Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

Chapter 378: Ban Ade will no longer be a threat

Chapter 378 Ben Ad is no longer a threat

"Took it by mistake?"

Nannick took the knife and observed it carefully in his hand: "That's right, this is scalpel No. 4."

"I didn't say the models didn't match," Ianna pointed at Aylin lying on the treatment table. There was a white scratch as long as an index finger on the demon hunter's back, as if someone had accidentally scratched it with a fingernail. " But has this knife been used by a priest or physician before, without maintenance and sharpening? "

"The congestion must be completely drained before further treatment can be carried out, but this knife is so blunt that it cannot even cut through the superficial skin."

"Maybe," Nannick didn't think much, and took out another slender scalpel from the cold iron box on the side, and burned it for a while on the beating flame lamp, "Tomorrow I will ask Bena. , some sloppy guy must have forgotten..."

"Well," Ianna took the knife and looked at Nannik with a cold face, "check it seriously, this is not a small problem."

"Now it's just that the tool has been forgotten to maintain. What about the future?"

"Could it be that the gauze was forgotten to be steamed, the ointment was added with the wrong formula, or the delivery was missed..."

Ianna's words of hidden anger were suddenly halted again, because there was another white mark on Aylin's back.

The white marks this time were even lighter than last time.

Ianna frowned and made another cut along the texture of the muscle with the vertical handle.

"squeak--"

The harsh sound of a dull knife cutting into cowhide is unpleasant.

But even if he increased his strength, there was no bloody mouth as expected. Instead, there was another white mark on the smooth, bruised and purple surface of his back.

"What a careless thing!" Nannick scolded sternly, "The priests and apprentices in charge must be rectified tomorrow..."

Then he took out a knife, sterilized it, and handed it to Ianna.

However, Ianna did not take it immediately. Instead, she placed the knife in her hand flat in front of her eyes and observed it carefully for a long time before taking the next knife.

"Crunch——"

The defense was still not broken, but Ailin groaned as the blood congestion pressed on the broken muscle.

Now even Vesemir could see that something seemed to be wrong.

"High Priest, there are only three No. 4 scalpels in the iron box..."

"It's not about the scalpel."

Ianna waved her hand to interrupt Nannik and looked down at Aylin.

In addition to the bruises covering almost the entire back, and some scars caused by trial training...

Aelin's body was the most well-proportioned and healthy body she had ever seen, but even so, from the outside, it was just a human body.

There are no long dragon scales, stone trolls, skin or even tentacles as smooth as a newborn baby.

Why?

After thinking for a few seconds, Ianna tilted her head and waved to Vesemir.

"High Priest Ianna?" Master Demon Hunter approached and asked worriedly, "Is there anything wrong with Aelin?"

Ianna shook her head: "I'm not sure yet, please stretch out your hand first."

Reach out?

Vesemir subconsciously raised his right hand.

"Don't hide..."

A flash of cold light!

The blade scratched the back of the master witcher's hand.

Out of trust in High Priest Meriteri and Aelin's concern, Vesemir did not move.

What's more, the blunt and strange dagger didn't even scratch Aylin's skin, so he didn't think he would be hurt.

really.

Vesemir didn't even feel the pain, and the knife was withdrawn.

There isn't even a tiny cut on the back of my hand...

"Um?"

The master witcher's eyes widened.

A second passed.

Where the blade scratched, a small blood opening appeared, and blood beads suddenly seeped out.

How can this be stupid?

It is clear that the sharpness is extremely sharp to produce such a delayed wound.

But he...but Vesemir clearly saw that it was this "dagger" that scratched Aylin's back hard, but only left a white mark.

"It shouldn't be..." Ianna waved her hand to summon a golden light to cover the back of Vesemir's hand, which instantly healed the small wounds. "The No. 4 scalpel can even cut through tough cowhide and slice bones into thin slices..."

"There's no reason why a demon hunter can't even cut his skin..."

The short blade known as the No. 4 scalpel gently stabbed Aylin's body everywhere.

The tip of the knife sank into the flesh, but failed to make a wound.

Not long after it was taken back, the skin returned to its original shape again.

Aylin subconsciously screamed a few more times because of the pain.

Only then did Ianna suddenly realize the strange looks in Lysa's, Nannik's and Vesemir's eyes, and the strong dissatisfaction in Lysa's hesitant words.

"Ahem~"

Ianna took back the scalpel awkwardly, hesitated for a second, and asked:

"Has your Wolf School improved the formula of the Green Grass Trial again?"

Vesemir frowned.

"If it's a secret, there's no need to tell it." Although Ianna is older, she has good eyesight.

"It's not a secret," Vesemir shook his head. "There were some changes in the trial process, but these all happened after Aelin passed the trial."

"As far as I know..."

The Master Demon Hunter touched the burred brim of his black wide-brimmed hat and recalled the scene of the attack by the Demon Hunters of the Cat School: "The Demon Hunters who passed the trial in the same batch as him will all be cut by normal swords."

"What about Aelin?" Ianna asked curiously.

"Aelin..." Vesemir frowned and murmured in a low voice, "Aelin..."

Thinking back on this, the master demon hunter suddenly discovered that although Aylin was not uninjured, both of them almost died when they were in the floating port some time ago.

But let's be honest.

Vesemir has indeed never seen Aelin injured by a sharp object.

When the Cat School attacked at night, he single-handedly eliminated the senior killers of the Cat School. Later, in the Apprentice Fighting Competition, those poor apprentices of the Cat School even took strong medicine, and the siege of several people was easily solved...

Later, even Vesemir himself and Aristo, who ranked among the top three swordsmen of the Wolf School, were no longer his opponents...

Tsk tsk!

This apprentice of his is really outrageous!

"Sorry," Vesemir shook his head, "I have never seen Aelin injured by a sword. I don't know what state he is in now..."

"Not once?"

The three priests, ranging in age from eldest to youngest, but from short to tall, wearing the same style of gray linen clothes, gathered around Aylin who was lying naked, and their eyes widened at the same time.

It looks funny.

But Vesemir did not laugh, but thought for a while and affirmed:

"Before the Trial of Green Grass, I didn't know much about it, but after the Trial of Green Grass... Aylin was my traveling apprentice and followed me most of the time. At least I have never seen him..."

"Amazing! It's amazing!" Nannick murmured softly, "No wonder he became the hero of Elland... Blue Death..."

Lysa didn't say anything, but glanced at Aylin with her beautiful eyes.

"It's really amazing. Even Soy can't do this."

Yianna also praised.

But then he remembered something, looked down at the gleaming scalpel in his hand, and shook his head helplessly:

"But if the skin cannot be cut, how can we induce congestion and treat the injury?"

"Although the self-healing ability of the demon hunter is very strong, the accumulation of congestion, blocking blood circulation, and muscle growth recovery are still fatal to the demon hunter..."

The treatment room suddenly became quiet.

Everyone was thinking hard.

Vesemir actually thought of a method based on hundreds of years of experience in hunting monsters, but it was so ridiculous that he hesitated for a moment.

Just when a soft golden light appeared in Ianna's hand, she was about to check again...

"I..."

"Aelin has spoken!" Lysa immediately stood up straight.

"What?"

Everyone held their breath, and Ianna put her ear to Aelin's mouth.

"Ai... Er... kill..." After listening carefully for a while, she raised her head and asked doubtfully, "What does Ai'er kill mean..."

"It's Elsa...Elsa..." Lysa spoke eagerly and interrupted, "It's the sword that Aelin named after himself, the silver sword that he used to hunt many large monsters..."

Was Elsa named after Elin?

Vesemir's idea was confirmed by the person involved. Just when he opened his mouth excitedly, he was stunned when he heard Lysa's words and forgot what he was going to say.

"I've heard of it too," Nannick nodded slightly, ""Death Knight from the North" was composed by the bard Ymir, and many injured people like to sing it..."

"...The fourteen-year-old young knight of Elland named his beloved silver-white sword Elsa..."

She hummed a few words softly.

Are there any bards writing poems and composing music?

Vesemir pursed his lips and subconsciously grasped the wide-brimmed hat in his hand so tightly that the brim of the hat was wrinkled.

He opened his mouth, intending to make it clear that Elsa was actually his sword, which he had spent half his life savings to make, and which was also his name.

But after thinking about it...

How should he explain that his silver sword was actually in the scabbard of that brat Aelin? And became famous because of Aylin's deeds?

ah!

That's my sword!

My sword!

"Silver sword..." Ianna raised her eyebrows and looked at the silver sword hilt with the most elegant curvature among the two scabbards standing on the wall.

"So Aelin meant to use his sword..."

"The silver sword can cut his flesh." Vesemir's face was a little pale, and the corners of his mouth twitched. After some struggle, Aylin's matters were more important now.

"Qiang!"

He walked to the corner and expertly pulled out Elsa.

For some reason, after not wielding this sword for a long time, he felt something strange in his hand.

The hilt of the sword felt cold to the touch, as if it was rejecting him.

"But Silver Sword...if I remember correctly, that's not..." Nannick looked at the young man on the treatment table with a strange tone.

Vesemir looked at the silver sword light in silence.

"Try it, Sister Ianna," Lysa interrupted the weird atmosphere in the treatment room, "Since it was Aelin who said it, it must be right."

"Then give it a try." Ianna and Nannick looked at each other.

The demon hunter's long sword is very heavy. In order to maximize the power of mutation and cut off the bones of prey, it is even much heavier than the average knight's long sword.

And the older the demon hunter is, the more skilled he is with the sword, and the heavier the sword he uses.

As a hundreds-year-old master witcher, the weight of Vesemir's former love Elsa was naturally beyond the reach of the aging Ianna.

Neither can Nannick and Lesa.

Therefore, Ianna can only mark the position, strength, and depth, and then let the master demon hunter control it, like carving on a fruit core, to make appropriate wounds on Aylin's back or the bruised limbs. .

fortunately.

Vesemir is not only a master of swordsmanship and dissecting monster materials, but also a master of long-term illness and various minor and serious injuries, which make him familiar with the internal structure of the demon hunter.

In fact, the Temple of Meliteli does have silver daggers.

It’s just that the silver daggers in the temple are all ritual items, either pure silver or not sharpened at all.

"Shh~"

The dark red necrotic blood, like a blood sword, spurted out from the tiny wound.

In the blink of an eye, the whole treatment room was filled with a strong smell of rust.

Lysa couldn't bear it and her eyes were filled with tears, and her breathing was rapid.

She subconsciously wanted to turn her head to avoid this scene.

"Witchers are either fighting or on their way to the battlefield, and Arlin is the most unique one among them," Ianna noticed and said in a light tone, "Look carefully, you will always need this knowledge in the future."

The slowly rising and falling flesh was almost covered with bloody wounds, and the white sheets were stained red.

But Lysa had to endure the ups and downs of her heart, the panic-inducing feeling of weightlessness, and stared at the bloody scene in front of her with trembling eyelids.

Because she knew that Ianna was right.

Realizing this, Lysa was extremely terrified and had to open her eyes wider.

She suddenly realized that since her parents passed away, the person she was most likely to lose was not Aunt Ianna, Auntie, Nenneke and Shadia, but the boy in front of her who was younger than her.

Even though he was held up by everyone as the hero of Elland, the nemesis of the terrible demon spirits, the youngest demon hunter master, the blue death god who wielded a silver sword and spread death...

But death is death...

Just as his father would not be spared from being harvested by the scythe of the god of death just because he adhered to the knightly virtues of kindness and loyalty...

The invincible hero would also lie weakly on the red-stained white cloth, and his weak breathing seemed to stop in the next second.

Demon hunter is a profession close to death in this world.

No matter which aspect...

An inexplicable sense of urgency urged her.

It seemed that if she missed a few seconds in front of her, she might completely lose him next time, the next time, or some time in the future because of her carelessness and cowardice at this moment.

Although...

She never really had him.

The treatment ended with a golden warm light released by Ianna.

Ailin's breathing stabilized. Except for the fact that he looked a little pale due to heavy blood loss, he was fine. The rest was just cultivation.

"Huh~"

Ianna let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"What a worrying child," she said to Arlin angrily, "He disturbed my sleep in the middle of the night, and I don't know where he went to fight..."

Lysa was applying green healing ointment to him and carefully bandaging him.

Hearing Ianna's words, she defended Arlin: "Arlin is not such a person, he must be serious... Arlin, what are you talking about?"

Halfway through the words.

Lysa suddenly heard a few whispers from her blood-stained knees.

She leaned down.