Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

"When I left the Pa Sauron Forest, when I was hidden in the madness, I left a small magic -resonant organ."

Weigofutz hurriedly summoned the wand and waved a few times.

The messy beard on the chin was immediately removed and the scalp was pasted.

"Although the goal of crazy hunting is Ban Ade, it has little to do with us, but I don't want to move in one place for half a year."

"Draken Great Tomb?" Lydia took off her hat from the hanger and handed it to Weigo Fortz.

"Thank you," Weigofutz said thanked, "Yes, it is the trap of Draken's tomb. It seems that we are all impressed by that insidious ancient elf site."

"I was impressed by the magic trap that I was hidden but responded in time to Draken, so I deliberately studied it."

"Alert Stone -The name I gave to that small organ -is one of the research results ..."

"Very good name."

Lydia watched Weigo Fortz in admiration. She liked Wigo, who liked the unique alchemist.

"But I think it can be added to the prefix of Weigoterz, which can hide the magical props that are perceived. It seems that our chamber of commerce can have a popular alchemy prop."

"Thank you, Lidia," Weigo Fortz opened the door, "But it may not be able to hide the perception of crazy hunting, maybe they just disdain to hide."

"I thought this small organ would only be used in others' graves, or my own ..."

"Hush!" Lydia stretched out her long and white index finger and reached the lips of Weigogoutez. "You can definitely find the way to detachment. I have always believed this."

Weigofutz looked at the tenderness of the female warlock, and said with emotion:

"I'm curious about how perfect I am in your eyes. To be honest, I don't even have such a strong confidence ..."

"You can, Weigo, you can." Lydia interrupted him, and then opened the door of the study for him, like a real maid.

"Are you looking for Sennie with me?" Weigofutz stepped out of the study while issuing an invitation.

"No," Lydia shook her head lightly, "Haili is still waiting for my reply, and now Senny is afraid that he does not want to see anyone who has nothing to do with it, appearing around him."

"You're right, the big group of radicals is not very good recently."

The corner of Wigtiz's mouth unconsciously hooked, and his tone was a little gloating.

Although he was invited because he sought the identity of the senior members of the Wizard Association, he came to Bannet.

But to be honest, Ban Ade's tragic situation is now, even without the promises of Soni and Migel, he can be rated steadily.

after all……

There are so many members of the senior council members, but the witch competing with him is a lot less.

Nympho

The night is low.

The dust was scattered in the air chaotic, and it was permeated with the boring odor.

The cold wind blows.

The empty Ban Ade is even more gloomy than the ancient elf cemetery.

"But really want to count, Ban Ade's alive and burned people are thousands of times more than the deceased buried in the ancient elves cemetery, so it is not surprising."

Weigofutz thought.

After so many people died, Ban Ade was actually not suitable for living.

Because of the existence of the Witcher, necromancer is taboo in the north mainland, but it is difficult to protect those crazy hunting.

Even in recent days, Seni has arranged witch to clean the ruins, which is not safe enough.

certainly.

He knew that Seni and radicals, and even other witch who were being suppressed, why did they want to leave ...

The whereabouts of Heng Gymidis are just an excuse.

Gathering in Ban Ade's witch is the core of the wizard world.

"Right ..." Weigofutz sighed softly.

In fact, why not, otherwise all this has nothing to do with him.

Weigofutz stood in the empty space of the ruins in the empty space.

There are Tibetan Tibetan libraries hidden here.

Since the mad hunting attack Ban Ade, the radicals led by Sennie have used the underground Tibetan library as a base.

They seem to be complicated here, but there are few hospital affairs, and they spend a lot of effort to ask for help from countries in the north, or begging.

However, it is said that the process of begging is not smooth.

Of course, this has nothing to do with Wito Fortz.

He had planned, as soon as the Wizard Conference at the end of the year ended, he took Lidia away.

Find it for the reason.

Of course, the newly excavated ancient elf grave needs to be carefully tapped.

Crazy hunting is actually a good way to dig political capital, reputation and money, but unfortunately, with his strength and power, it is not enough.

Everyone will "reuse" him, but everyone will prevent him.

after all.

He is Ban Ade, except for Heng Gymidis, the only source of magic.

"Unfortunately, it is the magic source that has not grown up ..."

Ignored the countless or hostile, or reviewing, or indifferent sights projected around the surrounding body, Weigofutz gently waved his staff.

"Please inform Sennie, I have to report ..."

Weigofutz's words have not been finished yet.

"Om ~"

In the friction and buzzing of the boulder, the empty ruins showed a deep and empty rotating stone steps.

"Bow ~"

From near and far, a wall lamp was lit light, and the spiral extended down, illuminating the darkness, like a hovering snake.

Weigofutz waited for a few seconds at the door. When no one came up, he raised his eyebrows and stepped into the promenade.

"Om ~"

In the roar, the boulder was tied again.

He looked back at the stone gate, which was sealed tightly, and stepped on the stone ladder to continue.

"噔 ~ 噔 ~"

The corridor echoed the rushing echo, and the dim lights extinguished behind him.

"Weigo Fortz?" Someone shouted.

The empty space pulled this shout very long, and the echo of the overlap was extremely strange.

But Weigofutz heard the identity of the person

"It's me, Magel."

In order to avoid trouble, Weigofutz stopped.

"What do you stop?" Migel came out of the corner, and the wall light shook his face.

When he approached, he seemed to have a sense of rustic feeling from Weigo Fortitz, and smiled twice with intimately "haha". Bar!"

Weigofutz continued to move forward, but his heart was slandering.

If you are really your own, how can the whole faction move this underground Tibetan library, but he did not even say an invitation to him.

certainly.

He didn't care very much. Anyway, he and Miguel, including Sennie and the radicals, were just trading.

To be honest, if the person who counts the most hostile to him, maybe a cordial and kind of radical sent one, etc., can occupy the top ten positions.

Magel and Sennie undoubtedly include it.

This is also inevitable.

Human beings always divide identity and circle based on various factors.

Some people always feel that they are in the same hometown when they are in a foreign country. They are surrounded by alien people. The same kind at different levels is inherently friends and are closely linked.

Just like He and Heng Gydimidis, who did not know where to be imprisoned by Senny ...

But the same is the source of the magic, is it possible to adventure for the life of a stranger?

"... always mistaken the reflection on the lake as the stars in the night sky ..."

"What stars?" Miguel, who was walking in front, turned back.

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

"Nothing," Weigo Fortz shook his head, "I just read a prophetic poem before I came, which is very interesting."

"Prophecy poem?" Miguel stunned, then laughed and shook his head.

"I really envy you, and I still have time to read poems," he was emotional, stoping in front of a wall, "I don’t know when I was idle last time ..."

Weigofutz just smiled and didn't speak.

Migk didn't care, summoned a obsidian staff, facing the empty wall, and sang a few spells.

"咣-"

The original stone wall suddenly appeared on the stone wall.

"By the way, Weigo Fortz," Magel pushed the door while asking, "What are you looking for Senny ..."

Mirgel's voice did not fall.

The moment of pushing the bronze door, the fierce quarrel passed out of the door.

"The request of King Cavil, like Geidma, is already the ninth country that made the same request in the northern mainland ..."

"Dean! Dean! All dean! Is it so important for a magic source? !!!"

Senny's depressed roar stagnated Migel's pushing the door.

Weigo Fortz's face is also a little embarrassed: "Isn't Seni seemingly not convenient, am I ... change your time?"

Miguel was silent for two seconds, sighed, and shook his head: "No, you are your own, it's nothing."

He opened the door.

Under the light purple magic lamp, countless ancient books waved the dust accumulated in the years, flying around the bookshelf between the three or four people.

But there are not many people in the big Tibetan studios, only five or six people.

Weigofutz glanced at it and noticed that several books flying through the sky were all about sealing magic.

Another pages flew by his body, copied a lot of weird symbols.

He recognized some dwarves that were not commonly used in ancient words and ancient dwarfs. In addition, there was a kind of twisted language like bugs.

Weigofutz did not know, but he identified these statements fonts from the hands of Heng Gymidis.

The handwriting of the strongest mage in the northern mainland, the entire college is everywhere, it is not difficult to recognize.

"It seems that Heng Gymidis should still be safe, at least so at present." Weigo Fotz thought.

Later, before Magel turned to him, he looked back.

"Senny now ... um ... I'm still busy, let's sit and wait for a while, right?"

Magel introduced Wigerz to a sofa, and after a few watches around the witch around, the books flying in the sky flew higher and higher without leaving traces.

He turned back very satisfied that Weigo Fortz did not look around, let alone ask some questions that should not be asked.

"The kings, the demand is high?" Wigerz asked the cup brought by the waiter and asked calmly.

Magel did not conceal it, perhaps because of this kind of Weigogoutez inquiring a little, there was no need to conceal it.

"It's really high," he nodded, "Or, I don't know why, it suddenly becomes higher."

"How do you say?" Weigofutz asked curiously.

Miguel sighed: "Originally, we had almost negotiated with Temeria, Rivia and Redalia, and they would promote peace between Kaedwen and Aedirn, and we would help them resist and attract the Wild Hunt."

"But for some reason, Temeria suddenly changed its mind the next day."

"Following..."

"Rivia, Redalia, Hengfors, Kovel..."

"Later, even small countries like Sidaris, Verden and Cintra began to go against the will of Ban Ade..."

"Even Sidaris and Cintra are opposed?" Vigfortz exclaimed in a pretentious manner, "What do they want?"

To be honest, he was really curious.

Since returning from the Pasolon Forest with Miguel, he has been busy studying the authenticity of the Miracle Child and the Ancient Blood. He only heard rumors in the academy about the radicals' unhappiness, and he really didn't know the specific content of the negotiations.

Miguel opened his mouth, but didn't speak yet.

"Release Heng Gedimides!" Sonny's voice came from behind.

Vigfortz stood up and looked in the direction of the sound.

Sonny walked from the bookshelf with a gloomy face. When he saw Vigfortz, he seemed to want to show a gentle smile as usual, as if everything was under control.

However, he pulled the corners of his mouth, but in the end he couldn't pull out a decent smile.

"Sit down, we are all family..." Sonny waved his hand and sat next to Vigfortz, opposite Miguel.

"These damn mortal nobles, stupid pigs who can be killed with a wave of the hand," he drank a sip of water and cursed viciously, "The dean is in urgent need of treatment and recuperation now, how can he let them watch like a monkey trainer's monkey."

I believe it... The elegant smile on Vigfortz's face did not change.

"And what identity are they questioning me with?"

Sonny seemed to be still angry and cursed for a while.

Vigfortz felt that he was a little angry, so he didn't say much, but just responded when Sonny looked over.

For some reason, thinking that it was King Geidema of Temeria who changed his tone first, Vigfortz always felt that this was related to Aylin.

Although at Aylin's age, he was so good at alchemy, swordsmanship and magic signs, and he almost certainly had no talent in politics, not to mention that he had just left the isolated Ancient Sea Fortress and had been training for the past thirteen years...

Although politics also requires talent, rich experience is the most indispensable.

How could he be stuck at the point that the radicals were uncomfortable with?

"It's really crazy..."

Vigfortz kept an impeccable smile and shook his head in his heart, but for some reason he was more eager for Aylin.

"By the way!" After talking for a while, Sonny finally remembered Vigfortz's purpose and interrupted his reverie.

"What are you here for?" Sonny asked.

"My mechanism in the Pasolon Forest has been triggered," Vigfortz sat up straight, looked at Miguel, and said solemnly: "The Wild Hunt is coming."

Miguel and Sonny looked at each other, without showing any excitement, but both breathed a sigh of relief.

"They are finally here!"