Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 620 First kill! Human pillar!
Once his mindset was broken, Erin immediately closed his eyes and his mind appeared in a pitch-black space.

There was no up, down, left, or right in the space; countless bottles and jars floated in mid-air.

【Name: Spiral】

……

Storage cavern: A storage cavern is carved out at the corner of the spiral; this cavern can store inanimate objects.

This was to unlock the storage cave ahead of time in order to rescue Hen Gedimidis, but I didn't expect that there weren't as many kinds of monsters in the dungeon as I had imagined, so I used it here instead.

fortunately.

Because the sorcerer has always been on the opposite side of the witchers, he has been making a few bottles of sword oil from time to time since he obtained the sword oil recipe in Kaer Morhen, and his reserves of enhanced hanged mantle oil in the storage cave are very plentiful.

【Name: Enhanced Hanged Man's Poison】

[Type: Sword Oil Recipe]

……

[Function: When applied to weapons, it greatly increases damage against humans and demi-humans.]

[Note: My friend, apply sword oil, and you'll be the bane of all humanoid intelligent beings, not just warlocks...]

In fact, he had never used the Hanging Ghost Poison, whether it was the ordinary Hanging Ghost Poison or the enhanced Hanging Ghost Poison, in actual combat.

Because, as in the game, the guards in different regions also differ in level, health, and defense.

Generally speaking, the bodies of all humans and demi-humans are very fragile.

Whether they are commoners, knights, soldiers, sorcerers, witchers, or kings, and regardless of their race (human, dwarf, or elf), or even whether they apply sword oil or not, all it takes to kill humans and demi-humans is to aim for a vital spot and stab them with a single blow.

You don't even need to find the vital point; just a random blow can cause infection, bleeding, fractures, poisoning... Humanoids are too fragile, and their ways of dying can be bizarre. They are far less resilient than monsters, who are born with magical powers.

Even someone as powerful as Ronnie Dickinson, the wizard of the Risberg Civil Cooperative, renowned throughout the extraordinary world for his air magic in Drakenberg, was caught off guard and killed with a single sword strike.

Even the magical barrier of the Demon Source Vigfortz could not stop the Witcher's continuous spinning sword dance.

Therefore, for Erin, the trouble with fighting humans and demi-humans is not breaking through their defenses as it is with monsters, but rather how to close the distance and kill the enemy in the close-quarters combat rhythm that witchers excel at.

The poison of the hanged ghost has always been difficult to use.

Of course, it's also because the time since it was obtained is short, and it's not easy to find someone to experiment with it.

If he poisons Vesemir, Mary, and Vera to death and can't find an antidote, then he'll be in even more trouble.

"call--"

The howling wind high in the sky was like a knife or axe, cutting into people's skin and flesh.

Taking out a large bottle of Strengthening Hanging Man Oil, Erin moved his mind, and the black dragon immediately ascended, its two front paws crossed and wrapped around its body.

"Fuck-"

The jet-black claws slashed across his back, sparks flying.

Each of the black dragon's claws has three claws, each longer than a witcher's forearm and sharper than a human's steel spear.

Ailin stared at it, a chill running down his spine, and goosebumps rose on his skin.

He had neither the patience nor the time to carefully apply the solution to each of the dragon claws. He unscrewed the stopper of a large bottle of eerie green enhanced hanged ghost oil and poured it onto the two dragon claws.

The dragon's claws, resembling eagle claws, immediately gleamed with an eerie green sheen.

Then, he took out two bottles of sword oil, tied them to the base of the middle toes of the two dragon claws, and crushed them when attacking to prevent the sword oil from drying out during flight and to increase the contact area.

"Zi La~"

The dragon claws retracted and curled up in front of its body.

The black dragon also slowly turned from its ascent, like an arrow shot at its highest point, whistling through the air as it once again swooped down towards the Wild Hunt army galloping through the ruins of Ban Ade.

"Roar--"

The black dragon's gaping maw flashed with dazzling dragon breath.

Instead of trying to dodge by maneuvering, the Wild Hunt army immediately stopped and, predictably, raised the golden magical barrier once more.

This is the defining characteristic of the Wild Hunt team led by Renatinuss.

There are no fancy or bizarre attack and defense methods or formations. It's just one gold and one silver, one for defense and one for offense. It's simple yet effective, taking both defense and offense to the extreme.

But it just doesn't make you know where to start.

Moreover, this kind of attack and defense that combines the strength of many people in one place reminded Erin of the Legion skill "Resonance" which had never made much progress.

The Wild Hunt as it is now may well be the future of the Demon Hunter Legion.

As Erin pondered, when the black dragon swooped down to a certain height, he took out a vial of enhanced hanged ghost poison from the storage cave, slightly opened his mouth, and chanted softly and rhythmically:
"Croak~ Croak~ Croak croak..."

In the blink of an eye, faint blue light spots gathered, and a blue-glowing ice spike quickly formed on the Witcher's outstretched right hand.

Erin is no longer the Erin she once was. Her 124 points of mystery and the Ice Spear Curse she has condensed are far more powerful than before.

After the ice cone condensed to twice the thickness of a thumb, it did not stop, but continued to grow thicker and longer, eventually becoming an ice spear that was thicker and longer than the spears wielded by ordinary soldiers in war.

It was even several times larger than the ice spike that the Water Demon King released in Kaer Morhen's cave that pierced the chest of his illusion.

He was forced to simultaneously link with the Mirage Pearl, using illusions as a cover.

This is the true Ice Spear Curse!

Once the ice spear was fully formed, Erin poured the enhanced hanged ghost poison, which he had already unscrewed, onto the tip and shaft of the ice spear.

The sword oil fell onto the crystal-clear, gleaming spear, and after a short while, it solidified into a semi-solid, oily substance.

The entire ice spear immediately turned a deep green.

Yes.

The black dragon's claws were only for emergencies; after all, using the dragon claws to the point of being too close to the Wild Hunt.

If you're not careful, the Wild Hunt might target your vitals, which would be a huge loss.

The real killer move the Witcher came up with was to apply the Enhanced Hanged Man's Poison Ice Spear Curse.

And when everything was ready, the golden magical barrier above the Wild Hunt's head was already in sight.

"Watch where the silver blade lands!"

"Pay attention to the distribution of the golden shield's magic!"

Renakins stared intently at the swooping black dragon, his mind surging violently, conjuring up a whirlwind out of thin air.

"This time, we must bring down that black dragon that dares to ravage the alder people!"

The mad hunters, their bluish-gray bone flames flickering in their sockets, obeyed the command, roaring and responding loudly.

"Lámhaighé síos (Shoot it down)!"

“Lámhaighé síos!”

“Lámhaighé síos!”

……

Amidst the ancient language and the roar of the dragon, dazzling dragon breath once again spewed from the dragon's mouth.

Like battering rams striking a golden magic barrier, causing the barrier to ripple like flowing water, flickering on and off.

"boom!"

Flames, carrying immense power, spread out, scorching the ground along the boundaries of the magical barrier and collapsing a statue dressed in a mage's robe, holding a heavy parchment book.

The gravel was set ablaze, striking the bricks in the square and billowing thick smoke.

"Scaoileadh (Let go!)!"

As the black dragon's body flew directly overhead at the Wild Hunt, Renakins' crimson bone fire pulsed violently within his sockets. In the scorching air, he raised his longsword and roared! In an instant.

A silvery flash emanated from half of the Wild Hunt members, then quickly converged on Renakins, making him resemble a blazing silver sun, his light radiant.

A fluorescent blue longsword followed closely behind.

In the blink of an eye, the silver blade, like a crescent moon, sliced ​​through the air.

Despite the black dragon's attempts to dodge, the blow still struck its chest, shattering its black scales.

Scalding dragon blood gushed from the wound.

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

Renakins, bathed in dragon blood, roared in fury.

But then he realized that no one was responding.

What's going on...? Renakins sensed something was wrong and was about to look back when the rusty helmet froze as soon as it turned, and the scarlet bone fire suddenly contracted.

Under the glow of the golden shield, an ice spear as thick as a fist and as tall as a man smashed Hypoplus's teeth and jaw, piercing through his mouth, through his body, and finally through the belly of the skeletal horse, pinning the man and the horse directly to the stone slab.

"Shoot-"

Gushing crimson blood spurted from the ice spear onto the scorching ground, steam rising from the wounds.

what happened……

Renakins was stunned. He subconsciously looked up at the completely closed golden shield, which had no gaps, and then looked at Hypoplus.

The ice spear seemed to ignore the Wild Hunt's strongest golden shield, appearing directly inside Hypoplus's body.

wrong!

With such severe injuries, he should have immediately activated the resurrection ability of the Conquest Armor and teleported Hypopsis directly back to Tyr Na Lia.

Why...why...why is it like this now...

One question after another shook Renatinus's mind, causing his spirit to tremble.

But then...

Even worse problems shattered them...

The navigators died here. How can they get back to Tyr Na'ria through the spiral?

Moreover, even if the ice spear silently pierced through the golden shield and penetrated Hypoplus, given Hypoplus's physical and spiritual strength, he wouldn't have lost his life in such a short time...

and many more!

The morale of the Red Cavalry...

Renakins suddenly realized this and turned around sharply.

Sure enough, the bluish-gray bone fire shrank to the size of a little finger within the Wild Hunt's bone socket, shaking violently.

Without any message being sent out, the mental fluctuations stirred up a whirlwind in the center of the group, causing the riders' tattered cloaks to flutter wildly.

Even more terrifying is...

The rider responsible for maintaining the golden shield also realized the problem that Renagins was thinking about, and the magical glow of the golden shield began to fluctuate.

Instead of being attacked, the alternation between light and dark became more frequent, and the dark patterns even gained the upper hand.

This is a sign that the Golden Shield is about to collapse.

"Wake up!" Renatinus pulled on the reins, and the skeletal horse reared up, turning to face the riders and shouting, "Maintain the golden shield! Are you all out of your minds?"

“But… Lord Renakins…” one of the Wild Hunts pointed in horror to the side of Renakins.

Renakins had never encountered anything like this before. No, not just him, but the Alder people had never experienced anything so insane in their history.

This caused Renatinus to pause slightly, but his extensive combat experience made him realize something immediately, and he shouted:

"That is the power of the Gate of Ade Gais, the hope for the people of Alder to continue."

"The miracle that the people of Alder are so proud of must have something special about it!"

"Could it be that the oaths you swore before the throne of Tyr Na Lia to the King of Akagi were all false?!"

The Wild Hunt fell silent, but the bluish-gray bonefire in their sockets stabilized.

Renakins made up his mind and said in a deep voice, "For the White Ship, light the Crimson Soul Lamp."

Upon hearing this, Wild Hunt's expression turned solemn, and he raised his left hand to solemnly touch his brow.

"For the white boat, light the lamp of the crimson soul."

To light the lamp of the crimson soul for the white boat—meaning to dedicate one's loyalty and life to the people of Alder.

The White Ship is a legendary ship that Ain El, after the split of the Ain Wooddod clan, traveled to various worlds in exile while being pursued by White Frost.

The people of Alder were born from the White Boat, which is the cradle and mother ship of all the people of Alder.

Legend has it that after all the people of Alder die, their souls will eventually return to the White Boat to protect their people.

Therefore, in various contexts, the white boat also represents the unity of the spirit of the alder people and their ultimate destination.

The Crimson Soul Lamp carries the same meaning, signifying a guiding light for the people of Alder to escape the White Frost, using the souls of the people of Alder as fuel.

It is also intended to be called the Red Cavalry, because the ultimate mission of the Red Cavalry is to find the most suitable world for the people of Alder to live in.

All the riders of the Red Cavalry, upon joining the Red Cavalry, would swear the "White Ship Oath" by touching their foreheads to the remains of the White Ship of Tyr Na Lia.

Renakins breathed a sigh of relief.

He pulled on the reins, and the skeleton horse trod through the gravel on the ground, turning its head forward.

His gaze lingered for a moment on the gruesome body of Hypoplus, then he took a deep breath:

"Lord Eredin Brick Glass is watching us. Kill that despicable thief, retrieve the treasure of the Alder People, and someone will surely welcome our triumphant return."

"And now..."

"Let us avenge Hypostasis!"

"omhíoc (revenge)!"

Renakins raised his longsword high, and the magical glow of the golden shield stabilized.

"Omhíoc!" the Wild Hunt shouted in unison, their will-o'-the-wisps in their sockets glowing with hatred as they looked up at the sky.

But then, suddenly everything went dark, and a large shadow enveloped them.

How could it be so fast?!
Renakins' expression changed drastically. He looked up abruptly, even forgetting to use mental waves to transmit commands, and shouted out like a madman:

"Cosaint (defense)!"

next moment.

The incandescent pillar of fire suddenly dispelled all shadows, as if divine punishment had descended from the sky and pierced the earth.

The golden shield, as always, steadily blocked the dragon's breath, but...

"Hey!"

Renakins felt a flush on his cheek and instinctively reached up to touch his rusty helmet.

A smear of thick, fresh blood slipped from between his fingers and fell to the ground.

He stiffly turned his head to the side.

Another "human pillar" was nailed to the ground.

Right beside him, just a step away.

(End of this chapter)