Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

"My memory is very good. The shape of the soil here is different from that in the spell."

As he said this, Miguel still inserted his hand into the dark soil.

There are many spells that can dig the soil, and even rough movement with mental power alone can be done very carefully with their abilities at this level.

But Miguel seemed to be worried that the fluctuation of the spell would allow a dead object to escape, and it seemed that if he used the ability that matched his identity as a wizard, his own suspicion would come true.

Just using his hands, like an ordinary farmer, he turned the soil very carefully and meticulously.

Wet soil, rotten insect corpses, and even living earthworms poked their heads out, twisting their slippery body...

But there was nothing they were looking for.

"Pah~"

The body of the earthworm was crushed, and dark red meaty pieces burst out.

Then he continued to dig with his hands.

Vigoforts wanted to help, but was rejected by Miguel and could only watch.

Watching his finger being cut by the stone and bleeding, fine blood beads seeping into the soil, he stopped only after digging a pit half a meter deep and one meter wide, and calmly summoned various ritual materials.

Water divination, fire divination, viscera divination...

Complex divination methods, but none of them worked.

In the water divination, their own faces were reflected, and in the viscera divination, there was only a vague and meaningless mass of flesh and blood. Fire divination... If Vigofortz hadn't been paying attention all the time, the flames would have almost burned Miguel's already tattered robes.

In silence, calmness gradually burned into piercing despair.

Then Miguel looked at Vigofortz in a deadly manner.

Vigofortz didn't speak, but nodded solemnly and waved his staff.

Ilar's stars once again constructed a hazy white illusion.

The Wild Hunt arrived, buried the black stone, and then left.

At a certain moment, the illusion did suddenly change, as if the moment in the middle was stolen by someone.

Miguel did not ask Vigfortz why the illusion suddenly changed inexplicably.

All the divinations did not show results, which was a result in itself.

"There must be someone who came before us." Miguel stared at the illusion, eager to see a figure in it, "He is very special, fate is covering for him... and not only did he dig out the treasure before us..."

He looked up, as if recalling...

[...Dh'oine...you can kill her...you dare to kill her...]

"There have been signs for a long time," Miguel sighed, and his mood seemed to be much better, "our Ban Ade will be used by others one day and suffer such heavy losses..."

"Mister Miguel, do you think someone killed another wild hunter before us and then put the blame on us?" Vigfortz asked calmly.

Miguel nodded.

He stared at the pit on the ground in silence for a long time.

He suddenly pointed at the illusion of the half-covered earth pit, tilted his head and stared at Vigfortz:

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

...

"Li——"

Good girl, let me sleep a little longer...

"Li!"

So aggressive...

No, a good girl wouldn't call me that, then who is she threatening, who is she warning against?

The body was falling, floating in the air.

"Erin!"

It was Vesemir, his tone was much more urgent than usual.

So...it was Vesemir who was confronting the great griffin...why?

"Li!"

"Great...great griffin," Vesemir's voice was filled with fear. He was afraid of the great griffin, but he was also comforting the great griffin, but his tone could not hide his anxiety, "Where is Erin? Where is he? Didn't he come back with you?"

"Viser..." The voice came from the right, Erin wanted to raise his right hand and say hello, but he couldn't sense where his body was at all.

The soul seemed to have drifted away from the body.

But fortunately, Vesemir seemed to hear something.

"Alin! Alin! Are you there? What's wrong with you?" He shouted anxiously, and the voice quickly approached.

"Cry!"

The big griffin was warning.

"Whoosh--puff--"

Amid the whistling wind, Alin could hear the sound of heavy objects hitting the tree trunk and the screams of the witcher master.

"Good...good girl..." After screaming, Vesemir was still trying to get closer.

"Cry! Cry!"

The big griffin's voice became more and more irritable and aggressive.

Only then did Alin realize what he should do.

[Good girl...]

He comforted in his mind.

[Vesemir is a friend. ]

"Cry?"

[Yes, his name is Vesemir, and he is a trustworthy person. ]

"Cry~"

The sound of the wings flapping violently stopped.

"Good...good girl?" Vesemir was cautious.

Alin suddenly felt his body lighten and fell into a cold embrace.

Not only was it cold, but it was also very uncomfortable.

Those are the steel nails on the wrist guards, the leather bag on the chest, and the rivets on the shoulder and chest guards.

The Wolf School Master Set is all in this shape.

But Aylin never knew that the embrace of a demon hunter was so uncomfortable and so unsuitable for hugging.

Or maybe demon hunters should not have close people worth hugging. They are just a group of killing machines that hunt monsters for humans, and they are always wanderers walking in the wilderness...

"Hiss~"

Aylin cried out softly.

The steel nail on Vesemir's left wrist pressed against his lower back, causing the wound to radiate with intense pain as if an electric current had flowed through it.

Cold sweat started to flow down his face.

"What's wrong, Aelin?!!"

The master witcher's voice was urgent and even a little sharp, full of panic.

Aelin wanted to speak, but he was too weak to say anything.

【I'm back. 】

Only then did he think that he should have returned to the Meriteli Temple... No... it should be the mountain behind Mahakam outside the temple...

But why is Vesemir here?

Without enough time to think about it, he vaguely felt that he was being held in someone's arms and moved quickly. The howling wind in the forest brought the unique aroma of the temple, which made people feel peaceful.

Gradually, a certain kind of gentle warmth flowed into the body along with the wind, making Aylin feel comfortable and drowsy.

"Aelin!"

A pair of strong hands grabbed him and kept shaking him. The footsteps came one after another, like thunder, and the indistinct voices roared like the roar of a waterfall.

He snorted dissatisfiedly.

"Ai Lin! Wake up!!" A rough hand patted his face gently, "Wake up! Don't sleep! Can you hear me?"

There were many voices talking together, making it noisy.

Aylin suddenly discovered that the originally irritating embrace had been replaced by a hard and smooth treatment table, but it was not cold, but instead had a comfortable warmth.

"Meritelli, come on! What's going on! I saw him lively and active on a date with Lysa this morning..."

"Yes! At noon, he ate three baskets of bread in the cafeteria, which scared those pregnant women..."

"Speaking of dates, where's Lysa? She..."

The words have not yet fallen.

There was a sound of rapid footsteps.

"ah!"

The frightened screams were followed by even more panicky steps.

Then Aylin suddenly fell into a soft embrace.

He was enveloped in the fresh scent of eucalyptus, the scent of a healing ointment for which Meriteli Temple was famous.

"Ai Lin! Ai Lin! Are you okay?" the little priest called, grabbing his hand.

Suddenly, a warm current similar to the one on the way came in, making Ailin feel a lot more comfortable.

He felt that his body seemed to have a lot of strength, and he was about to speak to comfort Lesa.

"If you continue to panic like this, something will happen to him..." Ianna's serious voice came from outside.

"High Priest..."

"High Priest..."

Everyone in the room said hello.

"Meleteli!" Ianna said angrily, "Your Wolf School's demon hunters are really capable! We haven't seen you for a long time!"

"He is only a fourteen-year-old boy. Is there anyone else in your Wolf School?"

"It's my problem, High Priest Ianna." Vesemir's voice was filled with self-blame.

"Ahem~"

Aylin wanted to defend the master witcher, but all he heard was weak coughs.

"Aelin!!!"

There were screams of surprise.

"Okay, I know it has nothing to do with Vesemir, so just lie down!" Ianna patted Aylin's hand gently and sat in front of the treatment bed.

"Get out of the way, Lysa, you are not suitable to participate in this therapy."

The little priest was anxious: "Why? In the past..."

"In the past, what?" Ianna interrupted rudely, "In the past, you were as impatient as you are today? Are you so out of proportion?"

There were snickers from women all around.

The soft and fragrant embrace quietly left. Aylin tried his best to open his eyes, but only saw hazy and broken shadows.

"Lie still!" Ianna patted his leg, causing him to hiss in pain.

"The high priest is here, everything will be fine."

It was Nannick's voice, and Lysa's faint sobs.

"Shasha~"

The mysterious energy along the way and the warmth transmitted by Lysa gave Aelin much stronger control over his body.

He could feel himself being carefully undressed by Vesemir.

At a certain moment, my whole body suddenly felt cold.

"Hiss~"

Almost at the same time, a soft hiss of gasping air could be heard from all around.

Everyone whispered.

"Wow! The knight of Elland has such a good figure!"

"What are you thinking about? That's Lysa's person!"

"As expected of a witcher of the Wolf School, with clear muscle lines and well-proportioned bones... Lysa will be blessed in the future..."

"Yeah yeah!"

…

"Quiet!" At this time, Ianna seemed to realize that there seemed to be too many people in the treatment room. "Everyone who is not relevant should leave here...I didn't mention you Lysa...you can stay..."

"Although you are not allowed to assist in treatment, you must study hard..."

Yianna paused and said in a meaningful tone: "In the future, you may often have to deal with injuries like this..."

"That's right~"

"That's right~"

"Study hard, Lysa!"

Some voices that were leaving teased.

"Aunt Ianna~" Lysa muttered dissatisfiedly.

But she stopped sobbing.

Since the high priest still had the intention to joke, Aylin's injury must not be serious.

"Slight burns... scrapes... these will certainly not make the witcher's body so weak..."

The cold hands started from the cervical spine and moved downward along the muscles of his back, making him shiver uncontrollably.

Then a familiar energy seeped into the place he was touching.

"Muscle fascia rupture...internal bleeding...Meleteli is on top...With such a serious injury, considering the body of the demon hunter, he must have fallen from a height of 100 meters...but there are only slight cracks in the bones... "

"Strange! Strange!"

Ianna was in disbelief and her movements stopped for a second.

"High Priest, is Aelin serious?" Vesemir sounded worried.

"It shouldn't be too serious, it's mainly the shock caused by excessive blood loss..." Yianna's tone was hesitant, as if she was a little confused, "Forget it... Nannick... bring the No. 4 scalpel... first remove the congestion Clear…”

"Lisa, prepare your magic: Heal minor injuries..."

"Okay, Aunt Ianna..." Hearing that Aylin's injury was not too serious, the little priest breathed a sigh of relief, "But didn't you teach us before that if you can let the injury recover naturally without using magic, then it will be natural." Recover?"

"Healing minor injuries, it seems..."

"For ordinary people, there is nothing wrong." Amidst the clanging metal sound, Ianna took a knife that had been burned in the flames. "Magical magic only forcibly overdrafts the target's vitality, in other words, the lifespan. , but the witcher..."

Ianna paused: "Due to the transformation, the demon hunter's vitality is not only several times, even dozens of times stronger than that of ordinary people. Under the action of his mutated organs, he has an excellent effect on the recovery of divine spells..."

The High Priest seems to have a good idea of ​​the structure of the witcher.

It even made everyone present feel that she had dissected the discomfort of several demon hunters alive, and even the discomfort of several living bodies was hidden in a deep basement in the temple.

After looking at each other, they couldn't help but fell silent.

"What are you thinking about?" Ianna could sense that something was wrong in the atmosphere behind her without looking back, "This is the record Vera gave me..."

Maybe he thought it was not enough, so he added: "It was given to me with Soy's approval. Speaking of which, I still have a share of the credit for the improvement of the decoction in the Green Grass Trial."

"That's it..."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and then looked at Vesemir strangely.

It was understandable that they didn't know about this kind of thing, but how could a man who had been a master witcher for decades not know?

"I asked Vera and Soy to keep it secret."

Ianna sighed and answered for Vesemir.

"No matter how we improve the decoction, so what? People will always die in the Green Grass Trial... and many more people will die... many children..."

Nannick and Lysa were silent.

No matter what I say at this time, it seems inappropriate.

Upon hearing this, Vesemir glanced at Aylin and opened his mouth. In the end, he did not reveal the news that the mortality rate in the Wolf School's trial had been reduced to zero.

It's not that he doesn't believe Ianna, Nannik, and Lysa, but that in this room, or even in the northern continent, there is only one person who is qualified to announce this matter to the public.

certainly!

Although that person is not him, it is not unrelated to him.

Ai Lin is the apprentice he taught!

The master witcher thought.

The treatment room fell into an odd silence for a long time.

It wasn't until Ianna suddenly stopped what she was doing and turned around with a hesitant tone that the silence in the treatment room was broken.

"Nannik, did you... take the wrong scalpel?"