Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

It was noon, and the winter sun was warm.

But the shadows cast by the dead trees in the forest were fierce and terrifying.

After the battle, Ailin did not rush to sheath his sword.

He held the sword in both hands and walked cautiously towards the water ghost Jingguan step by step.

He was in the direction of the Jingguan, and all the heads were facing away from him, so he could only see the dark red and dirty weird blue backs.

After counting, there were a total of seventy water ghost heads.

So many heads were neatly stacked, which made people feel cold all over.

"Killer Lake has just been cleaned up. These seventy heads, will they wipe out the water ghosts in the lake again?"

Ailin muttered to himself, walking and making excuses.

To be honest, he was a little scared.

Although he had seen many corpses and killed many monsters himself.

But such a weird scene was really... never experienced before.

"Crack~Crack~Crack~"

The snow in the forest was pushed aside by the leather boots, and the smell of blood in his nose became stronger and stronger. Ailin arrived at the place.

"Hiss!"

Looking over the half-man-high water ghost tower, Ailin couldn't help but take a breath.

In a regular circle in the open space in the forest, there was no snow, and there were flesh and bones everywhere.

Jingguan occupied a quarter of the circle.

Bright red and pale white were everywhere, but they secretly gave people a sense of regular and crazy beauty.

Those ghouls just now should have been attracted by the strong smell of blood and dined here.

Obvious bite marks can be seen on many flesh and blood on the edge of the circle.

"Scratching~"

Carefully stepped on the snow and walked to the front.

Ailin's hair stood up instantly, his hair fluttered, and his whole body subconsciously tensed up.

"What the hell!" He exclaimed.

Dozens of eyes stared at him at the same time.

What's even more terrifying is that these water ghosts have no intelligence or even emotions, and even the Yaxi seal can't find the heads of the confused water ghosts.

They all have a strange smile of satisfaction on their faces.

And no matter where Ailin moves, they seem to be staring at him blankly.

But looking carefully, those eyes have not moved at all.

"No!"

"Two of them don't seem to be water ghosts!"

Turning his sight back, he saw the two unique heads in the center of the front of Jingguan.

Blue eyes, pointed ears, gray skin, and a skull-like nose.

One has a hideous and painful face, and the other is at a loss, which is completely different from the other water ghosts.

"It seems... it seems to be a small fog demon?"

Resisting the discomfort of being stared at by more than 70 pairs of eyes at the same time, Ailin took a few steps closer.

It is indeed a small fog demon, and it seems to be the two he killed the day before yesterday.

No!

Not seem!

"Location, number and facial expression..." Ailin checked one by one.

It's the one he killed before!

These two little fog monsters were his spoils of war.

After the mountain trial, Aylin once led Vesemir and the others to the cave of Old Spearhead to carry materials.

However, because the little fog monster was not a rare monster, and the bodies of Old Spearhead and the Water Ghost King were too big, they didn't care about him.

Before leaving Kaer Morhen today, I wanted to deal with them together after coming here and take them back.

But I didn't expect that my spoils of war were used as sacrifices by other "people".

Yes.

It's a sacrifice!

Aylin shook the fog arm bone of the little fog monster in his backpack.

Thinking of the type "sacrificial props" in the identification information.

Everything is clear.

But there is still one thing Aylin doesn't know.

"Where did that strange swamp witch come from?"

Thinking, Aylin checked this weird and bloody place again.

But whether using the perspective of the mirage pearl, the magic perspective of the wolf emblem, or the skill identification.

There are no useful clues here except for the bloody and weird things.

After realizing this, Ailin stood up, sighed, and stopped doing useless work.

He looked up at the sky, and the winter sun was setting.

"It's getting late, let's leave it here for now. When we meet Ms. Vera at night, we will ask about the arm bone of the little fog demon."

Having made the decision, he stopped pestering and turned to walk towards the direction of the Ring of Elements.

After walking for a distance, Ailin suddenly had an idea.

He turned back and took another look at the altar, and suddenly felt very familiar.

Think again.

A flash of inspiration flashed through his mind.

He suddenly remembered the "Ritual: Flesh Giant" that he had just obtained in his backpack.

From Ailin's current angle, this "Jingguan" is different from the ritual array in the cutscene.

But the bloody and strong style is exactly the same.

Ailin glanced at the Jingguan again, lowered his head and pondered:

"Could it be that this swamp witch and this ritual came from the same place?"

...

After leaving the strange Jingguan, Ailin never encountered any other accidents.

He walked carefully, and for safety and lightness, he did not even bring the body of the swamp witch, and only hung her head on his body.

However.

Before arriving at the cave of the old spearhead, not even a water ghost appeared.

Standing in the shallows in front of the cave, Ailin looked back at the clear killer lake and the deep and unfathomable lakeside forest, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Finally arrived at a safe place."

Even the situation of the demon evil god sacrifice appeared, it was hard not to worry about other troubles.

"Bang bang~"

Amid the sound of the crystal bottle colliding, Ailin took out a bottle of cat's eye potion.

The reason why he took this road today was not only to hunt monsters and improve his strength, but also to test this potion.

It was a pity that the things he encountered were weird and strange, and they were particularly sudden, so he had no chance to use the cat's eye.

"Bang~Bang~Bang~"

Kicking the rocks on the ground lightly, the snow stuck on the soles of his shoes fell down one after another.

After preparing everything, he walked into the cave of the old spearhead. After walking a few steps according to his memory, his eyes suddenly went black.

It was pitch black.

Ailin stopped and stood still.

"Pop! Gurgle~Gurgle~"

The potion was colorless and tasteless, and it was warm in the throat.

"It's like drinking boiled water."

As soon as this thought came up in his mind, the "cat's eye" in his stomach suddenly spread as if to refute it.

"Boom~Boom~Boom~"

The heart beat faster as the potion spread.

Ailin felt a pain in his chest, and the area around his eyeballs suddenly seemed to be filled with liquid, and the pressure suddenly increased.

After closing his eyes subconsciously, a white light flashed.

When he opened his eyes again, the dark cave was bright.

The stalactites on the top of the cave were dripping, various cracks were crisscrossed on the stone walls, and there were small pits in the depressions on the ground.

This should be the result of the old spearhead stepping in and out of the cave day by day.

…

Everything in the cave was covered with a layer of clear light, as if everything around was furry, but it did not affect normal vision.

This contradictory feeling...

"It's really... magical!"

Ailin couldn't help but exclaimed, and then he thought about it, and a question suddenly came to his mind:

"How can such a mild and harmless visual effect increase the critical hit rate?"