Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

The guidance of fate did not move.

The demon hunter subconsciously took two steps towards the camp, suddenly stopped, hid in a half-man-high earth slope, and closed his eyes.

Compared with the crazy hunter who was almost crazy because of the death of his companions, and other wizards of varying quality, even if he did not want to deal with Vigoforts.

The magic source closely connected with elements and magic power is also a great threat to the demon hunter who uses illusion to hide.

Especially now that the wizards are blown to pieces by the fireball spell, they may be discovered if they are not careful.

"Vigoforts..."

After running the language of the wild, he called in his heart.

The response of Mother Nature is more aggressive than before.

Almost the moment when the language of the wild is successfully run...

"Hum~"

The demon hunter could not help but groan in pain.

"... Kill them... Kill them... Kill them!!!"

The murderous intent full of wildness and brutality instantly flooded into his brain.

It was as if the fire not only ignited the forest, but also ignited the demon hunter's nerves, making him want to kill all the murderers who destroyed nature.

The demon hunter suddenly opened his eyes, bloodshot, and red as if he had seen the murderer of his father.

The illusion in front of him twisted unsteadily.

"Buzz~"

The demon hunter apprentice's chest shook slightly, and a cool feeling directly flowed into his mind, making his mind clear.

The killing intent in his heart was immediately weakened.

"It's... it's the mirage..."

The demon hunter took a breath and struggled to pull his mind away from the burning muttering.

But even if it had been completely pulled away, there was still a faint killing intent in his mind.

"Is this the way of druids?"

"While relying on the power of nature, they are also deeply influenced by nature because of the strong connection."

"No wonder there are extreme factions among those druids. This influence is even more terrible than the magic of bewitching."

The demon hunter patted his chest with lingering fear, and sent some praise to the link of the mirage in his mind.

If it weren't for the mirage, even if he wouldn't get lost, the risk of exposure would inevitably double.

"Boom!"

At some point, the sound of fighting came from the direction of the camp again.

Amid the familiar sound of fireballs exploding and the crackling sound of fire licking the trees, the angry shouts of the wizards could be heard from time to time.

"What happened?" The demon hunter stood up suddenly, "After those wizards were blown away, they not only didn't run away, but they even dared to counterattack..."

"They don't want to die..."

"Rumble~"

Thunder came from the sky, interrupting the demon hunter.

At some point, the sky above the forest was already covered with layers of dark clouds.

Amidst the gloomy clouds, the cold wind whistled past.

"Buzz~"

The wolf emblem on the breastplate was beating violently.

The demon hunter looked up at the sky following the strong fluctuations that almost distorted the air.

"Crack--"

Lightning streaked across the sky, and thunder roared.

Thick purple lightning bolts fell to the ground like blue dragons.

The birch trees that burned to charcoal shook, and the raging flames were pressed close to the trunks.

The earth was shaking.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The lightning illuminated the entire forest, one thicker than the other.

Even the thinnest of them was several times stronger than the one in the suburbs of Vengerburg in Aedin.

"This is the real Alzu Thunder Spell!" Ailin realized instantly, "That... must be Vigfortz!"

The wizards in the demon hunter world are different from those in Ailin's fictional works in his previous life.

They may learn a lot of magic, but they are truly proficient in and will use only two or three kinds in actual combat.

In fact, most wizards, especially the most advanced ones, are not combatants, but are more like researchers, alchemists, and wise men who give advice.

At least that's the case in the northern continent.

Take Mary for example.

Before encountering the great griffin, the attack spells she knew were all the most basic beginner magic.

The reason why Francesca knows so many spells must be related to the poor situation of the Ain Sheedi clan, which has a small population and has been in war for years.

Unlike demon hunters, wizards don't use many attack spells in daily life, and a few self-defense spells are enough.

After all, top-level attack spells are not so easy to learn, and it's better to master one than to know several.

Therefore.

Since no other wizard used Alzu's Thunder when attacking in the magic barrier just now, the wizard who is attacking now must be Vigfortz.

But why is Alzu's Thunder so strong all of a sudden?

The demon hunter's eyes flashed, and he checked his equipment again, thought about the route, and leaned over and sneaked towards the camp quietly.

Crossing the gentle slope beside the stream, what caught my eye was the billowing smoke with flickering fire.

However, thanks to Vigfortz's Alzu Thunder, the gathered clouds did not disappear after the spell ended, but naturally began to rain with the howling wind.

Of course.

It is also possible that the weather magic cast by other wizards changed the weather. After all, the crazy wild hunt specializes in fire, and the humid environment and air will always reduce the power of fire magic to a certain extent.

It's just that the violent element fluctuations and the billowing smoke make it difficult for the demon hunter to distinguish.

"...Dh'oine...Damn...Tuvean y gloir...Sera...Dh'oine...You all deserve to die..."

We walked not far in the thick smoke that obscured our sight.

The manic mental fluctuations emanating from the Wild Hunt appeared in his mind again. He was relieved that the crazy mental state was still the same as before, and at the same time, he also aroused strong curiosity again.

"Although he is still so crazy, he looks so full of energy. It doesn't seem like something is wrong." The demon hunter touched the short steel brush-like beard on his chin. "How dare these wizards dare to be so impulsive and direct?" Up?"

At first, he could still be so curious and random, but as the roar of various spells on the battlefield continued to approach, the demon hunter had to concentrate on the road under his feet.

The temperature in the charred forest rose sharply.

If the master set of the Wolf School hadn't absorbed the ordinary flames on the ground, allowing him to focus on the construction of the mirage bead illusion, the disguise would have been shattered long ago.

But even so, in less than a hundred meters, the demon hunter walked for a long time, getting slower and slower, lowering lower and lower.

Thick smoke has completely obscured the road in front of us, and visibility is less than two meters.

Demon hunters can only rely on the guidance of fate and the roar of wizards' spells to determine their position.

What's very interesting is that the positions of both parties haven't changed much, it's almost like they are stationary and outputting.

Is the Wild Hunt fireball less powerful?

Or will the wizards have to stay put?

Just as the demon hunter was thinking this, his expression suddenly changed and he lowered his body suddenly.

"call out!"

A piece of gravel the size of a human head pierced the smoke and passed over his head.

The witcher touched his head and felt his scalp was cold. After thinking for a while, he crawled forward.

But just after he had crawled two meters, a chilly air hit him.

In an instant, the demon hunter seemed to have crossed a barrier, and his eyes suddenly became clear.

As far as his neck was concerned, the smoke and flames were all behind him. In front of him, apart from the blackened birch trees, there was only bare black earth and the four wizards standing on the black earth.

wrong!

The witcher narrowed his eyes and his blue pupils shrank.

I was lying on the ground just now, so my vision was a little low and I didn't pay attention.

Including Vilgefortz, the four wizards stepped on a black carpet that almost blended into the scorched ground.

Dense spells and symbols of different colors were combined into complex ritual circles, which were tattooed on the carpet through unknown methods and were shining brightly.

Witchers know this ritual, the ritual of magic.

[Name: Magic Ritual]

[Type: Magic Ritual]

[Requirement: Ritual Science LV4]

[Materials: Chalk*2, Glass*2, Sulfur*2, Magic Dust*1]

[Function: Create a magic circle that can increase the magic capacity. It will increase the magic power limit for the first target who enters the magic circle, has magic ability and focuses on the magic circle. It lasts for five hours.

The caster can also drain the power of the magic circle and obtain an equal proportion of the fifth element from it]

[Note: Every warlock who arranges a magic ritual is a glazed cannon! 】

"Fuck, no wonder Vilgefortz's Alzu Thunder Technique is so powerful..."

The witcher hurriedly searched around, then crawled to a dark and sheltered corner with a slightly higher slope.

After canceling the mirage and once again using "night color" to hide himself in darkness, he was completely relieved.

The power of wizards is due to the ritual carpet made of who knows what. Because of this carpet, they are not allowed to move and can only defend and attack in place.

But this still doesn't explain why they took the initiative to attack...

So what about Wild Hunt?

The witcher squinted his eyes and turned his gaze to the end of the ice pick, lightning and hurricane, the source of the urge of fate.

But the violent elemental storm scorched the birch trees and blocked his sight. He could only faintly see a circle of fire in the dense darkness.

then.

He moved carefully north around the battlefield.

At this moment.

In the blue earth-shaped barrier, the bearded wizard standing in front of Wigfortz suddenly spoke.

"Where's Quinn? Why isn't he here yet?"

Quinn... was the wizard's name... The demon hunter paused.

"Escaped? Seriously injured?" The triangular-eyed wizard who had just released the ice pick said in a vicious tone, "Or is he dead?"

"He is too close to the front row, and he is not specialized in defensive spells..."

"Quinn is just a teaching mage. The reason why he was able to put on the black robe was because of his improvement in teaching and was appreciated by Dean Henry Gedimidis..."

"Miguel, you shouldn't have called him!"

"Quinn won't run away." The goatee wizard who used Hurricane added expressionlessly.

"I didn't call him..." the wizard known as Miguel sighed without any excuse, "Forget it, it's my responsibility, I should stop him."

This time it was really a heavy loss.

Each of the seven intermediate wizards is the core member of the radical faction. They are all proud of their identity as wizards and believe that magic trumps everything in the world.

In fact, if they were not the core, they would not have been recruited by him in a hurry.

Now not only the intermediate wizards have been wiped out, but now maybe also the teaching wizard Quinn, who has an excellent reputation in the academy.

Miguel can't even imagine that after Dean Henry Gedimidis recovers, he discovers that something is wrong with Quinn.

What a blow they, the Glory Sect, will suffer.

Is a stolen material that even the dean may not know its use really worth paying such a high price for?

Miguel didn't understand, but he had no choice.

The legendary all-powerful Philosopher's Stone cannot turn back time.

"Quinn is going to be fine," he said. "Hold on a little longer and that monster is going to die."

The two wizards did not answer, but chanted the spell again with a loud voice like a bell.

Vilgefortz didn't interrupt the whole time, as if he didn't hear anything, and focused on releasing Alzu's Thunderbolt Technique.

"Boom——"

Lightning flashed again in the clouds.

The dazzling white light once again illuminated the entire forest.

After Vilgefortz released the thunderbolt, he immediately glanced at the camp with the white light as if unintentionally, and then took Miguel's load, taking a short rest while maintaining the magic barrier.

other side.

Aylin also bypassed the charcoal wood blocking his vision at this time.

When the dazzling lightning disappeared, the Wild Hunt appeared.

He is burning...

Literally burning.

Wearing black iron armor, Wild Hunt was like a huge torch at this moment, with hot flames reaching into the sky.

The flame was not a magic barrier, but shot out from every exposed gap in the armor, the iron boots, the wrists of the iron gloves, the knees of the greaves... and of course the helmet.

What was in the helmet was no longer a ferocious skeleton, but a face in the twisted firelight.

The witcher couldn't see the face clearly, but for some reason, he felt that this face must be very handsome, as beautiful as the face of the Wild Hunt lying behind him on the ground.

For some reason, Vera's words teaching Mary the Flame Technique at the Temple of Meliteli suddenly sounded in his mind.

[The fire element is one of the four elements. It is the most lethal among the same magic powers, but it is also the most violent and difficult to train. 】

[When you cannot control Him, He will control you, He will anger you, ignite you, and turn you into firewood that screams for help, but can only watch your blood vessels being burned and your flesh being burned and carbonized. 】

But Wild Hunt seems to completely violate what Vera said at the beginning.

He spontaneously combusted, a classic symbol of the fire element gone out of control.

But not only did he not die, he didn't even scream in pain as his flesh and blood were burned.

He just uses manic mental fluctuations to convey the ultimate anger, and the ultimate...sadness...

"Hey~"

Several more thick ice picks pierced the air and fell from the sky.

"ah--"

The Wild Hunt roared and raised his staff.

The ice cone exuding a biting cold air actually vaporized in mid-air.

But the next storm, which contained a sharp blade, cut directly on his flaming body.

The demon hunter could observe that the skin exposed outside the armor was cut with wounds, and the blood was vaporized the moment it flowed out of the body surface, so it seemed to be unscathed.

But the flames on the burly body were weakening visibly.

The witcher felt that this was not a good sign for the Wild Hunt.

As for why he never dodges...

Looking down, the body of the female Ain El was unharmed, and the face under the helmet was even more delicate than when she died.

"Rumble--"

Ice picks, strong winds, lightning...

I don’t know if it’s a wild hunt that’s burning life, but it’s as if I’m fighting the world for a corpse.

"No wonder the position has not changed, and the wizards dare to come back to force it..." Aylin sighed, "They must have seen something."

The witcher felt that there should be a very cliched love story in it, but he didn't want to know.

As a demon hunter, all the horrific evil deeds he had done before Wild Hunt should not receive sympathy from anyone.

But even if I know it in my heart...

The joy that his fiery mastermind was about to reap suddenly... wasn't that strong anymore.