Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 584 Demon Hunter's Notes After Absorbing Ancient Power! A Letter from Francesca!
A lovebird gently landed on his fingertip.

Under the watchful eyes of those nearby, Erin paused in his movement of raising the lovebird, half explaining and half muttering to himself, "It must be a letter from Ada Emin."

Actually, it was Francesca Fantaby.

For some reason, under Mary's gaze, the name he was about to say changed.

The Lovebirds are two alchemical tools that, after "recognizing" each other, serve as coordinates for one another.

They can find another lovebird, and also the locations of the two users who are bound to the lovebird.

The lovebird Arryn gave to Ida Emin, while the one he held on his fingertip was naturally Mary's.

Not long after returning from the Wild Hunt's pursuit of the Ancient Blood in the "Dream Mirror," he took the Lovebird from Mary.

Therefore, there is no need to explain, because it was clearly stated when the loan was made.

But for some reason, Erin felt something was off under Mary's piercing gaze.

It's like using your girlfriend's phone to answer a call from your ex-girlfriend in front of her...

What nonsense... Erin shook his head slightly. He was completely innocent with Francesca and Mary.

Let's get back to Francesca.

Actually, she wrote to me the day before yesterday...

The surprise of receiving a lovebird, the awkward atmosphere between Shadia and Himles Fantaby at Free Camp...

Of course, there is also war, but it doesn't take up much space in the text.

Ban Ad initially came with great force, with tens of thousands of soldiers, a sea of ​​people, seemingly covering the undulating mountains deep in the Blue Mountains where the free spirits reside.

The free spirit was startled and hurriedly recalled all the Ian Siddi outside.

Francesca Fantaby rushed back after signing the contract in order to prepare for the impending war.

It wasn't that Francesca was crucial to the war, but rather that her two bodyguards were female generals of the Free Spirits guerrillas.

But after enduring the trials of blood and fire, the free spirits discovered that the surging army, like a raging tide, was not a destructive tsunami, but rather a mass of mud.

There are many people, but they don't make much of a difference.

The Ban Ade soldiers, who had been hastily assembled and were mostly defeated troops, were easily defeated by the Free Spirits' ambush.

At first, they were able to muster the courage to advance the battlefront.

But as the war progressed and expanded, the closer the battle lines got to the Free Spirits' camp, the more traps and attacks occurred day and night.

The ragtag army, which had not received much training to begin with, collapsed many times and was easily defeated.

Of course, there is still an impact.

Alchemist Aion Siddi, who was originally sent to build the fixed teleportation portal, had to postpone his arrival.

However, in her last letter, Francesca said that she would send someone again as soon as the war was over.

"Three days have passed; perhaps the fighting has come to an end."

Erin raised his right hand and placed the glistening beak against his forehead.

After we've dealt with those long-eared creatures, it'll be time for the freaks.

When the bird's beak was a finger's width from his forehead, for some reason, the image of Senny's gloomy expression suddenly appeared in his mind.

A sense of foreboding welled up in Erin's heart. He paused, then touched his forehead to the bird's beak.

"Humph."

The Eye of Truth is broadcasting in real time the daily routine of the Rock Troll family breaking rocks with their giant stones.

Mary glanced at Erin, who had her eyes closed, and twitched her small, delicate nose, letting out a noncommittal nasal sound.

A naive witcher cannot fool a shrewd magical lady.

Her precious book contains "Ten subtle signs that a man is lying without the power of truth-telling."

The “redundant explanation” is on the first page, first item.

“That can’t be Ida Emin,” Mary thought, her naturally alert radar immediately picking up on an image in her mind.

Francesca Fantaby, an elven sorceress dressed in a gray-green lace-trimmed dress, whose demeanor was even more elegant and noble than that of a princess.

but……

Will Erin really give her lovebird to that vixen Francesca Fantaby?

Not sure, check again.

Mary frowned slightly, carefully observing the Witcher's expression, hoping to see through his heart from his handsome and charming face that made him both lovable and hateful.

The Witcher remained expressionless.

Unable to see through people's hearts, Mary's gaze gradually drifted to the Witcher's high nose bridge, his furrowed brow, and finally, involuntarily, settled on his pursed thin lips...

follow closely……

She suddenly met the gaze of a pair of astonished, deep blue cat eyes and woke up with a start.

"Eirin...I..."

The Witcher, however, paid no attention to Mary's strange behavior. As soon as he opened his eyes, his expression changed drastically, and he abruptly stood up and ran towards Kaer Morhen.

“Mary, help me tidy up the ceremony.”

Leaving behind a sentence that was quickly blown away by the mountain wind, Erin's figure soon disappeared from Mary's sight.
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[Arlin, the warlock of Ban Ade has gone mad!]

They dared to use unclean rituals to desecrate the souls of the dead!

[Neither mountain dwellers, humans, beasts, nor monsters... hordes of ghastly corpses littered the mountains and plains, devouring every living creature.]

The demonic tide formed from corpses, though controlled by treacherous human sorcerers and quite troublesome, is even more problematic because a large horde of demonic spirits suddenly appears carrying eerie green lanterns, causing the defenses to crumble...

My fellow countrymen, caught off guard and lying in ambush in the forest, died suddenly. Sally—my handmaid—wept all day long.

His father and brother, both in the guerrilla force, died unexpectedly in the mouths of suddenly revived corpses. Their guerrilla comrades managed to salvage their mutilated bodies, but they themselves succumbed to infection and died in the camp.

But this was only the beginning. Those wicked humans not only used blasphemous rituals and spells, they even poisoned the river.

Every day, people in the camp contracted the disease and died. I could hear the crying outside from inside the cave, from day to night, without ceasing for a moment.

[Father, Mother, and Ms. Ida Emin had finally found a cure for the plague, but then the human army pressed in again.]

The desecrated corpses are almost at the camp of the free elves, following the scent of the living.

The camp was filled with unease. Many said the bloodline of the mountain people was about to be extinguished. Father and Mother ordered the rumors to be stopped, but it was difficult to halt them.

[Arlin, should the Mountain People really not exist in this world?]

Why do humans insist on exterminating their species?

"By the way, Erin, Ms. Ida Emin told me you have a potion that can quickly destroy wraiths. Could you sell it to the free elves?"

We can trade recipes, spells, materials, treasures... anything!

[Note: Mother and Ida Emin may ask you for help regarding the monster-clearing clause in the Covenant! But do not agree, Erin! Ban Ade's sorcerers have already sealed off the portals and all passages to the Free Elf camp.]

The message brought by the lovebirds suppressed his emotions, but Erin could hear extreme panic and fear in Francesca Fantaby's voice. "What an idiot!" Erin rushed towards Kaer Morhen. "What good would it do to give her the recipe for Ghost Oil now? The wraiths and corpses are almost here. How can we possibly have time to refine it?"

However, even as he muttered to himself, he still took out another lovebird from his chest with his right hand, quickly stored the recipe for the Ghost Spirit Oil inside, and then released it.

After completing all these actions, Erin continued on his way, and soon the gates of Kaer Morhen came into view, where he was stopped by two apprentices.

Each of them held a magical artifact shaped like a ferocious wolf's head, which was very similar to the school's emblem.

"Captain!"

When one of the apprentices saw Erin's anxious look, he tried to stop the other apprentice and let him pass.

Erin refused outright.

These props were made by him at the request of Ms. Vera after his return. The inspiration came from the city defenses he saw in Fujian during his last trip down the mountain, which were inspecting passing travelers, and also from Philippa Ehrart.

A female sorceress transformed into an owl and moved through Kaer Morhen as if it were her own backyard.

It's fine if Philippa Ehrert is an acquaintance, but what if it's a stranger who is hostile and skilled in illusion and disguise?
That would be terrifying.

However, it seems that although the idea is good, there are still some problems in its implementation.

"Next time, don't let anyone through just because they recognize a face. Sorcerers skilled in illusion and polymorph are very good at disguising themselves. Check everyone who comes in and out," Erin instructed his two bewildered apprentices after he had been checked.

The two apprentices nodded blankly, but Erin knew they definitely hadn't taken it to heart.

[Hasn't the Risberg Civilian Cooperative Organization been clamoring to deploy their uncontrolled war machines to the battlefield?]

Send them all to Kaer Morhen to warm up our freaks.

“We are in great danger now…” Erin recalled the words of the prophecy and couldn’t help but want to say more, but after thinking about it, he gave up.

The duties of the gatekeepers in Kaer Morhen are rotated, so it is meaningless to only instruct the two apprentices.

"It's okay, just be more careful next time."

Seeing that the two apprentices looked somewhat uneasy, Erin gently patted them on the shoulder and walked straight into Kaer Morhen.

The two apprentices stared at Erin's retreating figure, exchanging bewildered glances.

"Gal... Caleb, did we do something wrong?"

"It should...it should be, right?"

"Then can we still join the Demon Hunter Legion?"

"Judging from the commander's expression, he should be... alright, right?"

……

Erin hadn't gone far when he heard the voices of two apprentices not far away, but he paid no attention to them.

The current selection criteria for the Demon Hunter Legion are very strict. It is no longer possible to enter directly by passing the Mountain Trial. The fifteen extra spots for the fourth tier [Members: 10/25] are currently being selected through a competition organized by Aresto.

Erin only suggested a simple selection process and did not participate in it, but the results should be available in the next couple of days.

At that time, we will be able to fill all the fourth-tier members of the Demon Hunter Legion.

As you pass through the barbican, the bright sunlight immediately pierces through the clouds and shines down.

Having been interrupted, Erin's mind gradually calmed down.

He can't rush things; being impatient will only make things worse.

Most ghost-like monsters are not actually strong; it's just that they are difficult to kill quickly with a silver sword alone, and their terrifying appearance can easily cause panic.

The recipe for Ghost Oil has now been sent out. Although it is unlikely to be widely used by Free Spirits, its simple preparation process and common materials should still make it quite effective.

The appearance of the Ghost Oil recipe at least boosted morale considerably.

This is very important in war.

"First and foremost, we must save the free spirits."

Arlin paced along the main road of Kaer Morhen, head bowed in thought.

Not just because of Francesca's existence.

Francesca is the future leader of all the principles of the Ion Siddi Law, and her magical talent is extremely strong. She is of course very important to him and to the Wolf School, but Francesca Fantaby's talent and power have not yet been realized.

However, the meaning of the conversation between Sunny and his men in the prophecy is quite clear...

After the free elves are wiped out, they will launch a major offensive against Kaer Morhen.

The Free Spirit is now a target for the Wolf School, and its life and death are inextricably linked to the Wolf School.

“What should I do?” Erin pondered. “An unclean ritual…desecrating the souls of the dead…Ban Ade must have used necromancy, which is strictly forbidden by the Brotherhood of Sorcerers…”

“You can go to Tissaya de Veres, she won’t ignore it, but…”

Erin gently shook her head.

By the time the Warlock Brotherhood process is complete, the proposal is finalized, and people are sent to investigate, the Free Elves will likely have already perished.

Moreover, both Ban Ad and the Risberg Civil Cooperative were among the most important members of the Brotherhood of Sorcerers.

Can you find anything by investigating yourself?
Not to mention that the establishment of the Warlock Kingdom was taboo in the first place, yet the Ban Ad and the Risberg Civil Cooperative Organization still managed to push it forward.

Of the other renowned warlocks and warlock organizations within the Brotherhood of Warlocks, it seems that only Tissaya de Veris is active.

No matter how much she tried to maintain order, it was impossible for any unexpected complications to arise while she was rescuing Henry Gedimidis.

Free spirits are, after all, just spirits. In any human organization, even one that does not discriminate against spirits, they will not have much influence.

Erin looked up, gazing at the majestic Blue Mountains, and sighed softly.

"Then we'll have to rely on ourselves!"

"But……"

Erin frowned, pushed open the small door of the north tower, and was about to climb the steps:

"The Wolf School's strength is futile against the combined forces of Ban Ade and the Risberg Civilian Cooperative, even if they are just a bunch of defeated soldiers and farmers."

And it's not just an army of ten thousand. If you include the undead army that Ban Ad summoned using necromancy, defying the taboos of the Warlock Brotherhood, and the monsters that the Risberg Civil Cooperative might send...

Their overall strength may more than double.

"Besides, I can't possibly drag the school into the vortex of war just to help the free spirits..."

Erin frowned in thought.

suddenly.

"Ding!"

A familiar system notification sound interrupted him.

Erin paused for a moment, then a thought struck him.

[Ding! Ancient power has been fully absorbed...]

(End of this chapter)