Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

"...Little girl, is your brother's injury healed?"

"Ah! Goddess Meriteri is on top. The young man has recovered so quickly. It must be the goddess's blessing. It must be the goddess's blessing..."

"May Cliff's thunder strike down those bad guys who hurt you..."

…

If he hadn't passed through that layer of light five minutes ago, who would have thought that this place was just an illusion?

Francesca looked complicated.

Demon hunter Aylin walked straight forward along the main road of the Orchard without squinting.

But she herself couldn't help but respond to the warm and kind greetings of others.

Even though the witcher had told him, these people were just illusions.

Leaving Baiguoyuan along the road connecting the town, the slope of the road under their feet gradually increased.

"Aelin, how do you know where the target is?"

This question has been lingering in Francesca's mind for a long time.

After entering the illusion, the demon hunter's purpose was very clear. He ignored the villagers' greetings, didn't check the road signs, and just moved forward.

It was as if he already knew where the target they were looking for was.

All you have to do now is walk over.

But how is this possible?

Francesca was puzzled.

Seeing through illusions in a short period of time can also be explained by knowledge and ability.

After being in a coma for three days, I didn't collect clues or ask the villagers when I woke up...

Is it possible that there are geniuses who are born with the knowledge of finding people?

"I don't know where the target is!" Aylin turned his head and took a serious look at the elf, "But I know where I am going, there must be clues about the target."

"How did you find this clue?"

Under Francesca's confused gaze, Aylin instinctively looked in front of him.

Under the magic vision of the wolf emblem, a dotted line composed of black magic points floated in front of him.

"I live in Baiguoyuan, the one in reality, and the other one relies on the demon hunter..."

"The devil hunter's little trick?" Francesca continued.

"Yes, the devil hunter's little trick." Aylin laughed dryly.

Francesca sighed and wisely did not ask further questions about "how many tricks do demon hunters have?" Instead, she kept walking and asked in a daze:

"Paiguoyuan...Are these villagers also present in Baiguoyuan in real life?"

"Part of it is there, part of it is not. I have never met Aunt Asha, but I know the owner of the herbal medicine shop and bought medicine from him..."

Aylin turned his head to look at Francesca with a yearning look on his face, paused for a moment, and reminded:

"You know the relationship between Kaedwen and humans now, so..." Aelin considered his words, "So if you go there in reality, maybe the people there will not be as friendly as you think."

Not so friendly is actually an extreme euphemism.

Every adult man over thirty years old in Baiguoyuan has participated in at least one war against elves.

Every family has more or less relatives who have lost husbands, sons, fathers because of elves...

Not so friendly?

That is simply hatred as deep as the sea!

Moreover, the king's personal guards are still searching for these elves everywhere. For elves like Francesca to experience human life there, they are simply throwing themselves into a trap.

Francesca understood the hint in the witcher's words, and her eyes dimmed instantly.

"Why do humans point their swords at their teachers?"

"We have selflessly taught them the skills of magic, taught them how to identify medicinal materials, how to read the stars to identify directions, and taught them how to survive and reproduce from the claws and fangs of monsters..."

"But in the end, all this help was rewarded with swords and axes..."

"They used their brains that learned magic to think about how to take the land from us, and they used their martial arts skills honed under the claws and fangs of monsters to kill our people..."

Listening to Francesca's whispered accusation, the witcher did not respond.

Whether it is truly selfless teaching, he feels, remains to be investigated.

But after the "primary landing", when the celestial interaction sent humans to this world, humans did get a lot of help from the elves.

Such as magic.

The first batch of human sorcerers basically studied magic skills from elves.

Besides,

Humans and elves have intermarried on a large scale. Over the past few hundred years, most of the bloodlines of humans in the northern continent can be traced back to a certain elf.

Especially the upper class nobles of mankind.

They were even proud of their noble elven blood.

For a long time in the past, the elven bloodline brought elven allies to humans and brought a lot of assistance.

Therefore, humans are indeed not very authentic in persecuting elves who can be called "distant relatives".

certainly.

The Iron Sheedi family, also known as elves, are definitely not like the Virgin Mary that Francesca said.

After all, their fellow "Alder People" Ain El is fighting and plundering in various spaces in the name of Wild Hunt.

It is hard to imagine that the Ain Sheedi family, who inherited the same bloodline, are fairies in traditional stories that only know how to praise the beauty of nature.

The warlike gene is also ingrained in their blood.

There is evidence to support this in the history of the witcher world.

And it can be proven not because the evidence exists, but because the creature used as evidence has completely disappeared from the world of the witcher.

That's the goblin.

Before the elves came to this world, the goblins were the original inhabitants of this world.

And now what about those goblins?

If you want to see them now, you can only go to history books or some inaccessible mountain forest.

so.

As long as some races are declining and others are rising, war is inevitable.

As long as the human population continues to expand, wars against alien races are inevitable.

However, Aylin did not retort verbally. After all, he was a potential ally. He just knew it in his heart and there was no need to say it out loud.

And after all, he is not from this world.

No matter how many wrong things the humans here do, it has nothing to do with him as a human on Earth.

So Aylin was silent all the way.

Francesca didn't expect the fourteen-year-old witcher to answer.

But in the past three days, the friendliness of the short-lived humans made her feel the enthusiasm and warmth that she had never received from the tribe, which made her feel a little emotional.

Although...these human passions are just illusions.

Following the black magic point, they walked for more than ten minutes before the two of them involuntarily slowed down.

A heavily guarded castle appeared in front of them.

"Is this what it was like before the ruins?"

Aelin looked at the castle.

The city gate is properly installed on the city wall. The ivy at the corner of the city wall sprouts green buds. The birds stop on the ivy and watch the visitors.

This is the castle of Viscount Hudson.

Although it is an illusion.

"The black magic point starts from the castle ruins in reality and finally returns to the castle..."

An inexplicable sense of fate arises in the heart of the demon hunter.

"Are we there yet?"

Francesca looked at the heavily armed guards at the castle gate:

"This...are these people also an illusion?"

"Probably both." The witcher nodded and walked towards the castle without hesitation.

Francesca was stunned for a moment, then followed up in two or two steps. While keeping up with Aylin's pace, she asked curiously:

"Since it's all an illusion, why not go through the city wall?"

Aylin shook his head, pointed at the city gate in front of him and said:

"This is a cave entrance. To find the target, you can only go from here."

The city gate was still more than ten meters away from the two of them, so the mirage bead's ability to see through illusions was naturally not that far away.

But Aylin had long discovered a pattern.

Although the black element point can pass through the wall, it will not pass through the wall as long as there is a passage to pass through.

And it will not be affected by illusions and change the direction of fluttering.

Now that the element point enters the castle from the city gate, it naturally means that this is the only shortest route.

"Who!"

the castle guards shouted.

"Qiang!"

The sharp blade was pulled out of the scabbard, gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

Aylin was not affected and kept walking, but he could hear the pounding of his heartbeat in his ears.

That was Francesca's heartbeat.

Six knights drew their swords in front of them with full hostility. This scene was still a bit too exciting for a mage.

But the more exciting thing is yet to come.

Under Francesca's horrified gaze, the knights drew their swords, formed an attack formation, and rushed towards them.

The next second.

"Pfft~"

Francesca's eyes widened in horror.

The leading knight struck out with his sword, killing the hunter... the demon hunter...

One sword kills the head!

Blood spurted out from the section and directly hit Francesca's face.

The thick smell of blood assaulted his nostrils.

"Valley Daisy" was stunned for a moment.

"Ai...Ai Lin is dead..."

"He...didn't he say that it was all an illusion?"

However, before she could react, her right hand was suddenly held.

When she looked down, she saw the hand of a headless corpse holding her hand.

The head with blood spurting on the ground, its lips touching each other, seemed to be saying:

"...Close your eyes..."

"call!"

Before she could recover from her fright, another cold light pierced the air and struck her head.

Facing death, Francesca was stuck for a moment, and her mind went blank.

"...Close your eyes!"

A roar suddenly sounded from her ears.

Francesca came to her senses.

"Yes, this is all an illusion!"

then.

She closed her eyes obediently.

The next second.

"Pfft~"

There was an unusual sound.

Francesca only felt a slight pain in her neck.

It was very slight, like being pricked by a needle.

Before she could think about it carefully.

"Okay, open it!"

Aylin's voice sounded.

Francesca opened her eyes.

A beautifully carved fountain suddenly appeared.

The witcher was standing by the fountain, looking at her with a smile.

After Francesca was stunned for a moment, she touched the tingling neck, turned around and looked back.

Under the dark city gate, the guards turned their backs to her, guarding the castle as if they had never moved.

"It's really an illusion!"

Francesca subconsciously touched her slender neck again.

Aylin:?

What do you mean it's really an illusion...

"Have you never believed it before?" Aylin couldn't help but ask.

"Ah?" Francesca's eyes dodge, "I...of course I believe it..."

Aelin was skeptical.

But if you don't believe it and you break in with him, this question seems even weirder.

"But... then what? Now that we're in, where should we go to find our target?"

Francesca changed the subject.

After taking a look at her, Ailin didn't bother her anymore.

"Follow me."

He nodded, connected his mind to the wolf emblem, and followed the black magic point to the depths of the castle.

Many male servants, female servants, and guards hurried by along the way, but they all ignored Ailin and Francesca.

Francesca even passed through the bodies of several illusions a few times without noticing.

"Ai... Ailin..."

"Don't worry, the owner of the illusion knows we're here."

Ailin led the way with a normal expression.

In fact, he felt that the caster of the illusion should have discovered them three days ago.

After all.

The bandage that Ailin was wearing three days ago was real, and the degree of recovery of his physical injuries also proved that Ailin must have been carefully treated.

Although the one called "Grandma Asha" took away the bowl that Ailin had drunk medicine from.

But all of this is not something that can be done by illusions.

Therefore, it is easy to infer that the owner of the illusion has known their existence and has good intentions towards them.

"What?"

Francesca was surprised.

Ailin nodded and said his inference.

Francesca was silent after hearing this, and then silent again.

Until Ailin walked into the castle and came to the door of an ordinary room on the second floor of the castle, he did not say another word.

"It should be here."

Ailin whispered.

Long black element points floated from the corridor, and finally penetrated the wooden door in front of him and entered this ordinary room.

From the perspective of Mirage Pearl, this room may be the only real place in the entire Hundred Fruit Garden illusion.

Wooden doors, wall lamps, murals...

All elements are real.

They are here!

"Hiss~"

Ailin took a deep breath, stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"Dong~Dong~Dong~"

After the wooden door with delicate patterns was knocked.

Aylin and Francesca waited for a few seconds.

"Squeak~"

The wooden door opened.

Soft light shone from the room.

"Grandma Asha?"

Francesca was surprised.

Yes.

The old woman who claimed to have practiced medicine in the Temple of the Goddess Meliteli was standing behind the door, looking at them kindly.

"What's wrong, Francesca?"

"What do you want to see Grandma?"

Francesca was speechless for a moment, and she glanced at the demon hunter.

Aylin immediately understood, and she asked, "Didn't you say that Grandma Asha was also an illusion?"

"Ahem~"

The cough from the room interrupted the eye contact between Aylin and Francesca.

"Aisha, who is here?"

An old man's voice came from the room.

"It's a pair of distressed siblings I just met..."

Grandma Aisha looked at them apologetically and motioned them to come in and sit down.

Francesca seemed to have developed a habit, and when she heard Granny Asha's kind tone, she walked into the room obediently.

However, when Ailin subconsciously switched to the perspective of Mirage Pearl, he was stunned.

Blue eyes, blonde hair, long ears...

Under Granny Asha's old face, she actually had a stunningly beautiful face.

While seeing Granny Asha's true appearance, he subconsciously looked at Frances who was walking into the room, and wondered in his heart:

"Why does Granny Asha look so much like Francesca?"