Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

night.

The moon and stars are sparse.

Everything was silent except for the chirping of insects. Two figures carrying two swords were walking in the deserted wilderness.

"I taught you tracking..." Vesemir looked complicated, and followed Aylin slowly, "But now I can't understand it anymore. If I didn't know who you are, I would even suspect that you are You are perfunctory with me and don’t want to save Ernie and Klar..."

The tracking technique he taught Aylin relied on the demon hunter's unique olfactory mutant organ.

It is very useful to deal with smelly monsters such as water ghosts and ghouls, bloody and messy murder scenes, or closed spaces.

But in this kind of wilderness, they are chasing unharmed and odorless humans.

Tracking has no effect on this.

Of course, he made the decision to chase after the young demon hunter at night and rescue the young demon hunter. Naturally, there was nothing he could do if he lost the trace.

It's just that it will be very slow to carefully identify the footprints and horse hoof prints left by those two people.

At least……

In this wilderness where weeds were overgrown and traces of traces were easily covered by nature, there was no way to be like Aylin, who only lowered his head half-way and walked at a pace that was almost the same as usual.

It was like there was an invisible hound guiding the way on the ground that was covered with plants and not even illuminated by the moonlight.

"Just some little tricks..." Aylin looked at the ground, where the red horse's four hooves moved forward silently.

"Little tricks? Can I learn them?"

Aylin's figure was inconspicuously stagnant: "Then...I'm afraid that won't work."

The tracking of the special skill bar is more like the chip modification installed in the body in cyberpunk, rather than his own skills.

Just as [Demon Hunting] cannot be taught to others, tracking cannot be taught.

"It's okay, I just... asked..." Vesemir suddenly thought of something, or paused as if he wanted to change the subject, "Just now you judged that the damn wizard used the Transformation Sealing Curse. You also left provocative messages in my room, is this the same technique?”

"Yes." Aylin nodded.

"The Witcher's Eyes are so good," Vesemir said with envy in his tone, but then he sighed, "I don't know if you are lucky or not..."

It's been a long time since I've heard anyone say the ancient term "Eye of the Demon Hunter".

Aylin was stunned for a few seconds when he first heard about it before he realized that the master witcher had misunderstood that "tracking" was caused by the "Eye of the Demon Hunter", an ability that was made up by the chief to cover up his identity as the "Son of Miracle" , brought.

Hearing this word, Aylin suddenly pictured a decadent middle-aged man with black hair and gray eyes in his mind.

"I don't know if Chief Soy has recovered from Haxo's betrayal and death."

Since returning to Kaer Morhen, he had vaguely noticed that the chief's attitude toward him seemed to have changed.

When he was training his apprentices, he would often stand on the sidelines of the apprentice training field and observe, but not to observe the apprentice's progress, but... to observe him...

[Want to be the chief? 】

The deep and hoarse voice echoed in my mind.

"What's wrong?"

Vesemir noticed that the breath of the demon hunter carrying the two swords in front of him was rising and falling strangely.

"Nothing." Aylin shook his head and continued moving forward.

Let’s get down to business first…

If the demon hunters under him can't protect him well, why should he be the chief?

The 800 meters mentioned in Wigfortz's letter was not far away. Not long after walking, the two of them saw the black jagged birch forest under the moonlight.

It's just that this is just the place where the letter says we will meet at noon tomorrow.

In the empty forest, there are only the towering calls of some birds and beasts, but no breath of human life.

Wilgefortz and the witch were just passing through here, not camping here.

fortunately.

They didn't use the portal to teleport away.

The red footprints did not disappear here, but bypassed the woods and walked onto the road leading to Vengerberg.

"Wilgefortz obviously looks down on us," Aelin continued to look at the road, "so the preparations for vigilance will definitely not be taken seriously."

"I have a set of magic props that can make you invisible and silenced. When you get to the place, you can hide it while I wait..."

"You can also give me the invisibility and noise-cancelling props, and I will sneak in while you hide aside..." Before he could finish the arrangement, Vesemir interrupted dissatisfiedly, "Is it possible that you are afraid that I will steal the props and escape?" Can’t do it?”

"Of course not," Aylin smiled bitterly, but he had already expected it, "But in addition to the invisibility and silencer props, I also have mirage beads that can create illusions..."

"I also……"

Seeing that the master demon hunter was still trying to argue back, Aylin interrupted: "Only I can use the mirage bead. This is a magic circle created specially by Ms. Vera..."

"Invisibility and silencer props are enough..." Vesemir wanted to argue again.

"I also know some of the assassination steps of the Cat School, and understand some of the weaknesses of wizards..." Before he finished speaking, Aylin immediately followed the skills of the two-handed sword of the Cat School and moved lightly.

In an instant, he landed firmly on one foot like a wild cat, stepping on the wasteland overgrown with weeds and twigs, making no sound.

Even more peculiar.

Not only did Vesemir not hear the footsteps, but the normal bone friction and noise during movement, and even the sound of breathing were inaudible.

Vesemir was stunned and silent for a few seconds, his dark golden pupils standing straight in shock.

It's not like he hasn't dealt with demon hunters from the Cat School before.

There are only a handful of demon hunters of the Cat School who can achieve such skills as Aylin, and maybe only Teresius, the leader of the Cat School, can do it.

"You...why did you learn...not...where did you learn those scumbag skills?"

Vesemir looked at Aelin's leather boots stepping on a broken branch and stuttered.

"It's nothing to think about."

"Is it okay...thinking about it?" Vesemir was speechless.

Is it possible to reach this level without thinking about it?

No matter how much they look down on the Cat School, the Master Demon Hunters have never denied that they are superb and difficult in their killing skills.

The training methods of the Cat School are fundamentally different from theirs, so how could they learn so easily?

But when Vesemir opened his mouth to refute something, he thought of Aylin's achievements in Wolf School swordsmanship, sigils, alchemy, and refining medicine.

Especially refining medicine.

It can directly and permanently increase the perception of a master demon hunter by nearly one-fifth, and it also comes with magic potions for agility and magic...

Can the bloody red fox Vera refine such a magic potion?

Hang!

Vesemir thought for a moment and shook his head inwardly.

If it could be refined, Vera's character would have been revealed to the world long ago.

so……

Being able to refine such a magical potion... What level of alchemy is Aylin like who could refine such a magical potion within half a year?

With such a talent, why can't he "figure out" those rubbish murderous sword skills?

After thinking about it clearly, Vesemil suddenly closed his mouth with an ugly look on his face.

After a while, he said:

"Why spend time pondering those scum's dirty killing techniques? Demon hunters only need to..."

"Just hunting monsters?" Aylin answered skillfully.

After being interrupted, Vesemir was stunned for a moment and nodded.

"But I'm going to need it soon," Aylin sighed, "And in the foreseeable future, there will be places where these dirty sword skills will be used. I guess... there will probably be no less..."

Vesemir was silent.

The coolness of the moonlight.

It was obviously a hot summer day, but the frost-like moonlight shone through the thin clouds and shone on my body, which made me feel strangely chilly.

"I'm your traveling instructor, so it's better for me to go."

"No, you are not anymore, Vesemir." Aylin smiled, "You said this yourself this afternoon." Vesemir was immediately disturbed and patted his shoulder hard in annoyance.

"Pa~"

There was a crisp sound.

Aylin lowered his shoulders in cooperation.

But Vesemir didn't laugh.

"That's the source of magic...it's too dangerous."

"It's not dangerous. I'm well prepared." Aylin turned back with a firm look in his eyes, "The safety of Erni and Krall is the most important... you know... I am the most suitable person."

Vesemir stopped talking.

Aelin then knew that he had agreed.

"Don't worry, I'm sure of it," he comforted. "If they are not discovered, it would be best if they save Ernie and leave alone, but if they are discovered..."

"You deal with the possible sorceress, and I'll deal with Wigfortz. If the battle there ends early, you can come and help me."

Vesemir still said nothing.

Aylin did not force an answer, he knew that Vesemir would definitely make the right choice when the time came.

Leaving the birch forest, the two demon hunters were worried that they were not far away from Vilgefortz, so they stopped talking.

In the air there is only the whine of summer insects, deliberately light footsteps, and the whistling of the wind.

until……

Aylin, who was following the red kick marks with his head lowered, suddenly felt someone tap him lightly on his back.

Stop for a moment.

Then he only had time to turn around and catch a glimpse of the dark golden beast's eyes, so he closed his mouth, followed Vesemir's pull on the scabbard, and quietly hid in the weeds on the roadside.

"What's wrong?" Aylin, who was hiding in the weeds, gestured with his eyes.

Vesemir pointed his index finger at his ear, then looked towards the end of the road.

The next moment.

Aelin didn't need to ask.

"Ding ding~"

A crisp but slightly urgent ringtone spread from the great darkness in the south.

To be honest, at night, in this empty wilderness...

This ringtone is simply like the death-calling ringtone in ghost legends from previous lives, weird and spooky.

Vesemir and Arryn looked at each other.

If you were an ordinary person, you might think this was some kind of ghost.

But a demon hunter with abundant monster knowledge naturally knows that this does not conform to the characteristics of any kind of demon-like monster.

What's more, there is a possibility with a higher probability...

Helplessly reading from Vesemir's joking expression, "It seems there is no need for us to fight over who is lurking and who is waiting." Aelin followed the direction from which the faint ringing sound came, feeling confused in his heart.

Is this ringtone really from Vilgefortz?

"Ding ding ding~"

The urgent ringing is getting closer.

At the end of the road, a light point appeared in mid-air.

"Lighting Technique..." Aylin's heart moved and he glanced at Vesemir.

No doubt about it…

At this time, a wizard who could use light magic appeared near the King of Aedirn, which rejected wizards. He could only kidnap the demon hunter's source of magic, Vilgefortz.

But isn’t the time agreed on on the chiffon paper tomorrow noon?

What is this ringtone?

Are they here to find us?

Every move he made seemed arrogant, as if Vigfortz, who could not escape even if they resisted, would cheat and deliberately leave provocative remarks to lower their vigilance and facilitate a sneak attack at night?

This... this doesn't make sense?

Both witchers looked confused.

But it happened, and the eerie sound of the bells was getting closer and closer to them.

Gradually, the sound of horse hooves could be heard clearly by the two hunters.

Two horses, meeting the characteristics.

Now there is only one problem!

The plan to secretly rescue the young witcher was broken by an unexpected situation. What should we do now?

Ambush!

Aelin and Vesemir looked at each other.

The dark gold and azure cat pupils revealed a violent and murderous light at the same time.

The moonlight was bright.

Even without using the cat's eye potion, the witcher could see the enemy clearly in the dim light.

But wizards are different. No matter how powerful a wizard is, he cannot see at night.

Good opportunity!

"Swish~"

With the slight friction sound, they gently hid behind themselves again to avoid being illuminated by the light spell and alerting the enemy in advance.

The lurking demon hunters quietly took out the giant ghoul decoction from the medicine bag and drank it at the same time.

Gently opened the stopper of the blizzard bottle and held the blizzard in his mouth.

Then he held the silver sword in his right hand and placed the north wind bomb in his left hand.

The posture was not good-looking, but it was related to his companions, apprentices and family, and the demon hunter just wanted to win.

"Ding Ding Ding~"

Hold your breath and squint your eyes to prevent the cat pupils from reflecting at night and alarming the enemy.

The two horses were getting closer and closer.

With the corner of his eye, he could vaguely see the figures of two people on the horse under the light spell.

The demon hunter even heard two voices, a man and a woman, discussing.

"...Ban Ade...people..."

"...Heng Gedimidis...Senni...go...to the Council..."

...

The discussion was intermittent at first because of the distance, and then gradually became clear.

"The seven demon hunters are not the reason for the abnormality of Ilar's star illusion. Their shadows are very clear in the illusion..." the man said.

"Do you think the problem lies with the remaining two demon hunters?" the woman echoed.

"I don't know, but it's possible. Of course, I prefer that Ilar's star illusion itself has some parameters that we haven't explored yet..."

"Does this make you more excited?"

"Yes," the man laughed heartily, "If that's the case, this trip can be said to be a great harvest, as long as..."

"Catch the two fish that slipped through the net to verify."

...

The woman seemed to like this game of one-on-one, guessing the man's intention or words in advance, and the crisp and pleasant laughter was very pleasant.

The two demon hunters certainly liked it too.

It would be best if the enemy's attention was distracted during an ambush.

Closer... Closer...

When the bright ball of light passed by, the demon hunter's eyes widened and he clenched his sword tightly.