Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

A forest near Ban Ade.

"Have you ever... encountered this situation before?"

Hearing Miguel's question, Vigoforts' eyes flickered slightly.

"No," he shook his head without hesitation, "The stars of Ilar are very complicated. I have only learned them not long ago, and many things have not been thoroughly studied."

Miguel nodded without doubt: "The Wild Hunt, which is difficult to track in ritual magic, cannot hide under the brilliance of the stars."

"Such an excellent spell is indeed worth studying."

Vigoforts nodded and tried calmly: "Mr. Miguel, what do you think..."

He pointed to the thrown pit on the ground.

"Who could this... uh... 'person' be?"

Miguel heard the hidden meaning in Vigfortz's tone: "Don't you think this person exists?"

"It's indeed suspicious, whether it's the madness of the Wild Hunt or the missing experimental relic..." Vigfortz shook his head, "But I really can't imagine that even Lord Heng Gedimidis couldn't leave any Wild Hunt corpses. Can anyone really behead them?"

Miguel was silent, because this was indeed a question.

In fact, when fighting with the Wild Hunt, it was precisely because of this very convincing reason that they subconsciously ignored the possibility of someone peeking from the side.

Otherwise, they would definitely be more vigilant and would not lose so badly.

Is there really a stronger human in this world than the source of magic Heng Gedimidis?

Wait...

Human?

Why must it be a human?

Miguel had a flash of inspiration.

"Pah~"

A crisp sound.

He slapped his forehead hard.

"Elf!"

"What?" Vigfortz was stunned.

"It must be an elf!" Miguel grabbed Vigfortz's shoulders excitedly and angrily, "Only those long-eared people hiding in the forest can hide it from us..."

"That's right!"

"Ilar is an elf who has been dead for hundreds of years. Wouldn't they have a way to conceal the spell 'Ilar's Star'?"

"No matter how strong Hen Gedimidis is, all his skills and spells come from his experience studying at the Elf King's Court. What the dean can't do doesn't mean that the elves can't do it..."

"And... and..."

The joy and anger of discovering the truth made Miguel's face flushed.

"And the news that the Wild Hunt attacked Ban Ade and almost destroyed the academy, of course, would not be known so quickly by powerful forces, except for the elves..."

"The largest elf hiding place in the northern continent is deep in the dense forest east of Ban Ade... That's right... Before the celestial sphere intersection, Ban Ade also captured a few elves, but they escaped from the dungeon strangely..."

Thinking of this, Miguel's mind flashed again.

"Maybe... maybe all this is the conspiracy of the elves!!!"

"Why?" Vigfortz was stunned and asked subconsciously.

"Pa!"

Miguel patted Vigfortz's shoulder hard and looked at him with regret:

"Think about it! Not long before the celestial sphere intersection, a group of elves with unknown identities were captured in Ban Ade and disappeared strangely..."

"Did they do nothing but see what the human prison looks like?"

"No!" Miguel swung his right arm violently, "They must have done something!"

"Tap tap tap~"

"Tap tap tap~"

Miguel frowned and paced quickly beside the pit, muttering something like "celestial sphere intersection", "Dark Sun Curse", "elves", "Wild Hunt"...

Then he suddenly stopped at a certain moment, and his bloodshot red eyes suddenly looked at Vigfortz, which scared him who was already a little confused.

"How treacherous!" Miguel said to Vigfortz resentfully, more like talking to himself.

"First, seize the opportunity of the 'Big Eater' participating in the Apprentice Fighting Competition, launch the celestial sphere intersection, and make the king of Kaedwen die in Ban Ade, so that the wizards and royal nobles will have a rift..."

"They may have colluded with the demon hunters to seize the opportunity so accurately... No..." Miguel denied himself again, "The Cat School is our people, and the Wolf School adheres to neutrality. They are just a group of pedantic fools. They should have other ways..."

"This should not be difficult for those ancient races."

"Ban Ade and Ade Kalai have a breakdown in relations, and Aedirn happens to attack Kaedwen at this time... The elves also have a branch in Dolbretanna, Aedirn..."

"War between the two countries The war not only involved a large number of domestic troops, but also forced many powerful wizards to go to the front line in exchange for the interests of the academy and the new king, weakening the strength of the academy..."

"And the violent fluctuations of the intersection of the celestial spheres awakened the monsters such as the Wild Hunt, and took advantage of the weakness of the academy to severely damage Ban Ade..."

"There is no mistake. Even the strange stone from the 'Dangerous Experiment Warning Warehouse' that we are chasing now was originally snatched from the elves by Jaynes. Perhaps those insidious long ears deliberately..."

"What a sinister and vicious plan!"

"What kind of monster has appeared among the elves?"

After analyzing the logic clearly, Miguel was scared.

Before Vigfortz could sort out his thoughts and express his opinion.

Miguel slapped his forehead again.

"Not good!"

"What's wrong?"

"Why do you think those long-eared people planned so carefully?" Miguel's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

"The academy was severely damaged, and the dean was seriously injured but did not take care of the affairs of the academy... Kaedwen was in the midst of a fierce war with Aedirn, and could not spare any extra troops... The two disasters not only killed all the citizens of Ban Ade, but also made the surrounding villages flee away from home..."

"Now is the weakest time for Ban Ade..."

"What do the long-eared people want to do?!!!

Before he finished speaking, Miguel chanted a spell in panic.

"Bang~"

The orange-red portal whistled in the wind in the forest and appeared in front of the two wizards.

The branches and shrubs shook violently.

"Come back with me, Vigfortz!" Miguel shouted in fear, "Ban Ade, it's dangerous!!!"

Then he rushed to the portal.

He seemed to have forgotten the shame that not long ago, the twelve wizards he led were retaliated by the Wild Hunt and only two were left.

While Vigofortz was stunned, Miguel ran into the portal.

The magic source did not rush to follow, but stirred up a storm of thoughts in his mind.

Of course, it was not the first time that Ilar's star had problems, but the third time.

As early as when the wizard named Lien escaped, Vigofortz discovered the abnormality of the illusion.

Involving Heng Gedimidis was just to cover up the truth.

The child of miracle is his, and he has never shared his future preferences.

But the more Vigofortz listened to Miguel's analysis, the more he could not find any mistakes in his logic.

Is it possible that Ilar's star can only be invalid when encountering the child of miracle?

He didn't know.

This spell came from the stone tablet of the Elf King's Court. Who knows if the elves have any avoidance... or more advanced concealment spells...

And this is the core of his inference that the child of miracle is involved, and it is also the only reliable reason.

The other is the intuition from the magic source.

Strong intuition!

Otherwise, in just two or three days, even if a demon hunter in Aedirn heard about the academy's attack from him, how could he cross such a long distance and come to Ban Ader?

A child who just turned fourteen, does he have such a strong motivation?

Wouldn't he think of this contradiction?

But now, every reason given by Miguel is logically clear, well-organized, and very convincing.

The elves happen to be the biggest beneficiaries of this incident.

"Strange..." He walked towards the portal, frowning, "Could it be that all this was really done by the elves and has nothing to do with the child of miracle?"

...

The next day.

Temple of Meliteli.

He woke up from his sleep, and soft golden light flowed in from the window and shone into the house.

"Where is this?" The demon hunter instinctively raised his hand to block the light.

"Hiss~"

His muscles twitched as if they had not been used for a long time, and he couldn't help but let out a low cry of pain.

There was a tingling feeling on the side of his face, and the breeze blew the fresh scent of eucalyptus.

He wanted to turn his head to see the source of the familiar fragrance, but the source moved closer to him instead.

The long black hair fluttered in the air, dyed into golden threads by the sun, and the snow-white skin was translucent, revealing an attractive color. And the eyes were as clear as the stream on the blue mountain in early spring.

In a trance, he seemed to recognize this face, but it felt a little strange.

"Alin, you're awake!" The delicate lips spoke, like a pink rose swaying in the wind.

"Le... Sha?"

The slightly scattered cat pupils gathered slightly, and the witcher recognized the girl in front of him.

"It's me!" The girl smiled gently.

Alin felt his hand wrapped in soft silk.

"This is the Temple of Meliteli, you came back last night... Master Vesemir carried you back... You are seriously injured..."

The chattering, the story of last night came from the petals of the pink rose, a little noisy.

But as he listened, the muscles of the witcher relaxed all over his body.

In the middle of half-awake, his eyelids began to fight again, and sleepiness came again.

Lysa noticed this and slowed down her voice: "You have lost too much blood, and now you need to recuperate... Don't worry about the agreement with Duke Mason. Master Vesemir left the temple with several other witchers early this morning."

"Have a good sleep, Alin."

"At noon, I will bring you lunch as I did before May Day..."

The witcher felt as if he nodded, but it seemed that he did not do anything.

Deep sleepiness was used, he only felt a warm cloud covering his eyes, and then fell asleep again.

But before falling asleep, he seemed to hear a "thank you" in his ear.

Thank you for what?

He wanted to ask, but closed his eyes.

...

"... Sera..."

"... disappear..."

Fragmented words flooded into his mind, and the witcher opened his eyes and "woke up".

Although there was no light source, the witcher could see "darkness", and "darkness" took shape in front of him.

It turned into a dark corridor, spiraling upwards, like the stairs of the northern tower of Kaer Morhen.

[Where am I? ]

The demon hunter asked the first question after "waking up" in a daze, but not only was there no one to answer, but he himself did not hear the sound.

He realized something and lowered his head to "look down".

There were shadow stairs on the ground, but there was nothing on the stairs.

There are no dark red boots, greaves, reagent bags... No... nothing so specific... I should say nothing...

It's as if he is just a soul floating in this unknown darkness... It's not... He doesn't even have the colorful sphere when he goes to the Kingdom of Meriteri... It's more like he only has a pair of eyeballs and only one perspective floating here...

【Where am I? 】

The witcher felt that his thinking was like a dull gear lacking lubricant, and every time he thought, he felt a little sluggish.

It's a bit like dreaming, but you can clearly perceive yourself.

[Weirdly lucid dreaming? 】

No one answered.

In this dark, infinitely wide and strange place, he should be afraid, but inexplicably he had no emotion at all.

If no one answered, there would be no answer. He simply stopped wasting his efforts and began to search for the source of the fragmentary sound that awakened him.

He tried to change his perspective.

The perspective flexibly changes with his thoughts.

In this strange place, he can even use "Flicker" infinitely, jumping to every dark corner where his "sight" reaches, as long as he has a thought.

It's as if he is the controller and master here.

This vast expanse of darkness is his territory.

【What is this? 】

The witcher subconsciously shook his head helplessly, and then the perspective rotated like a rotating camera, which was dizzying.

[This dream... is somewhat interesting. 】

Just as he was thinking this in his mind, a green-gray fire suddenly lit up in the darkness of the dark stairs diagonally below him across the huge hollow.

【Um? 】

He wanted to get closer, so he instantly reached the edge of the stairs, with a huge hole in front of him.

Below and above are infinite corridors, both leading to the deepest and thickest darkness.

【wrong! 】

The demon hunter glanced down again. There seemed to be something dense in the darkness at the bottom of this huge space.

The darkness is lighter.

But before he could take a closer look, the green-grey fire quickly approached.

"Da da da~"

He actually heard the sound of horse hooves and the echo of horse hooves.

Then there was a group of knights wearing blood-red armor and riding skeleton horses that breathed out blue breath.

【Wild Hunting! ! ! 】

The witcher woke up with a start.

[Why did the Wild Hunt appear in his dream? 】

【unless……】

【This is not a dream! 】

【Where is this? 】

The witcher had the same doubt for the third time.

"Da da da~"

The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, and the skeleton knights were getting closer and closer to his direction. There were only about two hundred meters left.

The witcher instinctively wanted to find a place to escape.

But this weird place has only weird stairs as far as the eye can see, and you can only watch the Wild Hunt approaching.

Two hundred meters, one hundred and fifty meters, one hundred meters...

The witcher seems to be able to smell the burning breath of the Ash-clearing Will-o'-the-Wisp.

In anxiety, he subconsciously looked at the leading knight of the Wild Hunt, but happened to meet the unique pair of blood-red will-o'-the-wisps.

"Who!" The skeleton horseman with thick bones and pointed head stood up.

"Who is spying?!!"