Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

The sun was blazing, sending golden rays of light into the gaps between the tall sycamore leaves, casting flickering spots of light on the road in front of the temple.

Although it was midsummer, the temperature was not too hot because Elland was facing Mahakam.

On the contrary, because of the lush branches and leaves of the sycamore, walking on the road down the mountain, facing the cool breeze, the climate was very comfortable.

After leaving the temple, Aylin and Lysa walked in silence for a long time, as if they had suddenly become strangers.

But to be honest, the total time they spent together might not even be a week.

"A month ago, you left from the gate of Elland and returned to Kaer Morhen. I thought I would have to wait until at least next year to see you again."

Lysa put the hair on her forehead that was messed up by the wind behind her ears: "That place is really far from Elland. It's all on the edge of the map revised by the temple."

"I didn't expect to come back so soon..."

Aylin smiled bitterly. He originally planned to concentrate on improving the strength of the Demon Hunting Corps after returning to Kaer Morhen.

Even if you want to find a commission to hunt monsters and earn points, it is roughly around the Ancient Sea Fortress.

Who would have thought that after going down the mountain, you would encounter Vigfortz using the Transfiguration Sealing Device, and Ms. Vera happened to be out.

"A friend of the Wolf School was caught in the vortex of the war between Kaedwen and Aedirn, and sent a letter for help. After that, many things happened, and then..." Ailin spread his hands, "We had to come."

"War..." Lysa, who was wearing a white short-sleeved linen shirt, paused and asked a little unnaturally, "Who wins and who loses? I mean between Kaedwen and Aedirn..."

"Currently it's Aedirn. When we left the southern border of Kaedwen, Kaedwen had lost almost all the fortresses along the Pontar River." Ailin looked up and recalled.

"Is that so..." Lysa murmured in a low voice, and her tone made it difficult to tell whether she was in a good or bad mood.

Ailin noticed the abnormality of the little priest, and then suddenly remembered her life experience.

Lysa's father is the Viscount of Kaedwen, and according to the information revealed by Vesemir when they were still in the Orchard, Viscount Hudson is also the purest military noble.

The country that my dead father defended all his life is ruled by the descendants of the enemy who killed his family...

Alin thought about it and changed the subject a little stiffly: "How is life in the temple? It's been so long, are you still adapting?"

"Ah?" Lysa was stunned, looked at Arlin, and smiled, "It's pretty good. Nenneke and Sister Ianna, and other priests are all taking good care of me."

"And I'm quite talented in divine arts. I learned basic divine arts such as healing in less than a week. Other apprenticeship courses take at least a month to learn..."

"But Nenneke and Sister Ianna generally don't let us use divine arts on the wounded. They say that herbs combined with treatment are the best way to heal..."

Speaking of her life in the temple, Lysa suddenly became much more cheerful, and told Arlin about her experiences in the past few months one by one without reservation.

There was an indescribable brilliance in her eyes, and anyone could see at a glance that she really liked her life as a priest apprentice.

Listening, Aylin felt as if he was following her every day as the sun rose and set, regularly learning divine arts, medical skills and doctrines, carefully assisting the older priests to heal every wounded person, and accepting their thanks and blessings.

There were even many praying women along the way, whether they were poor or rich, and they all greeted him respectfully.

This was not something that had nothing to do with him.

He truly saw that the girl he rescued from the abandoned mine and the fake orchard was living a good life and had the energy to save other people's lives.

Aylin turned his head and looked at Lysa.

It was really difficult for him to connect this peaceful, quiet and respected girl in front of him with the rebellious girl who wanted to go to Kaer Morhen and become a witcher for revenge.

The feelings were very complicated and difficult to express in words.

In this way, during the conversation, the two followed the tree-shaded corridor where the crowds of people and horses gradually became denser, and soon walked to the junction of the temple area and the city area.

It was here that Arlin's ears moved and he couldn't help but slow down his pace.

"What's wrong?" Lisa asked curiously.

Arlin turned his head and looked at her with a complicated expression: "I seem to know why they asked me to come."

Lisa was startled, and subconsciously looked at the three-story red brick building in front of her that blocked her view. After a moment of hesitation, she smiled: "I almost forgot that you demon hunters have much better hearing than ordinary people like us."

The two stopped talking.

Quietly, as if afraid of disturbing something, they walked around the three-story red brick building.

The flower sea of ​​May Festival is no longer magnificent, but it doesn't look like the ruins a month ago.

A long stone path is crowded with scaffolding on both sides.

Workers are busy building and repairing houses, and the owners are helping.

Those whose doors are intact have plain white flowers on their doors and windowsills.

After the disaster, the vigorous vitality of human beings is just like the weeds in the wilderness. No matter the sun, wind, fire or rain, they can't stop the weeds like "human beings" from growing desperately.

The vigorous vitality overflows, shocking.

But what surprised Ailin was more than that.

Five naughty children, holding wooden sticks, were fighting with each other, and three of them had white linen sheets on their heads.

"Pah~"

"Pah~"

The random clash of sticks was mixed with the hammering of nails.

"Don't run! You damn monsters, quickly eat my sword, the unparalleled blue death in the world, King Elland's knight hero Ellin! My sword is named Elsa, and it is made of Made of pure silver, it can knock you all to pieces with just one sword strike."

"Ah - have mercy on me, Blue Death...ah...it hurts, it hurts...Why are you really hitting me, Noi?"

"Ah! Call me Lord Blue Death Aelin!"

"No, I've been beaten so many times by you, I have to pay it back."

"Ah! It hurts - damn demon spirit, how dare you? I am the blue death god Ai...ah... David, Hengst, you hit me so many times... It hurts... why do you still hit me? …”

Aylin, the unparalleled knight hero of Blue Death May Day King Elland, was carrying two swords on his back and stared at this scene blankly.

To be honest, Aylin, who was looked at by Lysa with half-smiling eyes, listened to the child's embarrassing words, and the first thought that came to Aylin's mind was to correct the child's words.

Although Elsa's sword is silver, it is not actually pure silver, but is made of many metals more precious than silver.

Pure silver is too soft to be forged into weapons.

Then he suddenly laughed.

Who would have thought that one day he would become "Nie Feng" and "Bu Jingyun" played by children, and Elsa would become a "peerless sword".

"How does it feel?" Lysa asked with a smile.

"Um..." Aylin thought for a while, "I can't put it into words, it's just...it's amazing."

Lysa opened her mouth lightly, as if she wanted to ask something more.

The children not far away had already been beaten from one end of the long street to the other, and there were even conflicts.

"You've been the Blue Death all morning, it's our turn."

"I'll give it to you this afternoon... ah... I'll fight... the black-hatted demon hunter Vesemir, the unparalleled blue death in the world, the May Festival King Elland, the knight hero Aelin summons you, come and help you. Master, destroy these demon spirits.”

The child called "Vesemir" turned out to be real. He yelled "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" and joined the battle while waving a wooden stick that was slightly curved and not straight enough in "Aelin's" hand.

"Puch~" A chuckle came from beside him.

Aylin shrugged helplessly: "Fortunately, Vesemir didn't follow..."

He could hardly imagine how embarrassing it would be to see this scene if he came with Vesemir...

But to be honest, he didn't know why, deep down in his heart, he was quite looking forward to it.

What a bad witcher he is!

Lysa stared at Aylin, who was focused on watching the children playing, for a long time. When he seemed to notice it and turned his head, she suddenly said: "Let's go, I will take you to the next place."

"Well...be careful!"

He reached out between the lightning and flints, stopped him from being chased by a group of "demon spirits", fled in panic, bumped into Lysa in a hurry, screamed in surprise, "Aelin" who was about to fall, grabbed it with his left hand and was about to hit Lysa. of wooden sticks.

Doudin "Demon Spirit" also ran over at this time. Knowing that they seemed to be in trouble, he slowed down and walked over slowly with his head lowered.

"Really Ailin wouldn't be so reckless."

Ailin gently lifted the bean "Ailin" and placed it gently on the ground.

"Hmph! Thank you! But you are not the Blue Death. How do you know that Aylin is not like me?" Bean "Aylin" was helped up, and he was quite unconvinced, "And just now it was just the 'demon spirit' who was despicable. The more the land bullies the less.”

"Really Ailin will not shirk responsibility!" Ailin said.

Little Douding patted his clothes and was thinking about how to explain the stains on his new clothes to his mother. When he heard the people around him saying Ai Lin, he immediately contradicted him unhappily:

"Why are you like this? Aylin is you..."

The words were not spoken yet.

He suddenly discovered that three "demon spirits" wrapped in white sheets were looking behind him with wide eyes, taking a few steps back in panic, still muttering in a low voice:

"Blue eyes...cat-like eyes...is he...is he..."

"But all demon hunters carry double swords..."

Naturally, there is no need to disguise in Elland, but it was urgent to leave Aedirn, and there were no plans to go hunting today, so Aylin did not change his attire, and still looked like a mercenary with a sword on his waist and a red wallet. .

As for the eyes, there are no...

But to be honest, if you don’t look carefully, you really can’t notice it.

Doudin "Ailin" suddenly turned around and raised his head, his eyes widened, and he finished in one breath.

"Ah! The unparalleled Blue Death May Day King Elland's knight hero Aelin is alive!"

True Aelin:?

When did I die?

"Really Aelin?"

Several "demon spirits" were stunned, and the sheets covering their heads fell to the ground.

They had never seen him in person, but Noe had indeed seen him, and it was said that he had seen him several times during May Day and Elland's funeral.

Otherwise they wouldn't have let him be the first to be "Aylin".

"I am Aylin, but I am not Aylin, the unparalleled knight in the world and the May Day king of Elland, the Blue Death." Aylin waved his hand helplessly, "I don't have such a long name prefix."

"Besides, Vesemir is my mentor, not my pet."

The nonsense-talking middle school kid has already come up to me, and it is still necessary to correct him.

"Puch!" Another uncontrollable chuckle came from beside him.

Dou Ding "Erin" widened his eyes, which were as bright and gentle as a young deer, and swallowed nervously.

Then, for some reason, his eyes suddenly turned downwards, paused for a second at the straight wooden stick in Erin's hand, and moved to the silver sword at his waist, and then boldly took a step closer.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Erin said in surprise.

Although these children kept saying that they played him and liked him, after seeing his unusual eyes and knowing his name, they stepped back a long way.

"Not afraid!" Dou Ding "Erin" shouted, "My mother said that in the world... the demon hunter Erin is the great hero who saved Elland."

Then he moved a little closer, his eyes glued to Erin's silver sword: "Is this sword Elsa?"

"She is so beautiful!"

Erin lowered his head.

Not only was the entire blade of the silver sword Elsa in the sheath, but the counterweight, hilt and hilt were also tightly wrapped in bandages.

The whole was gray and inconspicuous.

"Can I... can I touch her?" The big dark eyes looked at Aylin pitifully.

Aylin looked at the smiling Lisa and nodded helplessly.

"Dou Ding" Aylin widened his eyes in surprise, wiped his hands on his clothes solemnly, and then with a firm look like a pilgrimage, his small right hand, as big as an egg, gently touched the bandage on the hilt of Elsa's sword.

Touch and withdraw.

Then screamed "Ah! I touched Elsa!" "Ah! I touched Elsa!", raised his right hand like a torch, and ran back to show off to his friends.

"Vesemir" and "the spirits" looked envious and eager to try, but no one dared to get closer.

Aylin smiled gently, turned back and looked at Lisa expectantly: "Let's go, where are we going next?"

"Follow me."

Next, they went to many places.

The bard in the tavern played the lute and sang "The Death Knight from the North"

"...He came from the north...He came from the north..."

"...The blue cat pupils opened and closed, and the death came at the call..."

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

"...He used this sword to kill the goblin, the water ghost, and everyone's fear..."

In the city square of Elland, the skilled gardeners used flowers of different colors in the newly built large flowerbed in the center of the square to form "The Demon Hunter with Blue Cat Eyes".

The blue eyes were made of precious blue roses from Toussaint and far south, Nasser.

From the lower city to the upper city, exquisite wood carvings of demon hunters carrying double swords can be seen everywhere in the street corners and alleys, and there are often a large group of children as old as "Alin" around them.

Some people even carved his image on the wooden door.

...

If it weren't for the fact that Arlin was not just a 14-year-old demon hunter boy, I would know that his image was so widespread, mostly because of the old duke's recognition, and perhaps this recognition was also mixed with political purposes, using his image to boost the confidence of the citizens.

Who knows if he really lost himself in this place where his traces were everywhere.

On the way back, we walked to the corner of the red brick building in the temple area and the city area.

Lysa smiled and patted the demon hunter lightly, who seemed to be floating in the clouds:

"The great hero who saved Elland, the whole city is full of your legend."

"So don't you think about it again?"

"Do you want to choose to stay?"