Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 618 The Hunt for the Wild Hunt!

Nothing unexpected happened.

Sunny and Ban Ad, the radical wizards who fled in panic, were all reduced to charred remains by the black dragon's incandescent flames.

A top-tier magical barrier, thinner than paper.

Erin hadn't even imagined it would be this easy.

After all, that's Sunny!
Audacious and reckless, he was a high-ranking member of the Sorcerer Council who had usurped the throne from below, the original first king of the Sorcerer Kingdom, and a destined member of the Association of Talents and Skills...

Therefore, although he can control the black dragon's breath, he does so in order to prevent Sunny from having some kind of immunity to dragon breath and fire and from escaping in the chaos.

Erin deliberately manipulated the black dragon, using its claws to kill him right before his eyes.

Ben Ade's radical faction around Sunny was also formidable, but they still perished under the dragon's breath.

The only unexpected thing just now was that Sunny, along with Ban Ad's male sorcerer, used an expensive instant-triggered gem to unleash a tidal wave of elemental magic.

Although he reacted in time the moment Sunny and the wizards shattered the gems, he controlled the black dragon to try to dodge.

But its massive body was like a wild horse galloping through a narrow alley, and it couldn't escape the overwhelming elemental attacks in a short time.

At that time, he really thought that the black dragon's body was doomed.

Surprisingly, aside from having its dive momentum halted by the magic, it actually withstood the attack and emerged completely unharmed...

Its crimson, enormous eyes looked down.

The layers of scales on its chest resembled a meticulously crafted obsidian work of art, without the slightest flaw.

That might be immune magic, but it's more likely just physical toughness and solidity.

And further down...

The hard stone slabs were scorched into flowing, red lava, and an entire street in the already dilapidated Upper Town collapsed into ruins in the flames.

"I seem to have underestimated the body of this black dragon..." Erin thought to himself, "But even though I am already very strong, I still haven't reached the pinnacle in controlling the body of the black dragon."

"This powerful body and wings, since they could withstand so many attack spells, should also be able to dodge them..."

"That feeling of sluggishness is definitely not due to a lack of physical strength, but rather because one is born only able to rely on the sturdiness of dragon scales to block all magical attacks."

"It's not that I lack practice, but rather familiarity with this body..."

In a moment of change.

Suddenly, Erin instinctively sensed something was wrong. His mind went blank for a moment, and at the same time, the dark dragon head suddenly turned its head, flapped its bat wings, and raised its right claw, shattering a beam of red light that was flying towards it.

"boom!"

A burst of red light erupted, and an extremely hot fireball instantly exploded in front of the black dragon, turning into a fireball.

The high temperature scorched the scales, but it did not cause any damage.

"call--"

The black dragon bat raised its wings and, in a moment of carelessness, blew away the flames clinging to its scales.

Flames drifted down to the ground, like highly corrosive acid, instantly scorching a deep pit into the hard stone slabs, marble ruins, and decorative fountain sculptures.

who is it?

The scarlet vertical pupils followed the direction of the red light and looked in that direction.

At the end of the street, the Red Cavalry of the Alder People, riding skeletal horses, galloped out from around the corner.

Beside the Wild Hunt captain Renakins, whose bone sockets burned with scarlet bone fire, a distinguished Wild Huntman dressed in robes was retracting the black steel scepter he had raised.

And behind them...

"Tap tap tap tap~"

A large herd of wild hunters, just as numerous as when they had descended upon the withered woods, lined up behind Renatinus.

A strong gust of wind howled through the street, causing the rusty armor on the Wild Hunt to clang dully.

Ottoland and Sunny are such useless trash!
Erin thought to himself.

Despite two consecutive battles in the Withered Woods and with Ben Ade, they failed to kill a single Wild Hunt member.

Lianheng Gedimidis and Ban Ad, the sorcerer, were caught off guard and killed a large number of Wild Hunt members back to Tyr Na Lia (Wild Hunt Conquest Armor Set Effect "Resurrection": When a fatal attack comes, the "Wild Hunt Conquest Armor" can be sacrificed actively or passively to teleport the wearer to a predetermined target point via a spiral. The current recorded target point is Tyr Na Lia).

Are Ottoran and Sunny slacking off?

Ottoland and Sunny, of course, were not going to slack off. They were eager to capture the Wild Hunt for research purposes, to stabilize Ban Ad's order, and to achieve what even Henry Gedimidis had failed to accomplish.

Then there is only one possibility.

This Wild Hunt, led by Renakins, was very strong, even stronger than the large group of Wild Hunt that Hen Gedimidis had encountered. So strong that even though Ottoran and Sunny had been preparing for the appearance of the Wild Hunt for a long time, they could only achieve a stalemate and could hardly cause any substantial damage.

"Whoo~"

With a sigh of relief, the Witcher bent down and pressed himself against the black dragon's back to conceal his figure.

The dragon's crimson vertical pupils met the Wild Hunt's gaze coldly.

"Thief, tell me..."

Renakins sat high on his tattered horsecoat, his worn cloak fluttering in the wind, and crimson will-o'-the-wisps burning quietly in his bone sockets.

He ignored the black dragon's enormous size and overwhelming aura, and coldly said:
"Who are you? Where did you obtain the power of the Gate of Ad-Gais? Where did your armor of conquest come from?"

The black dragon stared silently with its scarlet vertical pupils.

Out of the corner of his eye, he was scanning behind and around the Wild Hunt legion.

If the Wild Hunt emerged unscathed from the fall, what about Ottoran?
What happened to the wizards of the Risberg Civil Cooperative who gathered there after Ottoland's fall?
Although the black dragon's body is extremely defensive, and Arryn himself has made great progress in elemental affinity, it is still far from being as tough as dragon scales.

His true form is the Achilles' heel of the black dragon.

Erin thought for a moment, then spurred the black dragon to flap its wings and fly into the sky.

Although it's my first time using it, I don't know how long the "Beast Roar: Anti-Air" effect will last, but of course, those with wings can't fight those who can't fly on the ground.

Unfortunately, his intentions were seen through the moment he flapped his wings.

"Humph!"

A cold snort echoed in my mind.

Erin immediately sensed something was wrong and increased the force of his wing flapping.

But in the next second.

"Buzz!"

The wolf emblem buzzed violently.

Renakins rode his horse, wielding a longsword that shimmered with fluorescent blue runes, and commanded the Wild Hunt legion to charge forward.

At the same time, as if it had been rehearsed beforehand, a dozen long ropes made of white light suddenly shot out from the legion, pointing directly at the black dragon's wings and body.

The ground directly beneath the black dragon suddenly trembled and bulged.

With his senses enhanced by the dragon's body, Erin immediately had a thought and raised his finger to the sky.

"boom!"

A dazzling light suddenly exploded above his head.

Magic Flash!
At that moment, under the blazing sun, the dimly lit new city of Ban Ade seemed to explode like a midday sun. The incandescent flash even illuminated the clouds in the sky.

"what--"

A sudden, shrill scream came from all around, but it didn't come from the direction of the Wild Hunt directly in front.

Ailin's heart sank immediately.

That was a male witch being spied on by the Risberg Civil Cooperative, not the Wild Hunt.

Can Conquest Armor block Flash?
However, he was no longer the greenhorn demon hunter who had just come down from Kaer Morhen at the beginning of the year. In a flash, the black dragon roared and opened its ferocious maw, and in the blink of an eye, it spat out a fan-shaped dragon breath from bottom to top.

The thick, dark green vines had just broken through the stone slabs and burst forth when they were burned to ashes, and the ground was also burned, creating a deep pit.

Nearly ten long ropes along the dragon's breath trajectory shattered into white specks of light. Three ropes were dodged by the black dragon due to the reaction force of the dragon's breath, while only one rope stuck firmly to the black dragon's right claw.

With a little force, the black dragon snapped in two.

Immediately afterwards, it stirred up the surrounding wind elements, flapped its wings, and soared into the sky.

But the next moment.

A silvery-white blade flashed out, splitting the still-burning dragon breath in two before slashing straight at the black dragon's bat wings.

Erin had no choice but to abandon his original intention and turn one of his front paws to the side.

The forepaw immediately felt a sharp pain. Near the joint, the black scales of the claw tore open, and thick, oily dragon blood seeped out.

The injury was very minor. Considering the black dragon's physique, it was merely equivalent to a small cut that a human might make while chopping vegetables, so small that even a band-aid wouldn't be needed.

However, the male sorcerers Sunny and Ben Ade, whose scales had been shattered by dozens of instant-triggered gems, were breached by the Wild Hunt's first attack, which still made Erin's heart skip a beat.

The fact that the Wild Hunt's attacks could break through the Black Dragon's defenses means that if they had the time, they could wear the Black Dragon down.

This can't go on like this!

As its thoughts raced, the black dragon's crimson vertical pupils suddenly contracted to slits. It stopped pretending to struggle to take off and instead flapped its wings to charge head-on at the oncoming mad hunt.

at the same time.

A crimson light surged from its throat, and it opened its hideous maw toward the Wild Hunt.

The instant the Black Dragon changed his offensive pattern, Reinerkins raised his hand and made a gesture.

Nearly a third of the Wild Hunt, including the navigator beside Renatinus, raised their weapons—scepters, longswords, or flails.

A golden magical barrier immediately enveloped the entire Wild Hunt.

From the black dragon gathering its dragon breath to Renakins raising his hand and the magical barrier rising, this series of reactions, commands, and actions were all completed within a second.

"Well-trained" is not even a sufficient description to describe the discipline and strength of the Wild Hunt Legion before us.

No wonder Ottoran and Sunny, in two battles—one at their lair, Ban Ad—didn't inflict any casualties on the Wild Hunt... Erin thought to himself, such an iron wall of defense, where a hundred men are like one, is even more troublesome than a tortoise.

As the Wild Hunt erected its defenses, incandescent dragon breath erupted from the black dragon's mouth.

However, it did not hit the golden magic barrier.

The black dragon suddenly changed direction, lowered its head, and flapped its broad black wings.

"boom--"

The collapsing bell tower exploded with a deafening roar, scorching flames swept through, and the enormous bronze bell melted into liquid, finally rushing into the dwarf Vivaldi's bank.

The Vivaldi Bank, whose entrance was collapsed by the clock tower, was instantly filled with, overflowed, and exploded by what appeared to be real flames!
Due to the strong reaction force and the gusts of wind generated by the air element, the black dragon was propelled back into the sky.

Dragons, these powerful monsters, have left their mark on all realms.

The Wild Hunt, which conquers all realms, has certainly seen dragons before, nor has it seen dragon breath before, but this is indeed the first time they have seen breath used for movement rather than attack.

They never imagined that a dragon could do or even think of such a way of using the power of its breath to quickly ascend into the air.

"Tap tap tap~"

The emaciated, withered skeleton horse gradually stopped hooves.

Crimson and bluish-gray bone fire flickered within the bone sockets. The Wild Hunt watched as a black dragon soared into the sky beneath the black sun, suddenly unfurling its black wings that blotted out the sky, but then made no further move.

The Wild Hunt, bound by a mysterious force, was indeed powerless against the dragon in the sky.

At least they never imagined that they would encounter dragons in this magic-poor world, nor did they ever imagine that they would be imprisoned and forced to fly away. The Renakins team did not carry any special tools to deal with dragons.

Of course, they didn't try to escape just because the black dragon took to the sky.

The Wild Hunt had no chance against the black dragon in the sky; even if their magical attacks hit, they would be futile.

The dragon that controls the sky can leave at any time.

However, the Wild Hunt is absolutely not afraid and will run away as soon as it sees the black dragon take to the sky.

Because with the strength of the black dragon's breath, it would be absolutely impossible to break through the Wild Hunt's defenses. If the thief disguised as a Red Rider loses his mind and stubbornly attacks, it will give them an opportunity.

Run away, you cowardly and shameless thief!

Renakins' cold and terrifying mental fluctuations echoed above Ben Ade.

[Escape while you still have the chance!]

Fear and panic will accompany you day and night, like the sun and moon, for you are now the prey of the mad hunt!

We will find you! We will capture you! We will strip away your disguise and facade! We will rip out your beating heart! From your white brain, we will find everyone connected to you by blood!

[Let me show you that the wrath of the Alder People is enough to scorch all the heavens and the myriad realms! Rivers of blood will flow!]

Under the dark sun, the black dragon slowly and heavily flapped its wings.

The Witcher, expressionless, gripped the cold, protruding thorns, taking in all the mental fluctuations of the Wild Hunt—more of a curse than a warning.

He looked down at the Alder People looking up at the ground, their bluish-gray and scarlet bone fire intertwining across the void.

"Who said I was going to run away?"

The Witcher curled his lips in disdain and transmitted a cold mental wave using telepathy as well.

"As for the thief..."

"Then remember this, Renakins, today you will, and all the Ian El behind you will die at the hands of the thief you speak of!"

Just say it.

Upon hearing this, Renakins on the ground immediately pulled on the reins, stunned for a moment, and the crimson will-o'-the-wisp flickered with surprise in his eye sockets.

The other Wild Hunt members, their sockets also gleaming with surprise, exchanged bewildered glances.

"Who are you?!!"

Renakins, regaining his senses, let out a terrifying roar:

"How do you know my name?"

"How did you learn about Ion El?!"

The black dragon remained silent, and the witcher on its back also silently gazed down at the ground.

then……

He habitually opened the Demon Hunter's Notes, and a thought struck him.

Demon Hunter!
(End of this chapter)