Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 622 Renakins' Doomsday! An Unexpected Date!
The heart-wrenching screams tore through the sky, causing the ruins to shake.

In the distorted flames, the tattered cloak instantly burned to ashes, the skull disguised as the armor vanished, and the rusty armor melted into molten iron.

The molten iron then fused with flesh and blood, burning and carbonizing in the blink of an eye, flowing into the internal organs through the gaps in the ribs.

Finally, flames not only surged inward from the outside, but also spewed out incandescent flames from the seven orifices covered by molten iron.

Inside the tattered golden shield, dozens of human torches suddenly appeared.

Meritelli, Cliff, Freya... In the orthodox religion of the Northern Continent, the abyss that torments the most wicked seems to be descending at this very moment, within this area of ​​only a few meters.

Perhaps due to the instinctive infusion of magic before its death, the golden shield held on for about a second longer before bursting open from the inside out, swelled by the viscous igniter of the dragon's breath.

The blinding flames completely obscured the horrific scene.

"boom!"

The bursting dragon breath expanded instantly, scorching the air, smoke, and everything flammable, triggering a violent explosion.

Within the range of the powerful shockwave, towering ruins collapsed, and intact buildings could not withstand the baptism of the gale and the tremors, all turning into part of the ruins.

In the blink of an eye, the entire upper town of Ban Ade, along with most of the handicraft district, was completely transformed.

"The power... is so great..."

The cloak of the warrior's armor fluttered in the fierce wind.

Ailin's mouth gaped slightly as he was deeply moved by the dragon's breath, which was used with all its might by the black dragon.

Ok?
The Witcher's senses suddenly gave a warning, and Erin, who had never let his guard down, immediately activated his mind.

The black dragon turned sideways, closed its jaws, and folded its wings...

A chilling light suddenly shot out from the scorching fire cloud on the ground. The black dragon tried its best to dodge, but it still managed to cut a gap at the edge of its wing.

"what!!!"

The source of that chilling light was a man whose body was charred black, making it impossible to discern his face. He held a longsword with runes that shone with a fluorescent blue light, and soared past the black dragon into the sky.

Renakins!

The Witcher immediately recognized the newcomer; in fact, he had anticipated it.

Under the black dragon's breath, no one could survive except for Renakins, the Alderman whose sword strikes were so fast that Erin couldn't even see them.

He must have surpassed the "Limit - Initial" and entered the next stage of super-strong individuals.

Perhaps in the entire Northern Continent, only the five members of the Talent and Skill Association, including Hen Gedimidis, Ottolan, and Tissaya de Veris, can compare, with the addition of Zoe, and only Zoe after her second mutation.

Erin found it hard to believe that such a powerful figure, who had once posed such a strong threat, would die so simply in the scorching flames of dragon breath, just like the other Wild Hunt members.

That's why he was able to dodge Renakins' attack at the first moment.

Erin stared intently at Renakins, who was falling freely, his speed increasing from slow to fast.

This wasn't because the "Beast Roar: No-Fly" effect had completely disappeared, but rather because Renakins used his physical strength to leap into the air.

Although this height of at least fifty or sixty meters is a bit outrageous.

However, he was right; Renakins did indeed possess the strength to threaten him, who was riding the black dragon, on his own.

However, all along, Renakins has been bound to the Wild Hunt in order to maintain its integrity, to act as the hub to unleash the silver sword energy and the golden magic barrier, and even to protect his subordinates and teammates.

Otherwise, if leader Renajins were to break away from the Wild Hunt as he is now, the Wild Hunt would inevitably collapse and be wiped out even faster.

This sounds like a silly thing.

The strongest fighter in the team was actually shackled in order to protect his teammates.

In reality, however, Renatinus, along with his nearly one hundred well-trained Wild Hunt men, were far superior to Renatinus, who was fighting alone, in most cases.

A golden shield is indestructible, and the silver sword energy, with its brutal, purely numerical strength, can eliminate most enemies.

Even if Renakins is incredibly strong, his physical abilities have their limits.

Moreover, in terms of defense, Renakins is unmatched, commanding a magical barrier that integrates nearly a hundred Wild Hunt members.

However, Erin's unorthodox tactics of summoning a black dragon and enhancing the Hanging Man's Oil in combination with Dragon Breath and the Ice Spear Curse allowed him to completely ignore the Wild Hunt's impregnable defenses, turning Renakins' companions and subordinates into a complete burden.

The battle was so fast-paced that before they could figure out a solution, the Wild Hunt Legion's morale collapsed, and they were wiped out by a single dragon's breath.

Otherwise, with Renakins leading the Wild Hunt, the sum of its parts would definitely be greater than the sum of its parts.

To be honest, during this battle, Erin was also observing and learning from the Wild Hunt's combat organization.

Because the Wolf School's Demon Hunter Legion is actually very similar to the Wild Hunt, but far inferior.

The difference in strength between Arryn and the Legion members is not necessarily as great as the difference between Renakins and an ordinary Wild Hunt.

But in past battles, the members of the Demon Hunter Legion not only had to clean up the scraps, but he and Vesemir also had to spend extra effort protecting Elni and Klar...

Therefore, in the midst of fierce battles, the Demon Hunter Legion was mostly a burden for Arryn.

And the Wild Hunt under Renatinus's command certainly gave Arryn a lot of inspiration.

of course.

Now is not the time to carefully consider changes to the Demon Hunter Legion...

Notice that Renatinus is in mid-air, waving his limbs to control the direction of his fall.

The Witcher's mind stirred.

"Whoops——"

The black dragon immediately flapped its massive wings, and in an instant, a gale swept past, blowing away Renakins, who was not yet used to "working at heights".

Not only did it blow him far away, it even caused him to lose his balance and spin wildly out of control, making it difficult for him to control himself.

"You despicable thief! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

Renakins roared in fury, his agitated mental waves dispelling the raging winds stirred up by the black dragon. However, this only made his imbalance even more difficult to control, to the point that he was dizzy and couldn't even tell whether he was rising or falling.

Clearly, the Alder people, who possess "magical tools" like the Skeleton Horse that can fly and traverse the earth, wouldn't expect an elite soldier to learn how to adjust their posture in the sky.

Moreover, it remains to be seen how much rationality Renatinus still possesses after witnessing his companions die one by one, ultimately leading to the annihilation of his entire group and being burned alive—a series of extremely impactful events that occurred within a very short period.

"call out--"

"call out--"

"call out--"

The silver-white sword energy, dimmer than the Wild Hunt Legion's, continuously sliced ​​through the air, scattering in all directions and releasing sharp explosions.

The black dragon hovered motionless in the sky, and nothing could hit its body, making Renakins look like a mad clown.

"call--"

The Witcher silently watched Renagins being blown to his highest point and then slowly descend, pondering an idea that had formed in his mind months ago when "Beast Howl: Anti-Air" first appeared in the Path of Beast Howls. Should he kill Renagins here and now, or capture him alive and take him to Kaer Morhen?

If possible, it would be essential to preserve the history of the Wild Hunt's interrogation of Aion El and information about White Frost.

On the ground, where the Wild Hunt Legion had originally been, only a deep pit filled with molten metal mixed with charred impurities remained. Under the black dragon's breath, the Wild Hunt Legion had been wiped out, with only Renajins remaining alive.

Erin only has this one choice.

Although Renakins was powerful, he was also seriously injured by the dragon's breath. The Witcher who rode the black dragon had a way to capture him alive.

Before today, he would have flown over without hesitation, exhausted Renatinus, and then knocked him unconscious.

But now, knowing that the Wild Hunt seems to have mastered some method to locate him, Erin hesitated.

“After eliminating this group of Wild Hunt, Eredin Brick Glass will inevitably send out another batch through the Spiral.”

“Even without Renatinus, I will be located. What if I bring him back to Kaer Morhen and attract the Wild Hunt?”

Erin muttered to himself, his mind racing.

The Wild Hunt led by Renakins was at most a scout force, far from the strongest force that Ion El could send out.

Not to mention Eredin Brick Glass, the King of the Wild Hunt, the Elven Sage Avalak of the Alder Peoples, and Oberon Muhitachi, the King of the Alder, Eredin Brick Glass alone has Chief Commander Illerith and the chief advisor and navigator, Kalanhill.

These people with names and identities are definitely not as strong as they appear in the game.

The real world is more like the original novel than the game. In the original novel, Geralt, Yennefer, and Ciri were always forced to flee in disarray. They were nothing like the powerful characters in the game, who not only killed Illerith and Calanhill, but also ultimately killed the Wild Hunt King, Eredin Brick Glass.

therefore.

Arryn wouldn't use the game's inequality—that Geralt killed the Wild Hunt King, Geralt wasn't much stronger than Vesemir, and Arryn was far stronger than Vesemir, so he could also kill the Wild Hunt King—to measure and calculate the difference in strength.

In that case, he and the Wolf School would only suffer a terrible fate.

So a long time ago, he came to this realization—

The Wild Hunt is a problem that he, the Wolf School, or even all the Witchers can solve together. They must unite most of the extraordinary forces in the Northern Continent, especially those with top-tier extraordinary individuals, to be able to contend with it.

The Wild Hunt are not a group of monsters, but a civilization that has repeatedly survived the Frostbite, passed down its legacy, and conquered various realms.

"If only I had learned Ada Emin's mind control techniques back then..."

Erin sighed and carefully maneuvered the black dragon toward Renakins.

The Wild Hunt, spinning uncontrollably in the sky, had its armor burned by dragon breath and its disguise vanished, making it impossible to discern the handsome appearance an elf should have.

The exposed skin was charred black.

Due to the centrifugal force of rotation, scarlet blood mixed with unidentified bodily fluids seeped and splattered from between the charred, clumped skin crevices.

The closer they got, the more intense the restless and frenzied mental fluctuations in the air, unique to Renakins, became, causing a slight pain between the Witcher's brows and making the divine wall in his mind shake incessantly.

"You despicable thief! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

The mental fluctuations and the air filled with them were Renakins' hoarse voice, scorched by flames, and his furious, frenzied mental fluctuations.

Fortunately, although he still held the rune-inscribed longsword called Ifrely—said to be the one that severed fate in some world mythology—firmly in his hand, the glowing blue runes on the blade had dimmed, and there were no longer any sword-like blades of light shooting out.

Is this... insane?

The Witcher, somewhat uncertainly positioned at a distance, used the black dragon's wings to manipulate the air currents, preventing Renakins from falling to the ground.

He thought for a moment, then stretched out his right hand, bringing his index and middle fingers together, and quickly drew an inverted triangle.

Yakshi Seal.

A silver streak, like a tracking arrow, shot towards Renakins.

Although I don't know Ada Emin's mind control spell, since Renajins seems to have gone mad, the Axii sign might still be useful.

Almost the instant the silvery light seeped into Renakins' charred body, Renakins' restless, frantic howls and delirious babbling abruptly ceased.

Erin's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked:

“Renakins, how did you track me down?”

In the howling wind, the mental fluctuations around Renakins, which had been still, began to tremble.

The Witcher controlled the black dragon, trying his best to activate the wind element to slow down Renakins' fall.

Even though the Axii sign seemed to have been successfully executed, the black dragon still did not approach, remaining at a distance that was sufficient to react to any unexpected event, hovering at a moderate distance.

Renakins' residual instincts caused him to unconsciously slide his body as his instability lessened, gradually stabilizing himself.

The Witcher became alert, but since Renajins' mental fluctuations hadn't changed much, he only became more wary and moved a little further away without doing anything.

next second.

Renakins' dark, hardened lips trembled as he murmured:

"I'm……"

The Witcher held his breath, staring intently at Renakins' disfigured face, straining his ears to filter the howling winds high above.

The world seemed to fall silent at that moment.

"I was through..."

Reina Kingston paused, then suddenly opened his eyes before the Witcher could react.

What kind of eyes were those? The bloodshot eyes completely filled every corner of the whites of the eyes, and the pupils, which should have been emerald green, were cloudy and dim, but at this moment they suddenly burst out with a clear and majestic light.

The calm, steady fluctuations in the air suddenly turned into a violent tremor.

Oh no… The Witcher shuddered, a chill seeping from his tailbone all the way to his scalp.

Without hesitation, the black dragon opened its massive jaws and, without time to gather its strength, suddenly unleashed a crimson dragon breath at Renakins.

"Hahaha!"

Renakins laughed maniacally amidst the scorching flames:
How did I find your location?

"Have you forgotten, stranger? I told you..."

"Soon! Soon! Soon!"

"Soon...we will meet again..."

The Witcher was terrified.

Because that wasn't Reinerkins' voice, it was Erudin Brick Glass's...

The King of the Wild Hunt!

(End of this chapter)