Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 611 [The Unstable Power of Prophecy] Strikes Again! It dries up instantly upon showing its face!
"Boom——"

Amidst the deafening roar, the ceiling, walls, and floor shook violently.

Witchers and sorcerers habitually lower their heads to avoid getting dust and gravel in their mouths and eyes.

Turn a corner.

On the walls of the secret passage, a row of magic lamps lit up with a ghostly blue light, illuminating the dark chamber at the end, where the stone door was carved with white roses, laurels, and fluorescent blue grass.

The dark room contained nothing but a statue weathered beyond recognition by time and walls adorned with ancient elven-style murals.

Of course, there would also be no secret passage leading to the outside world.

They seemed to have reached a dead end.

Wigford and Erin, however, were completely unaware and walked straight in as if nothing had happened.

"We're almost there..."

Wigford gave a soft reminder, carefully examined the structure of the darkroom, and then walked past the unrecognizable statue toward a blank wall that was also carved with several white roses, laurels and fluorescent blue grass.

He observed the wall carefully for a while, then gently tapped it with his index finger.

I don't know what mechanism I triggered.

"Zila Zila~"

The entire dark room groaned a few times, and the empty wall decorated with white roses, laurels, and fluorescent blue grass patterns opened up from the middle, revealing a narrow space.

A faint beam of sunlight descended from the sky, landing in the narrow space and reflecting a small patch of shimmering water in the center.

Almost the instant the wall opened.

"Help me—"

“Meritale, have mercy on your devout believer, save my little Yuri and Misha…”

"Run! Run! The monster is coming... Ah—"

"Wow—Mommy—Mommy—"

……

Heart-wrenching screams, cries, prayers, and screams of agony unexpectedly entered the Witcher's ears through his keen senses.

Erin paused involuntarily, looking at Vigfortez.

Unaware of anything amiss, Wigfordts walked in, squinted at the water's surface, glanced up again, sighed in relief, and said:

"The exit of the secret passages in the underground temples of the ancient elves is usually a well in the city."

"Fortunately, Ban Ade was the same, and this well not only hasn't dried up after hundreds of years, but it wasn't filled in by the city's builders either..."

"It even survived the Wild Hunt's attack that wiped out the city six months ago."

"Erin, we're really lucky."

"I thought we'd have to dig out an opening with swords and staffs..."

"boom--"

The sunlight shining into the well suddenly brightened a bit, followed by a deafening explosion.

The walls and the ground shook violently.

In the ancient well, pebbles and a few dark figures crashed into the water, splashing up large sprays that soaked Wiggeferts and Erin's wizard robes and leather armor.

After an unknown amount of time, the ear-piercing explosions ceased.

The Witcher's ears twitched slightly. He noticed that the heart-wrenching screams, cries, prayers, and groans that had just erupted had subsided somewhat with the disappearance of the explosion.

Ignoring his soaked robes, Vigforts gripped his metal staff, sensed its power, and shook his head.
"Senni and Ottolan have indeed sealed off the outer city as well. The portal is unusable. We can only get out through this well and then figure out a way to leave Ban Ade."

"The southern wall, near the Lexira River, isn't fully completed yet; perhaps we can leave from there..."

"The construction work on the city wall has recently been focused on the east gate..."

"The west side is Ban Ade Academy, so we don't need to consider it. The north wall isn't completely finished either, but it's not as bad as the south side, which suffered the most damage in the last six months..."

"But in the end, it still depends on Ottolan and Sunny..."

Wigford frowned and pondered for a long time, but still couldn't determine a truly feasible escape plan.

However, this cannot be blamed on the ever-thoughtful and seemingly omnipotent Demon Source.

Their original plan was to quietly rescue Henry Gedmidis after Sunny and Ottoland took the main force of Ben Ade College and the Risberg Civil Cooperative away from Ben Ade.

Then there's no need to consider which path to take.

After leaving the sealed-off dungeon a certain distance away, you can easily open a portal to Kaer Morhen.

But now, no matter how you estimate or measure it, no route is safe, not even the northern city wall, which Wigford mentioned was the most severely damaged.

after all……

If Wigford knows something, how could Sunny and Ottolan not know it?

“Don’t overthink it, just deal with it as it comes…” Erin took a deep breath, interrupting Wigford’s hesitation, “In the end, it depends on how Sunny and Ottoran arrange the guards.”

"We can only take it one step at a time."

With that, Erin walked from the dark room to the bottom of the well where Wigfordtz was.

But just as one foot was still in the dark room and the other foot had just crossed the boundary between the dark room and the bottom of the well, his body paused almost imperceptibly.

The intense, almost tangible sense of crisis instantly sent chills down his spine, and his heart skipped a beat.

A chill suddenly seeped from the tailbone to the scalp.

And at this time...

Vigfortz, however, did not notice Erin's unusual behavior. After pausing for a moment upon hearing his words, he nodded.

"You're right, we still need to be flexible."

“Now, you carry Hen Gedimidis down here while I go up and scout out the surrounding area…”

After speaking, Vigforts did not use any magic.

With a "thud," the sharp end of the metal staff was inserted into the gap between the smooth stones in the well wall.

Then, with his other hand, he took out a long dagger that was thicker and longer than a regular dagger.

And so, in a rather unorthodox and somewhat awkward way, they climbed up little by little, clinging to the smooth, moss-covered well wall.

This is not an easy task for Wigford.

However, to avoid the spellcasting fluctuations being detected by the patrolling sorcerers and guards, he had to try to use his physical body instead of magic.

As a witcher, Erin is naturally more suited to this kind of reconnaissance work.

However, Hen Gedimidis needs someone to look after him, and while Vigfortz is also a source of magic, he still feels uncomfortable and is affected when near the magic-blocking metal.

If anything unexpected happens, only Erin can react in time and respond.

Fortunately, after his failed raid on Erin at Vangeburg in Aden, he never slacked off in his physical training and stick fighting skills.

However, because of this, Wigfordtz didn't notice...

He had only climbed a few meters.

A sudden bead of cold sweat broke out on Erin's forehead and streamed down his face. As he stepped across the boundary between the dark room and the bottom of the well, he suddenly saw a brief, fleeting image...

The instant he emerged from the ancient well carrying Hen Gedimidis, he saw corpses, pools of blood, ruins, and raging flames. He saw Ottoran riding on the back of a flying monster that seemed to soar through the sky, wielding a blood-red dragon spear, waving it at the skeleton knight…

But none of those were the root cause of his violent, instinctive reaction.

The skull sockets flickered with crimson ghostly fire, and the Wild Hunt, named Renatinus, suddenly lowered his head and stared.

That single glance, the chilling killing intent descending from the sky, was like a cold, sharp sword scraping against the artery in his neck...

Immediately following was the sudden appearance of darkness amidst the shaking, and the ancient, damp well walls in the dim light.

Erin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and with a thought, opened the Demon Hunter's Notebook.

[Unstable Prophetic Power] (In a relaxed state, you may occasionally see glimpses of the future, or sudden crises related to yourself) flashing with a dangerous scarlet light.

"That final darkness was definitely not a transitional scene at the end of the prophecy; it was when I suddenly lost consciousness and was even killed directly."

With lingering fear, Erin looked past Wigford's clumsy figure and gazed at the sky outside the well, which was obscured by a few pebbles, revealing only a corner of azure.

"He showed his face instantly. I was right. The Wild Hunt has indeed found a way to pinpoint my location?"

"They came for me!"

"But……"

"Whether he lost consciousness or was killed, it only proves one thing—Renakins is definitely not someone I can handle right now."

"Then what can I do?"

The Witcher racked his brains.

If it weren't for Ban Ad, and if there were no pursuers behind him, he could have stayed here and hidden until the battle between the Wild Hunt and Ottoran was over.

But Sunny already knows about this secret passage and will be catching up with us soon.

Hiding here, even if you don't get discovered by the Wild Hunt, you're doomed.

How exactly did the Wild Hunt find me?

Erin desperately tried to recall the images from the prophecy, hoping to find some clues in them.

But no matter how much he recalled it, it was as if the Wild Hunt's Renakins had a tracking device strapped to him—no, it was even more absurd than that.

The moment Erin emerged from the well, he locked onto him without even a moment's reaction time.

“But how is that possible?” he found it unbelievable. “I didn’t release any movement of the celestial conjunction at all, and even if the prophetic image was incomplete, it could be deduced that it was something that happened not long ago—at most three to five minutes later…”

"Vigorfords has found nothing unusual outside the well; it's time to leave now."

"While Ottoran is still fighting the Wild Hunt, there's absolutely no need for me to unleash Alien Fusion and disrupt the situation!"

"That would only distract Ottoran and the Wild Hunt from each other, making them search for a third party and increasing the danger for Vigfortz and me to escape."

"But if it weren't for the conjunction of the celestial spheres, how did the Wild Hunt manage to locate me so quickly?"

In a short period of time, Erin considered many possibilities.

For example, in the Withered Woods, the Wild Hunt used some means on him; through some kind of "unstable prophetic power," he foresaw his appearance; or perhaps it wasn't because of him, but because the Hidden Demon Cloth simply couldn't conceal Hen Gedimidis's magical fluctuations under the Wild Hunt's very nose...

But he rejected both possibilities as soon as they came up.

If the method had been used to plant the seeds in the withered woodland, he would never have reached Ban Ad.

The power of prophecy is even more impossible. This Wild Hunt has been in Cordwin for almost three months. If they had that ability, they would have found him long ago and wouldn't have waited until today.

As for the possibility that it might be related to Henry Gedimidis, it's not impossible, but the likelihood is slim...

"Crack~"

Wigford landed gently in front of him, stepping into a puddle and interrupting his thoughts.

Arlin looked up and saw a relaxed smile on the wizard's lips.

"You would never guess where this well is..."

"Upper District".

Wigfordts paused, then asked, "How did you know?"

"Of course I saw it..." Erin thought to himself.

"For something to make you this happy, the location must be quite good, but judging from the sound of the explosion, it definitely wasn't near the city wall. So it must be somewhere we both know..."

Erin made up a bunch of random things on the spot.

“As expected of the Son of Miracles,” Vigforts nodded without realizing it, and said, “It is indeed in a place that you and I are familiar with. This well is in the Upper Town, and Lydia’s gallery, ‘Sayra’s Courtyard,’ is not far away. We can go there to hide in the basement for a while.”

"Lydia might have already planned our escape route..."

If there were no "unstable prophetic power," that would be great news... Erin thought.

Even Wigford almost felt a sense of divine inspiration, but unfortunately... the prophecy foreshadowed his tragic future.

However, this cannot be blamed on the "unstable prophetic power." If it weren't for this skill he had only recently acquired, his next destination would have been Tyr Na Lia of the Alder People.

Whether in a living form or a corpse...

"Erin?" Vigfortz's smile faded, and he frowned slightly.

"Ok?"

"You seem... not very happy to hear this news?" Wigfordts probed.

“No,” Erin shook her head gently, “it’s just that our situation isn’t truly safe yet, and it’s not time to be happy…”

"Enough talk, let's get out of here!"

"The gallery won't be safe for long either. There's no guarantee that Sunny won't realize what's happening and send people to 'Sayra's Courtyard' to capture Lydia and us..."

Just say it.

Erin looked up at the free glow leaking from the well, took a deep breath, took out two pieces of black cloth, and put "Night" back on.

The witcher vanished from the bottom of the well immediately.

Not only that……

"Buzz~"

With a few buzzing sounds, the air where the Witcher had been standing suddenly distorted.

This is a mirage creating an illusion.

Erin's series of actions left Wigford stunned.

“Sayra’s courtyard isn’t far, and there aren’t many guards around the well. You can get there in a sprint,” Vigforts advised tactfully. “Even if the magical fluctuations of an illusion are low, it can actually increase the risk.”

A fleeting glimpse of azure cat eyes appeared in mid-air, while simultaneously, the sound of footsteps echoed from the well wall.

"Trust me, Wigford, this is the safest way for me to do it..."

Wigford was taken aback upon hearing this, but before he could speak, he was still speechless.

The well water, with its floating severed limbs, rippled with a murky, bloody hue, as if in response.

(End of this chapter)