Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

A rock troll like Shanshi whose size is comparable to a small mountain...

Is its blood more effective?

For example, one drop of Shanshi's blood is equivalent to two, three, or even more drops of blood donated by ordinary rock trolls.

The demon hunter pondered.

It is natural to have such an idea. After all, Shanshi's super-standard size is there. If there is nothing special, how can it grow so big?

But the next second, looking at the rock troll corpses of different sizes around him, Ailin denied this idea in his heart.

"If the blood requirement of the "Summon I" task really changes due to the size of the rock troll, the size of the big stone and the small stone is also twice as different, how can it only increase the progress of one task."

Of course, Ailin will not give up collecting Shanshi's blood. After all, this is also a task indicator.

"Hiss~"

When the magic power is mostly restored, the adverse reactions caused by the body turning into mist also disappear.

Ailin took a deep breath and controlled the magic power to flow into the "arm bone of the little fog demon" again.

"Bang~"

With a barely audible sound, the demon hunter turned into a light mist and floated to a pit five meters away to restore its original form.

"Ding! Do you want to absorb the blood of the rock troll?"

He checked the option without hesitation.

[Ding! Mission: Summon I (Collect 18/20 blood of rock trolls)]

Hmm?

18?

Alin was stunned for a moment, called the Demon Hunter's Notes with his mind, and confirmed the system prompts two or three times.

One drop of the blood of a mountain stone can actually equal the blood of eight ordinary rock trolls!

"Why is this mountain stone so special?"

Alin was puzzled for a moment, then suppressed his curiosity and suppressed this question that could not be answered for the time being.

He is now in the battlefield between humans and monsters, which is not a good place to think about problems.

But since there are still two drops of rock troll blood...

Alin glanced around.

The fact that the mountain stone was injured gave him inspiration. There were traces of blood even under the mountain stone's residence. There was no reason why other rock trolls with weaker strength would not have them.

Sure enough.

He gazed carefully according to his memory.

Other places where rock trolls had stayed also had blood pools or black spots.

So, Ailin re-entered the process of atomization, collection, restoration of magic power, atomization, collection, restoration of magic power...

In five minutes, he collected four more drops of blood from rock trolls.

However, he did not immediately hand in the Demon Hunting Notes to complete the task, but deposited these drops of blood in an empty potion bottle.

Ailin still remembered that when he completed the hunting task for the first time, the sudden intersection of the celestial spheres caused him a lot of trouble.

If it weren't for the Mirage Pearl, he would have almost died under the Ice Spear Curse of the Water Ghost King.

At this time, completing the "Summon I" task, no matter what monster the celestial sphere intersection sent over, it would be meaningless to him.

Saving these drops of blood, finding an opportunity to complete the task, and releasing the celestial sphere intersection may have unexpected results.

Thinking like this.

Aylin suddenly found that his most powerful means now was not magic seals, swordsmanship, or even [Demon Hunting], but the intersection of the celestial spheres that could randomly summon powerful monsters.

"Okay, all the rock troll blood that can be collected has been collected."

Aylin looked at the tower shield that was slowly retreating into the cave, and then looked at the excited and angry rock trolls, and prepared to go back and reunite with Francesca.

Although there were still eight rock trolls whose blood had not been collected.

But their territory was either too close to the battlefield or too flat, without any shelter.

Aylin, who could complete the task "Summoning I" at any time, did not need to take this risk.

"Bang~"

The magic power poured in, and a thin mist appeared.

The next time Aylin reappeared, he was already in the dark shadow of the cave.

Francesca looked at the mist gathering into a human shape in surprise, and couldn't help asking:

"Ai... Ailin, this ability to turn into mist is..."

"It's a little trick of our demon hunters. As you can see, it turns into mist and becomes invisible, that's all."

That's all?

Francesca found it a little hard to understand.

Ailin's many performances gradually broke through her inherent concept of the demon hunter population.

An age that doesn't match his strength, knowledge of distinguishing advanced illusions, strange potions that can change appearance and enable night vision, and these endless little tricks of demon hunters...

Even for invisibility, demon hunters have two completely different ways.

Francesca is now a little confused about how many of the records of the Ain Sheed family are effective.

"Fortunately, these demon hunters did not join the side of the King of Kaedwen, otherwise, with such a variety of methods, the Ain Sheed family would be in real trouble."

Thinking of this, Francesca's eyebrows relaxed slightly.

She looked at Aylin who seemed to be distracted, and an idea suddenly came to her mind.

"Perhaps, I can win over these demon hunters for the free elves?"

...

Aylin was still unclear at this time.

When he had not yet figured out how to win over the elves as allies, the future queen of the elves had already thought of winning over the demon hunters.

He calmly got out of the weakness after the mist.

After looking at the tower shield that was about to be completely evacuated, he stood up and walked towards the direction of the illusion.

"Let's go, Francesca, the situation of both the enemy and us has been explored clearly, let's go back and find the target."

"What did you find?" Francesca asked curiously.

"The Kaedwen army suffered heavy losses, and many rock trolls also died..."

Can’t you understand this just by looking at it?

Francesca thought to herself, it was too perfunctory.

Aylin led the way back along the original path and continued:

"Also...in the near future, these king's soldiers will definitely suffer another big loss."

Francesca was stunned for a moment.

She turned her head and glanced at the rock troll, which was obviously at a disadvantage despite making a lot of movement, and asked curiously:

"How did you come to this conclusion?"

Aylin looked back at Francesca, smiled mysteriously, and said:

"It's just a small trick of the demon hunter, not worth mentioning."

Another witcher's trick?

Francesca's figure suddenly froze.

But she knew she couldn't ask anything, so she simply followed Aylin while changing the topic to the direction she was interested in.

"Ai Lin, you said you are a demon hunter from the Wolf School?"

Aylin was stunned for a moment, not knowing what Francesca wanted to say, so he took out the wolf emblem hidden in the leather armor and nodded:

"Yes, I am a witcher of the Wolf School, from Kaer Morhen in the northern part of the Blue Mountains."

"If I remember correctly, among the six schools of demon hunters, the purpose of the Wolf School is to adhere to neutrality..."

Francesca paused for a moment, seeming to consider her words:

"But now you..."

"But why do I now accept the commission from the elves, a force that is obviously hostile to the human kingdom of Kaedwen?"

Aylin paused for a few seconds, then continued moving forward without looking back.

"Hmm~"

Francesca nodded, and a nasal sound cautiously came out of the black mask.

The next moment.

Silence fell.

"Da~da~da~"

The footsteps of the elves echoed in the dark and lightless passage.

At this moment, Francesca suddenly discovered that there was not even a trace of footsteps when the witcher was walking.

And he was still walking normally without slowing down at all.

Only one person's footsteps echoed in the passage.

Walk, walk.

In a daze, she felt as if she was walking alone in the dark.

An inexplicable sense of fear arose spontaneously.

"When did Aelin's footsteps start to disappear?"

"Three days ago, didn't he still make sounds when he walked?"

She wanted to step forward and pat the witcher on the shoulder, but she was afraid that when the witcher turned around, the twisted and ferocious face of the demon would appear.

"I wouldn't have asked this question if I had known better."

Francesca suddenly regretted asking that question.

At this time.

"Wolf……"

"Tap~tap~"

The sound of panicked footsteps interrupted Aylin.

He turned his head, glanced at Francesca who suddenly took two steps back, shook his head strangely, and then said:

"The Wolf School still hopes to abide by neutrality, but some people are forcing us to join a war that we don't want to join..."

"So we can only resist..."

Francesca was stuck under a black mask, blushing, and took two quick steps to follow Aylin.

"after all……"

After pausing for a second, Aylin stopped and turned around to stare into Francesca's azure eyes that were somewhat evasive for some reason:

"When you want to kill someone, you can't expect that person not to fight to the death..."

After thinking carefully, Aylin did not choose to hide it.

Even though the elves have been in decline for a long time, they still have a population of at least hundreds of thousands.

Due to the excellent physical fitness of the elves and the learning advantages of the immortal species, among the 100,000 people, there are at least 10,000 capable soldiers.

In comparison, the Wolf School has only forty or fifty people.

Moreover, the crisis of Kaer Morhen's destruction is not far away, and they need to first release the goodwill of alliance and cooperation.

but.

Aylin was actually very skeptical about how much say the future Elf Queen, the current Princess of the Qiao family, and the young version of Francesca would have in the Elf clan.

So this is just an attempt and an overture.

His current main strategy target is still the red-haired elf - the elf sage Ada Emin.

She had promised.

If Arryn could find a human couple and send them out of Kaedwen.

Aelin can get what he wants most.

Although what Riddler Ada said was very vague, Aylin guessed that that thing was probably the support of the elves.

"When you want to kill someone, you can't expect that person not to resist..."

Francesca chewed on the witcher's words, her eyes became brighter and brighter, and the look she looked at Aylin became more and more affectionate.

He can naturally understand the implicit meaning of the sentence.

only……

"How stupid is the king of Kaedwen to push the Wolf School to the opposite side?"

Francesca sneered in her heart, looked up at the demon hunter's back, and was about to say a few words of solicitation for her tribe.

At this time.

Aylin suddenly slowed down.

A bright white light shines from the end of the passage ahead.

Fantasy - Baiguoyuan has arrived.

…

"...Humans...Escape...Trolls...Victory..."

The tower shield disappeared at the entrance of the cave, and silly cheers resounded throughout the cave.

Although the rock trolls are intelligent, they are basically at the level of a five- or six-year-old human child.

They don't understand what a war of attrition is and what it means to retreat in order to advance.

All they knew was that they had once again beaten away evil, bug-like humans.

"...Trolls...Victory...eat meat..."

Some started dancing directly on the battlefield at the entrance of the cave, and even curled up into balls and rolled around on the ground.

Of course not all trolls are like this.

"...wu...little pebbles...wu...little iron pot...wu...little gems...wu...don't eat meat..."

The whimper of a troll silenced the cheering trolls.

Several rock trolls can no longer eat meat, which makes all rock trolls who like to eat meat feel extremely sad.

This situation has been repeated many times in the past three days.

For simple people, happiness and sadness will be short-lived.

The same goes for simple rock trolls.

It's just that this time the rock trolls' happiness will be shorter-lived, because...

"...No more meat..."

The deep sound of rocks sounded.

The food prepared before hibernation was eaten a day ago due to the constant fierce battle after waking up.

The meat eaten in the past two days was Shan Shitou's own rations, but the meat was distributed to so many rock trolls, and no matter how frugal it was, it could not last more than a few meals.

The rock troll was awakened too early from his sleep, and the food had not yet arrived as expected.

"...No more meat...Trolls...Victory...No more meat..." The other rock trolls were disappointed.

"Boom~"

Shan Shitou sat down.

The food was all given to the little trolls, and Shan Shitou had not eaten for a day.

The continuous fierce fighting had made him tired, and now he could hardly support his own weight.

After sitting on the ground, Shan Shitou's mind went blank.

But vaguely.

Rotten, sour, fishy...

He seemed to smell the food, and it was the most delicious kind.

The other rock trolls were very anxious when they saw Shan Shitou suddenly sitting down.

"...There is no meat...the rocks...have fallen..."

"…victorious…no meat left…mountain rocks…fallen…"

"...Woo...little pebbles...Woo...small iron pot...Woo...little gems...Woo...mountain stones...Woo...mountain stones..."

The cave room suddenly became noisy.

until……

"...No more meat...eat meat...human beings...enemies...eat meat..."

An unknown rock troll suddenly roared.

The rock trolls at the scene couldn't help but look to the ground when they heard the roar.

"...No more meat...fire...dead humans...no more meat..."

Yes, most of the human corpses on the ground were burned to char and powder.

The noise in the cave room returned again, until the mountain stone stood up unsteadily.

"Boom~Boom~Boom~"

Huge but feeble footsteps, accompanied by tremors on the ground.

Under the gaze of the rock trolls' mung bean-sized eyes, the moment Shan Shitou walked in front of the rock troll's body, his huge body suddenly stopped for a moment.

He bent down and grabbed a large handful of black and green meat.

The movement of the rocks caused cave winds, blowing the smell of carrion to the nose of every rock troll.

"Gulu~"

The sound of swallowing saliva sounded almost simultaneously.

But what surprised the troll was that after Shan Shitou grabbed the carrion, he didn't put it directly into his mouth.

"Hiss~"

It leaned closer to the carrion and took a sharp breath.

"...This is the smell of a witcher!"