Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

"How much longer?"

Aylin quietly squeezed Francesca's hand.

"Two minutes!"

"Valley Daisy" came the instinctive reply.

The pinched right hand uncomfortably tried to withdraw, but when he opened his eyes he saw the menacing rock trolls all around him.

After trembling with fright, he instinctively tightened his grip on Aylin's hand and let go after several seconds.

Huh?

Why...why are there so many monsters standing there?

And the witchers, the houses... what are they talking about?

Francesca, who followed the demon hunter's instructions and was immersed in recovering her mental power, didn't notice the movement in the outside world.

At this time.

She found that although the rock trolls around her were all big and round with ferocious faces, none of them attacked them.

Her beautiful blue eyes suddenly lit up, and she couldn't help but look at the demon hunter in surprise.

"Witcher, you...how did you do it?"

"Shh!"

Aylin put his index finger between his lips and did not look back.

His attention was always on Shan Shitou, and he said softly:

"When I call your name, hug my neck tightly and don't let go, do you hear me?"

"ah?"

Francesca tilted her head in confusion.

Before she could ask in detail.

"roar!"

The moment Shan Shitou roared, the demon hunter instantly switched the silver sword to his right hand, and then reapplied a Quen shield to himself.

"...Witcher enemies...metal stick injuries...trolls stay away...stones...smashed!!!"

Before he finished speaking, Shan Shitou first lifted up a huge stone that was as big as Aylin beside him.

"Francesca!" Aylin yelled.

Then he suddenly hugged "Valley Daisy"'s waist and held him in his arms.

Francesca also understood the meaning of the witcher's words at this time, and instinctively hugged the witcher's neck.

So light!

An idea flashed through Aelin's mind.

This elf doesn't seem to weigh as much as Elsa.

The next moment, the witcher smelled the fragrance of white roses and fir trees.

However, Aylin could no longer devote his extra energy to Francesca at this time.

He gritted his teeth, his muscles were congested with blood, and he stamped his right foot on the ground and rushed forward.

"Huh~"

A large rock about the same size as him hit the ground behind him, grazing his hair almost as he stepped forward.

The howling wind blew the hair on his forehead.

"boom!"

The moment the boulder hit the ground, it shattered into countless pieces of rubble and shot out in all directions.

Some of them flew directly towards the witcher's back.

However, the 41-point mysterious shield combined with the LV3 Quen Seal was obviously not something that these splashing rubbles could break.

The pale golden shield attached to the leather armor just alternated between light and dark for a while before being hidden again.

"ah!"

A scream.

The boulder flew right in front of me.

With the night vision of Francesca's night hood, she could clearly see the texture of the cracks on the rock surface.

The shadow of death has never been so close to her, not even half a meter away.

This "novel" experience made Francesca scream in fear.

Screams exploded in my ears.

Aelin thought Francesca had been hit by gravel.

So with a thought in mind, she passed her left hand through the inside of Francesca's knee and tightly grasped her right waist.

While fixing Francesca's calves, support her thighs.

Then……

"Bend down, lower your head, shrink down!"

Aylin lowered his head to avoid the rocks thrown from the right and shouted loudly.

The frightened Francesca quickly complied, curling up like a baby and clutching the front of the Witcher's leather armor with both hands.

"Continue to restore your mental strength!"

Feeling Francesca adjust her movements, Aylin immediately quickened the pace.

Thirty-one points of power, although not enough for Aelin to easily drag the Water Ghost King back to Kaer Morhen like Vesemir.

But Francesca, who is so light and weighs only about 70 to 80 pounds, will not have much impact on Aylin's skills.

At least not when running away.

Various stones in the huge cave were flying in the sky, and then brought with them gray dust, hitting Aylin head-on like a heavy rain.

Naturally, the witcher cannot dodge all the stones.

He could only do his best to dodge some large rocks, and then let the Quen shield absorb the damage of smaller, slower rocks.

After dodging the huge rocks thrown by the mountain rocks, the demon hunter suddenly noticed something.

"Qiang!"

The silver sword returns to its sheath.

Under this kind of offensive, with his current strength, he couldn't split the stone thrown at him with his silver sword.

But if you really want to kill one or two rock trolls, it is not only pointless, but also very dangerous.

Aelin learned about the rock troll's attack pattern from Big Stone.

Throwing stones is only a test and warning, with the intention of driving away and deterring the enemy, and rarely includes the intention of killing.

In their simple thinking, this is even a way of playing with each other.

When Aylin was dodging, he noticed that there were many smaller rock trolls, throwing them around and fighting with each other.

Many other trolls were also lazy, only paying attention to the first wave of attacks, and the frequency of throwing after that was significantly reduced.

The demon hunter even inadvertently saw a rock troll glance at the mountain rocks, its small green bean-sized eyes flickering, and the stone it threw was not even one meter away.

There aren't many rock trolls actually attacking seriously.

Obviously.

Although I don't know what Vesemir did, not all rock trolls are hostile to him.

But if it really hurts any rock troll...

A picture of more than a dozen stone mountains rushing towards him suddenly appeared in his mind, and Ailin trembled all over.

therefore.

The silver sword is useless, it is better to use one hand to cast the seal, which can also be used to disguise yourself on the surface and relax the fighting spirit of other trolls.

"Bang!"

The translucent shock wave instantly blew past the rock troll four meters away, causing it to lose its balance while holding the stone and instinctively let go of its hands.

The stone fell immediately due to gravity and hit the giant monster on the head.

"Ouch!"

After letting out a scream, it naturally rolled into a ball on the ground, and whether intentionally or unintentionally, it knocked down the two rock trolls next to it.

"Well……"

"This is an unexpected surprise!"

Aylin was enjoying himself and was about to turn quickly and rush towards the fallen rock trolls, using those trolls as a shield.

"Bang!"

Quen's shield suddenly shattered.

"Attack from behind!"

The demon hunter frowned, and controlled the shock wave with his mind to explode directly in the direction of the hit, preventing it from affecting Francesca in his arms.

"Hiss~"

The moment he turned around and bent over, Aylin took a sharp breath of cold air.

Got hit!

Quen's shield and its shattering shock wave just now failed to completely block the impact.

Aylin stabilized his body, endured the stinging pain in his latissimus dorsi, and quickly moved his right hand towards Quinn.

"Bang! Bang!"

The moment the pale golden light flashed, two more stones the size of human heads magnified in front of his eyes.

After all, the sudden injury interfered with Aylin's movements. Under the influence of the pain, his twisting and dodging posture froze.

The next moment, the newly added shield was broken again.

"Hmph~"

Another groan.

I felt severe pain in my right shoulder and lower back at the same time.

There is something wrong with these two stones!

How could he still be injured if he was clearly blocked?

No!

Even the previous one wasn't right.

He was clearly calculating the damage. With the size of that stone, how could it be possible to break the Kun En Seal so suddenly?

After Ailin put on the shield, he suddenly looked up.

In the direction where the three stones were thrown, stood the largest rock troll in the cave.

It's a mountain stone.

At some point, it replaced all the stones it threw with the "small" stones it just hit.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

The sound of Ling Ran breaking through the air was so chilling that Ailin's scalp felt numb.

Damn it!

Is Big Stone serious?

Is throwing stones really a test and a warning, without murderous intent?

Not only did Shan Shitou want to kill him, he even switched the type of cannonball according to the situation...

Ailin dodged in horror.

"Vesemir! What did you do to the mountain stone?"

"Bang! Bang!"

Three stones, only two were avoided.

The demon hunter gritted his teeth, tensed his muscles, and watched as the stone smashed the Quen shield on the left, and then a faint brown light came through, without being affected by the shock wave at all.

The leather armor on the deltoid muscles suddenly dented as if it had been hit hard.

"ah!"

Severe pain came, and Aylin couldn't help but cry out in pain.

What the hell?

How come the stones thrown by the rock troll still have magical effects?

"What's wrong, Demon Hunter, are you okay?" An anxious voice came from his arms.

Francesca knew she was now a liability.

In order not to affect the demon hunter's actions, she tried her best to curl up and reduce the size of her body in an extremely uncomfortable posture.

At the same time, his hands kept switching and exerting force according to the direction of the witcher's running, trying to avoid touching his limbs.

Therefore, there was only darkness in front of her eyes, and she could not see the outside scene at all. She could only work hard to restore her mental strength and believe that the demon hunter could protect herself.

but.

The witcher did exactly what he said and did not cause Francesca any harm.

Just the trembling and the cry of pain just now...

The witcher is injured!

Aylin ignored Francesca, and after another Quen, he rushed behind the fallen rock trolls in a few steps, squatting and panting.

"Bang! Bang!"

At this time, there were still rocks hitting him non-stop, but with the strength of Kunen's shield, as long as the rocks were not thrown from rocks, he could withstand at least five such attacks.

This is the temporary shelter that Ailin thought of in a flash of inspiration.

A temporary shelter on the battlefield that can only withstand five attacks.

"Are you okay, Witcher?" Francesca felt Aylin pause, raised her head and asked worriedly.

If she hadn't gotten carried away for a moment and wanted to show off her magic, how could she have...

She was worried and blaming herself in her heart.

The demon hunter pinched an Alder seal with his right hand to prevent the "shield" in front of him from standing up. Then he lowered his head at the sound and met a pair of blue eyes.

Regret, guilt, sadness, inferiority...

The emotions in those beautiful eyes were so complicated that it was difficult to understand.

"It's okay, just some minor injuries. Your mental strength still needs to be restored..."

"Ho~"

Shanshi roared again, interrupting the conversation between the two.

"... The little troll is lazy... There is no meat... Shanshi's fist... Every lazy little troll has it!"

Shanshi was so angry at the lazy rock troll that his sentences became much smoother.

"Oops!" Ailin thought to himself.

Sure enough.

The next moment after Shanshi roared angrily, stones of different sizes suddenly poured down like rain.

Ailin's forehead veins popped, and his footsteps circled the small area blocked by the three rock trolls, advancing left and right.

His right hand waved out a residual image, and the Quen shield was smashed by the unavoidable stones almost at the moment of formation.

The pale golden magic fragments floated and fell in the darkness, without stopping for a moment.

This scene was actually a bit beautiful.

Although the demon hunter certainly didn't think so, the elf certainly didn't think so either.

The elf grabbed Ailin's leather armor tightly, and the faint smell of rust penetrated the black mask, making her body tremble.

The protection of the demon hunter has kept her unscathed.

So the one bleeding is...

Francesca trembled and raised her head, and a drop of blood just happened to drip on her forehead at this moment.

One drop, two drops, three drops...

The warmth of the blood made her panic, and she held the demon hunter's leather armor with both hands until her knuckles turned white.

At this moment, everything around seemed to be silent.

Purple lips, upright nose...

And the blood stains that flowed from the forehead and across the entire face.

Suddenly, she remembered that decades ago, when the Ailerian uprising broke out, her father also held her like this and took her away from Shayla Weide.

Escape from the battlefield where blood flowed like a river and humans and Ain Sheedi were so killed that they couldn't tell each other apart.

But why didn't my father, as Ain Savini, want to lead the tribe to resist?

If I had joined the army of Ailerian at that time, with those experienced and powerful mages under my father, would everything be different?

Wouldn't they have lost their homeland, their people, and their... loved ones?

She wouldn't have to escape her father's control and come here for a vague clue.

She wouldn't have...

"Ah?"

The demon hunter suddenly stopped, interrupting Francesca's self-blame.

"Valley Daisy" looked at the demon hunter's expression, which suddenly changed from surprise to fear and despair. She seemed to realize something and turned her head to look.

Two spherical boulders with a diameter as long as the demon hunter's height quickly enlarged in front of their eyes.

No!

Those are not stones!

They are actually two living rock trolls! ! !

They were still slightly adjusting their clumsy postures in the air, and when they were only three meters away from the demon hunter and the elf, they cleverly used the rocks on their backs to face them.

Before she could have any emotions, Francesca suddenly felt her thigh being lifted up.

She subconsciously turned her head.

The demon hunter was opening his mouth wide and shouting something to him.

What was he saying?

Francesca was curious in a trance.

The moment she had this thought, the silent world suddenly disappeared, and she heard it.

The witcher was calling her name.

"Francesca!"

"Have you recovered?"

"Hurry up and teleport!!!"