Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

The more Ailin thought about it, the more he felt that these monster nests seemed to have the same behavior pattern as the swamp witch he met near the Old Spearhead Cave before he went down the mountain.

They all appeared after the intersection of the celestial spheres, their strength far exceeded that of the general kind, and their behavior was different from that of the same kind.

Especially the strange behavior...

The swamp witch built a Jingguan for worshiping the evil god with the heads of water ghosts, and he still remembers that scene vividly.

It was also because of this Jingguan that he was watched by the big-eyed evil god and had to go to the Meliteli Temple in Elland as soon as the apprentice fighting competition of Ban Ade ended.

It can be said that everything that happened in between, the attack by Thomas More, the hunting of the great griffin, the martial law of the Vengerberg war, the attack on the wild hunt in the floating harbor, and finally the May Festival in Elland...

The cause of this series of stories is ultimately because of that strange swamp witch.

And the behavior patterns of these monster nests are also very strange.

The number of corpse-eating creatures has accumulated to such an extent, but they did not attack the village, but carefully stole corpses and captured wild animals in the forest.

This is simply abnormal to the extreme.

"Could these monster nests be believers of a certain evil god like the swamp witch?" Ailin thought, "Or the evil god took advantage of the spatial fluctuations brought by the intersection of the celestial spheres to drill into the demon hunter world..."

"It seems a bit far-fetched, and the cause is the result..."

"The monster nest appeared after the intersection of the celestial spheres, which is just my conjecture. Moreover, the monster nest is said to be intelligent, but it is different from the naturally cunning monsters like the swamp witch..."

"A monster nest that is extremely stupid at birth, just a reproductive tool for corpse-eating creatures, and will become smarter after producing giant ghouls, really has the potential to become a believer of the evil god?"

Ailin was about to deny this in his heart.

In essence, he did not want the monster nest to be a believer of the evil god.

Because ordinary monsters and believers of the evil god are fundamentally different.

It is the nature of corpse-eating creatures to kill and accumulate corpses, but it is very likely that the evil god believers kill and accumulate corpses in order to summon the evil god.

Just thinking of the latter possibility, Aylin's face is not very good.

Wait!

There is another factor that has not been confirmed...

The swamp witch came to this world through the ring of elements, and the monster's nest...

"Is there a place of magic nearby?" Aylin looked at Arthur, "Or a relic left over from the Elf Empire?"

"A place of magic... Relics..." Arthur was stunned.

"I don't know if there is a place of magic nearby. I'm afraid I have to ask Mason's magic advisor, Ms. Agatha," Arthur frowned and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, "As for the relics of the Elf Empire..."

"Sir Aylin, you may not know..."

"Vizima and Elland were built on the ruins of the Elf King's Court. Temeria is full of elf relics."

Aylin nodded when he heard it. He just asked casually, but he was not disappointed.

Ordinary magic places are no different from any wilderness except that the surrounding elements are enriched. They are not useful for improving magic talent, nor do they produce any natural treasures.

Only some mystical professions, such as warlocks, demon hunters, and witch doctors, may need such an environment when performing certain rituals.

And this environment can still be replaced.

Just like the school badge of the Wolf School only requires an environment rich in magic power. In essence, it is already a finished product. It can be activated by warlocks... or even male and female witch apprentices.

Ordinary people who live near magic places for a long time are in danger of being eroded by magic and deformed.

Therefore, they have almost no way to know this kind of mystical knowledge, and there is no need to know it.

However, Arthur knows so much about the terrain of Mahakam that even those who know it so well can't explain it clearly.

Then it is very likely that there is no magic place here, and everything is just his...

"But..." Arthur interrupted Aylin with narrowed eyes, making Aylin's heart skip a beat.

Arthur looked up at the sky covered by dense leaves and recalled, "But Derek seemed to have mentioned..."

"In the mountains behind his village, there is a decaying tower built in the mountains."

"Do you know where it is?" Ailin asked hurriedly.

"I haven't been here, but when I was a guest at his house, Derek pointed in the direction, it seemed..."

Arthur paused for a few seconds, turned back to identify the direction of the Moore Village, then walked a few steps sideways, looked up at the position of the sun, and then pointed to a certain direction on the northwest side.

Ailin's face suddenly changed, he leaned over and squatted, closed his eyes and meditated.

"Baji~Baji~"

The loud sound of flesh and blood squirming sounded again in his mind, and the direction...

Ailin opened his eyes suddenly.

The direction was almost the same as Arthur's finger.

Ailin swallowed his saliva.

No matter how unwilling he was to believe it, he had to admit that the possibility that the monster's nest was the evil god's believers was surprisingly high.

"What's wrong, Sir Arryn? Is there something wrong with that tower?"

When Arthur saw Arryn's expression suddenly change, he felt empty in his heart, as if a disaster was about to happen.

Arryn slowly stood up, weighed the pros and cons, and told the truth: "These seven monster nests may not only be monsters that produce monsters, they may be believers of the evil god..."

"The followers of the evil god..." Arthur's eyes widened, "The Monster's Nest...are those stupid corpse-eating creatures also followers of the evil god?"

Aylin did not rush to explain, but looked at Vesemir, who also had his eyes widened: "Do you still remember why we came to Elland in the first place?"

"For the evil god to curse?" Vesemir frowned, "Wait a minute... you just asked about the place of magic... the ring of elements... what do you mean?"

"Back then I met a strange swamp witch who sacrificed the heads of water ghosts to the evil god." Aylin nodded solemnly. "It was precisely because I entered that altar by mistake that I was cursed by the evil god..."

Arthur listened to the conversation between the two witchers.

He doesn't know what the Ring of Elements is, and what it has to do with the Magical Palace... What's so strange about the swamp witch building the Jingguan...

Arthur only knew that Master Vesemir's expression had become more and more serious.

He...accepted Aylin's point of view.

But the evil god... Even if Arthur is not a member of the demon-hunting army and has only a superficial understanding of mysticism, he also knows that legendary life... to be more precise, flesh, blood and flesh are the most important materials for a certain type of taboo ritual.

The followers of the evil god have gathered hundreds of corpse-eating creatures in this deep mountain...

What... do they want to do? ! !

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"Arthur!"

"Arthur!"

"Ah!" Arthur suddenly came to his senses, his whole body soaked in cold sweat.

"Are you okay?" Aylin asked with concern.

"No...it's okay..." Arthur swallowed, feeling that his throat was so dry that it seemed to be on fire.

"Is the evil...evil god...real?" He looked at Vesemir cautiously, deliberately avoiding Aelin, and asked.

"I'd love to say no," Vesemir said, "but unfortunately that's the most likely possibility."

"You yourself also know how weird the actions of these monster nests are..."

"Obviously such corpse-eating creatures have been produced, but they only stole the corpses and did not attack the village on a large scale..."

"Not only do you know how to put your weakest part in the most conspicuous place to show your weakness to the enemy, but you also continue to learn and evolve during the battle..."

After his worst guess was confirmed, Arthur took a deep breath and calmed down.

"What can I do?" he asked.

Vesemir glanced at him appreciatively: "Go back now, inform Sara of the situation here, let her prepare, and inform the old Duke of this matter as soon as possible..."

"And the high priest!" Aylin added. He had not forgotten the "eyes of the evil god" and how much suffering he had suffered from tossing and turning over and over again. "Ask Aunt Ianna if there is any way to avoid being noticed by the evil god. arrive."

"What about you?" Arthur nodded and asked.

"Erni and the others will escort you back, we..."

"Master Vesemir!" the young demon hunter complained in a dissatisfied voice, interrupting Vesemir.

"Be obedient!" Vesemir scolded with raised eyebrows, then ignored the resentful look in the young demon hunter's eyes and continued, "Aelin and I will continue to search for the remaining monster nests and see if we can find them in the distance. 'count'……"

Arthur worried: "But the Mahakam Mountains are complex and it is easy to get lost in the mountains without a guide."

Aelin and Vesemir looked at each other and smiled.

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"We will find a way, please leave quickly... Ernie, Kral, lead everyone to protect Sir Arthur..."

"yes!"

"knew!"

The young witcher answered reluctantly.

Arthur originally wanted to say that even the most experienced hunters would not dare to abandon their guide the first time they went so far into Mahakam.

But as soon as the words came to my lips...

Aylin bent his knees and closed his eyes, and the scene of the monster's nest that they had spent two or three days unable to find suddenly appeared in front of him.

The understatement was still vivid in his mind, making Arthur's mouth open. In the end, he just said "be careful" dryly, and disappeared into the forest with the seven reluctant witchers.

…

"Finally gone..." Looking at the empty forest land after a large group of people disappeared, Vesemir let out a sigh of relief.

Aylin saw his look and made a joke: "Is taking care of a child so tiring?"

"You're not much older than them," Vesemir rolled his eyes and said angrily, "And don't forget, Captain Aelin, you are the master witcher who should take care of the child... "

As they talked and laughed, the atmosphere became more relaxed after the young demon hunter and Arthur left.

"I have already informed the good girl to come." Aylin suddenly stopped smiling and said without any clue.

"Then keep walking. When your good girl comes, you may not be able to see what you want to see." Vesemir lowered his head and looked at the densely packed corpse-eating creatures in the valley that looked like maggots and made people feel numb. group.

Then he tilted his head and asked, "Do you know the way?"

"You don't have to know the way..." Aylin shook his head and pointed to the other end of the valley, which was covered by mountains, rocks and trees. "The Count is right there..."

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This land is barren, with overgrown weeds, and trees of unknown species stretching out twisted roots and branches, like the devil's tentacles stretching out from hell.

What makes this terrifying atmosphere even more aggravating is that despite the lush foliage and shrubs, no living thing can be seen.

A faint rancid smell hung in the air.

"A poor cover-up..." Vesemir looked around as he walked, "It's so quiet here that even my hair stands on end..."

An inexplicably depressing atmosphere lingered around, making Aylin shrug his shoulders in discomfort.

"It's indeed clumsy," he said softly, "Maybe it's because we are close enough to it."

"Bah~"

The sound of flesh and blood in his mind seemed to be right in front of him.

The ferocious beast was swallowing rotten flesh and blood, its intestines were wriggled and digested...

He didn't need to think carefully, just listening to the sound, the abundant human imagination made him feel sick to his stomach.

"Roar~"

A rough yet childish roar, accompanied by the sound of excretion.

Aylin then knew that there was another hateful monster in this world.

"Are you okay?" Vesemir looked at him worriedly, "Do you want to rest for a while?"

"It's okay," he shook his head, discarding the discomfort of his brain being polluted, and pointed to the brown soil slope in front of him that blocked his view, "it's just ahead."

It's indeed right in front.

When they jumped casually, they jumped up a bare hill.

Everything visible to the naked eye made the two demon hunters' pupils shrink at the same time, and they couldn't help but put their hands on the hilt of the silver sword.

Red, bright red, dark red...

Dirty flesh and blood spread into a carpet with a radius of nearly a kilometer, covering the ground, as if the mother of nature had been cut with a bloody wound by a sharp blade.

There seemed to be parasites squirming in the "wound". Looking carefully, I found that there were nearly a thousand corpse-eating creatures carrying the corpse...

Human, beast, monster...

The horizon is as far as the eye can see.

This large valley seemed like a slaughterhouse of flesh and blood, and the two demon hunters hadn't even seen the "Count" yet.

In silence, the two demon hunters took a deep breath and released their hands holding the hilts of their swords.

They looked at each other, and saw the shock and traces of fear in each other's eyes. Then they followed the ridge, half-crouching, and carefully walked in the direction where the corpse-eating creature transported the body parts.

"Huh~"

The wind in the mountains carried the strong smell of blood and stench.

"Buzz~"

"Buzz~"

The sect badge hummed quietly.

At the top of the mountain in the distance, the dome tower reveals its broken brick and withered body, and the gaudy and magnificent style of the mountain people can be vaguely distinguished.

Aelin understood immediately.

This dilapidated tower is the elven ruins in Arthur's mouth.

Then, the two witchers looked at each other again and continued up the ridge.

Domes, arched windows, walls carved with large ships and dragons, then wide open doors, and closed bright red eyelids...

Eyelids?

Aelin realized something was wrong.

At this moment.

The closed eyes clinging to the tower with bright red flesh suddenly opened.

Dragon-like red vertical pupils stared at him.

"Bah-"

The sound of flesh and blood in his mind suddenly stopped.