Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 573 The bloodline of the ancient blood is resonating!

"What do you mean by 'we can't get out,' Ivaraquax?"

She-Ra, who had only been looking cool for a few seconds, seemed a little flustered.

Starry-eyed, the Wild Hunt has sealed off this place. They've gone mad; they've sealed off an entire world to trap us. I can't find the steps to jump to other worlds; outside is just a boundless void…

Ivaraquax's mane swayed, and the light from its horn flashed intensely.

Ultimately, although Ivaraquax is a legendary unicorn, it is actually just a small pony not much bigger than Ciri.

Although Erin could not hear their telepathic communication, he could sense the intense and turbulent mental fluctuations in the air.

"What do you mean?" he whispered in Shire's ear.

When Shiri heard Erin's voice, she remembered that she was no longer the same person she used to be, and she forced herself to remain calm.

“It’s alright,” she said without turning her head, gripping the reins tightly and looking at the endless sea of ​​grass ahead. Her childish voice trembled almost imperceptibly. “We’re just surrounded. There seem to be Wild Hunters ahead, but it’s okay. Wait for me… wait for me to recover, then we can…”

"Flickering".

"Yes...yes, one more flash and we can break through."

Are you trying to fool idiots?
With such a strong reaction from you, it can't be as simple as just being surrounded, right?
Erin lowered his head in silence.

Sheri also lowered her head, guiltily avoiding Erin's gaze.

While frantically racking her brains for a way to escape this world with Arlin, she struck up a conversation with him, mimicking the way Geralt and Yennefer's mother had always talked to him.

"Oh, right, I wasn't finished. Erin, I wanted to tell you that although the Wolf School seems to be thriving right now, but..."

"It's on the verge of collapse, it's about to perish, isn't it?"

Sheri looked up abruptly: "How did you know?"

"What you just said."

Erin felt like he was staring at an idiot.

“But you’re not surprised.” Shire gazed into Erin’s deep blue eyes.

She felt that those eyes were like the clear lake beside Tyr Na Lia Castle, reflecting her image.

Let her reveal everything about herself, as if she were completely naked at this moment, without any secrets.

Erin sighed softly: "Since I know you, I will naturally know everything related to you, such as how the Wolf School will decline to only three or four Witchers a hundred years from now."

"The entire demon hunter community of the northern continent will suffer a severe blow and will never be as prosperous as it once was."

"But why..."

Why did the Wolf School still perish?

Sheri nodded. The howling wind made her instinctively lean back against Erin's chest, hoping to hear what he was about to say more clearly.

"Perhaps it was because I had just dreamt of the ancient blood that I came to this place, and now I am about to leave. After I leave, the Wolf School will not be destroyed by the mob."

Erin gazed intently into Shire's emerald green eyes.

Upon hearing about the specific incident of the mob attack, Shire believed what he said.

Can you still feel that attraction now?

“I can, and it’s becoming increasingly clear,” Erin gripped the reins, urging Kelby to catch up with Ivaraquax, and nodded vigorously. “I’ll have to leave soon, so now…”

The words have not yet fallen.

"Tap~tap~tap~"

The distinctive, cold sound of horses' hooves suddenly rang out, as if each step was accompanied by the shattering of hard, cold ice, interrupting Erin and Shire's conversation.

The oppressive aura grew increasingly intense, almost solidifying into a tangible form.

This made the two of them turn around and look.

The hooves of the skeleton horse disturbed the tranquility of the grassland.

The icy blue ribbon swooping down caused the waist-high, dark green grass to be covered in frost, frozen, and scattered and shattered in the icy wind.

Grass scraps whistled and rose into the sky.

The Wild Hunt's army, however, ran on the grass.

The sea of ​​grass and shrubs felt like the most solid ground, causing the hunters to unknowingly speed up their pace.

Before anyone knew it, the King of the Wild Hunt had appeared, charging at the head of the group.

Only a skeletal head remained, wearing a rusty helmet, with bluish-gray flames burning in the empty eye sockets, and a tattered cloak billowing in the wind.

Seeing the ancient blood turn its head, it looked back at them.

The King of the Wild Hunt kicked the belly of his skeletal warhorse and let out a wild and terrifying laugh.

Ah, child of ancient blood!
You belong to us! You are ours! Join us, join our hunt!
We will gallop towards the end of days, towards eternity, towards the end of existence! Join us and experience the ecstasy of the hunt! You are ours.

You are one of us! We are your true home!

"No!" she cried. "Get away! I am human, and I will never associate with monsters like you!"

The King of the Wild Hunt laughed heartily, his decaying teeth clicking above his rusty neck armor, his empty eye sockets gleaming with a bluish-gray light.

You cannot escape, child of ancient blood! You cannot escape!

Our future is your future! Our destiny is your destiny!
Immediately afterwards, all the skeleton knights on horseback lowered their bodies slightly.

The sense of oppression instantly increased.

Arlin, who had been completely ignored and seemed to exist outside of Kelby, now stood against the biting, icy wind brought on by the approaching Wild Hunt and shouted:
"I'll solve the problems with the Wolf School. Now tell me, what happened?!"

Sheri seemed not to hear Erin's voice; the cold sweat that had just appeared on her forehead was dried by the wind.

She knew she would most likely be captured and taken back to Tyr Na Lia again, as a stallion...

Damn!

Stud horses are all male horses! What a terrible analogy!

But to those cruel demons of Ion El, what difference is there between a uterus and a seminal vesicle? She is merely a tool.

She wouldn't die, but when she thought about her life in Tyr Na Lia, a life that felt like a daily torture, she would rather have died together with Leo Bonnet in Jealousy Village!

No!

I can't be arrested!

She recalled the sight she had seen from that spiraling tower, riddled with doors—

In a damp, dripping dungeon, Yennefer was chained to the wall with iron chains and shackles.

There was a foul-smelling puddle on the floor, and rats swarmed around it. The stone walls were cold.

Her hands were covered in blood and flesh.

Yennefer's broken lips moved silently, bleeding profusely.

Her face was haggard, but her violet eyes blazed with anger, and her disheveled black hair fell across her dirty cheeks.

There was also the howling snow and howling wind of winter. Geralt, riding his horse, was moving forward in the overwhelming blizzard. Behind him, in the snowstorm, other riders could be vaguely seen. He was searching for her and never gave up.

But what can I do in this situation?

Ivaraquax can't find his way out!
Fortunately, Erin could still feel that inexplicable attraction, otherwise I would have really harmed another person...

"She-Ra!" came the slightly hoarse voice from above again. Unwavering, relentlessly persistent!

“What good would it do to tell you?” Shiri looked up, her eyes brimming with tears. “You just need to accept that attraction and leave. As for me, I won’t die. I’ll live well and find a chance to go back and see the changes you promised me…”

The girl paused.

A pair of warm, rough hands touched her face and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Then why didn't you tell me?" Erin said softly. "Since I knew everything about you, how can you be so sure that I have no way to help you in your current situation?"

If you really know everything, how come you don't even know my current situation... That's what Shiri wanted to say in rebuttal.

But seeing her reflection in the boy's sapphire-blue eyes, her mouth moved involuntarily, as if influenced by the sign of Yaxi.

“Ivaraquax told me that the world has been sealed off by the Wild Hunt, and we can’t get out.”

Erin fell silent.

Seeing this, Shirley's eyes were filled with tears, and she chuckled, "See, I told you it was no use telling you."

"Why don't you use this time to think about how to save the Wolf School? Once I find another opportunity to escape back, I can..."

“Who says it’s useless!” Erin interrupted the girl.

"Then why did you..."

"I'm just estimating when I'll be gone..."

The girl paused, her emerald eyes gazing intently at Erin, trying to see if he was serious or just trying to comfort her.

But not a trace of perfunctoriness could be seen in those blue cat-like eyes...

Starry-eyed, he's telling the truth! He's telling the truth! He really does have a way to break the seal of the ancients!

Ivaraquax's childish voice cheered in her mind.

"And I can leave safely, and I'll be leaving soon, Ivaraquax, tell your starry eyes whether what I'm saying is a lie!"

Erin tilted his head to one side, gazing at his unicorn with adoration.

It was difficult to discern any expression on the unicorn's horse-like face, but at this moment, surprise and admiration were exceptionally evident, almost overflowing from its gentle and innocent eyes.

Starry-eyed. He was telling the truth; he really could leave, and he really was about to leave.

Sheri was stunned. If Erin was really about to leave, then what did her desperate act of delaying the escape mean?
A self-indulgent clown?!
"Why didn't you say so just now?" She glared at Ivaraquax with eyes full of shame and indignation.

*Starry-eyed* I told you! I said it four times, but not only did you not believe me, you yelled at me to shut up!

Ivaraquax's horn flickered sadly.

Sheri's voice faltered, and her pale face flushed crimson, as if blood could drip from it.

"You're very kind, even though you're a bit impulsive, but that's a great quality, and I've always liked it." Erin gently patted the girl's shoulder.

In The Witcher series, whether in novels or games, Ciri is definitely one of the most beloved characters among readers.

It can even rank first in many situations, especially with the beautiful character models from The Witcher 3.

But it's not just because they're good-looking; in many games, good-looking characters are actually disliked.

And She-Ra...

The main storyline of both the original book and the game is to find She-Ra and rescue her from the Wild Hunt.

The reason why this kind of burdensome character, who is most likely to be disliked by players, can gain widespread popularity among readers and players is because of his qualities of daring to love and hate, being resilient, sensible and kind.

As Erin recalled his memories of his past life, the girl paused for a moment, then pouted indignantly.

I'm clearly older than you, so why are you lecturing me like an elder?
And they've only known each other for less than half a day, yet he keeps saying he's always... always liked...

"Get ready, She-Ra, wait for my signal... What's wrong?"

"N-nothing...it's nothing." Lost in thought, the girl, suddenly interrupted, raised her voice.

Erin gave her a strange look and said solemnly, "Don't be willful this time. Once you get my signal, you and Ivaraquax will leave this world immediately."

"Okay...okay, I understand."

Erin stopped paying attention to the girl with her head down and glanced sideways at the Wild Hunt legion that was gradually approaching but had not yet caught up.

He had noticed it from the beginning; given the Wild Hunt's increased speed after landing in the Grass Sea, while they couldn't be said to have caught up with them now, they certainly wouldn't be this far apart.

It is clear.

They deliberately controlled their speed, like hunters chasing a frightened beast that had already been surrounded, threatening, intimidating, and pursuing it relentlessly until it exhausted itself.

This is not difficult to understand.

After all, the Wild Hunt's goal is to capture living ancient blood and obtain their bloodline.

The death of Ciri Fiona Ellen Rayanren is not only useless to them, but will also destroy their last hope of regaining the Elder Blood.

Of course, we must be extremely careful, not only to avoid being harmed by magic, but also to prevent Ivaraquax and even herself from harming herself.

If it were Erin who orchestrated a massive world lockdown, he would have done the same.

Fortunately, that's the case.

Otherwise, with the oppressive aura pressing down on his shoulders, making him feel utterly powerless, if they caught up with him, Erin might not even have time to use any of his skills before being captured.

Unfortunately……

[Ding! Use Celestial Convergence - Giant Ghoul (30-day cooldown)?]

“Siri, get ready!” Erin turned around and instructed, “Don’t be surprised no matter what happens. When you hear my signal, just follow Ivaraquax.”

“I understand.” Shiri nodded seriously, then paused, looked up into his serious eyes, and couldn’t help but ask, “What do you plan to do?”

"You'll find out soon enough." Erin closed his eyes and felt the increasingly intense pull around him, as if it were trying to draw his soul in.

Sheri subtly pursed her lips, wondering about his method and why the Wolf School would have such a strange witcher...

A strong wind blew, and four faint lines appeared between the boy's eyebrows, marks left from frequently frowning.

He was only fourteen years old, born at the height of the Wolf School, and a young master Witcher. What troubles could he possibly have?
Was it because he foresaw the future and the doomed fate of the Wolf School that he was so worried and distressed?

A young witcher with prophetic abilities...

The girl's gaze was involuntarily drawn to the boy in front of her, who was mysterious in every way.

until a certain moment.

The boy suddenly opened his eyes and shouted, "Hold the reins tighter!"

The girl instinctively gripped the reins he offered her, but when she came to her senses, her eyes darted around.

"where is it?"

then……

The gale suddenly stopped, and the oppressive, savage hunting pressure disappeared.

Time seemed to stand still, frozen in place.

The very next second.

"Um?!!"

The girl's eyes widened suddenly.

Her ancient bloodline was suddenly activated, and she sang loudly and resonated in her surging blood vessels!
(End of this chapter)