Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

The thrower is not a professional soldier, nor is he even a country farmer that nobles would recruit in war.

He is a city dweller, living in a very ordinary shed near the city gate in the lower city of Elland.

He once joined the army, and the shed in the lower city was bought by him with the military pay given by the old duke.

Of course, the thrower is not called a thrower, he has a name, but his name has never been asked by anyone except the registered priestess, probably everyone knows that these people will die.

There is no need to know the names of the dead.

He makes a living by carrying goods, and often uses the skill of flying stones to shoot birds that he has practiced since childhood to shoot some birds to supplement his family income. No one in the whole of Elland is more accurate and steady than him.

He has no special affection for the witcher who was later knighted.

Because one of his children died on the night of May Day.

But he will not hate him, because he cannot blame the witcher who is only a few years older than his dead child.

He just couldn't connect the young boy who hugged his beloved girl on May Day, infatuated but shy and timid even with a kiss, with the increasingly distant and detached hero in the tavern.

Saving the world is not something a child should do, it is the responsibility of adults.

So he came.

Even if the city guards who came to recruit came in a hurry, just shouted a few times in the crowd, recruited some strong men who could throw accurately, and left...

Even if the priestess at the recruitment office was honest and stupid, and even explained the process that was almost certain to die clearly, for fear that the person who responded to the call would not know that there was no return...

Even if he had an ordinary-looking but gentle wife and two naughty children...

Of course.

The more important reason why he came despite knowing that there was a high probability of death was that they could not escape.

When leaving Elland with the army, the gorgeous carriages lined up from the city gate to the upper city.

Leaving is a privilege, a right that only belongs to noble lords and wealthy businessmen.

The poor could not escape, so they could only pretend that nothing would happen, live normally in the city, and wait for a thunderbolt or a clear sky.

It was like this in the past.

Just like after May Day, many houses in the upper city were empty, but there were more people in the lower city.

But it is different now.

Since he knows how to throw, and he is the best thrower in Elland, and the future of Elland, his wife and children will be determined in this war, then he has no reason to hand over the fate of himself and his relatives to those who are not as good as him.

No man likes to see his children die in front of him, but he can only cry helplessly. No man is willing, especially when this experience may happen a second time.

So he said goodbye to his wife and children, and under the eyes of the children looking at heroes, he embarked on the journey and embarked on his possible end of life.

As for what would happen to his wife and children after he died?

He believed in the old duke. Although he was also a nobleman, Duke Mason had never let his subjects down, not to mention that there was a temple to guarantee it.

Naturally, it is better to live if you can survive.

But can that kid who is less than fourteen really play with explosives better than the dwarf?

"Failed?"

The thrower looked nervously at the squirming flesh not far away.

The monster nest did not react at all, and was still spitting out ghouls crazily. Moreover, it spewed out ghouls faster and faster when it sensed the enemy's approach.

"Pah~Pah~"

The ground near the monster nest was full of ghouls wrapped in mucus, struggling to stand up.

However, they were soon killed one by one by the soldiers holding light blades around.

"Sure enough..."

"How can a small thing that can be held with five fingers be better than the big thing of the dwarf."

He thought to himself.

Seeing that the monster nest had not moved for so long, the thrower took a deep breath. Sure enough, he could not have too much hope for a fourteen-year-old child.

Suppressing the throbbing brought by the collapse of hope and the flashing of his wife and children in his mind, he unloaded the dwarf bomb, held it in his arms, and turned his head to Sarah and said:

"Make way for me..."

"Shh~"

Sarah frowned and put her index finger on her lips.

"Puff~"

A sound like a bubble bursting came from the monster's nest.

The thrower realized something and turned his head to look at the monster's nest.

"Gurgle--"

The monster's nest twitched violently, and the naked flesh seemed to have a spasm.

Then countless pieces of meat that had not yet formed, and smelly mucus were constantly spit out.

A burst of white smoke came out.

The monster's nest was completely dead.

"Is this... successful?" The thrower picked up the heavy dwarf bomb in a daze.

"Of course!" Sarah patted the thrower's shoulder vigorously, "Sir Arryn has never let people down. Let's go to the next monster's nest."

The thrower took a deep breath and nodded heavily.

He knew that he could survive.

And like him, all those who volunteered to be the Throwers of the Adventure City Guard could survive.

As long as they could drive the damned evil god out of their world.

"By the way, what's your name?" Sarah suddenly asked after she escorted him back to the main force.

"Lawson Roche, Lord Sarah."

"Very good!" Sarah patted his shoulder again, "Good luck always favors brave soldiers, return to the team quickly, Lawson Roche!"

...

"It actually works..."

Vesemir listened to the cheers roaring from the ground and looked at Aylin in surprise.

"I remember that your inspiration seems to come suddenly after hunting monsters."

"What monster did the inspiration for the honeycomb bomb come from?"

He asked curiously.

To be honest, when Vesemir found Ianna with the corpse-eating bio-oil and honeycomb bombs, he thought that the honeycomb bomb was a supplement to the dwarf bomb.

Even though Aylin emphasized to him that the honeycomb bomb should be able to blow up the monster's nest.

After all, according to common sense, the weight difference between the two bombs is almost thirty or forty times, so the dwarf bomb should be more powerful.

But no matter what, it is worth it for three or four honeycomb bombs to blow up a monster's nest. Time is tight, and if it doesn't work, he can change to dwarf bombs, so he followed Aylin's instructions, but he didn't expect that one bomb could solve a monster's nest.

"It's the monster's nest," Ailin lied with his eyes open, "I saw you in the daytime, carrying a dwarf bomb, it's very inconvenient so..."

"Wait!"

He suddenly noticed something in his peripheral vision, and suddenly stopped talking and looked at the ground.

After observing carefully for a few seconds, he said in surprise:

"It's moving!"

"The corpse-eating creature near the summoning ritual finally moved!"

Not long after the first monster's nest was blown up, the summoning ritual, which had been silent, suddenly moved.

"Roar!"

The terrifying and crazy howling sound tore through the night sky, shaking the towering mountains, and the sound was high and low, trembling constantly.

From the perspective of the cat's eye potion, the valley where the summoning ritual was located was bursting with expanding smoke and dust, which could be seen clearly even in the sky.

"Rumble~"

The ground was shaking, as if thousands of troops were galloping among the mountains of Mahakam.

"Good girl, fly lower! Get closer!" Ailin patted the back of the big griffin's neck.

"Cry~"

With a clear cry, the griffin passed through the sparse clouds and fell.

"Hide from that tall tower, don't let the evil god's sight..." Vesemir reminded from the side.

Alin nodded gently and ordered the griffin to avoid the elven-style spire.

In fact, this is not difficult, because the evil god seemed to have surveyed in advance when choosing the landing site. Both sides of the valley are extremely high peaks, and it seems that someone has drilled through it, forming an arc, blocking the scenery in the valley.

Or maybe it was really drilled through by someone. Ain Sheed calls himself a mountain people, and he likes to build secluded palaces and towers between the peaks and valleys.

So the angle from which the ritual can be viewed is very narrow, almost only the small piece that is perpendicular to the valley.

To be honest.

If it weren't for Alin using the wild language and asking about nature directly, even if he rode the griffin to search in the sky, he might not be able to find the hiding place of the summoning ritual.

However, the evil god ritual during the daytime found that the two demon hunters seemed to be because their sight fell on the huge eyeball under the elf tower.

Therefore, Ailin was still extra careful.

The jagged peaks of Mahakam were only black outlines in the deep blue night.

The darkness spread out from it, and they seemed to be falling into a huge quagmire.

"Rumble~"

The ground was shaking, as if thousands of troops were galloping among the mountains.

The closer to Mahakam, the more you can feel the wrath of the earth.

"Ianna and the others are in danger!" Vesemir pointed at the other side of the wing of the griffin and frowned.

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The cheers that soared to the sky stopped at some point.

When Ailin looked in the direction of Vesemir's finger, he found...

Six monster nests.

The second monster nest of the corpse-eating creatures that had been transporting to the valley mouth suddenly ordered the corpse-eating creatures to shrink around the monster nest.

The other five increased the delivery of corpse-eating creatures, especially the last two "counts".

The dense corpse-eating creatures around the black meat mountain towering above the ground have disappeared.

Only the ghouls were constantly spit out from the meat mountain, and after shaking off the sticky liquid on the ground, they quickly caught up with the rushing army.

"Cunning monsters!" Vesemir cursed, "Those monsters did not intend to let Ianna and the others remove the monster nests one by one, but planned to destroy them all at the second "baron"."

Cunning indeed.

But in reality, how could everything be designed to be balanced like in the previous life game.

There are monsters in the novice village. The Demon King's City must have one, two, three, four, five, and six floors. Warriors can only enter the next floor after finishing one floor.

Hundred Fruit Garden is level one, Velen is level five, Novigrad is level ten, Skellige is level sixteen...

No.

The flooded water ghosts are all over the continent, and vampires will not stay only in Toussaint.

As long as you deviate from the roads between cities opened by our ancestors, the mountains and forests will be full of bandits, murderers and ghouls...

Often, as soon as you leave the novice village, a large wave of beasts will come, and the demon king will wander around the map and randomly choose a city to destroy.

However, at least now...

"This is not a bad thing..."

"Huh?" Vesemir turned back suddenly, his eyes wide open.

Aylin explained: "The guy who commanded it was smart. Although he didn't know whether he was commanding a giant ghoul or an evil god, he didn't know that magic has a time limit."

"Don't forget."

"Although it would be better if Ianna could lead the human coalition to eliminate all the monster nests, but they are not actually required to do that step."

Vesemir's dark golden cat eyes lit up: "Yes, now is the time when the magical effect is strongest. The more corpse-eating creatures gathered in Ianna, the fewer there will be at the ceremony."

"It's better to say it is like this now, which is more beneficial to us."

"but……"

He paused: "In this short period of time, the casualties will become greater and greater..."

War always kills people.

Even with magical powers, the soldiers led by Ianna are not invincible.

In just that moment, Aylin had already seen many soldiers who died under the sharp teeth and fangs of the monsters because their magical powers were consumed by continuous attacks.

"So it's up to us."

Aylin took a deep breath and pointed to the other side.

The smoke and dust dispersed, and the valley where the demon summoning ceremony was located was empty.

After the first monster nest was solved, the "evil god" didn't know whether he was blinded by rage, or he was really "smart". He seemed to be determined to solve all the human beings who would offend him in the future.

"Vesemir, it's our turn to fight this battle!"

The azure and dark gold beast eyes looked at each other.

"Yeah!" Vesemir nodded vigorously.

"Qiang!"

The silver sword is unsheathed!

The cold light of the sword reflected the cold moonlight.

Vesemir's right hand habitually reached into the reagent bag, trying to take out the zombie oil and apply it on it, but found that Aylin had already handed over three bottles of oily potion that was as red as blood.

"Enhanced corpse-eating creature oil," he said.

"Better than corpse-eating oil?" Vesemir took the sword oil and looked at it curiously.

"It should be much more powerful than corpse-eating creature oil."

"should?"

"Yes, it should be." Aylin's right hand paused on Balmo for a moment. After discovering that it didn't show any excitement, he sighed and pulled out Elsa, "After refining it, this is also the first time that I use."

Vesemir's hand, which was carefully coated with sword oil, paused for a moment, hesitating in mid-air.

"Never used it once?" he asked tentatively.

How could an unused alchemical product be put to practical use for the first time at such an important time?

The next thing to deal with is the evil god, and possibly other powerful corpse-eating creatures. Every bit of help is crucial.

After smearing the sword with oil, Aylin watched the sword with satisfaction for a second, as if he had just seen blood on the blade.

Seeing that Vesemir was still doubtful, he explained: "Don't worry, it will definitely be better than corpse-eating oil."

"I used it for the first time because it was relatively expensive. Either I didn't find a suitable partner or I forgot about it for a while."

Seeing Aelin's face full of promise, Vesemir smeared the enhanced corpse-eating creature oil on the silver sword with suspicion.

The battle is about to begin, and he won't ask any more questions at this time.

Wait until the two demon hunters have everything ready.

Almost all the corpse-eating creatures have arrived on the battlefield, intertwined with the human army, and fought fiercely.

The dark forest was devastated.

Countless forest trees were bulldozed by the spiked demon, and the sorceress's fire, thunder, ice, and boulders raged among flesh and bone.

The shouts of killing filled the sky and seemed to break through the white clouds in the sky.

"Almost!" Vesemir reminded.

"Remember to close your eyes for a while." Aylin nodded slightly and reminded him inexplicably.

Vesemir gave him a strange look, nodded, and didn't ask any more questions.

"Come on, good girl."

Ailin just finished speaking.

In an instant.

"唳——"

The great gryphon, which had been suppressed all night, retaliated and released the pressure belonging to the King of the Sky, roaring angrily.

The fierce battle on the ground was paused for a second.

Immediately afterwards, it quickly rushed towards the ground.

The howling wind was like a sharp blade, piercing the witcher's tough skin.

"Roar~"

Amidst the furious roars of countless corpse-eating creatures, the giant closed eyes clinging to the tower with bright red flesh suddenly opened.

The dragon-like red vertical pupils glared angrily, and he suddenly raised his eyes with visible anger.

Aylin grasped the mane of the great griffon with his right hand, and also widened his blue cat eyes, staring intently at those giant eyes.

After he reached a certain height, the veins on his forehead popped out and he shouted in the strong wind:

"Close your eyes, Vesemir!"