Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

After witchers, are elves and warlocks really also monsters?

Aylin sighed with emotion, walking through the bizarre "gaps".

"Gap" means between two doors.

This is what the sorcerers say, but it may be traced back to the time of the Elf Empire. The magic of the sorcerers was passed down to Iron Sheedy.

Demon hunters often speculate with some malice that if the elven sages who taught magic at that time knew that their "good disciples" actually caused their descendants to hide in various places, they would not know whether they would regret it.

But after thinking about it again, maybe it’s not necessarily true...

Elf sages know the past and the future, and maybe one day they will see a fragment of the future in the crystal ball.

I just don’t know why humans have developed to this level.

Are humans too useful?

The connection with human beings is too close and gradually becomes inseparable?

Or maybe the sage who sees the future is unwilling to tell the truth for some reason?

Speaking of which, the Wild Hunt - Ayn El - also likes to use humans. It is said that they often plunder some humans from the demon hunter world and bring them back.

In the original book, when Ciri was captured in the royal city of Tilnaria, the city of the alder people, she encountered a hooded human slave.

“Dh’oine” is the name they give to humans. Judging from Ciri’s resistance to this title at the time, it may be somewhat contemptuous and derogatory.

If intelligent life wants to live elegantly and noblely, it always needs to exploit other intelligent life.

Perhaps the same was true of the relationship between humans and Iron Sheedy in the past.

It's just that human nobles pride themselves on being of noble birth and pure blood, and in order to maintain a stable rule, they are unwilling to admit that their ancestors were slaves, and even prefer to be stigmatized as ungrateful.

In his wild thoughts, the witcher felt that he was close to the truth.

Although these speculations are of little use to him now.

Um……

It's not useless, at least random thoughts can prevent his wandering thoughts from being attracted by the complex scenes with strange and unknown origins in the "gap", and maintain his mental clarity.

This is important.

You know, the portal spell is the most top-notch one even among master-level spells.

There are no more than thirty warlocks in the entire northern continent who can perform the magic normally. You can imagine how difficult and dangerous it is.

The reason why Aylin was able to learn it was because of the Demon Hunting Notes.

Memory instillation and body modification made him seem to be born with this skill.

But even so, every time he used the portal, he could feel the power of the Demon Hunter's Notes involved.

therefore.

Even if he no longer has the "eyes of the evil god" on him, the "gap" is still dangerous to him.

He must be cautious and always alert when crossing the gap.

This was no problem in the past, but now, the fatigue caused by serious injuries and blood loss made him extremely sleepy. The system settlement prompt sounded. After it was completely safe, he felt that his eyelids were fighting.

So he had to find something to do, just like when he was tired from the vigil, it was best to find someone to chat with.

Unfortunately, the witcher was alone and could only talk to himself.

"唳——"

Suddenly, a vigilant eagle cry woke him up.

The red moon hangs high.

The evening wind blew the grass and trees in the forest, making a rustling sound.

At some point, he had passed through the portal.

"Are we here yet..."

The witcher stumbled, fell to the ground, and finally stood up.

"It's me, good girl."

He raised his heavy arm and waved to the place where the close emotion came from in the darkness.

"唳~"

The big griffin called out affectionately, and fell down habitually, wanting to nuzzle him with its hard beak.

But he didn't expect that the beak hadn't touched him yet.

The great griffon flapped its wings and the wind fell, blowing him like a bellflower and rolling him several times.

"Good girl, don't make trouble..."

The witcher complained helplessly and was about to muster the strength to stand up.

Unexpectedly, the next second, his body suddenly felt light.

The big gryphon caught him in its beak and carefully placed him on its back.

"Shashasha~"

The hard but lush mane instantly enveloped him.

The strong smell of wild beasts mixed with the smell of rust came in, but it made people feel more at ease.

"Good girl." The witcher praised lightly.

"Huh?"

"Go back to the Temple of Meriteri."

"Bah!"

The big griffon gave a clear cry and flapped its wings rapidly.

Weeds on the ground and tall trees in the forest fell one after another.

The witcher, who had never felt so weak, glanced back through the gaps in his mane.

Two straight lines of thick smoke, one large and one small, billowed straight up in the black to blue night sky in the north.

Just at this moment, the settlement was completed.

【bite! The monster group "Ain El" LV93 and "Warlock" LV73 are defeated! 】

[Reward settlement: Defeat the enemy, basic rating D, leapfrog kill +3-C, beheading and deterrence +3-B, drive wolves and devour tigers +3-A, win with less and win more +3-S]

[Final rating: S (reward*3)]

[Trophy obtained: Immortal's memory crystal 2*3, Warlock's memory 10*3, experience beads*45, Ain El's treasure chest*18, Warlock's treasure chest*18]

Huh!

S rating!

The demon hunter shuddered with pleasure, as if all the weakness and pain in his back and limbs disappeared instantly.

Since he obtained the Demon Hunting Notes, this was his fourth time to receive an S-level evaluation in countless crusades.

Not only did his already destitute experience beads become greatly enriched, but more importantly, the treasure chests.

Thirty-six treasure chests!

Thirty-six!

They were all top-quality treasure chests like Ain El and Warlock, which were no lower than large monsters.

To be honest, Aylin didn't even need to eliminate the corpse-eating creatures in a few days. This was enough for him to shamelessly ask for a bounty from the goddess Meliteli.

In addition, six "Ain El"... no... the memory crystals of the immortals...

Aylin didn't believe that there was no information about Bai Shuang in any of them.

And the spoils left by "Ain El" were not the memories of Ain El, but the crystals of the immortals.

Who knows what other benefits there will be besides memories and possible skill experience.

But he would have to wait until he returned to the Temple of Meliteli and recovered completely before he could know these.

No.

He had to find a way to learn the ancient language first.

Otherwise, if he used the memory of the Immortal but could not understand the words of the "Immortal", it would be a waste.

"I hope that the memory of those thirty warlocks contains the ancient language..."

Ailin thought.

The mysterious white frost had always been a thorn in his heart. Now that he finally had the opportunity to unveil it, he felt as if a naughty monkey was scratching his heart.

"Cry?"

The great griffin seemed to sense his emotions, and bent its head and cried softly in confusion.

The whistling cold wind immediately followed her tilted head, blowing in the empty space, instantly cooling the witcher's brain that was heated by the harvest.

Unable to resist fatigue surged up, and his mind was even more dizzy than before the settlement was completed.

This made him instinctively grasp his mane.

"It's okay, good girl, you keep flying."

After the demon hunter comforted himself in his mind, he could no longer resist the sleepiness and closed his eyes.

But before he fell asleep (fainted), he suddenly thought of two questions.

"Ten warlocks died, so didn't the wizards of Ban Ade get killed due to many factors and only two were left?"

In addition...

"I... won't fall from the sky..."

The world turned upside down in an instant, and the demon hunter fainted at a height of several hundred meters.

"Cry?"

"Cry——"

...

The forest burning north of Ban Ade.

"How could there be nothing?"

"Mister Miguel..."

"How could there be nothing left?"

"Miguel!"

The man kneeling on the ground in tattered clothes, with burns all over his body, raised his head from a mass of black mud and grabbed the robe of another wizard standing there like he was trying to grab a life-saving straw.

"Vigofortz, they are clearly here, why is everything gone? Why?"

Vigofortz, who looked better than Miguel but was also in a mess, looked down at the tattered star robe that was caught and frowned slightly.

He took a deep breath, looked at Miguel, whose facial features were distorted and eyes were full of bloodshot, and explained softly:

"This is the center of the explosion, the temperature is higher than the dwarf's furnace, nothing can be left..."

Miguel's forehead veins were visible, and he clenched his fists and interrupted:

"You mean, I brought eleven people, ten of them died... three high-level wizards from three schools... the backbone of seven factions, but I can't even bring back a decent explanation?!!"

Vigofortz was silent, just looking at him expressionlessly.

"Hu-chi-hu-chi-"

Miguel breathed heavily like a wounded beast.

After a while, he realized what he was doing, and his eyes gradually lowered as he stared at Vigfortz.

He looked around blankly.

In front of him were only desolate ruins and natural debris.

"Oh my God... What have I done?"

"How should I report to Sonny, how should I face Dean Heng Gedimidis, Vigfortz..."

Miguel seemed to have suddenly lost all his energy and fell to the ground with a dejected "thump".

Vigfortz did not answer.

Not only because he had no answer, but also because Miguel did not need an answer, the answer was already in his heart.

The man in front of him, who seemed to have lost everything, was just venting, nothing more.

"Quinn may not be dead."

"No," Miguel did not look up, "He must be dead, Quinn is not a person who is afraid of fighting."

"Maybe he is just unconscious?"

Miguel shook his head, but did not explain too much.

Vigfortz felt that time was a bit difficult to bear.

He actually didn't care about the life and death of these radicals, and he didn't even care about the survival of Ben Ade.

But in his plan, Ben Ade Academy was indispensable, and these people were also indispensable.

Even though he had a new plan now, and his focus was gradually shifting, even though Ben Ade seemed to have been abandoned by the goddess of fate, and disasters continued, and suddenly it was on the decline, even though the so-called radicals had just suffered a huge loss...

Three senior council members, seven mid-level...

Perhaps they account for half of the total strength of the radicals...

No!

There must be more than half of them at the moment when Ban Ade has just suffered the Battle of Burning the City.

but……

As long as Hen Gedimidis lives, Ben Ard will always be the core of the Warlock Brotherhood.

The ideas of the radicals completely catered to the prevailing ideological trend in the college. No matter how much the losses were this time, they would be made up for in a short time.

after all……

Who is willing to become a lackey of mortal nobles and let them run around at the whim of a person holding a sharp blade?

As for whether nobles are born noble and have noble blood...

Who... would know better than the wizards?

This is the general trend!

Therefore, the current moment when radicals seem to be in decline and at their lowest point is actually his opportunity.

As for the threat from the Wild Hunt...

"Chaos is the first step into the body."

Waves of thought surged in Wilgefortz's heart.

He looked down at Miguel.

As a close friend of Senni, the leader of the radical faction, no matter how big a mistake he made, he would still be the absolute core of the radical faction after the limelight passed.

Besides, is this setback really his fault?

"Maybe..." he said hesitantly.

"What?"

"Maybe there is another way to gain something..."

"What!" Before Wigefortz could finish speaking, Miguel immediately stood up and looked at him expectantly with bloodshot eyes, as if he had grasped the last straw.

"Since it's something that the Wild Hunt is trying to steal from the academy, it probably won't really explode into ashes."

Miguel frowned: "What do you mean?"

Vilgefortz raised his hand and pointed behind him:

"I don't think he hid in the woods and did nothing after being repulsed by the Wild Hunt Lord named Eredin. He was just waiting to die with us."

"Yes!" Miguel swallowed, his eyes lit up instantly, and his eyes were shining, "'Complete your mission, coward!', he has a mission... He has a mission..."

Miguel danced excitedly on the spot.

"We may not be able to find it," Vilgefortz quickly cooled him down, "but... we can try. What do you think, Sir Miguel?"

"I understand." Miguel took a deep breath and calmed down, "I'm sorry to trouble you, Widget Fortz."

"This is what I should do." Vilgefortz smiled, and after reciting a few spells, he waved the metal staff.

A ball of light appeared instantly.

Although the Wild Hunt had self-destructed, the scorching flames melted everything about him.

But his traces are all over this desolate ruins.

The stars of Ilar quickly collected the required traces and drifted towards the gloomy darkness in the dense forest.

But out of caution, or fear.

The two wizards tacitly used up the most powerful defensive spells in their lives before they started to move forward, and they were very careful along the way.

About half an hour later, they followed Ilar's star to a birch tree.

"Exquisite spell!"

"That monster must have used magic to cover it up, but it still can't escape your miraculous spell!"

"I can finally explain it to Sonny."

Miguel looked at the glowing illusion, seriously promised Wigefortz, and said:

"In the big meeting at the end of the year, we will definitely try our best to fight for you to get a seat on the Senior Council... Not only will we try our best... I will also use my own connections. Although the factions are different, we all have many friends in the academy... …”

After Vilgefortz thanked him a few times with satisfaction, the two of them focused their eyes on the Wild Hunt formed by the white mist.

Watching him helplessly, he buried a stone into the soil.

Miguel's eyes suddenly lit up, and as soon as the spell ended, he knelt down and tried to dig out the stone.

However……

Just as he was about to insert his hand into the soil, he suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Vilgefortz asked.

"This place...has been touched..."