Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 575 Is Erin actually a woman?!
The King of the Wild Hunt, atop his skeletal warhorse, gradually lowered his gaze.

Erin followed his gaze and looked down. Below his knees, the ground was semi-transparent, faintly revealing the texture of this world's surface.

He now resembles a ghost wandering the world, even more eerie than the Wild Hunt, which is disguised with skeletons.

Erin still doesn't know where he is or what state he is in.

Wiggoffts' gift first sent him to a vast ocean with strong symbolic meaning, and then he inexplicably located himself in this world and next to She-Ra because of She-Ra's real name and that strange swift.

He couldn't figure out whether She-Ra and the Wild Hunt had come to his world, or whether he had gone to She-Ra and the Wild Hunt's world, or neither.

At one point, he even felt that it might all be a dream.

The cunning and treacherous demonic source, Vigfortz, is using this dream to spy on his thoughts in order to achieve some unspeakable secrets.

but……

Let alone whether Vigfortz can create such a realistic dream, even if he really has this ability, such an extremely detailed imitation of the Wild Hunt would inevitably alarm the real King of the Wild Hunt and result in his counterattack.

In addition...

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Vigfortz could not possibly influence the Witcher's Handbook.

He's not qualified yet.

"Our time is running out."

The King of the Wild Hunt looked up at the sky.

The rift spanning north and south has completely divided the sky of this world in two. The two sides of the rift are as red as blood, and the scarlet light shines on them, making this grassland look like a sea of ​​blood. The atmosphere is so oppressive that it feels like the end of the world is about to come.

“Since you’re standing here, I’m sure you’re not just here to glance at us, so…”

The King of the Wild Hunt withdrew his gaze, elegantly raised his right hand, which was disguised as a menacing finger bone, and held up two finger bones.

"two."

"We have two questions; you can ask first."

Arlin was taken aback. He had resisted the strong attraction and stayed behind, partly to cover for Ciri and Ivaraquax, and partly to test the strength of the King of the Wild Hunt.

After all, it doesn't matter whether the Wild Hunt King before him is from the same world as him.

The Wild Hunt is destined to be his future nemesis. Why not take advantage of the opportunity to learn about the enemy in advance without taking any damage?

Even if the Wild Hunt King Eredin before us is just a lower-magic version of the original story and game, it still has great reference value.

But he never expected the plot to develop in such a bizarre way.

The King of the Wild Hunt was truly captivated by his "Celestial Convergence," buying Ciri time to escape.

But the King of the Wild Hunt showed no sign of aggression. He calmly stopped, appearing eager to learn and wanting to have a proper conversation with him.

What's his purpose?
Since you know you can't catch me, and you understand that I'm just stalling, why give up on Ciri and Ivaraquax so easily because of two questions?
Even in this world, where the blockade has been broken and She-Ra cannot be captured, you shouldn't waste your time on me...

Could it be that you really want to know about the Aard Gate from me—an enemy?

……

My thoughts surged instantly.

The face of the King of the Wild Hunt after removing his helmet is even more enigmatic than his skeletal face when he wears it.

Erin was hesitant.

"It seems you haven't made up your mind yet. In that case, I can go first..."

“No, I’ve made up my mind,” Erin interrupted him through gritted teeth.

A rare opportunity.

The person before him, Eredin Brick Glass, is an ancient being, along with the former Alder King Oberon Muhitachi and the Alder Sage Avalak, whose lineage can be traced back to the time of Ain Siddi and Ain El, or even Ain Wooddod. He is the oldest being in the world at that time.

They must be at least three or four thousand years old, or even ten thousand years old...

According to background information from the previous life, the Gate of Ad Guise was even a collaborative work between Eredin Brick Glass and Avalak.

No being—not even the gods—knows more secrets than they do.

How could we miss such an opportunity?

Erin took a deep breath, his thoughts churning.

He was curious about many things...

Where are they now?
Why was the King of the Wild Hunt able to recognize that he did not exist in this world or in this time?
How do I use the Gate of Ad Gais? Where do I find the fragments, guiding stones, ethereal crystals, and other components?

……

But you can only ask one question.

The myriad of questions surfacing in his mind were either of little practical value to him at the moment, or involved the Gate of Ad Gais that could have adverse consequences, or the King of the Wild Hunt would most likely not answer them even if he asked them...

All the questions were filtered out in the blink of an eye.

Arlin looked directly into the King of the Wild Hunt's seemingly elegant, yet indifferent black pupils, and asked softly:

"What is white frost?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the elegant and composed smile vanished from the King of the Wild Hunt's face, and his deep, abyss-like eyes stared intently at Erin.

A commotion erupted from the surrounding Wild Hunt, as if the word "White Frost" were some kind of taboo that should not be mentioned.

An intense pressure erupted once more, and the transparency of Erin's figure increased even further, causing the King of the Wild Hunt to narrow his eyes.

He raised his hand, and with an order that was obeyed without question, the commotion in the Wild Hunt immediately ceased.

The oppressive aura dissipated.

Erin felt a wave of relief wash over him, and he couldn't help but gasp for breath.

“Every world will eventually face the reckoning of the White Frost,” the King of the Wild Hunt pondered for a moment, then gently tapped the skull of Mason White, producing a clanging metallic sound. “That’s a good question, and as a living being, I shouldn’t hide it from you…”

But… Erin continued in her mind.

With so many preceding explanations, a turning point is bound to follow.

really……

“But…” the King of the Wild Hunt shook his head slightly, “I don’t know what White Frost is either, and perhaps no one else will ever know…”

"Even the ancients of Aion Woodward, who have inherited their lineage for ten thousand years, are no match for them?"

The King of the Wild Hunt narrowed his eyes, his long, hooked nose making him look like a sparrowhawk that had found its prey.

“Few people know that the Aion El clan originated from Aion Wooddod, stranger. You know more than I thought.”

The King of the Wild Hunt instinctively straightened his body on horseback and raised his head, saying, "However, yes."

"Not only is it impossible for the Alder People to trace back to the source of the river, but it is also impossible for intelligent races that are more ancient and more powerful than Alder."

"All civilizations that encountered the White Frost vanished, and none have left behind a record of its true form. We can only glean the truth from fragmented prophecies..."

"All of them?" Erin frowned, grasping the key point.

If I remember correctly, the Ain El clan only began to roam the various realms after encountering the White Frost. So, the Ain El clan has been hiding from the White Frost for millions of years, yet they still don't even know what the White Frost is?
Is the white frost really that terrifying?
Or perhaps the Wild Hunt King Eredin is avoiding something, hiding something, or fearing something, just like those gods who died mysteriously among the mountain people.
“Yes, all of them,” the King of the Wild Hunt nodded slightly, regaining his usual elegant demeanor. “Stranger, this question doesn’t count. You can ask another one.”

Arlin stared intently into the Wild Hunt King's eyes and asked without hesitation:
"So, what do you 'think' that the white frost is a natural disaster like a tsunami, earthquake, or flood, or...?"

"Is it a greedy evil god who wants to possess everything?"

The voice just fell.

"Boom!"

A burst of crimson lightning suddenly erupted, and a scarlet serpent cleaved into the grassland.

The wind howled, fueling the fire, and the raging blaze spread rapidly before anyone could react.

"Is there a difference?" The King of the Wild Hunt gave Arlin a deep look, shook his head slightly, raised his hand and pointed to the grassland where the lightning struck and ignited a great fire, and asked meaningfully, "Do you think that lightning that struck down was a natural disaster for the weeds there?"

After speaking, without waiting for Erin's reply, or perhaps he never intended to hear any reply, he put the helmet back on from his right arm.

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.

The King of the Wild Hunt has returned, in that terrifying form.

"Enjoy the view, stranger!"

The King of the Wild Hunt looked up at the rift that tore the world apart, and a metallic clang echoed from the bones.

The wild and terrifying laughter seemed to fuel the bursting fire.

"This is the Gate of Ade Gais, the supreme masterpiece of the Alder People..."

Before the words were finished, the strange phenomenon that seemed to have paused restarted, as if because of the thunder that ignited the grassland.

The crack stretching from north to south trembles, struggles, and resists as it tears, like a giant beast awakening from its slumber and opening its enormous eyeball.

"Boom~"

The world let out a piercing lament.

now.

Erin, too, was struggling to suppress the suddenly increased gravity due to the violent fluctuations in space and elements around him.

But then, he suddenly remembered something and looked sharply at the King of the Wild Hunt, who was gripping his sword hilt, as if preparing for a fierce battle.

Finally, after using all his strength to suppress the force of attraction, he shouted:

"Ask your question, Erin Brick Glass!!!"

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.

I have the answer, stranger!
No need to rush!
Soon! Soon! Soon, we will meet again!
Before he could think, Erin could no longer resist the overwhelming attraction from the depths of his soul. His vision went black, and he flew off into some unknown place.

But before he lost all his sight, he saw…

The rift that stretched from north to south suddenly opened up, revealing a dark universe filled with stars.

A pale, gray planet is approaching.

And the Wild Hunt...

They let out a piercing, metallic laugh as their skeletal horse galloped into the sky, its hooves treading on a raging inferno.

Charge towards a planet!
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She-Ra's journey between locations and worlds went very smoothly.

Since leaving that strange grassland, she felt that her control over the ancient blood had suddenly deepened considerably.

It was nowhere near as difficult and dangerous as when they had just left Tyr Na Lia.

On their third jump, she and Ivaraquax nearly plunged headfirst into the lava of an erupting volcano.

The number of times he was caught by the Wild Hunt is countless.

But now, the surging energy in her bloodline has never been so tamed. She can sense the space ahead through these little sprites that are hotter than magma... no... not just space, but even the changes in time.

Moreover, countless "directions" were calling to her from the depths of her being.

It was similar to Erin's door, yet completely different; it was... it was a door that belonged entirely to her...

She knew that all these changes, the positive changes, were thanks to the skill called "Blink," but ultimately it all came down to one person, a member of the Wolf School, perhaps a witcher who was already dead—Arryn…

My eyes lit up! I remember now!
Beside the scorching wasteland at the edge of the forest, Ivaraquax, who had been silent and preoccupied ever since leaving the grassland, galloped ahead. Suddenly, she turned back excitedly, interrupting her thoughts.

"What did you remember?" Sheri paused, then wiped the fine sweat from Kelby's forehead as she sat on his back.

Ancient blood! Starry eyes! That's the power of ancient blood!
"What do you mean?" Shiri was a little confused. She was of ancient blood, so of course she had always used the power of ancient blood.

No, it wasn't you, starry-eyed! The strange human we just met, he was using the power of ancient blood!
Ivaraquax slowed down, his clear, dark eyes gazing at her with excitement.

"You mean... Arryn, also has the Ancient Blood?" This time, Ciri was truly stunned. "Are you sure? Avalak told me that the Ancient Blood is a talent that only spreads through maternal bloodlines, and no male heir has ever activated the Ancient Blood!"

There's no mistake, starry-eyed! That's not the smell of magic, it's the power of ancient blood!
Ivaraquax was indignant at Shire's suspicions, and the words that came through his voice came like a barrage of bullets, never stopping for a moment.

Starry eyes! Have you forgotten how we found you? A unicorn wouldn't mistake an ancient bloodline!

"Why didn't you recognize me earlier? Why are you only saying so now?"

Just now... just now... Ivaraquax's horn flickered sheepishly.

On that human just now...

“His name is Erin!” Shire interrupted, displeased.

That strange human named Erin smelled so weird, like something else was masking the scent of ancient blood! The smells were all mixed together, and I...I...I didn't realize it for a moment.

Ivaraquax argued.

So Arryn really is of the Ancient Blood, and the Ancient Blood only spreads among the maternal line, therefore Arryn is actually... a woman?
The smooth logical connection left She-Ra bewildered.

But she quickly put it out of her mind.

None of that matters now. Her mother, Yennefer, is waiting for her to rescue her, and besides…

She will soon be able to verify for herself whether Erin is male or female...

Can we still meet?

Of course, since I'm determined to save the Wolf School, you'll definitely see me. Perhaps, when you travel back to your world, the first thing you'll see is me, a witcher even older than Geralt.

"When you travel back to your world, the first thing you see is me..."

Starry-eyed? What are you talking about?
“Never mind that, Ivaraquax,” she said, emerging from her sapphire-blue cat-like eyes, taking a deep breath and gently patting the unicorn’s long, pure white neck beside her. “I have a feeling that the next jump will take us home…”

Starry-eyed, that's your home, not mine...

"That's not important, Ivaraquax, get ready!"

Sheri took a deep breath, stirring the restless energy within her veins.

Suddenly.

The darkness burst forth with starlight.

(End of this chapter)