Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 619 Stalemate! Solution!
Erin never considered escaping.

To be precise, ever since he learned that the Wild Hunt, commanded by Renatinus, was coming for him and had some method to locate him, the option of running away had been completely abandoned.

He must be insane to leave such a huge hidden danger after rescuing Henry Gedimidis.

Even if the Warlock Kingdom is established, and Sunny and Ottoran continue to target the Wolf School, it won't happen anytime soon.

However, events that are not so short that it is difficult to make any changes in time.

For the miracle child who possesses the Demon Hunter's Handbook, the situation is far from hopeless.

At worst, the Wolf School can relocate to Elland.

The Duke, the citizens of Elland, and the Temple of Meritelli all welcomed the Wolf School's entry.

No matter how far the sorcerer kingdom extends its reach, can it possibly extend it to Temuria?

impossible.

Once the Warlock Kingdom is truly established, the political landscape of the Northern Continent will inevitably reach a new equilibrium.

The kings of the neighboring kingdoms of Cordwin are unlikely to hire sorcerers as magical advisors anymore; druids, witch doctors, and even witchers will likely take over the sorcerers' original niche.

Once the Wolf School relocates to the Mahakan Mountains in Elland, the Warlock Kingdom will find it difficult to pose a threat to the school.

As for the troubles brought about by the transition between the old and new in Elland, that's another story.

therefore.

Choosing to rescue Henry Gedimidis was not a last resort for the Wolf School.

The only problem is that the warlock kingdom won't be established, or it will be established later, and it won't be established by a hostile force of witchers...

In order to prepare for the invasion of the Wild Hunt and the arrival of the White Frost, whose origins remain unknown, the Northern Continent needs to maintain order as much as possible to avoid losing too much supernatural power in war and conflict...

It is important to both the Wolf School and Erin.

Therefore, if Henry Gedimidis can be saved, he should be saved.

Judging from Tissaya de Veris's words and Hen Gedimidis's past actions, the powerful magical source does not seem to hate witchers and otherworldly beings as much as the radicals do.

Otherwise, with Hen Gedimidis controlling the sorcerer world for hundreds of years, the Witcher would not have survived to this day.

However, for Hen Gedimidis, the Witchers were not special; they were insignificant compared to the radical faction formed by his students due to the new ideas in the sorcerer world.

With monsters becoming increasingly scarce, he certainly wouldn't suppress his students and the fresh blood of the sorcerer world for the sake of the demon hunters who are gradually losing their place in this world.

Hen Gedimidis's power as the source of magic, his prestige and status in the extraordinary world, and his principles for maintaining order are what Erin desperately needs.

If Henry Gedimidis dies at this juncture, and Tissaya de Veris openly expresses her opposition to Sunny and Ottolan, the world of the extraordinary will inevitably be thrown into turmoil.

This is, of course, extremely disadvantageous in the fight against the Wild Hunt and the White Frost cause.

However, all of this is predicated on not creating any bigger trouble.

Once Arryn leaves Ban Ad, the Wild Hunt that could appear at any time will be far more troublesome than the Warlock Kingdom or the hatred of Sunny.

After both "Beast Roar: No-Fly" and "Beast Roar: Dragon Summoning" were used by Ban Ad, Erin could hardly imagine what would happen if he left Ban Ad at that point.

What awaits the Wild Hunt next time he descends from the sky on his skeletal horse?
and so……

"Renakins must die! And none of his Wild Hunt members can be allowed to escape!"

"The only problem is..."

The Witcher stared intently through the dragon's crimson vertical pupils at the Wild Hunt, whose golden magical barrier had risen again on the ground.

"[Demon Hunting] Can we overcome the dragon's attack and accumulate Demon Hunting progress...?"
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The black dragon's swooping attack did not frighten the Wild Hunt; instead, it made the Wild Hunt, who had been conquering all realms, feel a sense of absurdity and resentment.

Only the wild hunt descends from the sky, like a falcon seizing its prey.

When did it become the Alder People's turn to be looked down upon by inferior creatures and treated as prey?!
"Let that damned thief taste the invincible charge of the Red Cavalry!"

"Treading on the ground, the Red Cavalry are also the people of Alder, the kings of Redwood, with the sharpest lances!"

"Kill him! I'm taking him back to Tyr Na Lia! I'll make him suffer the most brutal form of log torture!"

……

A violent commotion erupted in the Wild Hunt's ranks, and the skeletal horses beneath them pounded the ground restlessly, crushing the hard stone slabs and creating small craters.

Renakins was also enraged, and the crimson will-o'-the-wisp pulsed violently within his pale white bone socket.

However, he did not respond to the commotion of his soldiers. He calmly stared at the black dragon that was swooping down like a dark mountain, and raised his hand.

The Wild Hunt's ranks immediately fell silent.

"The Red Cavalry are the sharpest lances of the Alder People not because our voices are loud enough, but because we can pierce through all barriers and crush the thorns that hinder the Alder People's progress!"

Renakins glanced back: "To the enemies of the Alder People, we are fear, we are death itself!"

Renakins raised his rune sword high, pointed it diagonally at the black dragon, and shouted, "Stop that black dragon! Teach that thief what invincibility is! What despair is!"

"Now……"

"Golden Shield! Moonblade!"

Amidst the uniform, metallic scraping sounds, half of the Wild Hunt cast spells to raise a solid, almost tangible, golden barrier, while the other half, like Rennakins, raised their weapons, their bluish-gray bonefire fixed on the approaching black dragon.

Seeing this, Renakins nodded slightly in satisfaction, exchanged a glance with the navigator beside him, and stared at the black dragon diving down. He seemed to see through the black dragon's dark, beautiful, and robust body and see the "person" hidden behind it.

The Red Cavalry's attacks were unstoppable, and their defenses were as solid as a rock...

No matter who you are, what means you used to steal the power of the Ade Gais Gate, summon the Black Dragon, or even know my name...

No one can stand in the way of the Red Cavalry's iron hooves!

"Gloir aen Ard Aen Elle! (Glory to the people of Alder!)"

As the black dragon swooped down, its ferocious maw bursting forth with dazzling flames, Renakins shouted loudly.

“Gloir aen Ard Aen Elle!” the Wild Hunt responded, the golden magical barrier shining even brighter, like flowing gold.

Intense mental fluctuations raged across the vast Upper City district.

"boom!"

Amidst the deafening explosion, the incandescent dragon breath surged like a waterfall, engulfing half of the upper city.

[Demon Hunter] Progress 7%
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In an instant, four system notifications filled the bottom third of the Witcher's field of vision.

The Witcher looked at the system notification, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty!
A piece of good news, a piece of bad news!

The good news is that even through the Black Dragon's breath, the unreasonable [Witcher] still works, as if the attack is launched by the Witcher himself, and the progress accumulates quite quickly.

The bad news is that the progress of the Witch Hunt doesn't hold after the dragon's breath hits the magical barrier erected by the Wild Hunt. [Name: Witch Hunt]

[Type: Special Skills]

[Level: LV6]

[Active Effect: Consumes 450 (+200) stamina points, focuses the mind to enter a 450 (+200) second Demon Hunting state, and after the conditions are met, launches a fatal blow (guaranteed to kill the monster).]

LV4 Additional Effect: Consumes an additional 250 mana; when switching between four (+2) targets, the demon hunting progress is calculated separately for each target.

At level 6, the Demon Hunting progress accumulated can only be rotated among four targets.

However, attacking the magic barrier now doesn't seem to accumulate progress for the Wild Hunt as a whole; instead, it appears to be randomly distributed.

Within the time it takes to exhale, the Demon Hunting progress wasn't fully accumulated before it disappeared.

This seems to be no different from the fact that [Demon Hunter] cannot be used on dragon breath.

"call--"

As I pondered, the howling wind whistled in my ears.

The black dragon flapped its huge wings, breathed out a burst of dragon breath, and then soared into the sky. After climbing to a certain height, it swooped down again, slaying demons and dodging the flying attacks with its dragon breath!

[Demon Hunter] Progress 11%
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This time I was lucky; it was only on the sixth try that I triggered the [Demon Hunter] effect, and it was the fifth and completely different target.

Of course, in the end, the demon-hunting effect ended, and the progress was reset.

The progress of the Witch Hunt seems to be that as long as you "draw" the same target five or six times in a row, you can fill up the progress. However, with nearly a hundred Wild Hunts in total, it is possible to draw the same target twice in a row, but three times is not guaranteed if you are lucky.

But the same target was drawn five times in a row...

Even if the black dragon exhausts all the energy stored in its body, it's impossible for it to do it again!
Moreover, dragon breath is not pure fire, but a viscous, oily substance with extremely strong magical fluctuations, and it is finite.

"How to do this?"

Ailin gazed at the golden barrier standing amidst the sea of ​​fire and fell into deep thought.

……

"Tap tap tap~"

A terrifying rider maneuvers a skeletal horse, galloping across the ruins.

Such terrain is actually not suitable for horses to gallop.

The vibrations from stepping on hard stone slabs can damage a horse's leg bones. Rough, uneven surfaces and sharp, splintered stones can also easily cut a horse's tendons.

However, the Wild Hunt's skeleton horse clearly doesn't have the same fear as ordinary horses.

Although their ability to roam the void is restricted by some force, they can still gallop freely on rugged and hard roads, and even near-right-angle terrain does not hinder these terrifying mounts.

"Ignatius, watch your step! How dare you be distracted on the battlefield?"

One of the Wild Hunt hunters in the Wild Hunt tugged on the reins of his companion's skeletal horse to prevent it from crashing into the middle half of the stone wall.

The stone wall built by mortals will certainly not cause any harm to the wild hunters who are conquering all realms, but it is very likely to disrupt the formation of the team and be used by the black dragon circling in the sky.

“I’m sorry…” Ignatius apologized, but he was still somewhat distracted.

He looked up at the dark shadow in the sky, the bluish-gray bone fire in his bone sockets flickering erratically.

The dragon's breath clearly didn't break the golden shield, so why did it make me feel like I had just stepped into the border of death...? Ignatius forcibly suppressed the pounding in his heart, pulled on the reins, and after keeping up with the change of the ranks, he couldn't help but look at the people around him.

"Gottfried, didn't you feel anything strange just now?"

Gottfried looked at Ignatius with a puzzled expression: "What strange feeling?"

“It’s nothing…” Ignatius carefully observed the flickering of the bluish-gray will-o’-the-wisp in Gottfried’s socket, gently shook his head, and convinced himself that it was just an illusion.

But of course, Ignatius wasn't the only Wild Hunt to experience this same illusion.

Renakins asked the same question to the navigator beside him.

"What does death feel like?" the navigator asked, equally puzzled.

Hearing this, Renakins frowned beneath the mask. He was quite certain that the palpitation he felt, as if Death's withered, bony fingers were caressing his heart, was no illusion.

But his senses aren't any sharper than those of a navigator who specializes in space, so why is he the only one who senses the threat of death?
wrong!

Is it really just him?

Renakins glanced back, intending to ask a question, but then thought better of it and gave up, only occasionally diverting a bit of attention to observe.

Asking about something so vague or ambiguous will only undermine morale.

“Keep a close eye on things,” Renakins’s mind rippled through the ruins. “The two moon blades must land staggered on either side of the black dragon, and the golden shield must be firmly secured… especially the golden shield, it cannot have any weak points…”

"Yes, Centurion Renakins," the Wild Hunt responded, their eyes fixed on the black dragon in the sky, awaiting orders.

Renakins also stared intently at the black dragon.

They stole the power of the Gate of Ad-Gais, summoned a black dragon, knew my name and identity as a Red Knight, and possessed that strange power...

Amidst the crimson will-o'-the-wisps, a figure hovering high in the sky could be faintly seen. Beneath the mask, Renakins frowned and muttered to himself.

"You despicable thief, what are you anyway?"
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"what can we do about it?"

The Witcher frowned as he maneuvered the black dragon, hovering above Ban Ad, and mentally opened the Witcher's Handbook, searching through his personal list and inventory.

The advantage of controlling the sky became apparent at this moment. He could fight or leave as he pleased, with complete control over the situation. Naturally, he also had plenty of time to consider how to deal with the current predicament.

The fact that even the Demon Hunters seemed powerless against this defense left the Demon Hunters somewhat at a loss.

"The mudra is useless..."

"The black dragon only has breath attacks, or rather, I only know how to fight using breath attacks and melee combat..."

“Blink should be able to teleport into the magical barrier, but…” The Witcher shook his head, abandoning a crazy idea, “Similarly, I can’t attack the Wild Hunt at close range with swordsmanship, sword oil is useless… Beast Roar: Berserk won’t work either…”

"and many more!"

As he recounted his methods, the Witcher seemed to have a sudden inspiration.

"Sword oil...sword oil..."

The witcher had a sudden inspiration and excitedly slapped his forehead:
"Yes!"

"Sword oil is just called sword oil; it doesn't mean it can only be applied to swords!"

(End of this chapter)