Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

"How could it not be?"

Incredible whispers came from a pile of messy papers.

These papers are expensive chiffon paper, more valuable than silver, and are the top-grade materials for conveying love, poetry and music.

Unfortunately, their owners do not pity them because of their price. They roughly carve and smear messy characters on them, then crumple them into balls and throw them away at will.

"Huahua——"

Another ball of chiffon paper, which was violently ravaged, drew an arc in the air, and fell to the ground.

On the desk, the candle was crying, and the wax marks on the candlestick were smeared into a ball.

The candlelight flickered.

"Why can't it be falsified?"

The whispers came from the messy pile of papers on the desk again.

"Dongdongdong~"

A soft knock on the door sounded.

The whispers did not respond, as if they were completely immersed in their own world and could not hear the outside world.

"Dongdongdong~"

The knock on the door sounded again, and at the same time, a worried female voice came from outside the door.

"Vigo~" she called.

"Vigo~"

The chattering stopped suddenly.

A messy head suddenly rose from the pile of papers, with messy hair, deep eye bags, and pale face...

But one could vaguely see a handsome face and a depressed mental state.

Instead, he looked morbidly beautiful.

He looked in the direction of the sound with bloodshot eyes.

"Dongdongdong~"

"Vigo~"

Another shout came.

Vigofortz seemed to remember what he should do at this time.

He mobilized the slightly stagnant magic power in his body and waved his right hand lightly.

"Click~"

The door lock was unlocked.

"What's the matter?" Vigfortz asked tiredly, looking at Lydia who came in with a frown on her face, "Did Sonny beg for support from various countries, or is he going to find someone to go into the Blue Mountains to catch 'rabbits'?"

Lydia came in and didn't say anything, but looked at the messy environment in the study, frowning slightly.

She raised her hand, and a slender mahogany staff appeared in her hand.

Then she waved it gently.

A gentle breeze suddenly arose in the study, it pushed open the window, revealing the starry night, and then blew onto the desk.

However, the wind did not move the messy paper balls around Vigfortz, but replaced the candle with only a small section left, and cleaned the wax tears on the candlestick, and then left the desk...

Then he swept all the paper balls on the ground together...

In just one or two minutes, the study instantly became much tidier.

Only the messy desk and the pale and messy Vigfortz were out of tune with this clean environment.

Vigfortz smiled helplessly, waved his hand, and cleaned up his messy hair and face.

Lydia nodded with satisfaction, raised her right hand, waved her staff with her left hand, and summoned a pot of tea: "Six days have passed, and there is still no clue?"

"Thank you."

Vigfortz nodded, thanked Lydia for adding tea to him, and then shook his head helplessly.

"Not yet." He whispered, "The content about the child of miracle is much less than I thought..."

"What we got from the ancient elves' cemetery is the prophecy of the ancient blood."

Vigfortz sighed: "Islinni Aigre Aipu Avinien, the ancient astrologer, prophet and prophet, her prophecy seems to have suddenly changed in a certain era."

"I don't know if it was done by the authority, the king of the elves or the king of humans, but there is always an individual who modified the most important subject of the prophecy..."

"Just like Sonny slandered the demon hunter and spread rumors?" Lydia put away the teacup and continued.

Vigfortz shrugged: "It could also be that the founders of the wizard association, Joffrey, Jan Becker or Giambattista, may have used powerful magic to make everyone forget."

"Is there really such a powerful magic?" Lydia widened her eyes.

"I don't know," Vigfortz shook his head, "I only know that even Henry Gedimidis doesn't have the ability to capture the spirits like Joffrey."

"So..."

"Who knows how strong those old guys are?"

Lydia nodded, indicating that she accepted this explanation.

The control of magic by warlocks is indeed declining, and some researchers have even made inferences and predictions that there will be no more spellcasters in the future.

The warlocks who believe in the theory of no magic, and the persecution of demon hunters and the promotion of the protection of endangered monsters are actually the same group of people.

Of course, Lydia doesn't believe this, she believes more in the tidal theory of magic.

The world now just happens to be at the bottom of the magic tide.

"But why do they do this?" Lydia asked.

"Yes..." Vigfortz sighed again, "Why do you want to do this? Why do you want to modify a prophecy that has no effect on reality?"

"The prophecy of the original ancient blood can only be found in a few fragments from the tombs of ancient elves..."

"Why?"

Whispering and asking, Vigfortz lowered his head again, and fell into deep thought without looking around.

Lydia did not rush to interrupt Vigfortz's state, but after thinking for a few seconds, she asked: "So you think the prophecy of the child of miracle is actually false and forged by someone?"

Vigfortz looked up, was silent for a few seconds, and shook his head: "I don't know."

"It's just that there is always one thing in everything. Issine's prediction must only exist, one is true, and the other must be false, unless ..."

"unless……"

"Unless?"

"Impossible," Weigo Fotz shook his head with a laughed and denied, "It's false to be true. Mistake ... "

He said confused, but Lidia understood: "So you think that hunting demon is not a son of miracles."

Weigo Fotz was silent for a moment, and I could only nod: "I hope he is, after all, this is me ... We are the closest time to the legendary magnificent realm. Human distance ... "

"However, at the time, although Magel was mad, his speculation was right."

"Compared to a hunting demon ..."

"Although he is at the age of fourteen, he can make me feel the threat of life, and there is a series of legendary experiences."

"But compared to the tragic death of the big stomach king and the occurrence of the celestial celebration, Yudian and Kodwin made their best bloody national war, crazy burning Class Ade ..."

"Elf is the possibility of all culprits, but it is higher."

Weigofutz looked out the window with a loss of his head.

The star screen is low, and the moon is hung at the tower of the tower in front of the moon, like the most beautiful crescent litter in the world.

"Lydia," Weigo Fortz looked back at the elegant women's warlock, "It is my mistakes that I mistakenly treat the reflection of the lake as the starry star ..."

"Just when studying the blood of ancient and miracles, suddenly a genius of a hunting magic hunter emerged, and he forced him to the prophecy ..."

When Lidia saw the loss on the face of Weigofutz's face, she couldn't bear to interrupt: "In the stars of Iraul, there is no shadow."

"I know, so I will be so entangled." He sighed deeply and stood up from his seat.

Looking at the messy desktop, Weigofutz waved his right hand.

The piles of chiffon paper full of peculiar symbols were spontaneous without fire, and the upper half of the upper air floated up at the moment, turning into a huge fireball, and it did not affect the large oak table at all.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

“但我这几天想了想，”威戈佛特兹接着道，“艾林是薇拉女士的徒弟，而众所周知的，薇拉曾经有一段时间，和那些精灵的关系非常好，有一两It can block the magic props of ancient elves to detect spells, which is very normal. "

Speaking.

Weigofutz looked at Lydia, and seemed to be reluctant to mention more miracles, and transferred the topic: "Lidia, what's the matter to find me?"

Lydia looked at the flames of burning the flames on the table, silent for two seconds, and then said:

"I just received a message ..."

"Hmm ~" Weigo Fortz snorted and sat back to the back chair.

His back was upright against the back of the velvet chair, and the jumping fire beating in his blue eyes.

"Haili of Erica told me that Elland appeared on a magic ceremony.

"Errutsa's witch knows about Errland?" Weigo Fortitz raised curiosity.

"Tishay De Wilez follows the ancient Noviger League to expel evil god ..."

"Ban Ade did not receive the help ... Yes, the witch took care of himself, how could he put pressure on Elland, and he simply did not invite." Weigo Fortz mentioned that Ban Ade's tone was ironic. It's as if he is not a witch in Ban Ade now.

"so……"

"Is it a failure? The evil god comes to Elland, Haili asked you to ask for help?"

Weigofutz's index finger knocks on the oak desktop, thinking: "Tisa Ya Deviris is a respected predecessor. I will try my best to lobby Seni, but at this time Ban Ade has no way ... "

"No." Lydia interrupted helplessly.

On the desktop, Weigogutz had only ashes for a week of busy for a week.

Lydia said lightly: "They are successful, although the evil god comes, it is expelled."

"The nest of the six monsters, the evil god comes, and was successfully expelled?" Weigo Fortz knocked on the index finger of the desktop for a second. What magic ""

"But even if this magic can be exhibited, you have to pay a lot of money?"

"Ms. Tisa is so ... uh ... is it selfless?"

"It's not the dean." Lidia shook his head lightly, "It's a hunt you know ..."

"Hunter?" Weigofutz stunned.

Lydia didn't sell Guanzi. After looking at the half of the air, she couldn't see the ashes like chiffon paper. She sighed: "It is Ailin, you think it is the wolf school hunting of the son of a miracle."

Weigo Fortz widened his eyes incredible, and stood up from the high -back chair: "Is it really Elin? Is he expelled the evil god? How did he expel it?"

"I don't know about the specific way," Lidia said, "Hayley only saw a white light, and then the state was more amazing than the master spell."

"By the way, Ailin also conquered a big griffin."

Weigofutz feels a bit confusing.

A hunting magic ... expelled the evil god ... created an amazing movement than the master's spell ...

How do these elements connect together?

Weigofutz had some suspicion that Lidia was talking to him, but looking at the cold but serious face in front of him, he knew that Lidia said it was true.

At least the news that she got the female warlock from Eritasa is real.

"Elin ..."

"Elin ..."

A Wolf Hunter name was murmured in the mouth of Weigo Fortz.

The strength of Eritasa, even if the Ellan's local army and priests want to expel a magic ceremony with a nest with six monsters, there is almost no possibility ...

And a hunter that can only play swords and use some superficial printed, it is impossible to create a master's movement of master spells ...

Besides, it is impossible for the hunting demon to expel evil god ...

Impossible ... Impossible ... Impossible ...

So many are impossible, but in the end it becomes reality.

This is not a miracle, what is it?

The more Weigo Fortz thinks, the more he feels that the more the concept of the ancient blood is not yet the concept of the ancient blood, it is still more practical.

Perhaps the concept of ancient blood has become the son of a miracle is that when Iselin is still alive ...

He actually had this idea before, but it was too casual and too far -fetched.

But in all, it is not impossible. After all, Eslin is the elf of the long -lasting species, for at least hundreds of years.

He was a little excited, and was about to sit back to his seat. Following the research trajectory of these days, he re -thinking ...

Lost the ashes controlled by magic, drifted from the air leisurely.

Weigofutz's body was suddenly stiff.

The results of his nearly a week have turned into ashes.

"Your gra for is too fast."

Seeing Weigo Fortz's stiff gaze, Lydia smiled apologize.

"It's okay ..." Weigo Fortz sighed elegantly, "But for a few days ... that's just ..."

"etc……"

Weigofutz suddenly flashed, thinking of Lydia's words just now.

"Lidia, you just said that Elin conquered a big griffin?"

"That's right," Lidia nodded, "Haili also emphasized that the Gryphon was conquered by Elin instead of Vesome."

Weigofutz was silent for a few seconds and shook his head: "Cordwin is going to be unlucky, but unfortunately it is almost two weeks, it is late ..."

As soon as he said half of it, Wigerfutz stood up suddenly and looked up at the window.

Lydia looked at his eyes with vigilance, and there was no abnormality outside the window.

"What's wrong, Weigo?"

"Crazy hunting!"