Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

What is he anxious about?

He's anxious about everything -

Wizards, nobles, wild hunt, hoarfrost...

Which one does not require strength?

Time waits not for us!

If we really traveled back in time to Geralt's time, there were only three or two cats of the Wolf School, and when faced with the various forces that couldn't support them at all and couldn't compete, it wouldn't matter if he really failed.

After all, if an ordinary demon hunter has fewer monsters, even if he has the same demon hunting notes, can he deal with an army? Can you deal with wizards? Can it handle the Wild Hunt?

Neither can, let alone Bai Shuang.

It's better to hunt monsters when you have time to make a living, drive piles, ride unicorns, and enjoy a long life as an immortal.

But now under his influence and efforts, the king is dead, the nobles are fighting on the front line, the wizard has been severely injured by the Wild Hunt, and the Wild Hunt has firmly tied its hatred to the wizard...

The situation is excellent.

The Wolf School has been able to gain valuable time for cultivation and development.

There is hope for the revival of the Witcher!

As long as this period of time is used to enhance the strength of the school, not to mention wizards and nobles, the Wild Hunt will have a chance to meet head-on.

With hope, there is naturally a sense of urgency.

Warming and walking on thin ice, the time that was finally bought is naturally precious every minute and every second.

But seeing the tears in the little priest's eyes, Aylin opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

He could only look at Vesemir with pleading eyes.

Vesemir shrugged, indicating that he was helpless.

"Okay, I understand." Aylin could only nod and agreed, "I will recover from my injuries before getting out of bed."

"That's right. I'm the priest of Meritelli and I won't lie to you." The little priest smiled broadly.

"You are a trainee priest," Aylin corrected, "You are not Meriteri's priest yet..."

The little priest looked bitter and glared at Aylin: "The trainee priest is also a priest, and I will be one soon!"

Looking at the beautiful face that was so cloudy and cloudy because of him just a short distance away, Aylin sighed helplessly in his heart:

Forget it, just take a few days off.

Apart from being a bit tortured and boring, it's not bad to open the 'Warlock's Memory' and listen to the lectures every day... right?

"Ahem~"

Vesemir coughed slightly, indicating that there were others in the room.

The young priest and Aylin followed the sound and looked over. In addition to Vesemir, a group of young demon hunters in their twelfth or thirteen years old were quietly standing next to each other. They poked their heads in an extremely difficult movement that not even a demon hunter could perform. The baby looked at the two of them curiously.

The little priest's face immediately turned red.

"I'll deliver the food basket."

She said so quietly that even Aylin, who had keen senses, could hardly hear her clearly, and trotted away in a hurry.

As soon as she opened the door, she turned back and warned: "Don't forget what you promised me, have a good rest and don't drink magic potions."

"I understand." Aylin nodded helplessly.

"Bang~"

The wooden door was gently closed.

"Don't look at me like that," Vesemir sat on the edge of the bed and gently rubbed Aylin's head. "You can't mess with an emotional woman, especially if she can stand up in theory. At that time, I realized this deeply.”

"Elaborate?"

"No," Vesemir shook his head, "You are still young, this is not something you can know."

"Too young? What secrets can the master witcher not listen to?"

"No," Vesemir said meaningfully, "Autumn is coming, and winter is not far away. Turning into a leech when it's cold is not a good experience."

Aelin: Huh?

Vera's signature spell is the leech transformation spell.

He seemed to have heard something extraordinary.

"Okay, let's not talk about the mess," Vesemir said seriously, "What happened last night? Didn't you say you just went to take a look?"

Aylin did not rush to speak, but looked behind Vesemir.

The seven young witchers were looking at him breathlessly.

"You guys go back first, don't be playful, and get some rest early." Vesemir turned around and ordered.

The young demon hunter suddenly complained.

"We want to hear it too, Captain."

"Yes, aren't we all family members of the Demon Hunter Corps? Why do family members keep secrets from family members?"

"Yeah yeah!"

Aylin was not angry and asked with a smile: "You want to know?"

"Of course." The young demon hunters' eyes lit up.

Aylin laughed twice: "When will you no longer be turned into statues and know nothing about it? When you are fast asleep, I will tell you everything I know."

The demon hunters looked bitter and their eyes were filled with resentment.

"Hahaha~" Vesemir laughed, "Aelin is right. Who dares to believe those sleepy and playful little brats? Don't go back. Just start training for me at the door."

"Clay, go and have a sword fight with Aasby, especially your steps. Ordinary ghouls can slip under your sword. Can you still be called a demon hunter..."

"Erni, you practice the Kunen Seal, and Krall practices the Igoni Seal. You are both talented in these two seals..."

"And Hugh, Spencer..."

In just a few words, Vesemir arranged a group of young demon hunters in order.

"Bang~"

After the wooden door closed, the sounds of competition and practice soon came from outside the house.

Vesemir looked away from the door and looked at Aelin.

Aylin pondered for a moment and said softly: "Last night, I killed a Wild Hunt!"

"Killed what?" Vesemir suspected that he heard wrongly, so he tilted his head and asked again.

"Wild Hunt..."

Wild Hunt?

Vesemil was stunned for a moment, his eyes subconsciously staying on Aylin's face, as if trying to tell whether he was joking with him.

He had heard the name Wild Hunt many times in his life.

Most of them are ancient poems written by third-rate bards in taverns. They are just non-essential items to accompany the meal with fine wine and red lips, and they are not very impressive.

After all, he is a demon hunter, and real, flesh-and-blood monsters are his targets.

Not in myths and legends.

That is an obstacle for the demon hunter to complete the commission. It is an obstacle caused by the stupid villagers explaining the unbelievable, denying responsibility, and covering up the crime. It will make the demon hunter stay away from the real goal and fall into unknown dangers unknowingly.

Until the floating port, the legend came true.

An unmasked legend left him only five steps away from death.

He remembers it very clearly, not one step too many, but one step too little.

If it weren't for his apprentice's explanation, it would even think it was divine punishment, even from the evil god.

Then came Elland. Half of the city was in flames. Even though he found a lot of information, he still heard the apprentice's careful explanation.

But to be honest, in his heart, has he really kicked the Wild Hunt off the altar?

No!

Never!

It was so powerful that it could easily destroy the city. Arzu, the creator of the demon hunter, was not so easy. Although he once destroyed half of Maribor because of a magic, he himself also died from the magic he cast at that time.

But wild hunting...

The Wild Hunt can so easily unleash spells that are more terrifying than the divine punishments in historical facts.

If that's not a god, what is it?

"Really... uh... I mean you are really sure..." Vesemir's pupils were shaking and he spoke without hesitation.

"Really." Aylin looked serious, "But that's because those two wild hunters were seriously injured before I met them."

"And the wizard of Ben Ad was also a big help to me at that time."

Now that Aylin thinks about it, he feels a little frightened.

To be honest, the Wild Hunt named Parnois could block his sudden sneak attack with the first blow, as well as the strength he showed later.

After killing Sera with [Demon Hunter], can Aylin really use [Demon Hunter] to kill Parnois again while he is in a crazy state?

Aelin didn't know.

This probably really depends on luck.

It depends on whether Parnois enters the "self-immolation" state first or whether [Demon Hunting] reaches full progress first.

Therefore, the wizards at Ban Ade Academy did use their lives to do him a big favor.

"Huh?" Vesemir scratched his head, "Did the wizard Ben Ard help you?"

They were all lingua franca, but he felt that every word Aylin spoke was more unfamiliar than the last.

"Is it the Wige Fortz we met before?" Vesemir thought of a possibility.

"Wilgefortz is here, but it's not him... uh... not any wizard..." Aelin said, "Forget it, let me start from the beginning..."

He lowered his head and pondered for a few seconds, then softly recounted the process of riding the Great Griffon to Ben Ad, from seeing the whole city on fire to deciding to land and asking about the situation...

Except for the one about being guided by fate, which Aylin concealed due to certain considerations and only said it was an accidental discovery, he followed almost all the processes.

The "closeness" between Vesemir and him is already very high. Except for those things that are too deeply involved in the Demon Hunting Notes, there is almost nothing that cannot be said to him.

Vesemir's expression also changed quickly as Aylin told him.

It is mentioned that the whole city of Ban Ad was on fire, which is a sign of consternation and the sorrow of a thing that harms its own kind.

Aelin frowned when he heard that he decided to land.

Hearing that he wanted to sneak into Ban Ade, he immediately frowned and opened his mouth, but in the end he did not interrupt.

It wasn't until he heard that Aylin had found the traces of the two Wild Hunts and decided to follow them that he reprimanded him in horror: "You are so courageous."

At the end, he heard that under Aylin's "dirty attack", Parnois fired a wave of fireballs and then self-destructed, finally killing the chasing wizard Ben Ad.

Vesemir instinctively leaned back and looked at him with a very complicated look.

Twelve to ten, this is not much different from the annihilation of the entire army.

Those who can be driven to track the Wild Hunt, and who can stand side by side with the demonic source Vilgefortz, must be the middle- and upper-class wizards of Ben Ad.

First the Wild Hunt, then Arryn...

Vesemir had some doubts. Is there really anyone in Ban Ade College now?

Even though he already looked up to Aylin very highly, he never thought that he could do this.

Thinking of what Aylin just said, Vesemir smacked his lips.

Wasn't it the wizard Ben Ard who did him a big favor?

Although they did not do so voluntarily...

"What's wrong?" Ailin asked strangely as he was stared at with mixed feelings.

"No wonder you said last night, 'Ban Ad, will no longer be a threat'..." Vesemir said.

Did I say this last night?

Aylin was stunned for a moment, and then he heard Vesemir take a deep breath and sigh meaningfully:

“I don’t know who came up with the nickname Blue Death, but it was actually given to the right person.”

"Vesemir!" Aylin's face darkened.

"Hahaha~" Vesemir laughed heartily.

After the laughter stopped, he patted his shoulder with a serious face and said solemnly:

"Don't take such risks next time. You said you were just going to have a look, so I allowed you to go. But now you are not only seriously injured, but you almost can't come back."

"Don't do this again next time, otherwise I won't be able to let you pass the travel trial."

"I understand, Vesemir." Aelin admitted his mistake very well.

"I'm serious." Vesemir was experienced and couldn't tell. This was an attitude of admitting his mistake, but he refused to repent.

He rarely gave Aylin a cold face and scolded:

"Think about it, what have you gained from this serious injury?"

"The wizard is dead, the Wild Hunt is dead, and then what?"

"You didn't get anything!"

Vesemir's voice suddenly increased: "Aelin, you got nothing!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sounds of fighting and practicing outside suddenly became much quieter.

Vesemir glanced out the window, took a deep breath, and then whispered:

"No matter how many Ben Ard wizards and Wild Hunts die, how can they be more important to the school than your life."

"Even if it's not for the school, think about Hughes, Bunt and Fred, think about Ms. Vera, think about Mary, think about...Lisa..."

"How sad would they be if you died?"

"When a person dies, there is nothing left..."

The candlelight flickered, shaking the blurred phantom, reflecting the narrow cabin into distinct layers.

Aylin was silent for a few seconds before he nodded solemnly, breaking the peace in the hut.

"I understand, Vesemir."

Vesemir nodded and did not dwell on it any further.

After all, can Vesemir really force his will on Arryn who can control the powerful wizard and the god-like Wild Hunt at his fingertips?

Perhaps the ups and downs of emotions were still making waves, and the cabin fell into calm again.

Until Aylin suddenly remembered something and asked:

"The Lord of the Wild Hunt, Eredin Brick Glass, left a message before he left..."

"...The Red Cavalry is very 'satisfied' with your hospitality. We will visit you again with a 'generous gift' after our souls are reincarnated twice to retrieve our treasure..."

"Vesemir, do you know what 'after two soul reincarnations' means?"

"After two soul reincarnations..." Vesemir frowned.

At this time.

"Good night, High Priest Ianna."

"Good night, Priest Nannik."

Outside the hut, the sound of the witchers practicing suddenly stopped, and there was a series of greetings.

"Good night, little ones," Ianna said.

"Squeak~"

The wooden door opens.

Ianna saw that the two demon hunters, one large and one small, were frowning in the room and asked curiously:

"What's wrong?"