Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

"What to do with the body?"

Ailin was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then followed everyone's gaze and looked behind him.

Old Spearhead and the headless corpse of the Water Ghost King were intertwined and lying ten meters behind him.

The long table next to the headless body was in a mess.

Many demon hunters were hiding in the corner of the hall with their faces red and their gray linen clothes soaked with wine stains.

Obviously, the appearance of the Water Ghost King and Old Spearhead disturbed the demon hunter's banquet.

Aylin subconsciously glanced at the sorceress.

"Crack!"

A snap of the fingers.

More than forty school badges buzzed at the same time, like a swarm of bees suddenly flying in the hall.

This time Aylin saw clearly.

The starry sky seemed to be reflected under the monster's headless corpse, and within a dark red arc of light around the edge, stars were twinkling in the darkness.

In a moment, the bodies of the Water Ghost King and Old Spearhead disappeared.

"Let me go there? Just look for me when you need it."

A cold female voice sounded, drawing everyone's attention away from the magic.

The sorceress smiled and nodded to Aelin, not paying attention to the looks of the other witchers.

The attitude of turning a blind eye made everyone couldn't help but slander: "If I want to let you go, why did I send you here?"

Aylin originally had this question in his mind, but then he changed his mind and noticed that although many of the faces around him were unfamiliar, looking at their expressions of envy, admiration, or jealousy, it seemed that everyone knew him.

Then he knew the sorceress’s intention.

Almost all the witchers who had returned home for the winter had returned at this time. Together with the 7 master witchers and chiefs, most of the witchers from the Wolf School were here.

The shock brought by the corpses of Lao Maotou and Water Ghost King was enough for them to remember this scene deeply in their hearts.

It is different from the doubtful belief and respect that comes from hearsay.

This kind of shock will provide strength and support for Aelin's every decision every time these demon hunters get along with him.

"Ms. Vera wants to improve my reputation in the Wolf School as soon as possible."

Ailin felt warm in his heart.

As expected of Ms. Vera, she was paving the way for him at this time.

What is a responsible investor?

That's it.

…

Old Spearhead and the Water Ghost King exited, and the sleepless carnival began.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A large bag of charcoal is dumped into the campfire, along with an Igni Sign.

The hot flames rose instantly.

Then the two witchers put the wild boar that had just been treated in the afternoon on the bonfire.

Grease dripping on the red-hot charcoal "sizzling" sound.

The atmosphere in the hall became more and more lively as the temperature rose.

On the long table in the main castle hall, more than forty demon hunters sat on both sides, and Aylin and the others sat on both sides of the chief.

As the chief stood up to raise his glass, the demon hunters also stood up from their seats.

"The new blood has arrived, the demon hunters of the Wolf Faction, let us raise a toast and celebrate!"

"aye! aye! aye!"

The witchers screamed strangely.

The wine glass hit the wooden table, making a thumping sound.

Golden wine spilled on the table, and the aroma of wine suddenly filled the hall.

The wine has not been finished yet, and the atmosphere is already tipsy.

In the carnival of the banquet, apart from the wine, Aylin was the absolute protagonist.

"Ai Lin, Ai Lin, tell us how you killed these two monsters."

"Yes, come and tell us."

After two glasses of wine, Ai Lin's conversation became much more intense.

"...A body as big as the head of the old spear fell directly from above my head, and a large shadow enveloped my whole body. It turned dark in an instant..."

After a pause, Aylin cleared his throat, raised his glass, and took a sip of the fruit wine.

It tastes spicy on the tip of the tongue, bitter at first and then sweet, and the rich fruity aroma instantly refreshes the heart and spleen.

"Go on, Aylin, what happens next?"

Aelin's story made the demon hunters present feel uncomfortable all over, and they couldn't wait to hurry up.

After drinking the drink, Aylin smacked his lips again and continued:

"…Then I dodged and hid in the crevices of the rocks. Old Spearhead stepped down with his big feet, causing sand and stones to fly everywhere. Recently, I could clearly see the thick and long hairs on Old Spearhead's legs..."

…

The story of "Old Spearhead and the Ice King fought fiercely, and the demon hunter's apprentice reaped the benefits" written by Aylinga is thrilling and legendary.

From the tip of the old spear to sway the tiger away from the mountain, miraculously encountering the intersection of heaven and earth, to using the ice spear spell to maintain the balance of power among the monsters, and finally removing their heads.

The witcher on the long table listened with rapt attention.

Hughes, Bunt, and Fred all had expressions of admiration on their faces. They were all demon hunters who had passed the test. They were not disappointed at all because they had been robbed of their glory. Instead, they always agreed with him.

The emotional value is very high.

While Aylin was making up a story, the chief quietly left his seat and walked to the corner of the hall.

The sorceress leaned in the darkness, gently holding the crystal cup with her right hand, slowly shaking the red wine in the cup, and looking in the direction of the long table in ecstasy.

The chief followed her gaze.

Ailin's face was red and energetic, and his young face was full of confidence.

"Why don't you come and celebrate together?" the chief asked with a smile.

She shook her head lazily, took a sip of red wine, and said nothing.

The chief hesitated for a moment, then walked towards the sorceress as if nothing had happened.

The sorceress glanced at him but made no move.

Seeing this, the chief seemed to be encouraged. He walked to her side in three or two steps and leaned against the darkness with the same movement.

"Vera, just as the prophecy said, the child of miracles jumped over the grave of death."

"Yes."

"Vera, reality has proved that our original choice was right."

"Yes."

"Vera... Wei, can we start over?"

"..." Vera stopped shaking the wine glass after hearing this.

She stared deeply at the chief, making him so nervous that even the smile on his face became unnatural.

Then the sorceress suddenly laughed.

The sudden smile cheered up the chief, who thought the sorceress was going to agree to reconcile with him. However, she smiled, then turned to look at the long table and imitated in a rough voice:

"Just think of us witchers as being transformed into cold-blooded and ruthless by the herbal decoction..."

After a pause, she continued:

"Soy, you have been transformed into cold-blooded and ruthless by the herbal decoction, how can we start over?"

The chief's smile suddenly froze when he heard this, and then he shook his head helplessly, thinking:

"Vera is still the same as before, she really holds a grudge."

"Yes, I do hold a grudge." The sorceress nodded, not shying away from her mind-reading behavior.

The chief was not angry but happy.

As long as he was willing to joke with him, there was hope for everything.

So, while chatting with the sorceress intermittently, he listened to Aylin's repeated stories of hunting down the old spearhead and the water ghost king under the flattery of many witchers.

"By the way, Soi."

The sorceress's serious voice suddenly came from the side.

"What's wrong, Wei?"

The chief pricked up his ears instantly.

"The apprentice fighting competition between the Wolf School and the Cat School, when are you going to notify Ailin and the others?"

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