Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 623 The King of the Wild Hunt's Death Invitation!
"Have you forgotten, stranger? I told you..."

"Soon! Soon! Soon!"

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

Renakins was in the flames, his flesh and blood charred and burned.

Even with her blackened throat exposed, it didn't stop Erin Bricker Glass from laughing wildly and unrestrainedly.

Erin was startled when he heard Erin Brick Glass's voice, but not too surprised.

After all, this wasn't the first time Erin Bricker Glass had appeared.

In the forest of Pathoron, there lived a man named Parnois who went mad with the hunting after the tragic death of his companion (his lover). In the final moments of his life, he also attracted the King of the Wild Hunt.

The King of the Wild Hunt rebuked Parnois for his irrationality, ordering him to focus on the mission. He then sent a challenge to the sorcerers of Ban Aard, stating, "The Red Riders are 'satisfied' with your hospitality. We will return with 'generous gifts' after two reincarnations to reclaim our treasure."

Additionally, in the game The Witcher 1, Eredin Brick Glass also appears after the death of the game's final boss, Jaques—who, as an inheritor of the Elder Blood, was sought after by the Wild Hunt King to have his soul taken.

Therefore, Erin was not entirely surprised by the appearance of Erin Bricker Glass, but he was at least somewhat prepared.

What truly shook Erin was not Eredin Brick Glass, but the words he uttered through Renakins' mouth when he suddenly appeared...

"Soon... we'll meet again..." The Witcher frowned. "Errand should be meeting you for the first time..."

His thoughts suddenly went blank, and the Witcher was terrified, his scalp feeling numb and chilled as if bitten by a venomous snake.

"Eridin Brick Glass from the Witcher world is certainly not appearing before me for the first time, unless..."

"That's not Iridine Brick Glass from the Witcher world!"

Yes, he remembered.

Eredin Brick Glass did tell him that they would meet again, but that would be Eredin from the She-Ra world!
Even if they are different timelines within the same world, the She-Ra timeline should be at least nearly a hundred years in the future...

By any measure, Erudin should not have known of his existence.

The Witcher is truly numb.

Extreme fear enveloped him; even though he was sitting steadily on the black dragon's solid, even slightly uncomfortable, back, he felt as if he were in an endless, frigid abyss.

What does this amount to?
This is as terrifying as someone who travels to the future, kills another person, and then suddenly appears before you after traveling back in time, coldly questioning why you killed them.

That was a complete and utter loss of control!

The butterfly effect, spacetime causality, wormhole effect, relativity... countless words related and unrelated to time travel suddenly popped into his mind, whispering and eroding his reason.

But neither of these possibilities can be linked to the current situation...

How did this get involved?

Is it that people living in the past can anticipate the changes that will happen to them in the future?

How could the same person's thoughts merge with those of their parallel world self?

In the Witcher world, to express extreme amazement and contempt, one often uses the phrase "This is something only Meritelli/Cliff/Freya could do," meaning it's impossible.

Only gods can do these things; mortals certainly cannot.

But what god could do what Erudin Brick Glass did?
Even Meriteli almost perished in obscurity due to Bai Shuang's unintentional encroachment. If she could also know the future and parallel worlds, how could she have almost followed in the footsteps of the mountain people's gods?

"How exactly did Erin Bricker Glass do it?"

The Witcher's mind was in turmoil. He had already greatly overestimated Eredin Brick Glass, but it seemed he had still underestimated her by a great margin.

but……

If Eredin Brick Glass is so amazing, why did she appear so "weak" in the Forest of Passoron?
Knowing the future and connecting parallel worlds, could the King of the Wild Hunt really be blocked by a mere distance in time and space, unable to even save his own subordinates?
This contradictory feeling of strength and weakness made the Witcher extremely uncomfortable, even causing him some physical nausea.

And at this time...

The black dragon's breath was still scorching Renakins' body, even burning his skin, internal organs, and flesh until they were completely melted into grease and ash, stripped away from Renakins' body, leaving only his stark white bones that seemed to be protected by some kind of power.

The Wild Hunt man named Renatinus, except for lacking a skeletal horse, had truly become the legendary Skeleton Knight at this moment.

"Oh, child of ancient blood! It seems you're quite surprised by my arrival!" The King of the Wild Hunt let out a wild and terrifying laugh. "Since you're so surprised, why not join us immediately!"

"Join us, join us on the hunt! We will gallop forth, towards the end, towards eternity, towards the end of existence!"

"Children of the Alder, lost ancient bloodline, you are ours! Join us and revel in the thrill of the hunt! You are ours. You are one of us! We are your true home!"

Child of ancient bloodline? Not a child of miracles?

Erin was taken aback by what he heard, his chaotic thoughts instantly coalescing, but he had no time to think.

"Buzz! Buzz!"

Beneath the armor of conquest, the wolf emblem pulsed even more violently.

The Witcher immediately tried to control the black dragon to move away, but then he realized that what was beating was not the wolf emblem, or rather, not just the wolf emblem, but the Wild Hunt's armor of conquest.

The rusted armor trembled, unleashing a massive surge of magical energy that pulled the demon hunter toward some unknown void.

Erin immediately realized what was happening and his expression changed drastically.

【Name: Wild Hunt's Conquest Armor】

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Set bonus:

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2. Resurrection: When a fatal attack strikes, the wearer can be sacrificed, either actively or passively, to teleport to a predetermined target point via a spiral. Current target point: Tyr Na Lia.

Eredin Brick Glass was manipulating the Conquest Armor, actively activating its "Resurrection" effect even when he was not in mortal danger and had not made any sacrifices.

Eredin Brick Glass is going to teleport it to the Alder People's stronghold—Tir Na Lia!

"Om-"

The trembling of the armored warriors grew more pronounced, waking Arlin.

Yes! The Wild Hunt's Conquest Armor is standard issue for the Wild Hunt, and if there's any backdoor involved, Eredin Brick Glass certainly knows.

immediately……

Arlin also found that his control over the armor of conquest was getting weaker and weaker.

Without time to think it through, he immediately put his mind to the Demon Hunter's Notebook and retrieved the Conquest Armor.

Fortunately, the Wild Hunt's Conquest Armor is a reward for completing a raid, obtained by opening treasure chests. Otherwise, even if you were in a storage cave, you wouldn't be able to immediately retrieve your helmet, breastplate, gauntlets, shoulder pads, greaves, and boots; you would have to take them off one by one.

By then, he would probably have been teleported to Tyr Na'ria to have a "fan meeting" with what are perhaps the strongest figures in the entire Witcher world: Eredin Brick Glass, Avalak, and Oberon Mushitazi.

Arryn did indeed have plans to go to Tirnaria, but not now, and certainly not in this way.

"Ok?"

After the Wild Hunt's armor of conquest disappeared from Arryn's body, Eredin Brick Glass gave a puzzled hum.

He discovered that he could no longer sense the location of the Conquest Armor. This made no sense; the Conquest Armor was standard equipment for the Red Cavalry, and as long as they were in the same world, no matter how far apart they were, Eredin Brick Glass could sense the location of the Conquest Armor, even if it was only faintly.

This is because when conquering the various realms, if the spiral or space becomes unstable, the Red Cavalry can easily be scattered and trapped in a certain place due to unexpected circumstances, making it difficult for them to escape alone.

Only by sensing the location of each piece of armor used in the war can they be gathered together as quickly as possible.

Moreover, every Red Cavalryman is the most precious asset of the Alder People.

Dying in battle is acceptable, but disappearing is not.

"interesting……"

Within Renakinson's white skull, a bluish-gray flame ignited, as he observed the Witcher with great interest.

The Witcher felt as if a venomous snake with its forked tongue was slithering all over his body, sending chills down his spine.

“I can’t stay here any longer…” The Witcher made the decision immediately.

Renakins didn't look like he could survive; he was just a disposable tool for Eredin Brick Glass to intervene in the present world.

Moreover, even if Renatinus were still alive, Erin would never dare to take him back to Kaer Morhen.

Once the decision was made, the Witcher disregarded the Ottoran and Risberg civil organizations below and immediately controlled the black dragon, flying with all his might towards the outskirts of Ban Ade.

"Whoosh—hiss—whoosh—hiss—"

The black dragon beneath him flapped its wings, rising and falling erratically. The Witcher, who had not experienced intense battle, was also panting heavily, frantically drawing in oxygen as if he were suffocating from lack of it.

With the black dragon flying at full speed, it soon flew beyond the edge of Ban Ade without encountering any obstacles.

Erin couldn't help but glance back.

Erin Brick Glass did not catch up; the burning flames of the dragon's breath disappeared, but Renakins' small body was still very noticeable.

Because he seemed to be floating in mid-air, as if he were standing on a solid, flat surface in the void, staring blankly at the bluish-gray will-o'-the-wisp, watching the Witcher leave without moving.

“Yes,” Erin breathed a slight sigh of relief, “The world of Witcher also follows the law of conservation of energy.”

"Eredin's appearance in this world through Renakins undoubtedly requires a large amount of energy, especially since she also needs to wrest control of the Conquest Armor from my grasp to activate the set effect..."

"And Renakins was already severely injured, and later burned to a skeleton by dragon breath. How much energy could he possibly have left for Eridin to squander..."

The more Erin thought about it this way, the more relaxed he felt.

However, he did not relax and continued to control the black dragon, trying his best to fly westward.

Ban Ade's west was naturally not the direction of Kaer Morhen, and Erin was worried that Eredin Brick Glass would remember the direction he left in, so it was impossible for him to fly straight north.

Compared to Aden, with whom they have some ties, and Temuria, with whom they have a close relationship, Redalia, with whom they have some enmity, is a better choice.

Only after the black dragon had completely left Ban Ad's territory, and only a faint, shimmering bluish-gray light remained in Eredin, did the Witcher finally confirm his suspicions.

The King of the Wild Hunt truly had no more energy left.

Once it was safer, the Witcher had the energy to fly and think at the same time.

“Child of the ancient bloodline…” he murmured, pondering every word Eridin Brick Glass had uttered when she appeared. “That was Ciri’s title, her talent, or the source of her bloodline. No one has ever called me that before.”

"Although since the mysterious attribute has increased, the affinity of various elements has gradually balanced, and I can control the primordial magic, it is only more in line with the source of magic, rather than the blood of the ancients."

“I was never of ancient blood, I am the child of miracles.”

“This is completely different.”

"The basis for Eridin's judgment of being an Ancient Child should come from the timeline where Ciri resides. He is definitely not as powerful as I imagined, otherwise he would never have made that mistake..."

After calming down, Erin deduced a lot from the errors in Erin's statements and breathed a sigh of relief.

"As long as it's not that hopeless, unsolvable power..."

He simply couldn't fathom how to fight against Eredin Brick Glass, who could manipulate even the future and parallel worlds at will.

Moreover, if Eredin Brick Glass is this powerful, what kind of concept would White Frost have, forcing the people of Alder to live in despair?

Even if he had the Demon Hunter's Manual, he would probably lose the will to fight.

After returning to Kaer Morhen, he no longer cared about Hen Gedimidis, the Chief, the Witcher Legion, or the future of the Wolf School...

He followed Vera's earlier plan, found a vineyard full of grapevines in Toussaint, completely retired, and lived a leisurely life until the arrival of the White Frost.

"in addition……"

The Witcher frowned, another question on his mind.

"Renakins has always called me a thief, that is, a thief who stole the power of the Adegas Gate. The Ancient Blood is the Alder People, the most successful research result of Eridin and Avalak in order to solve the problem of bloodline decay and the gradual loss of the ability to travel through time."

"The Alder People's future way of dealing with the Ancient Blood Ciri is through mating, allowing Ciri to mate with Oberon Mushitaki, the Alder King, so that the Ancient Blood may return to the Alder People's bloodline."

"But Renaissance has always been threatening and has never shown any mercy."

"The reason he came into this world is because the Wild Hunt lost the fragments of the Ade Gais Gate and the guiding stone in the Forest of Passoron."

"Therefore, Renakins is only after the fragments and the guiding stone. It would be best if he could capture me, but he doesn't care if he kills me."

"It's clear that Eredin and Renatin's attitudes differ, a very large difference..."

Erin paused, somewhat puzzled:

Is it a lack of information sharing?

"Then why was Renakins able not only to find me through the fluctuations of the interdimensional fusion, but also to be able to track me directly afterward?"

"Could it be because of Irene's help?"

"Or perhaps the information isn't completely unshared, but only partially shared?"

……

A myriad of doubts flickered in the Witcher's mind, causing him to miss the sudden flash of Eredin Brick Glass's bluish-gray light before it disappeared.

When he finally noticed this, he breathed a sigh of relief without paying any attention.

"Has it finally run out of energy and left?"

And just at this moment...

The black dragon beneath him, which had stabilized, suddenly sank. The Witcher was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed drastically in horror.

"Of course not, a child of ancient bloodline..."

How could I just leave like this?

"I just don't like having a third person involved, interfering with our story..."

A hoarse, deep voice, carrying the pungent smell of burning flesh, drifted from behind the Witcher.

(End of this chapter)