Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 591 Who isn't a reckless hunter! Last words!

It is a lovebird.

A crystal-clear bird descended from the sky and landed on the witcher's shoulder.

He hadn't yet decided whether to contact Francesca, that impetuous little mountain girl, who had written to him first.

The Witcher looked up at the sky.

The sky was a dark green, and the moon was obscured by dark clouds. Judging from the distance between Kaer Mohan and Ban Ade, the lovebird probably returned to Francesca's hands not long before she released it again.

"Why send a reply when we should be focusing on refining the Ghost Spirit Oil?"

Is it gratitude? Or a plea for help?

The Witcher glanced at the endless expanse of undead beyond the shade of the trees, then looked down at the lovebird stroking his thumb and urging him on. He raised his right hand and let the crystalline beak rest against his forehead.

next second.

Francesca Fantabe's clear and melodious voice immediately echoed in his mind.

Thank you, Erin.

[I've received the recipe for the Ghost Oil, and it's very effective. The demons blocking the camp entrance have all been eliminated by the swordsmen who applied the oil.]

So fast… Erin was stunned. He seemed to have underestimated the alchemy skills and potion reserves of the Mountain People.

However, since the mountain peoples ruled the world for a considerable period of time, it is not surprising that some of them were skilled alchemists or had unique alchemical techniques.

After the demonic spirits were destroyed, the monsters blocking the passage fell in droves thanks to the skillful techniques of the mountain people's swordsmen and archers.

[Shadia and Lady Ida Emin not only found a way to completely eradicate the plague, but also devised a way to prevent the bodies of their people from being desecrated by evil necromancy.]

[Those despicable sorcerers of Ban Ade would never have imagined that by defying the prohibition and transforming living people into bloodthirsty, greedy monsters, they would become even easier to guide and destroy than intelligent living beings once their weaknesses were identified.]

Having found their weakness, the mountain people swarmed out and have already wiped out most of the male witch's monsters...

Having wiped out most of them... Erin frowned, lightly stepped on the treetop, and with his right hand, grasped the rough trunk, landing gracefully on the highest branch of the oak tree.

Looking out, the withered forest was shrouded in black smoke, with only the sharp and terrifying howls of the dead.

Apart from that, it was deathly silent, as if there was no living creature left in this forest.

As for the fierce battle described by Francesca, it was completely invisible, and even the undead were wandering aimlessly.

"Am I too far from the Free Elves' camp?" Erin asked, puzzled. "Why is there no sound here?"

No one answered his question, but the message-carrying bird continued to fly.

Before long, we will be able to drive those blasphemous lunatics from our only home.

However, Himmler, my father told me that even if those madmen were driven from this land, the mountain people could no longer remain here.

[Ban Ade's spotted hyenas won't give up; they'll greedily seize every opportunity to come back stronger.]

The people of the mountains have never feared death, but there are few brave young people left among them...

We will go to a very far place, farther than Nilfgaard at the southernmost tip. I have been told it is the promised land of the mountain people, the true home of the ancients who came in white boats.

Perhaps only there can the people of the mountains cast aside all fear and truly find peace...

Francesca Fantaby's voice trembled slightly, as she suppressed some emotion.

Hearing this, and seeing the darkness before him so calm that it could instill fear even in a witcher, how could he not guess that Francesca's letter contained only "lies"?

If there truly is a Promised Land where the mountain people can live in peace, why have the free elves endured the harassment of Cordwin for so many years without ever migrating?

They love this land full of thorns of hatred, and even though they are repeatedly hurt and their ethnic group is shrinking, they do not change their hearts.

how can that be possible?
If such a place truly existed, the mountain people would have left long ago.

Unfortunately, there is no longer a place in this world for these ancient races.

Perhaps in the future, many years from now, if Bai Shuang doesn't destroy this world, the mountain people will, like the stories he heard in his previous life, become bedtime myths and unverifiable legends as the demonic tide recedes...

The long pause in the lovebird almost made him think that the "letter" had been "read".

Then came a few gasps that were hard to suppress, followed by Francesca Fantaby's voice, still cool but unable to hide her intense emotions.

Even so, even if my people and I go to the Promised Land of the Mountain People, Arryn, I will never forget you...

I will always remember the heart-pounding fear we felt while hiding from the human army, the warmth of your embrace during the enraged attacks of the rock trolls, the icy waters of the Mirage River and your exceptionally warm hands, and the little hut where I changed your bandages...

【Clang~ Clang~ Clang~】

A sudden chime interrupted Francesca Fantaby's almost murmured murmur.

She paused for a moment before hurriedly continuing:
The victory bells have rung, Erin. We'll be leaving soon, and perhaps we'll never see each other again.

So... Erin...

Could you write again and call me Enid?

The cold touch disappeared from his forehead, and the lovebird tilted its tiny, crystalline head on his index finger, looking at him as if asking if he should reply.

The witcher stood there, leaning against the tree trunk, stunned for a long while.

He looked into the eyes of the lovebird, and it seemed as if through those pure little eyes he saw the elven girl who was suppressing her fear and dread.

"You reckless fool, who do you think you can fool with a letter like this?"

"She can't even lie properly; what a waste of her pretty face."

The Witcher sighed softly, pressed his forehead against the lovebird, said a few words, and then waved to release the lovebird.

"Roar--"

"what--"

The howls of the dead echoed through the withered forest.

The witcher stood upright on the treetop, watching the lovebird fly eastward.

Just as the shadow of the lovebird was about to disappear, the icy blue cat's eyes coldly glanced down at the monster scurrying across the ground, like the Grim Reaper holding a scythe to reap life, giving a light look to the prey whose death was imminent.

then……

A deathly gray mask covered a youthful face, and the azure cat eyes were replaced by hollow eye sockets burning with bluish-gray flames.

The tattered cloak billowed in the wind, leaving only a skeletal head wearing a rusty helmet.

【Name: Wild Hunt's Conquest Armor】

[Type: Magical Item]

【Function:
1. Helmet - Skull: Disguise your face with a skull illusion, which has a deterrent effect on non-supernatural creatures and a probability of having a deterrent effect on supernatural creatures.

2. Chest Armor - Ghostly: When activated, it turns the user into a ghost, making them immune to physical attacks.

3. Handguards - Iron Grip: Enhances strength and provides immunity to disarming.

4. Shoulder Pad - Balance: Balances elements and greatly suppresses elemental surges.

5. Greaves - Magic Amplification: Increases spell power and gathers magic energy.

6. Boots - Flat: Immune to the negative effects of most terrains such as swamps, muddy ground, and snowfields. Set Bonus:

1. Spiral: Allows the wearer to walk on the spiral with their physical body.

2. Resurrection: When a fatal attack strikes, the wearer can be sacrificed, either actively or passively, to teleport to a predetermined target point via a spiral. Current target point: Tyr Na Lia.

[Note: The powerful elven sages Avalak and Eredin, after enduring the pursuit of the "White Frost" and plundering most of the worlds conquered by Ain El, finally gathered all the materials to create this powerful equipment. For a long-lived race like Ain El, every member who can fight and is willing to fight for their people is more valuable than gold.]

He is no longer a Witcher of the Wolf School, but a Skeleton Knight, hunting with unbridled abandon.

The Wild Hunt is born to bring destruction; it has nothing to fear.

[Ding! Hunting Quest: Ghoul II (Kill 250/250 Ghouls), Pending Completion!]

[Ding! Interdimensional Fusion "Ghoul" Stage 1. Please select a fusion location! (If the host does not select a location, it will be randomly located after 30 seconds.)]

As the mechanical voice sounded, the emerald green door reappeared in Erin's sight—the Door of Ade Gase, the magnificent door.

Whether it was an illusion or not, the Gate of Ad-Gase at this moment seemed more real than ever before, almost tangible, as if it truly existed in this world.

Whether the undead sensed something or not, their wails and howls suddenly ceased.

Even the mountain winds that howled with a putrid stench seemed to freeze for a moment.

He estimated the time, and then a thought struck him.

[WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!]

[Fluctuation of interdimensional fusion detected! Fluctuation of interdimensional fusion detected!]

The night was dyed crimson.
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"Dang~dang~dang~"

The urgent tolling of bells echoed through a valley.

This should have been a beautiful valley, where even in the darkness, flowers with a fluorescent blue glow grew on the ground.

The flowers' light wasn't dazzling, but it was enough to illuminate the path paved with bright red and green bricks, and the railings carved with yew wood grain beside it.

But at this moment, the brightly colored valley was marred by the sound of bells mixed with weeping and shouting, adding a touch of tragedy to its beauty.

"Enid! Enid! Why are you still here?! Didn't you hear the summoning bell... What are you doing?"

At the end of the valley, in a man-made cave, a fully armed female guard rushed in.

She saw Francesca alone, wearing an ill-fitting suit of armor.

Francesca glanced at the female guard as she entered and said, "Kalia, you've come at the right time. Quickly, help me button this up..."

"What do you mean, button it up?" Kalia strode over, ripped off the clumsy armor she'd been wearing, and pulled Francesca towards the door. "Enid, come with me! Your father has divined the easiest way to break through..."

“I will not run away, Kalia,” Francesca struggled to break free from Kalia’s rough, large hand, and calmly proclaimed, “I am the offspring of the last Elf King, Difsoff; the great blood of the White Ship Charioteer flows in my veins, and the spirit of Aririne roars within my chest…”

"I am an adult now, Kalia. It is my duty to fight for my people of the mountains!"

“You’re not an adult yet. You’re still five years away from the age when you should have your coming-of-age ceremony, and besides…” Kalia hurriedly advised as she listened to the increasingly urgent tolling of the bells, “You’ve already fought, Enid!”

"The Ghost Oil recipe you brought has already saved many lives on the front lines."

"It is because of those sword oils that we are not allowed to die in humiliation and obscurity in this corner of the world, and we can still rise up and sow the seeds of the mountain people."

"Himmles and Shadia are already fighting for the people of the mountains."

“But Enid, you are the farmer who sows the seeds. How can a farmer die on the battlefield?”

"You must also sow the seeds of hope among the mountain peoples..."

"The Mountain People have no hope, Kalia!" Francescar roared, her eyes red. "The Mountain People have had no hope since the time when Shailawade's White Rose (Aririne) died by human swords, holding a blood-stained banner."

"We are merely prey, being forced into a corner step by step by the hunter's scheme."

Kalia's pulling motion froze.

Francesca took a deep breath, and tears streamed uncontrollably from her eyes, falling in large drops onto the cold rocks.

She said softly and sincerely, "The people of the mountains have no hope, Kalia."

"Most of the able-bodied young men died in the Revolt of Aririan, and in this wizard's ambush, a large portion of them also perished."

How much is left?

"Can a mere two hundred fertile mountain people support the dilapidated white boat and continue its voyage?"

Kalia remained silent, her eyes reddening despite the hardening of her face from years of fighting.

Francesca spoke the truth, and every mountain dweller knows the truth.

How can she refute a single truth?
“Let me go, Kalia,” Francesca pleaded plaintively. “There are too few seeds to need a dedicated farmer. The leader will only extinguish hope in revenge even faster.”

"Don't let me die a miserable and dishonorable death in endless despair and pain..."

"At least let me die like Irene, like a hero, in the struggle, under the enemy's sword."

"Kalia!"

Francesca pleaded in a hoarse voice.

Kalia bit her lower lip, blood flowing into her mouth, but the pain and the strong taste of rust did not make her as determined as usual.

She should have knocked Enid unconscious right now and taken her away, but...

But looking into Enid's pleading blue eyes, how could she bear to let her truly plunge into the abyss filled with revenge, killing, struggle, and conspiracy?

Kalia took a deep breath, a slight smile playing on her lips, and gently stroked Enid's messy hair:

"There are no enemy swords outside, only the stench and bloody fangs of the living dead."

Francesca paused, then felt a surge of joy, and stood up straight with a solemn air:

"Then let those fangs tear my throat, pierce my heart, and rip me apart, so that my honor may be elevated in the flowing blood..."

But never let Erin see her like that… she prayed to the gods in her heart.

When choosing the deity to pray to, she hesitated for a few seconds before finally choosing Meritelli.

Meritelli is a human deity, but she did not pray for a mere existence. Since she is rumored to be as close to Erin as she is, she would surely not stand by and watch Erin be heartbroken.

Will Erin... shed tears for me?
“I will die before you, my valiant princess… Let me put on armor for you…” Kalia wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and was about to pick up the armor from the ground.

A crystal-clear bird flew in through the cave entrance.

Francesca paused, then instinctively raised her finger and pressed it to her forehead.

The next second, her expression changed, and she rushed out of the cave, leaving Kalia behind who had just picked up her armor.

"Enid, where are you going?!" Kalia called out anxiously.

The letter delivered by the lovebird was very short, containing only one sentence:

"Enid, look up at the sky."

(End of this chapter)