Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

"That boy Aylin is really unlucky!"

Leto couldn't help but sigh after listening to Vesemir's general description of the cause.

Then the two of them fell into silence at the same time.

After a while, Leto came back to his senses, patted Vesemir on the shoulder and comforted:

"Even if Old Spearhead is awake, death is not inevitable for the apprentices."

"Aylin is a natural-born demon hunter. How could he not even pass the mountain test?"

A smile appeared on Vesemir's lips and he nodded.

He knew what Leto meant. If Old Spearhead was awake, Aylin would be the most likely to escape.

The mountain trial is meant to screen out those apprentices who are suitable to become a demon hunter.

How could it be possible to screen out the extremely talented Aylin.

Or is there really a need for the trial that will screen out Aylin?

Thinking of this, Vesemir shook his head and sighed.

Seeing that the master witcher's expression was still very depressed, Leto changed the subject.

He glanced in the direction of the sorceress and said for no reason:

"How enviable!"

Vesemir was stunned for a moment after hearing this and asked:

"What are you envious of?"

"I envy Aylin for being so favored by Ms. Vera," Leto said.

His comfort just now was somewhat effective.

Apprentices who are suitable to be a witcher will definitely pass the trial.

This is the basis for the existence of mountain trials.

So the master demon hunter calmed down and said with a smile:

"Why, you also want to learn alchemy?"

Leto shook his head violently and said:

"I'm allergic to the paper on which the writing is printed."

"If you ask me to learn something as boring as alchemy, you might as well kill me."

"Speaking of which, Ai Lin is really amazing. I don't even want to beg me to learn something so boring, but he actually took the initiative to ask for it."

"No wonder Ms. Vera likes him so much..."

Vesemir nodded.

Although Aylin is extremely talented, he has never slacked off in the past month and has been actively preparing for the mountain trial.

The Ice King even almost died in the nameless cave in the Blue Mountains.

But in the next few days, Aelin left Kaer Morhen to hunt water ghosts as usual, as if nothing had happened.

"Eh~"

"If he didn't learn alchemy from Ms. Vera, would the probability of passing the mountain trial be greater..."

Vesemir sighed again and muttered, accidentally speaking out what was on his mind.

Leto quickly reached out to cover his mouth and said:

"You talk so freely. Do you also want to be dragged out of bed?"

"I don't mind..."

Seeing that Leto was disheveled and recounting the tragic experience of being brought here again, Vesemir smiled bitterly and was about to say something.

suddenly.

He raised his hand to rub his eyes and stood up from the larch tree he was leaning on.

"What's wrong, Vesemir?"

Leto, who was complaining, was stunned for a moment, and turned to look in the direction of the Master Demon Hunter's gaze.

At noon, the snow stopped.

However, the heavy snowfall that lasted for several days turned the area around Killer Lake pure white.

Several small overlapping black spots slowly moved towards the crowd from the snowy mountains in the distance.

There is another path leading to the end of the Mountain Trial, the Ring of Elements.

"Look at Vesemir, let me tell you, are they okay?"

The corners of Leto's mouth curved, and Vesemir also smiled happily.

The sorceress waved her hand to remove the sound barrier, and couldn't help but take a few steps forward in the direction of the witcher apprentices.

The other master witchers also looked surprised and whispered.

"It seems that these apprentices are very lucky. Even when Old Spearhead is hungry, they can catch him hibernating."

The gray-haired old master demon hunter stroked his equally gray beard and sighed with a smile.

By the Killer Lake, everyone was in a very exciting mood.

Until those few small black dots slowly grew larger in sight.

Only then did they realize that there seemed to be something wrong with the number of people.

"Aren't there four apprentices participating in the trial?"

Leto turned around and asked.

The smile on Vesemir's face gradually stiffened, and he stared at the black spots without answering.

"Pa"

A snap of the fingers.

"Buzz~buzz~buzz..."

The chests of all the demon hunters by the Killer Lake shook violently.

Following a strong wind, the snow on the ground was blown into the sky.

The thick snow and fog instantly obscured everyone's sight.

After a while.

The white frost mist dissipates.

Everyone looked intently, and three small figures gradually became clear in front of them.

The sorceress used magic to move them from far away.

Standing up in panic, the witcher apprentices opened their eyes and looked around.

After seeing Vesemir, Hughes' face was filled with joy and worry, and he shouted:

"Master Vesemir, hurry...hurry and save Aelin."

"In order for us to leave smoothly, he stopped the Cyclops by himself!"

"What!"

Before Hughes could react, he saw a fair, delicate and pretty face suddenly appear in front of him.

"This should be the legendary Ms. Vera!"

Hughes was overjoyed. He knew that Aylin had a good relationship with the sorceress and was about to tell the story again.

But he didn't expect that the cold-looking sorceress just glanced at him and nodded slightly, not only did she not listen carefully to the details.

Instead, she quickly took two steps back and turned to leave.

However, he was stopped by the chief who saw something.

"Calm down! Vera!"

"Don't forget how all this happened!"

"Don't make things worse!"

...

"Hu~"

The moist water vapor condensed into a ball of white mist the moment it left his mouth.

Ailin shrugged his back and lifted up his two heads that had slid down a little because of the blood and fat.

After all, the hair of the old spearhead was not a rope specially used for tying things.

As the demon hunter apprentice walked, these two trophies always tended to slide to one side.

Coupled with the snow that covered his knees and the icy cold wind.

The demon hunter apprentice's progress was particularly difficult.

"Crack~Crack~Crack~"

Step by step up the slope, and then passing a corner, the demon hunter apprentice suddenly frowned.

This is a place that is no different from the one we just walked through.

Thick snow, low shrubs, and bare unknown cold-resistant trees bent by the heavy snow.

What really made Ailin frown was the irregular snow pits on the ground.

"It seems... that they were made by stones?"

The demon hunter apprentice hid in the corner and pondered for a moment.

"It can only be those rock trolls."

But didn't he warn Hughes and the others?

Rock trolls are so honest and simple. Although they have some wisdom, there are not many monsters. Just coax them a little.

"Could it be that these monsters are different from those in the game? Are they more aggressive than those in the game plot?"

As he thought about it, the demon hunter apprentice's face became more and more solemn.

Since this world does not even have demon hunter potions and sword oil, even the ancient children can disappear in the prophecy.

It seems reasonable that the rock trolls are more aggressive.

"Damn it! Why did they force the original plot into this?"

"Will Hughes, Bonte and Fred be okay?"

Alin was worried and was about to activate the tracking skill to find out the whereabouts of the three.

Suddenly, a low and vague voice came from the blind spot:

"...Big stone...Little stone...The troll smells a strange smell...The troll smells a strange smell..."

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