Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

"After a long period of recuperation, a sudden and intense battle will not only make the muscles unbearable, but also put pressure on the internal organs to the extreme..."

"It's not just about recuperation after a serious injury that requires rehabilitation training. You should also do some warm-up before every battle..."

"It happened suddenly, of course, that's another story..."

"But don't all of you Wolf School demon hunters believe that 'the outcome of a battle is already determined the moment you accept the commission'?"

"Why don't you include a thorough warm-up in your battle preparations... Don't take my words lightly. I've read the High Priest's research on the physical structure of the Wolf School's demon hunters..."

"Although you are extraordinary and have a long lifespan, the structure of your organs is no different from that of ordinary people..."

…

Although Vesemir was not familiar with Nenneke, the next high priest who had already been determined by the temple, he had seen him before.

In fact, due to the delicate relationship between Chief Soi and Ms. Vera, as well as the close relationship between Ms. Vera and High Priest Ianna, the relationship between the Wolf School and the Temple of Meliteli is not bad.

Oftentimes, when demon hunters were injured while taking commissions in Temeria, they would come to the temple for treatment.

Due to the great prestige of the Temple of Meliteli among the common people, when encountering some difficult employers or witnesses with tight lips, the Wolf School's demon hunters will also ask the temple's priests to act as intermediaries...

Not to mention the Temple of Meliteli, which is the largest employer of the Wolf School and the initiator of a large number of high-quality commissions.

When accepting the commission from the Temple of Meliteli, you don't even have to worry about land disputes, rights distribution, and other messy things that have nothing to do with the commission itself, but you have to get involved like most commissions...

So Vesemir actually has a pretty good relationship with the Temple of Meliteli.

Even more than a decade ago, before Chief Soi and Ms. Vera had a big conflict for some unknown reason, he was a frequent visitor to the temple. Without any surprises, he would definitely come to the Temple of Meliteli every year.

To put it bluntly.

Given Nenneke's age, it's very likely that Vesemir had held him in her arms when she was a child.

But he never knew Nenneke was such a long-winded person. Along the way, even he, a master demon hunter, felt a little dizzy from all the chatter.

"Although the abnormal drug transformation has made your adrenal medulla far more developed than that of ordinary people, and your reactions are quicker, but..."

"I'll teach you a few moves to better avoid accidental injuries..."

Nenneke was still talking to herself incomprehensible language.

He didn’t know about adrenal medulla, adrenaline, the reticular structure of muscle fascia, the relationship between oxygen content in the respiratory system and heart beat and obstruction…

If you are not injured, you can just swing your sword to cut, and if you are injured, you can heal yourself, that's it...

This is what demon hunters have been doing for hundreds of years, and they will continue to do so.

certainly.

Vesemir only dared to think so in his heart.

It wasn't that he was afraid of Nenneke, a girl in her twenties, but he was corrected all the way after he spoke his true feelings once on the road.

Nenneke's righteous words were full of profound truths that were difficult to understand and could not be refuted.

Who can eat this...

"Buzz~"

The school emblem suddenly jumped on the leather armor.

Vesemir suddenly looked up at the small wooden house not far away.

"Don't underestimate it...what's wrong?"

Nenneke was interrupted by the Demon Hunter Master's unusual movement. She frowned slightly and looked at the ferocious wolf head emblem on his chest.

"nothing……"

After discerning the direction of the magical fluctuations, Vesemir shook his head.

This is the Temple of Meliteli, and that is the residence of Arryn. It's just a little fluctuation of magic power, no big deal...

"Yi——"

The sound of the school badge vibrating suddenly became extremely sharp.

The ferocious wolf head suddenly jumped up from the leather armor, making Vesemir's eyes widen.

Before he could think about why Ailin made such a big noise in his room.

"Boom~"

It was as if a huge pressure as heavy as the collapse of heaven and earth suddenly burst out from the wooden house.

The dust on the ground was stirred up and rushed towards us like a tsunami wave.

When Vesemir was caught off guard by this pressure, an indescribable feeling of insignificance surged into his heart, as if he was standing at the foot of the misty Blue Mountains, with a towering mountain facing him.

But the death of the frozen soul followed, and it was like the mythical River Styx gushing out from the cracks in the ground and flowing past him.

To drive his soul out of his body and take away all his vitality.

A trance.

When he came to his senses, he found that he was still standing there. He was not crushed by the mountain, nor was his soul taken away by the dead river of Styx.

“What…what is that?” Nenneke’s face turned pale and her pupils trembled.

“God…” Vesemir could hardly suppress the fear that instinctively rose in his heart, “That is the evil god…”

At the same time, waves of thoughts are swirling in my mind.

There is no mistake, it is the evil god.

He had seen the suffocating, terrifying shadow that seemed to devour everything in the dragon-like ferocious eye...

Why did the evil god behind the summoning ritual burst out with such powerful power in the temple of Meliteli?

Could it be that...

The dark golden pupils suddenly shrank into vertical lines of molten gold, trembling with fear.

"Alin!"

"Alin!"

Vesemir shouted in panic and rushed towards the wooden house covered by dust.

The evil god... is in the goddess' temple?

Nenneke, who had never experienced such a situation before, stood there in a daze for a second, her heart filled with unbelievable absurdity.

She subconsciously wanted to refute it, but the divine power that still lingered in the drifting dust told her otherwise.

This is true!

There really is a "Him" who is wantonly releasing his power in the goddess' territory.

"What does He want to do?!!"

Nenneke instinctively followed Vesemir as he disappeared into the dust and rushed toward the cabin, but stopped after two steps.

She is a priestess, not a witcher.

Even though the goddess has been gathering more and more divine favor recently, she is no match for her master. If she rushes over rashly, she will only drag down Arryn and Vesemir.

If an evil god really descended upon the Temple of Meliteli, she must let the high priest know immediately.

Ailin...

Nenneke's heart sank when she thought that Arryn hadn't made any movement yet.

Even Ailin was subdued so quietly, could it be that the evil god has really arrived?

Can……

Such a huge demon summoning ritual ultimately failed, and the god was unable to descend.

How could the evil god descend silently on another god's territory?

Nenneke’s complicated thoughts were tangled like a tangled thread, and she couldn’t figure out what went wrong. But after making a decision, she clutched the hem of her plain skirt and resolutely rushed towards the hall where Ianna was.

But before she could run a few steps...

"Priest Nenneke!"

Vesemir's shouts suddenly came from the thick dust and fog.

Nenneke stopped.

She turned around, but did not respond, nor did she walk towards the source of the sound.

She backed away cautiously, looking in the direction of the sound.

“Huh~”

A strong wind suddenly swept out from the depths of the smoke. Nenneke was caught off guard and took two steps back before the dust and fog that had blurred her eyes was blown away.

Under the starry sky, a wooden hut stood in the dim grass.

A lamp swung under the eaves.

But it was just a lamp shaking, and the sound of the mountain collapsing just now seemed to be just an illusion.

When Nenneke stopped subconsciously, she suddenly realized.

At some point, the terrifying and horrifying divine power had completely disappeared without a trace.

"It's alright, Priest Nenneke..."

Vesemir half-pushed the wooden door open, his expression complex enough for Nenneke to describe.

After finishing the sentence, he paused and said hesitantly: "It should be fine."

“What do you mean?” Nenneke still did not walk over rashly. Instead, she carefully observed Vesemir’s entire body, prayed a few words, waved her hand and cast some golden light on him, then she completely relaxed.

If the evil god could not only descend upon the temple quietly, but also block the goddess' magic in the temple of Meliteli...

Then it didn't matter whether she escaped or not, or whether she informed the high priest or not.

Moreover, he was so arrogant just now, as if he wanted all the people of Elland to know the pressure of "Him" coming, which was contrary to the small trick of concealing the shielding magic.

Vesemir allowed Nenneke to do what he wanted.

After the divine light disappeared from him and Nenneke relaxed from his stressed look, he said hurriedly:

"Priest Nenneke, please come and take a look at Aylin's condition..."

"It's a bit strange..."

strangeness?

Nenneke approached, puzzled.

Inside the half-open wooden door, it was pitch black, as if a ferocious beast was hiding.

When she walked in front of Vesemir, she could vaguely see a little light coming through the door.

"Where's Aelin?" she asked, frowning.

Vesemir pointed inside the door, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

Nenneke took a deep breath and looked inside the door.

The moment she saw the scene inside, she was stunned.

In the small wooden house, a green transparent sphere was quietly floating.

Ailin slept peacefully in it with his eyes closed, his limbs curled up and his head lowered, like a fetus in the womb, slowly rotating with the sphere.

The wooden amulets of various shapes on the roof - of course the most common ones were the three phases of the goddess Meliteli - shook, as if the whole wooden house was a cradle for Arryn alone.

Nenneke had imagined many scenes inside the cabin.

Aelin killed the monster, or was seriously injured, or even unconscious.

It even occurred to her that when she looked into the cabin, she happened to meet the eyes of the evil god that possessed Ailin.

But no one expected that the source of the tyrannical divine power would be such a quiet scene.

but……

Nenneke looked at the green orb again.

Babies... cradles... flesh... life...

"Nurture..."

"What's brewing here?"

Nenneke felt a little uneasy. She didn't understand why Vesemir could stand so calmly at the door at this moment.

Vesemir seemed to sense her thoughts and pointed to the wall beside her.

Someone had carved a few words on the wooden wall with a sword.

"I'm fine, don't worry..."

The characters are messy, and the anxious emotion is clearly revealed in every stroke.

More importantly, it’s not finished.

But Nenneke could guess that perhaps Arlin had heard them coming and had to carve a note to remind them in a hurry.

so……

"Is it really Ailin who made this noise?"

Nenneke was incredulous.

Compared to a fourteen-year-old demon hunter who exerted a god-like pressure, she felt that the arrival of the evil god was more logical.

“Do you really believe that Arlin did it?” Nenneke couldn’t help asking.

Vesemir was silent for a moment.

"I don't know," he shook his head, "but if you spend more time with Ailin, you'll find that nothing that happens to him is unusual..."

"Even so?"

“Even so…” Vesemir nodded in an unfathomable manner.

This is just the beginning!

If we really count the scale, Ben Ade hasn't even spoken yet...

To be honest, he was also startled when he first opened the door.

However, when he saw the familiar shabby words written by Ailin on the wall, his heart inexplicably calmed down.

Nenneke felt confused, but was relieved to see Vesemir looking relaxed.

She took two tentative steps towards Ailin, feeling the free fluctuations in the air.

“Is this… magic?” Nenneke frowned. “Green magic… I think I’ve heard of it somewhere…”

“I’ve seen it…” Vesemir’s expression was complicated, “On a demon source…”

“Magic source?” Nenneke suddenly realized. “This is primordial magic, the purest primordial magic ever mentioned in the book, but…”

She looked back at Aelin.

The original magic wrapped Ailin completely, warm and quiet like the most precious emerald.

"Is the original magic so docile?"

"I remember that even the Demonic Source cannot fully control this kind of power, which is more violent and powerful than the fire element."

"In 1123, the last time Hen Gedimidis displayed his emerald magical power, he lost control and razed half of the city to the ground..."

"There was also the warlock civil war in 834, and the fierce battle between the pure white Farad and other magic sources that created the current Pontar Valley..."

…

“No…” Nenneke shook her head. “More importantly, why would a demon hunter be associated with the original magic power that is unique to the source of magic?”

Vesemir was silent.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to answer, but that he doesn’t know either.

"Is Aelin all right?" he asked.

“At least there are no visible injuries,” Nenneke shook his head. “But a more accurate examination would require divine magic, and divine magic probably can’t penetrate the barrier of primordial magic, and it might also have adverse effects…”

“Forget it then.” Vesemir shook his head.

The cabin fell into silence.

They were all at a loss as to what to do with Ailin at the moment, and it seemed they could only wait.

A green barrier that looked like primordial magic wrapped around Ailin and spun around. The two could see his eyelids twitching, as if he was dreaming.

"I'll go inform the high priestess. She should be able to find a way..."

After a while, Nenneke couldn't wait any longer and stood up and walked out the door.

Just at this moment.

Ailin stretched lazily while being enveloped by the primordial magic.