Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 607 Exposed!

With a thought, he drank a portion of the water ghost's heart essence, restoring his almost depleted strength. Erin let out a slight breath and curled the corners of his lips into a smile:
"Since I am the Child of Miracles, then the male wizard can only be you..."

Although somewhat exhausted, the Witcher couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and crack a joke as Hen Gedimidis was close at hand and the dangerous mission was about to safely enter a new phase.

Wigford shook his head with a wry smile.

The feeling of fatigue gradually subsided after a short rest.

Ailin squinted at the temple shimmering with fluorescent blue light not far away, his heart beating gently in a unique rhythm.

“Uirs…”

Silently, Erin's thoughts spread instantly, but under his control, they did not cover too far, only enveloping the magnificent yet dilapidated temple in the distance.

【Title: Whispers of Life】

……

[Passive effect: Maintains the power flow of "Beast Roar: Whisper of Life" daily, can]
1. Slowly improve physical attributes.

2. Keenly perceive hostility from the surroundings.

[Active Effect: Consumes energy to conceal all living things within its perception range.]

[Note: Do Witchers not die from assassination?]

Red dots of light appeared at the distant temple; there were only a handful of them.

A brief message appeared in my mind, immediately displaying the various information about the red dot.

Except for one piece of information that was a bit exaggerated, the rest were all familiar faces.

"Only four gargoyles and one golem remained blocking Hen Gedimidis's way."

Erin withdrew "Whispers of Life," took a deep breath, and exhaled softly, "Uilas..." He then released "Trap Sense" and strode toward the ancient and dilapidated temple.

Wigford followed without comment.

Even if Erin pointed to a cliff and told him that there was a flat plain ahead, he felt that he would walk over there.

“It’s not magic…” He paused for a few seconds, then pointed to his lips. “Although there is an incantation—if it is—the external magic is not being mobilized, much like the signs of you witchers.”

“But I remember that the hand seals have long been simplified by Alzur to the point that they no longer require incantations…”

“I call them ‘roars’… Don’t step on this…” Erin replied casually, then pointed to a square stone slab on the ground that was slightly different in color from the surrounding area.

The existence of the "Path of Beast Roar" needs no concealment.

“Roar…” Wigford pondered these two simple words, feeling that they could evoke a kind of naked killing and savagery.

“The one just now was ‘Uirs’, and the other was ‘Uilas’. The spelling signs are similar, but they are definitely different…”

“Yes,” Erin nodded, “There are two types: one is to detect traps, and the other is to detect life.”

Although he had already guessed during the long journey, Wigford still found it hard to believe when Erin admitted it.

That's right.

Before Erin arrived, he had already explored most of the traps and monsters in the dungeon.

But that was the result of him spending half a month figuring out the arena's guard patrols and Sunny's detection frequency, and then about a week carefully investigating every night when he had the chance.

Of course, there are magical methods for detecting traps, but the one that Vigfortz himself used was an ancient spell he obtained from the tombs of the ancient elves.

It is extremely difficult to learn, and the requirements and consumption for releasing it are also extremely high. Moreover, it only works on those containing magic power, which are commonly known as magic traps.

Those physical traps that ordinary hunters and craftsmen could make, he still needed to identify with his own eyes.

The understated description of the journey comes after a week of hiding and utter misery.

For Erin, that short stretch of road had been as smooth as flat ground, and he even occasionally wondered if the traps were set by Sunny on his behalf.

This is also why Wigofferts never thought that the "roar" was a "sign".

Although both appear to have very short "chanting times" for casting spells, the latter is a half-finished product of castration magic.

The power is reduced several times over in exchange for almost non-existent "gestures" and "chanting," but the roar is absolutely different.

Compared to hand seals, the roar actually resembles a once-glorious divine spell.

In the ancient Elven era, the priests held such a high status not only because of the flourishing of the gods, but also because they could unleash divine spells that were more powerful than magic in a shorter amount of time.

Therefore, the shock he felt from Erin's ability to cast "Roar" far exceeded Erin's ability to cast spells like a warlock.

Do not!
Not only him, but any sorcerer who saw it would be utterly horrified.

after all.

This ease reveals a very simple logical relationship—

In essence, the "roar" that Erin spoke of was of a much higher grade than his, higher than the ancient elven magic that only the Magic Source could barely learn and use!

"Is this roar, like sword oil, a system you created?" Wigfordts couldn't help but ask again.

Erin could only nod slightly, then, under the intense, piercing gaze of the demonic energy beside him, he quickly changed the subject:

"The rescue of Henry Gedimidis went more smoothly than expected."

"I originally thought there would be all sorts of genetically modified monsters from the Risberg Civil Cooperative, and I was worried that I wasn't prepared enough."

"I didn't expect that along the way, besides magic traps, there were only gargoyles and colossi, and not many of them."

Wigford gave him a complicated look, but still explained:
"You may not know this, but most of the products of the Riesberg Civil Cooperative Organization, except for the relatively 'simple' constructs, have hidden dangers."

"The Reisberg Civil Partnership will make some modifications to the genetically modified monster that will not cause the product to backfire on Reisberg in certain situations."

“And Sunny has no intention of sharing Henry Gedimidis with Otoland, at least for now.”

"There will always be some degree of caution..."

"in addition……"

Wigford took a deep breath, pointed to the steps he had just passed, and then to the pitch-black darkness behind him, like a quagmire:

"So many magical traps have already cost a fortune; Sunny has probably used up most of Ban Ad's stockpile of magical traps here."

“Gargoyles and golems are more expensive, more than enough for warlocks, thieves, mercenaries, and even ordinary witchers—excluding you.”

"Moreover, the sheer length of this vast underground palace is itself the best protection..."

Wigford's voice abruptly stopped.

Accompanied by a rumbling sound, the gargoyle that had been lying prone on the nearly one hundred steps and beside the stone platform at the entrance of the temple stood up, swaying its body.

The Witcher instinctively tried to rush up the steps.

"boom!"

A streak of crimson lightning bolt, however, was faster than him.

A blinding flash of lightning carved a deep trench in the steps, striking the gargoyle on the left, which was still unsteady, severing its left arm and a short stone wing. Vigfortz's clear, melodious chanting, like a hunting horn, then rang in his ears.

For some reason, the Witcher could detect a sinister undertone in his voice.

Vigfortz seemed to be venting his anger through magic.

Ah!
He was definitely venting!

Only when the demon hunter steps onto the seventh level can he ascend.

Several more, even more dazzling, blue-purple lightning bolts struck the four gargoyles directly, sending rubble flying and shattering them into pieces.

Dust and smoke rose at the same time.

The gargoyles had clearly lost their breath, and the lightning still pounded their remains several times.

The gargoyle's chubby, enormous body was transformed into magma emitting a golden-red light under the intense heat of the lightning.

"Whoo~"

Vigfortz let out a sigh of relief. When he saw Erin's gaze shift towards him, Erin winked at him: "I have to play some role, either by searching for traps or by eliminating monsters."

Erin shook his head speechlessly.

However, this unwillingness to admit defeat and desire to prove something makes Wigfordtez more real than his usual calm and composed demeanor, which always seemed to have everything under control.

After all.

Wigford is now just like Philippa Ehrert and Mary, having gained some fame, but not yet fully established herself on the world stage.

People's cunning won't naturally be as deep as it is in the future.

Erin sheathed his sword and asked, "Hen Gedimidis is just ahead. After we rescue him, how do we leave the dungeon?"

"The portal probably won't work, so should we go back the way we came?"

With Henry Gedimidis just one step away from being rescued, it's time to consider the next step.

“The spatial fluctuations within the dungeon are chaotic, so Senni must have set up a ritual to imprison the space,” Vigforts nodded. “However, it’s not necessarily necessary to return the way we came. Every dungeon of the ancient elves has more than one exit.”

"Perhaps I could..."

Wigford's tone suddenly faltered.

"Om~"

The wolf emblem on Erin's chest trembled slightly, prompting him to turn around warily.

Suddenly, a dark purple light appeared in the darkness of the passageway we had come from.

The Witcher drew his sword, ready to block, but felt a tap on his shoulder.

“It’s Lydia…” Vigforts walked past him, heading towards the dark purple light.

At that moment, a magical message came from Lydia… Erin’s heart sank slightly, and he suddenly missed a beat.

After the light pierced directly into Wigford's forehead, he closed his eyes for a short while before his expression changed drastically, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

"What happened?" Erin stepped forward and quickly asked.

Vigfortz looked gravely into Erin's eyes and said, "Lydia sent a message: Sunny and Ottolan have both returned!"

"Impossible!" the Witcher exclaimed.

As he left the withered woodland, Ben Ade and the wizards of the Risberg Civil Cooperative were having a passionate encounter with the Wild Hunt.

Even counting from then, only two hours have passed.

Two hours may seem like a long time, but that's because he traveled from the withered woodlands and the Pasolon Forest to his final horse change back to Kaer Morhen with almost no rest, which is why he was able to get there so quickly.

Before acquiring the horse, relying solely on his own two legs, his speed was by no means inferior to that of an ordinary warhorse.

Even if the war between Ben Ade, the Lisberg Civil Cooperative, and the Wild Hunt had ended immediately after his departure, it certainly wouldn't have been this swift.

Why do they need to be in such a rush like him?

Besides, how could their battle with the Wild Hunt possibly end so quickly?

unless……

"Sunny and Ottolan are seriously injured?" Erin asked hastily. "Or perhaps Ban Ade and the wizards of the Risberg Civil Cooperative suffered severe injuries, and the Wild Hunt attacked Ban Ade?"

“Nothing.” Vigfortz’s expression was equally grave. “Lydia said in the magical message that the wizards that Sunny and Ottolan took out all returned almost unharmed.”

"And now, Sunny and Ottoland have already sealed off the entire new city of Ban Ad, and are conducting a massive manhunt for something..."

Wigford paused, his brow furrowing with worry as he stared at Erin.

He never asked Erin where Ben Ade came from, but as soon as they met, Erin knew that Sunny and Ottolan weren't in Ben Ade.

Some things are not difficult to deduce.

When Erin heard Wigford's sudden pause, he noticed his expression and immediately understood what was going on. He shook his head and said, "It's definitely not because of me. I'm being very careful."

He certainly couldn't have guessed that the Wild Hunt would only engage in a few brief probing exchanges with the Warlock before leaving.

They would never have guessed that the zombie possessed by the Eye of True Knowledge would actually be found by Ottoran.

Although his zombie was noticed by one of Ban Ade's wizards, there were tens of thousands of undead in the entire Withered Woodland, and at least three thousand zombies.

The zombie possessed by his Eye of Truth was located at the very core of the battlefield, so there was no way it could survive to the end. Even if it were found out later, so what?

But who could have imagined that not only did the battle not last long, but his zombie also survived to the end, even piquing Ottoran's interest. Ottoran also had the means to find his whereabouts and connect him with the person who triggered the alien fusion.

"There's no time to think about that anymore. Now that things have come to this, we can't just back down, and there won't be another chance."

Erin gritted his teeth, immediately leaping over the four mangled remains of gargoyles, and charged towards the temple while shouting at Vigorforts:
"I'll go rescue Henry Gedimidis, you go find another exit!"

"We don't have much time left!"
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On the other side, Sunny and Ottoran stood expressionless at the entrance of Ban Aard College, listening to the reports from the wizards who were searching through Cordwin New City.

But as small groups of people arrived, the two men standing at the pinnacle of power in the extraordinary world grew increasingly grim.

Clearly, with the entire new city nearly plowed up and filled with screams and cries of agony, they heard no good news.

Sunny's complexion was even worse than that of the aging Ottolan.

As time goes by, the feeling of impending loss of something important not only doesn't disappear, but actually intensifies, like a boulder pressing on the heart, making it hard to breathe.

And just then...

Several male wizards rushed out of the academy in a disheveled state, shouting:

"Dean Senny!"

"The arena guards have been knocked unconscious!"

(End of this chapter)