylin hid behind a stone and even heard a few cheers.

The wizards came prepared and blocked easily...huh?

The witcher suddenly broke off a corner of the stone he was holding on to.

Because the previous fireball had just exploded, another... no... two fireballs flew out of the thick smoke...

wrong!

One after another, simple incandescent fireballs flew out of the camp like bullets and quickly hit the wizards.

"Boom!!"

"Boom!!"

…

The huge blue barrier was swaying, sand and rocks were flying, grass was destroyed and trees were broken, and the air was heated so much that it almost exploded out of thin air.

The huge rock twenty meters away from the main battlefield was distorted by the strong shock wave and high temperature, and a blurry and stunned face appeared.

The frightened witcher quickly hid behind the stone and looked around, looking for a suitable hiding place.

As for inside the barrier...

A wizard who finished chanting the spell couldn't find the target at all amid the dazzling white light and violent magic shock. He could only release the lightning he finally chanted in the direction of the fireball.

But after the lightning struck out of the barrier, it was directly smashed by the oncoming fireball like a hammer hitting glass.

Powerful spells carefully prepared are vulnerable to attack.

The wizard was so angry that he yelled in horror: "Miguel! This is the serious injury you said!!!"

He was not the only one who suffered the same fate.

Among the five spells released, only one, the meteorite spell, fell from the sky, slowing down the release speed of the fireball.

"How did Lean survive?" A wizard was confused. "With his crude spells, could he escape from such an attack? Or were there two wild hunters?"

Vilgefortz's spell didn't work either.

Of course, this may also be because Mo Yuan is absent-minded at the moment...

From time to time, his eyes vaguely searched among the burning woods and shrubs.

Miguel didn't notice this, and he didn't even have time to answer the other wizards' questions.

Because of the continuous fireballs, he had long canceled the spell he chanted.

The brown obsidian staff shot out a white line that connected directly to the blue barrier, sharing the pressure of the wizard in the front row whose eyes and ears began to bleed.

But even so, the seemingly indestructible magical defense was now like bubbles blown by soapy water, bursting with a single poke.

To be honest, even if he had the energy to answer, he didn't know what to say.

"Is it possible that Lean is a bait released by the Wild Hunt? Just to attract greedy humans like them?"

"But why was the Wild Hunt on the ground decapitated? Is it also a bait?"

"Is it necessary?"

…

The dizziness caused by the rapid extraction of mental energy and the confusing behavior of wild hunting made his always proud and sharp brain feel like a ball of slugs.

The shouts, pleas for help, warnings and curses all around seemed to be separated by a layer.

until……

He heard a strange noise.

"Click~"

The whole world fell silent in an instant.

All the wizards were stunned for a moment and looked up at the same time.

"Click~"

Another sound.

Cracks appeared in the blue light film, extending from the top to the ground.

"run!!!"

Miguel yelled in horror.

At this same time.

"Crack!"

The magic barrier instantly shattered in mid-air, and two consecutive fireballs directly hit the two old wizards in the middle of the front group.

The two wizards had no time to say anything, as their personal magic defenses were instantly vaporized without even flickering.

"Rumble--"

The fireball that hit the target exploded directly. The other five wizards in the front row only had time to resist for half a second before the violent shock wave blew them away.

Flying in mid-air, like a rag doll, falling apart.

Then the flesh and blood were burned into black charcoal, and flew away with the scorching wind, without a trace.

After the wizards' barrier was broken, the fireball bombardment of the Wild Hunt did not end.

"Rumble--"

One after another, without any change in direction, they bombarded the same place stubbornly.

There are no intact plants left around the campground.

The fire ignited the forest with a radius of tens of meters, and continued to spread outward as the core temperature increased.

The momentum of a prairie fire has become unstoppable.

This forced the demon hunter to continue moving outward as soon as he found a suitable hiding place, and finally stopped at a depression near the stream, nearly a hundred meters away from the camp.

Even after running so far.

The incandescent fire still kicked him out of invisibility.

"Fortunately, I kicked away their staff as soon as I sneaked into the camp."

Looking at the apocalyptic scene not far away, the demon hunter patted his chest with lingering fear.

"Night Color" failed, and he could only use mirage beads to disguise himself.

Illusions are extremely difficult to maintain in a scene with dynamic and strong light like burning trees. There are many flaws and weak spell fluctuations.

But in this case, he had no choice. Although the battlefield was dangerous, he couldn't always watch the battle from a hundred meters away.

Fortunately, the wizards' attention was on the Wild Hunt. The weak spell fluctuations were also inconspicuous in such a place where the elements were manic.

As long as they were hidden well, no wizard would have noticed...

"Bang!"

A large mass of heavy objects fell from the sky and fell in front of him, interrupting him.

A startled Aylin looked over.

The upper half of the black mass of heavy objects that looked like charcoal suddenly opened a pair of eyes.

A wizard!!!

Aylin, who had not had time to use the Mirage Pearl to become invisible, had a sudden cardiac arrest.

The brown pupils of the charcoal also came back to their senses from the trance of the explosion, focusing on the demon hunter who suddenly appeared in front of him, staring wide-eyed in horror, and instinctively opened his mouth to shout.

One second.

The magic power surged, and the index finger of his right hand was bent, and the palm blocked the mouth of the charred charcoal.

Igni seal!

"Hmm..."

"Charcoal" only had time to make a slight sound.

The hot flames hurt him again, burning his throat, leaving him no time to resist, and then flowed up and down along the bones that were well protected by the element.

In an instant.

The flames spurted out from the nearest nostrils, ears and eyes, splashing on the wolf school master's suit.

The bright red breastplate reappeared the red texture of burning charcoal.

The unknown wizard - should be a senior wizard - was completely dead.

"Huh~"

The demon hunter withdrew his hand, looked around vigilantly, and made sure that this was just an accident, not being targeted, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he quickly used the mirage beads to disguise himself.

After thinking about it, he did not touch the remains of the wizard, which could no longer be distinguished as flesh or clothes, and quietly pushed the body into the stream, letting him float downstream.

Watching the wizard's body sinking and floating towards the darkness, the witcher couldn't help but laugh at himself:

"What good luck!"

"Such a big place, but it just happened to fall in front of me."

Record +1.

"I wonder how many wizards are left?" The witcher thought, "With such a big momentum, if all the wizards die, how can I deal with the Wild Hunt alone..."

"Wait..."

An idea suddenly flashed in his mind.

All the wizards died...

"Isn't Vigfortz also among this group of wizards?"

"Will he be seriously injured like the wizard just now?"

To be honest, the witcher was a little tempted.

He was not a hesitant person. Even if the probability of Vigfortz getting into trouble was not high, he would act if he was tempted.

To be honest, there was no grudge between him and Vigfortz.

After the apprentices finally recovered, not only did they not suffer any permanent damage, but he also got a set of valuable curse-breaking equipment and an instant trigger gem that was worth a life for free.

But Vigfortz was not a person who was suitable to be friends as he said.

In fact, he had no friends.

For strength and power, he betrayed everyone he knew in the future.

Even Lydia, who loved him wholeheartedly, devoted everything to him, and was accidentally killed by the witches to protect him, might just be a tool for him.

Therefore.

His show of goodwill must have a purpose.

He wanted to get something from the witcher, something very important to him.

If there was a chance to kill him, even if there would be some risks, it would be worth it.

"Boom boom--"

The explosion in the direction of the camp suddenly stopped, interrupting the witcher's thoughts.

The red moon was like a hook, high above.

The burning forest reflected in the azure cat's eyes walked towards him.