Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 606 The Cage of Demon Source Heng Gedimidis! "Beast Roar: Trap Sense" Establishes Authority!
Contrary to what I had imagined, it was not fraught with danger.

What followed was not a series of fast-paced battles against constructs, cursed creatures, beasts, ogres, dragons, and vampires, but rather a tedious and monotonous journey.

There are many traps, but they don't appear one after another. Instead, after one sinkhole trap, there are only two walls of fire that appear after walking a hundred meters or so through winding paths, when you're about to lose your focus.

Yes, they are more than 100 meters apart.

The underground palace buried beneath the arena was much larger than he had imagined, far exceeding the "narrow" area covered by the arena on the surface, and could not have been built in a short time.

The walls on both sides are also engraved with many blurry patterns that are quite different from those in the world.

With Wigford beside him, accurately deflecting the traps set by Sunny, Erin inevitably became a little bored, subconsciously letting his thoughts drift to the murals and unique architectural decorations on either side.

“This place has always been here,” Vigforts reminded Erin, noticing his expression when he saw the traps on the stone steps ahead, and explained, “Ban Ade Academy was built on a magical place, and where there is a magical place, there are ancient elf palaces.”

“The ancient mountain people believed that the place of magic was the closest place to the gods.”

"Therefore, these palaces were not inhabited by the nobles of the mountain people, but by priests of higher status."

"In addition, they also believed that the ground was the boundary between life and death, and between man and God."

"Therefore, unlike human customs, the temples of the elves are all buried deep underground."

"Moreover, in terms of grandeur and form, it must not be smaller than the elven palaces on the ground, even if the palace of the elven king resides on the ground."

"For the underground is the palace of the dead and the gods of the mountains."

"Of course, this underground palace won't be too big. Judging from its design, the entrance hall here is carved with honey badgers..."

Erin was stunned for a moment, but then he thought about it.

In the previous game, besides the fact that magical places were scattered all over the continent, they weren't all underground; magnificent underground tombs were indeed everywhere.

Even in this lifetime...

The Elemental Ring was indeed located on an elven palace, though time has eroded it into ruins; the place where the evil god descended also had an elven tower; not to mention Toussaint, where Thomas Moru's research institute was built directly within an elven catacombs...

Think again……

There is also a convergence point (the place of magic) underground in Drakenberg, where all sorts of different monsters always emerge, and there are also legends of dragons. However, the last time we rescued Bont, it went too smoothly, and we didn't feel the danger from underground.

Could there be a similar elven palace hidden underground there?

Or perhaps the reason the elven palaces are located underground is not simply because the "place of magic" is the closest place to the gods, but because the power of the gods and priests is needed to seal off the place of magic and its convergence points...

As Erin pondered, his thoughts drifted to Drakenberg.

Come to your senses again.

Wiegolford has extended his research from the current underground palace to "how to determine the age of the underground palace and the deities worshipped based on its decorations".

“You seem to know a lot about this…” Erin couldn’t help but interrupt.

Vigfortz paused, scratched his head—a rare occurrence—and smiled sheepishly like a big boy: "After all, my research focuses on ancient elven ruins; I accidentally said too much."

“It’s alright,” Erin shook his head gently. “I’m also very interested in the ancient elven ruins. Was that ritual related to the Ancient Blood and the Child of Miracles also found in a dungeon like this?”

Vigfortz shook his head slightly, as if letting out a sigh of relief: "The Great Tomb of Islinne Egri Epp Evinion—I'm guessing—is just a tomb, not really related to any deity... um..."

He paused slightly, as if thinking of something, and emphasized, "It is a rare tomb that has no connection whatsoever with the gods of the mountain people."

"Is this strange?"

“Quite strange,” Vigforts nodded slightly, pointing to a barely perceptible crack in the wall in front of him, indicating to bend down and hide, before continuing, “I have explored many ancient elven ruins and tombs, from Kovir and Bovis in the north to Lower Soden in the south.”

"I have traveled to all the excavated ruins or the cities built on them in my early years."

"Later, Lydia and I also excavated eleven ruins based on some clues."

"Among all these ruins, there are shrines dedicated to deities. Unlike the mountain peoples of today, the ancient elves were a race that deeply worshipped gods..."

Erin then asked, "Is it because of your identity as a prophet that you don't believe in God?"

“There are no pure prophets among the ancient elves,” Vigforts shook his head slightly. “All elves with special talents, especially female elves with prophetic talents, are priests of some god.”

Erin nodded thoughtfully, then walked around a stone brick in the middle of the corridor and asked curiously:

"Isrine is so famous, doesn't anyone know which god she was a priestess of?"

Vigfortz paused, stroked his chin thoughtfully for a while, and then said, "It seems to be the goddess who governs the four seasons, the Daughter of Spring..."

"Gwendolyn, the Daughter of Spring?!" Erin couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Why is the shadow of that mountain people's deity, the sole survivor, everywhere I look...?

wrong!

Perhaps it was because He made countless preparations more than other gods that Gwendolyn, the Daughter of Spring, was the one who ultimately survived, rather than the other gods.

and many more!

Islinne is the one who made the prophecy of the Child of Miracles, and now the resurrected spirit of Gwendolyn, the Daughter of Spring, is in his hands...

Could this be a coincidence?
Vigorfortz, who was suddenly interrupted, glanced at Erin and raised an eyebrow: "Gwendolyn, the Daughter of Spring, that is indeed the name of the deity of Islinne."

"Most people only know that Islinne is a great prophet. I only found out which god she worshipped after leaving that tomb and reading through many books."

"I never expected that the Wolf School would also study the ancient elves."

Erin thought for a moment, then shook her head and said truthfully, "I also heard of the Goddess of Spring's name by chance, but I never imagined that she was related to Islinne..."

He paused, looked intently into Wigford's eyes, and asked:
"Do you know anything else about Islini?"

Vigfortz was taken aback by Erin's sudden seriousness, which seemed to carry a hint of pleading.

He closed his half-open mouth, shut his eyes, pondered carefully for a moment, and then gently shook his head:
"The research on the ancient Elven gods is extremely limited, with most of the materials being destroyed during the wars against the Elves."

"This is also a taboo in the Northern Continent, easily leading to serious charges such as blasphemy, belief in evil gods, and heresy, so very few people study it..."

"but……"

Vigfortz smiled at the witcher, whose disappointment was hard to conceal, and said, "But I can try to find some. I have a few elderly dwarf friends, and quite a few collectors who like ancient elven books..."

Erin was silent for a moment, then said earnestly, "Thank you."

Upon hearing this, Wigford shook his head slightly: "Have you forgotten what I said?"

"You, Erin, you are the child of miracles, you are the future of this world, and I hope to walk with the future!"

"So you don't need to thank me."

Wigford stared intently into Erin's deep blue cat-like eyes.

Erin instinctively flinched, then fell silent, unsure of what to say at that moment.

Fortunately, Wigford didn't seem to expect any response from him. He smiled elegantly and turned back to continue leading the way deeper into the underground palace.

Darkness spread out from it, like a huge mud puddle.

"Da da da~"

The only sound in the air was the sound of their footsteps echoing in the empty underground palace.

Dust drifted and scattered in disarray.

The deathly silence lasted for a long time until Wigford suddenly stopped at the end of the corridor, in front of a stone door guarded by two gargoyle statues.

Those two gargoyles with bared teeth and ferocious appearances were just statues, not constructed creatures.

At least from Wolf's perspective, there were no magical fluctuations.

Wiggerts shrugged and sighed. "That's the end of our reconnaissance. Everything ahead is unknown... well... except that we shouldn't be too far from Hen Gedimidis."

"Judging from the honeypot-shaped underground palace, Sunny has most likely trapped our target in the rear hall of the temple, leaving us with only about one-tenth of the journey..."

Upon hearing this, Erin realized that their rescue of Henry Gedimidis had been sudden, without giving Wigford enough time.

It was all because the journey was so smooth for a full half hour, except for a few expected monsters blocking the way. It was like an easy trip on a picnic in the underground palace.

So much so that he almost forgot about it.

Erin couldn't help but look back, only to see darkness spreading through the tunnel.

“That’s already quite remarkable,” he couldn’t help but exclaim. “If I remember correctly, it hasn’t been a month since Ms. Tessia de Veres commissioned you to investigate this matter.”

"I was prepared to explore most of the journey on my own."

Wigford smiled, shrugged, and joked, "I always need to perform well to prove that I'm qualified to stand beside the Son of Miracles."

"but……"

He suppressed his smile, gazing into the darkness that seemed to harbor monstrous beasts and lurking dangers: "The remaining journey isn't far, but it will likely take far longer than before, and it will be much more dangerous..."

"Fortunately, Senny and Ottoran won't be back so quickly in the face of the Wild Hunt..."

As he spoke, Vigforts carefully walked between the two gargoyles, about to enter the stone door, but he did not hear the Witcher's footsteps.

He looked back and saw the young witcher standing there with his eyes closed.

"What's wrong, Erin?" Wigford asked, puzzled.

Erin winked at him and joked, "You've proven yourself worthy to stand beside the Child of Miracles. Now it's my turn to prove why 'I' am the Child of Miracles."

Just say it.

Wigford hadn't reacted yet.

Erin closed her eyes again.

"Plop~"

"Plop~"

The heart beats gently with a unique rhythm, almost at the same frequency as a normal heartbeat, but if you listen carefully, you can hear a different kind of sound.

Golden specks of light emerged from the slightly stagnant blood.

The moment it merges with the blood-red energy emanating from the bone marrow.

“Uilas…”

It was as if he had only let out a light breath.

Silently, Erin's thoughts drifted away in an instant, almost as quickly as "Beast Roar: Words of Life" probing for life fluctuations.

However, its range is not as wide as "Beast Roar: Words of Life," only about twenty or thirty meters in radius.

Scattered crimson light trailed behind Wigford.

Location, element, quantity...

Not only magical traps, but also the most primitive physical traps such as pits, spikes, falling rocks, and rolling logs are all on full display.

Erin didn't know the principle, but the newly acquired "Beast Roar: Trap Perception" made it impossible for any trap to escape perception, almost like retrieving data from the bottom layer of the system, or similar to some kind of rule.

Of course, this wasn't the first time he had used "Beast Roar: Trap Sense," and he couldn't possibly entrust his life entirely to Vigforts, even though they had signed a contract.

Erin used it discreetly once at the entrance of the dungeon, but after finding that it was completely consistent with Vigforts's judgment, he never used it a second time.

Because "Beast Roar: Trap Sense" consumes a lot of stamina, using it once will evaporate nearly one-third of your stamina.

The extract from the water ghost's heart can restore physical strength, but it cannot restore accumulated fatigue.

This is the heart of Ban Ade. After rescuing Hen Gedimidis, we still need to find a way to get Hen Gedimidis, whose condition is unknown, away. In fact, just in case, we need to have enough energy to deal with Hen Gedimidis's struggles.

Therefore, Erin only used "Beast Roar: Trap Sense" once.

From Wigford's perspective, the moment Erin closed his eyes and opened them again, exhaling softly, he was a completely different person.

Those deep blue cat eyes seemed to see through everything.

By the time Vigfortz came to his senses, the Witcher had already passed him, and with a nonchalant "Follow me," walked through the stone gate.

He could only follow, bewildered.

Then, something even more amazing happened.

The witcher strolled leisurely through the dungeon, only stopping in certain places to glance at him, point to a spot on the ground or wall, and then continuing on his way.

At first, Wigford checked it briefly, and only left after confirming with surprise that it was a trap.

After a few such incidents, Wiggerts naturally realized that the Witcher had a way of detecting traps, and silently and numbly followed behind him, advancing deeper into the dungeon at an even faster pace.

It didn't take long.

A magnificent yet dilapidated temple appeared before the witcher and the sorcerer.

A fluorescent blue magical glow flickered within the temple.

A faint, oppressive aura caused the entire underground palace to shake, but in an instant, everything returned to normal.

Clearly, Henri Gedimidis was in that temple.

Vigfortz looked back, dazed, into the deepest darkness of the underground palace. Suppressing the turmoil in his heart caused by the shock, he took a deep breath and said:
"Aelin, I'm starting to really wonder, which of us is the warlock..."

(End of this chapter)