Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 475: Settling the blood debt! (4200 words)
"You're not Quit!"

"Who are you?!!"

Earlier than expected, it was not the fake wizard named Padraic Vasquez downstairs... Listening to the shouting in his ears, Ailin remained unmoved.

He took advantage of the fact that the other wizards in the laboratory were instinctively attracted to Dante, who had just become stronger.

He walked past the two steel tables with blood-stained scalpels, tweezers, and bone saws indifferently, sniffed the pungent smell, deftly turned over the large still that had not been fired, and pushed away the young wizard who did not trigger the gem immediately...

Between the lightning and flint.

His right hand roughly followed the magical glow from the wolf emblem's perspective and took off the ruby ​​bird cuff on the goateed wizard's right wrist.

At the same time, his left hand reached out without hesitation to the oldest middle-aged wizard in the laboratory.

And at this moment...

"Pfft~"

"Pfft~"

Dante, who was outside the door, had entered the laboratory, brandishing two sharp swords, causing two astonished heads to fly off their shoulders.

Scarlet, warm blood spurted from the broken wound and rushed straight to the ceiling.

Remove two from the six.

"Stab!"

The emerald cufflink on his right wrist, which was wrapped in a circle of white cloth, was pulled directly off the middle-aged wizard's wrist.

At this time,

The middle-aged wizard was the first to react violently. The emerald square gem cuff on his left hand suddenly burst into a dazzling magical glow when it was only a finger's distance away from Arryn's outstretched hand.

"Ding!"

The gem shattered, and the middle-aged wizard's bloodstained pure white lab robe was suddenly covered with a layer of green glow.

Ailin withdrew his left hand, which had returned in vain, and clenched his right fist.

Ripples suddenly appeared in the void.

A long sword with mysterious etched patterns on the blade, which seemed to reflect the hazy silver light of a crescent moon, was grasped by him, drawn out, raised high and chopped down fiercely.

"No!"

The middle-aged wizard struggled to dodge, but his eyes did not show fear, but rage.

But Elsa will not stop because of the wrath of her enemies.

The long sword pierced the air, making a loud scream.

Amid the piercing scream, the turquoise light suddenly shattered, creating a huge shock wave.

The entire enclosed room was buzzing. The shock wave blew away the steel table, and threw the scalpel, tweezers, and bone saw into the air. They slammed heavily against the wall with a loud bang, and then fell apart.

Countless bottles and cans shattered instantly, and strange contents flowed out, including internal organs, fetuses, blood, solutions, strong acids...

The liquid mixed with the turbid liquid, corroding the ground and making a hissing sound.

Except for the middle-aged wizard who remained in place, the other three wizards who were not dead were also affected by the shock wave and were knocked away with screams.

Of course, Ailin would not be unaffected. The violent air fluctuations tore through his ill-fitting white lab robe, and the Quen seal flickered on the dark red leather armor.

However, being experienced and well prepared, he did not confront it.

While leaning sideways to weaken the impact, he leaped up along with the force spreading outwards.

In mid-air, he exchanged cold glances with the goateed wizard's terrified eyes.

A pirouette, a short, efficient swing of the forearm...

Brilliant silver light and scarlet blood light intertwined.

Elsa sleekly cut off the wizard's head with a sword before he could raise his finger and chant a spell.

After landing on the ground, he stabbed the staggering wizard, Elisha, in the chest without stopping.

When Elisha emerged from the chaos caused by the shock wave and discovered the sharp blade, the silver-white sharp tip of the sword was less than half a meter away from him.

"Watch out, Aelin!"

As Dante's anxious shout reached his ears, a strong sense of crisis made Ailin's hair stand on end.

In a flash, he quickly glanced around, kicked the steel bench fixed to the ground with his left foot, moved his wrist, leaned over and changed from stabbing to sweeping.

"嗤啦~"

The dazzling lightning struck the empty bench, and the steel chair - which was more like a torture device than a seat, as it was covered with sharp needles and iron hoops - was split in half.

With a deafening roar, the steel melted and turned into red-hot molten iron.

Ailin rolled on the ground, avoiding the lightning, took the hand that Dante extended to him, and stood up.

"The new potion you made is a bit strong."

Dante took two deep breaths, crossed his hands suddenly in front of him, and used the lavender shield of the Othrop sign to block another lightning with difficulty.

The icy blue between the whites of the two demon hunters' eyes gradually faded.

The effects of the potion blizzard wore off.

now.

Ailin took a deep breath before he saw Bonte again after nearly half a year.

Bonte leaned against the wall at the door with his eyes closed.

He was still alive, but his deathly pale color caused by excessive blood loss and his breathing so weak that one had to heighten his perception to hear it made him look more like a corpse.

He was not wearing the standard leather armor of the Wolf School. His wrists and ankles were covered with deep bruises and scratches from struggling, and his naked body was covered with bean-sized pinholes.

Most of them weren't even healed yet, they just weren't bleeding, like he was running out of blood.

It was obvious that he had spent a long time on the torture device that was split open by the wizard's lightning.

However, Ailin could see that Master Dante really put his heart into it. In such a critical situation just now, he tried his best to prevent Bonte from suffering secondary injuries.

In addition to killing two defenseless wizards, most of the effectiveness of "Blizzard" was used on him.

Ailin shifted his gaze away from his companion's miserable body and took a deep breath.

The fire in his heart that had been somewhat quelled by the killing was reignited, and his heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

"What a bunch of damned beasts!" He uttered a curse through his teeth.

At this time, there were only ten seconds left before Ailin broke in in disguise.

Of the six wizards in the Risberg Civil Partnership, four were killed.

Do not!
More than four!

"what--"

A scream suddenly sounded behind me.

Ailin was not surprised and turned his head to look at the sound.

The wizard named Elisha seemed to be about to stand up from the ground when his sense of pain, which had been blocked by adrenaline, was activated and he found that his legs were cut off at the knees.

He screamed and blood gushed out from the broken part uncontrollably.

The smell of blood became stronger throughout the laboratory.

It is still a question whether he can survive with such injuries. It is obvious that he is not even half a fighting force.

The results were impressive.

Speaking of it, Ailin's fighting style is actually very similar to that of a warlock. Both of them need time to release powerful skills to make the final decision.

Ailin uses [Demon Hunting]. As long as he is given enough time and uses the roar of the beast, he can kill the evil god's host.

But if he is not given time to use [Demon Hunting], he will only be at the level of a top demon hunter.

And the situation just now had suppressed his frontal combat power to the lowest point. Thousands of extremely powerful and well-coordinated guards were waiting for him inside and outside the tower, so he could not use skills with strong side effects such as "Beast Roar: Frenzy", which directly reduced his strength.

Bonte and Dante were in the lab again, using bombs that didn't distinguish between friend and foe, but that didn't work either.

Therefore, it is even worse to use [Demon Hunt] slowly to make progress.

Assassination is the best and his only choice.

And the effect was so good that it was ridiculous. In fact, Arryn had never thought that he could kill all the wizards except one intact one.

how to say……

Thanks to the two-handed sword of the Cat School and the demon hunter Brett of the Cat School, knowing more skills is always useful.

of course……

Being able to react under the blessing of "Snowstorm" and "Giant Ghoul Decoction", as well as the terrifying magic strength of instant lightning...

The middle-aged wizard whose two instant-cast gems were only consumed by Ailin is very strong!

It is much stronger than the current magic source Viggofortz.

"This is the territory laboratory of the Risberg Civil Partnership Organization. Who are you?"

The middle-aged wizard waved a birch staff that appeared out of nowhere. The top of the staff was equipped with a skull, which looked very much like a human's, but was only the size of a fist.

Elisha screamed and flew towards him. Then flames started at the broken parts of his legs. After a burnt smell, his blood vessels were burned and closed.

He waved the staff again, which seemed to block out the severe pain. Elisha stared at his broken legs in a daze and muttered.

"I'm disabled……"

"I'm disabled?"

"I'm disabled!"

He raised his head suddenly, stared at Ailin with eyes full of hatred, and shouted hysterically:

"Kill them! Kill them, Mentor Ronnie! Kill them!"

"Shut up!" The middle-aged wizard called Ronnie scolded and waved his staff. Elisha was immediately silenced and could only stare at Ailin and Dante with resentment.

The question was not responded to.

Ronnie didn't care. Instead, he seemed to have not seen the blood-soaked laboratory or his colleagues whose heads and bodies were severed. He glanced at Bonte who was rescued at the door and said calmly:

"Silver Sword, Cat Eyes, Leather Armor... You are from the Demon Hunter Order. No, now it should be the Wolf School. You are the Demon Hunters of the Wolf School."

"Dark red leather armor, and a master demon hunter from the Wolf School..."

After calmly scanning the faces of the two witcher masters of the Wolf School for a moment, his eyes passed over the older Dante and instead stopped on Ailin's face.

"I think..." He glanced at Bonte again, "I think we may have some misunderstandings. The demon hunter of your sect was captured by Padraic Vasquez and forced to study us. He is Master Ottolan, a member of the Association of Talents and Skills..."

"We just have to make some... uh... tools for experimental work, just like the swords in your hands, to eliminate..."

“Don’t lump us together,” Dante could not help but scold, “We wield swords for humanity and for glory…”

"We too!" Ronnie interrupted Dante, his tone seemed to carry a lofty and firm belief, "We too, our research is to complete human genes, perfect the human species, and make every ordinary person as powerful as you demon hunters, but without having to endure the pain of being deprived of fertility..."

"And to improve human living conditions, eliminate disease and disability, and prevent aging..."

"Although the anti-aging elixir was created by Master Ottolan, our non-human department also contributed to the research..."

He pointed at Elisha on the ground. "He created Elisha's Malaria Cure Potion, which cures malaria, and was involved in genetic research on non-elven... "

"Quite is an expert on dwarves. He has made many research achievements on dwarf beard, goiter, and many infectious diseases spread by dwarves to humans..."

"And Roman, he once went to the death territory of the Black Death to study the cause of the Black Death..."

Ronnie calmly enumerated the achievements of the dead wizards on earth one by one. Even a few apprentices had brilliant resumes.

And intentionally or unintentionally, the research results he revealed would probably be considered academician level in his previous life.

This made Dante's tone pause, and for a moment he seemed to be confused by the wizard's lofty and firm tone.

"Using the lives of us demon hunters to achieve your glory?" Ailin said coldly.

"I told you," Ronnie said in a gentle tone. His slightly silver hair and adjusted serious appearance made him look as dignified as a professor in the university in his previous life. "This is an accident. We are only responsible for research. The demon hunter of your sect was captured by Padraic Vasquez..."

Ronnie observed the calm expressions of Dante and Ailin and paused:
"You are not surprised. It seems that Padrick Vasquez has probably been killed. No wonder no one warned him..."

"But I still want to say..."

"When a sword kills a man, no one blames the sword..."

"As for the casualties here... I can swear to God that I will report it as a mass death caused by improper experimental operation. There is no need to worry."

"And even if it is reported, the Risberg Civil Partnership will not pursue such illegal experimental subjects."

Seeing that Dante seemed to be interested, Ronnie continued to raise his stakes:
"Although the door of the laboratory is closed and I can't hear any movement from the outside world, I think Evans should be leading Drakenberg's army forward at this moment..."

The words are not finished yet.

"Chirp~"

Suddenly, the chirping of birds in the early morning could be heard in the laboratory.

"It seems that my guess was correct."

Ronnie did nothing, letting the birds' cries echo in the bloody killing field. "Two Demon Hunter Masters of the Wolf School. I am a member of the High Council of the Wizards' Association. I am confident that I can live until the guards arrive."

"so……"

Ronnie looked at the two demon hunters sincerely and said, "I will stop the bleeding and heal my apprentice. How about you leave now?"

"Chirp~"

The bloody laboratory fell into silence, with only the chirping of birds disturbing the surroundings.

"He is quite powerful, at the level of a top warlock. He is already alert, and he still has to protect Bonte. I am not sure..."

Dante looked at Bonte behind him, then looked at Aylin, and asked in his mind: "Aylin, what do you think?"

"Do you still have the strength to hold on?" Ailin asked.

After being stunned for a moment, Danti sighed in his heart: "Of course, I feel much better after recovering for a while."

Ailin nodded slightly.

The toxicity of the "Blizzard" potion alone will certainly not affect the combat effectiveness of a master demon hunter.

But the problem is...

Dante had already been seriously injured by the Deer-Headed Spirit, and he rushed to rescue Bonte without stopping. Even if he drank a bottle of Swallow to speed up his life regeneration, the battle that just ended in the blink of an eye, the side effects of the "blizzard" would inevitably be greater and the burden heavier.

It's easy to have accidents.

Otherwise, Arlin wouldn't have listened to the wizard's nonsense.

He needed Dante to recover for a while, to protect himself and Bunte.

As for listening to that wizard, he just left without any hesitation...

Trust a wizard who just lost so many of his colleagues, and turn your back to him?
Is he that stupid?

In addition...

He has a blood debt to settle!
Just four wizards from the Lisberg Civil Partnership...

not enough!

Far from enough!

The demon hunter clenched his sword tightly and shouted:

"Protect Bonte, Master Dante!"

"I'm on it!"

(End of this chapter)