Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 572 Shut up, Witcher! Who do you think I am?!
What? ! !
Before the girl could react, the handsome boy in front of her suddenly disappeared.

Before she could look around, in the biting cold wind, her back and arms, clad only in a thin shirt, were suddenly enveloped in warmth and a faint yet chilling smell of rust.

Countless familiar yet unfamiliar translucent threads stretched out before my eyes.

"what is this?"

The girl paused, then muttered to herself.

She reached out to touch the shimmering threads in the dim light, but her index finger just touched the nearest one.

A flash of green lightning, a blur in the eyes, and a sudden sinking in the bottom.

What lay before him was no longer a field of lush green grass, but a single horn emitting an intense white light.

“Ivaraquax!” she exclaimed, recognizing the owner of the unicorn before her.

Starry-eyed! You've learned how to utilize the power within your bloodline?!

The voice that echoed in Ivaraquax's mind was equally astonishing.

"not me!"

The girl shouted and tried to look back.

Once again, translucent threads appeared out of thin air before her eyes, and that strange sense of familiarity became clearer and clearer, so clear that it seemed to be attacking her five senses, tempting her to manipulate these threads, just like a skilled weaver weaving gorgeous clothes.

"do not move!"

A boy's startled, slightly panicked shout reached her ears. The girl, who had been staring blankly at the silk thread, suddenly snapped back to reality. Her right hand trembled, and she brushed past a very close silk thread.

With that one brush, the strange phenomena around him vanished instantly.

Also disappearing was what lay behind them, something captivating, like the hardness and warmth of Geralt's embrace.

In a daze, the boy's figure appeared on Kelby's horse in a flash of green light, pulling the reins toward her and Ivaraquax.

Kelby awkwardly stood up, trying to shake off the unfamiliar weight that had suddenly appeared on his back.

"No! Kelby! That's..." The girl cried out, trying to stop her proud little mare from resisting, when she saw the boy's free right hand skillfully draw an inverted triangle in mid-air.

Kelby immediately obeyed and ran towards them.

The girl recognized the boy's gesture from a distant memory.

Geralt had only used this mind-controlling magic once in front of her, once to calm the horses in difficult terrain, and once on two of Gos Velen's scoundrels.

Perhaps because of her repeated inquiries, he never performed it in front of her again, nor did Vesemir, Lambert, or Escal.

However, she has a very good memory; she remembered it vividly after only seeing it once.

"Why does he seem to be more skilled and effective than Geralt?" This thought inexplicably flashed through the girl's mind.

But then the thought vanished, because she saw it behind the boy, where they had been talking.

Suddenly, a large bulge appeared in the solid soil, and tree roots thicker than her thigh rose into the air, gathering together to form a tree cage.

If the boy hadn't used that strangely familiar spell, she would be firmly trapped inside that tree cage right now.

However, the thought only flashed through her mind; she didn't even think of expressing her gratitude or make any sound.

Instead, it looked around in horror, as if a deadly venomous snake was hissing and peering in the shadows of the tall, unidentified grasses around it.

Because she recognized the shape of the tree root; it was alder, the alder of the people of alder.

This tree species, with its extensive root system and lush foliage, grows everywhere along the banks of all the rivers in Tyre-na-Lya.

This isn't the kind of world with grasslands, so...

"Boom!"

Suddenly, lightning and thunder roared over the undulating grassland.

Several bolts of lightning struck in succession.

One way, two ways, three ways...

Apart from the initial lightning bolt that seemed to foreshadow impending disaster, there was no thunder following each of the lightning strikes.

The strong wind suddenly stopped.

The entire swaying grassland suddenly froze, as if in that instant.

Time suddenly stopped.

Kelby let out a few uneasy hisses, breaking the unsettling silence.

And this screech seemed to be some kind of signal.

A ribbon of ice-blue light flashed across the gloomy sky, writhing like a snake.

"嗤啦~"

Another bolt of lightning.

Suddenly, many blurry and terrifying figures of riders appeared on the icy blue ribbon that streaked across the sky.

As soon as the riders appeared, they sped along the icy blue ribbon, getting closer and closer...

In an instant, it became clear that the so-called ice-blue ribbon was actually air frozen into frost, forming a deadly ice path.

The wind began to blow again, tearing at the green shoots and scattering sand and dust.

The images of those riders suddenly became clear.

The rider's helmet was adorned with buffalo horns and a tattered feathered crest, and beneath the deathly gray skull mask lay even paler skin. The skeletal horse beneath him was wrapped in a ragged horse coat.

A strong wind howled through the grass, and lightning flashed across the black sky.

The wind was getting louder and louder.

No, it's not the wind.

It was a ghostly singing voice.

Accompanied by that eerie singing voice, a chilling sense of oppression descended from the sky, as if the sky itself had collapsed and was about to fall, trying to merge with the ground.

The Wild Hunt is coming!

"Eirin/Sparkling Eyes/She-Ra, run!"

Male voices, female voices, telepathic messages, and ordinary sounds all mingled together at this moment, resounding heart-wrenchingly throughout the entire grassland.

With a tug on the reins, the black horse Kelby expertly turned its head, tensed its hind leg muscles, and galloped off toward the Wild Hunt.

Ivaraquax was even faster than Kyle.

As the black horse turned its head, Ivaraquax had already galloped away, its dreamlike, long tail swishing across the horizon.

"Ivaraquax, wait for Kelby, wait for Arryn!" came Ciri's anxious, hoarse cries in the wind.

Ivaraquax hesitated for a moment, but then slowed down.

But then...

"Don't stop!" Erin shouted behind them. "Don't forget what I said last time!"

What did you say?
Ciri's green eyes trembled wildly as the Wild Hunt came into view.

She tried her best to keep her gaze on the boy who was shouting with his mouth wide open. The boy's calm blue cat eyes seemed to give her strength at this moment, thawing her frozen thoughts.

She remembered!
In the end, none of this matters; you're wasting your time!

"Waste of time...waste of time...waste of time..."

Yes, he said he felt a strange calling and would be leaving soon!

He's...he's trying to persuade me...

Give up on him!
"Boom!"

Another bolt of lightning flashed, followed by a deafening roar that shook the heavens and earth.

The girl looked into the boy's eyes, and the boy nodded vigorously, urging her to make up her mind quickly.

But at this moment, the boy reflected in her pupils, filling the entire space of her vision, was not just the young witcher she had only known for a short time, who had died in a mob conflict seventy years ago.

Rather, it was her maternal grandmother, Caranthe, who fell to her death in the war; it was Giselle, Esther, Raef, Iskra, Carrey, and Mihir, whom she witnessed being brutally murdered one by one by the Bonnets when she arrived late; and it was also the old raven Visogota of the Perepurut swamp…

They were all watching her coldly—

My girl/Faljia/Little Swallow, are you... going to run away again?

"No!"

I haven't told him how to save the Wolf School yet, absolutely not... She-Ra shouted, "Ivaraquax, stop!"

Starry eyes...

"Stop!"

She-Ra glared angrily at Ivaraquax with bloodshot eyes.

Ivaraquax, who had never seen such starry eyes before, trembled with fear and instinctively slowed down.

When Erin saw this scene and witnessed Shiri's inexplicable and sudden outburst of emotions, he pondered for a moment and vaguely guessed what was going on. He then sighed softly.

He could indeed feel the intense pulling sensation coming from the void, but he also knew that at this moment, Ciri was impossible to persuade.

He glanced at the girl clinging desperately to the unicorn's mane, then looked back at the menacing Wild Hunt army descending from the sky, feeling the overwhelming pressure that made his hair stand on end and his body go weak, even from such a distance.

This was an intensity he had never experienced before.

The stag-headed demon, the giant-eyed evil god, and even the Wild Hunt itself, which attacked Elland and encountered in the Spiral, did not exude such intense pressure.

It was unmatched, leaving one with almost no desire to resist.

"call--"

Erin glanced again at the snow-white phantom beast that was gradually slowing down and almost being caught up, and let out a long breath.

"She's still the daughter I've raised in the game for so long..."

He muttered something under his breath, then yanked on the reins and shouted, "Ivaraquax, take her away!"

"Herod—"

The black horse, which Ciri called Kelby, meaning sea monster, suddenly veered off course under the pull of its reins. After making an arc in the grass, it charged straight toward the terrifying army of skeletons!
"No!"

The girl's heart-wrenching cries echoed as she chased after him.

"I never thought I'd have such a heroic day," Erin said with a self-deprecating laugh, feeling his muscles tremble with instinctive fear.

Fortunately, at this moment, Ciri was just beginning to learn how to use the power of the Ancient Blood with the help of Ivaraquax.

Otherwise, like in a game, if someone teleports in, he won't even be able to be a hero; he can only watch as Ciri is captured by the Wild Hunt because of her stubbornness.

This kind of historical rewriting is not what he wants.

but……

“Just charging isn’t enough…” Erin watched the Wild Hunt Legion approaching from the horizon.

Those Ain El from other dimensions clearly have Shire behind them as their target.

After Erin rushed over, he didn't even change direction.

“That won’t do.” He used another Axii sign to calm the trembling Kelby and considered how to attract the Wild Hunt’s attention.

But just then, an accident occurred.

"Ok?"

Erin sensed something was wrong and looked in surprise behind Kelby's horse head.

From the void, a semi-transparent thread emerged, a very familiar semi-transparent thread.

Before he could even react, spatial wisps were appearing even though he hadn't used Blink...

"Swish!"

The blinding green light flashed, causing him to instinctively close his eyes.

Then suddenly, a soft and petite body appeared in my arms.

Erin instinctively hugged the warm, soft body that had suddenly fallen into his arms.

A faint scent of milk and the sour smell of congealed sweat wafted into my nostrils.

"She-Ra?!"

He immediately realized what was within reach, abruptly opened his eyes, and after confirming that he was not dreaming, subconsciously looked back.

At least 100 meters away, Ivaraquax was already a large black dot in sight.

Outrageous!

Ailin's LV4 blink has a radius of only twelve meters.

Sheri learned to ignore it after just one glance, and in a flash, she covered a hundred meters.

Is this the blood of the ancients?

Is this some kind of unreasonable argument?!

"Humph~"

The girl trembled and let out a cold snort.

Her face was slightly pale; clearly, traversing a hundred meters was no easy feat for her.

"It's not that difficult," she said stubbornly.

Caught off guard, Erin glanced at the Wild Hunt less than a hundred meters away, yanked on the reins, and scolded, "She-She-Ra, don't you know..."

"Shut up, Witcher!"

The girl stared with bloodshot, emerald-green eyes, veins bulging on her fair forehead, and scars as red as blood.

She straightened her back, raised her head, and roared at Erin:

"Who do you think I am!"

“I am the princess of Sintra, the princess of Brug and the duchess of Soden, the heir of Inis Ad Skellig and Inis Ann Skellig, and the overlord of Atri and Eber Yara…”

"I am the Lord of all realms, of ancient blood!"

"I don't care if you leave, or when you leave, I will never, never, ever abandon anyone again! Anyone!"

"so……"

She took a deep breath, looking up at him with a cold and haughty air:
"Shut your mouth and obey my orders, Witcher!"

Erin was stunned by the sudden change in the tone of the angry roar.

The girl ignored his reaction, coldly glancing at Wild Hunt, who was only two hundred meters away, and said in a chilling voice:
"Now I command you, hold me tight!"

Erin instinctively wrapped his arms around the girl's slender, taut waist, the scent of milk mixed with the smell of sweat becoming even stronger.

The girl felt the touch of his thin shirt against her waist and abdomen, and sensed a masculine scent different from Geralt's. Her pale face flushed almost imperceptibly.

When Erin came to her senses, she was about to try to persuade him again.

"Buzz~"

It wasn't the wolf emblem that was trembling, but the space around it that was groaning.

Countless translucent threads stretched out all around.

"You're insane!!!" Sensing what the girl was about to do, Erin shouted to stop her, "This is unacceptable..."

But in the next second.

A flash of green light, and a strong wind blew.

Ivaraquax was a step away from him, galloping wildly.

In the blink of an eye, Erin, Kelby, and She-Ra, along with their horse, were all teleported a hundred meters away.

“This is impossible…” Erin was stunned.

How can blinking carry people?
She-Ra, her face ashen white as cardboard, didn't have time to respond to his surprise. She quickly turned her head and shouted at Ivaraquax:

"Guide me on the way, Ivaraquax!"

Ivaraquax did not respond to her request, but only left the childish voice bitterly in her mind.

I can't get out. (Starry-eyed)

The ancients sealed off this world!
(End of this chapter)