Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 629 The Second Mutation Unleashed! Riesberg's War Beast!

Shaquille is lucky.

Because of his age and status, he could recognize most of the people present, including Aristotle, Vesemir, and Dante, who were Witcher Masters who had not been active in southern Cordwin for a long time due to Ban Aard's aversion to Witchers.

To prevent him from making some extremely unwise moves out of ignorance, just like the foolish and ignorant Valerius, who kept winking at him.

Poor Valerius, who didn't even recognize Lady Tissaya de Veres, actually thought they could turn the tide with some mysterious magic.

But for the same reason, Shaquille was also desperate.

Because he knew most of the people present, the most thorough and heavy despair enveloped him, and he now wished he could slap his past self.

Damn me!

Why did you have to yell that last sentence just to please Sunny?!
"Hopefully the Wolf School can give us a quick resolution."

That was Shaquille's only thought at the moment.

Then he sensed Valery withdrawing his gaze.

Recognizing Ms. Tissaya de Veres and Ms. Vera… Shaquille thought to himself that Valery, the young wizard who had spent most of his life growing up in Ben Ade, was the only one who could possibly recognize these two important figures.

"Shaquille...Shaquille!"

Hearing Valery's anxious whispers, Shaquille frowned and glanced sideways at the powerful, unidentified witcher.

Whether they couldn't hear the telepathic spell or simply didn't care, the Witcher didn't look at them.

Even so, this is not a reason for Valery to be so reckless.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

Shaquille turned and spoke, glaring at Valery, reminding him that they were now in Kaer Morhen, the Witcher's stronghold, not in Ban Ade.

But he found that Valery ignored his warning and kept giving him meaningful glances.

Shaquille frowned and followed Valery's gaze.

He saw two filthy sorcerers behind Lady Tissaya de Veris, probably a male wizard and a female sorcerer... wait... those were the magical source Vigfortz and Lydia van Bradwater.

What are they doing here?!
Could it be that Dean Hen Gedimidis recruited Wiegoffetz and Lydia van Bradwater, who were actually spies for Ms. Tissaya de Veres?
No, it can't be... Shaquille answered himself. Tissaya de Veres wasn't that kind of person, and the conflict between Ban Ad and Aretusa had never been this intense as it was today.

That means it must have been Tissaia de Veres who recently turned them against her.

How foolish!
Shaquille shook his head inwardly.

With the establishment of the sorcerer kingdom imminent, and even the civil cooperatives of Ottoran and Risberg unable to resist joining in, Vigfortz was foolish enough to become a sorcerer spy just as the profits were about to be distributed.

Even if that sorceress was Tissaya de Veris, she was still foolish.

Although Vigfortz was an outsider, belonging neither to Ban Ade nor to the Risberg Civil Cooperative, Sunny and Ottolan, even for the sake of superficial fairness and the reputation of the Magic Source, had to give Vigfortz a respectable position after the establishment of the Warlock Kingdom.

What can one gain by siding with Tissaya de Veres?
Does Ban Ade harbor hatred towards the Lisberg Civil Cooperative?

Shaquille still doesn't think he did anything wrong. He just feels incredibly unlucky to have chosen such a time to complete Sunny's mission. He was also too hasty. He shouldn't have rushed into Kaer Morhen and climbed the city walls as soon as he noticed anything unusual, all in an effort to complete the mission entrusted to him by Sunny.

Based on his usual practice, he should have observed the situation for at least a few more nights.

“It’s not Vigforts, it’s not Vigforts, Your Excellency Shaquille, look at their feet…”

Valery's voice cried out anxiously in Chaquir's mind.

At his feet... Shaquille paused, his gaze instinctively shifting downwards, where he saw a strangely familiar-looking male wizard "frozen" in the ground.

However, because Wigford, Tissaya de Veris, and Lydia van Bradwater blocked the wizard's upper body, Shaquille couldn't see the wizard's face.

Even so, Shaquille's heart suddenly began to pound.

"Who is that?!"

"There aren't many people qualified to wear the Ban Adler robe..."

Shaquille had a vague idea of ​​what was going on. In his panic, he ignored the powerful, nameless witcher beside him, and disregarded the important figures present, such as Tissaya de Veris, Vera, and Soy. He suddenly took a few steps to the side, bypassing Valery and circumventing Vigoforts's cover.

In an instant.

Shaquille recognized the familiar face of the frozen figure on the ground. His pupils constricted, and a chill ran from his tailbone to his scalp, making his brain feel like it was about to explode.

“Hen…Hen Gedimidis, Dean?!?” Shaquille exclaimed in surprise.

What happened to Ban Ad?
Why is Dean Hen Gedimidis at Kaer Morhen, the Witcher's stronghold?

How could Sunny and Ottolan be so careless?
……

Countless questions surged through my mind like a raging storm.

Just yesterday, Ban Ade was peaceful and orderly.

The ritual wizards have reached the doorstep of the free elves. This ancient race is just one step away from becoming disorganized vagrants like halflings, or intelligent monsters like shapeshifters.

The kingdom belonging solely to warlocks was being prepared in an orderly manner. The exiled nobles of Kordwin, Redalia, Temeria, and even the nobles of Aeden all contacted any warlock they could get their hands on, hoping to get a share of the pie at the beginning of this new era.

There are indeed some conflicts between the Ban Ad, led by Sunny, and the Risberg Civil Cooperative, led by Otoland.

No one would doubt that their power and status on the northern continent would reach their zenith with the establishment of the first secular regime of the sorcerers.

But why is it that everything seems to have changed so drastically in just one night?

Shaquille glanced at the dirty Wigford and Lydia van Bradwater, guessing that this must be related to them, but still couldn't understand it.

Although Vigfortz is a source of magic, an undeveloped source of magic is merely a warlock who is slightly stronger than the average person.

How could he possibly rescue the final Hen Gedimidis from the heavily guarded Ben Ade, from the territory of Sunny and Ottoland?
Then he thought of...

What does the disappearance of Henry Gedimidis mean for Sunny, for Ottoland, for Ben Ade, and for the Lisberg Civil Partnership?
That will inevitably unleash a massive political storm on the northern continent, and war is highly likely...

"No! What do the political storms and wars of the Northern Continent have to do with me, a prisoner?"

"Whether I can leave Kaer Morhen alive is still an unknown..."

Shaquille suddenly realized his predicament, sighed inwardly, and slumped down.

Just then.

"Om-"

The earthquake struck suddenly, and the towering, gray-white city walls were shaken by the sudden spatial tremors, causing dust and rubble to fall.

Several spiraling, orange-red portals enveloped the sky above the barbican.

The portal was not located at a high altitude, but rather at roughly the same level as the highest point of the Kaer Morhen city walls.

"Roar--"

After a series of frenzied and furious roars, a monster with a bull's head was the first to peek out of the portal—or rather, squeeze out of it.

Because that enormous bull's head was no smaller than the gates of Kaer Morhen. After the bull's head emerged, there was a scarlet, skinned neck, followed by a human body, claws, and horse hooves…

The appearance of the bull-headed monster seemed to be a signal.

From the remaining seven or eight portals, several large monsters of similar size emerged, with snake heads and rat tails, scales and gray wings, lion bodies and lizard claws... all with extremely strange and ferocious appearances, each different from the others.

These monsters are all hybrids, but compared to the griffins, night demons, and sirens of nature, they possess a certain aesthetic beauty that blends different styles. The creations of the Risberg Civil Cooperative Organization only evoke chaos and disgust.

But one thing remains the same—that tyranny and madness that seems to be an enemy of all living beings.

"The monsters created by Risberg are extremely unsettling every time I see them."

"I'm commenting with my long, thin eyebrows furrowed," Tissaya de Veres commented.

Her severe obsessive-compulsive disorder and germaphobia made her extremely disgusted with this cobbled-together hybrid.

"Then let's get rid of them quickly..." Vera, who doesn't have OCD or germaphobia, also dislikes these monsters.

"Snapped!"

A snap of the fingers.

A bottle of blood-red potion suddenly appeared in Vera's left hand.

She uncorked the crystal bottle, her warm, red lips parting slightly.

Then, give a gentle blow.

The red liquid in the bottle vanished in an instant, and a thick red mist suddenly enveloped the sorceress, making her look like a fluffy red fox.

But in a moment, the red mist blew into the sky towards Risberg's war behemoth.

The Blood Red Fox Leech Transformation Curse... Shaquille shuddered and desperately tried to get away from the crimson fog.

Jerón Morú ignored him, or rather, apart from Zoe, Jerón Morú, like all the other witchers present, instinctively stayed away from the red mist.

"sough--"

The sound of autumn wind sweeping through fallen leaves could be heard.

The bull-headed war behemoths and other smaller monsters that were touched by the blood mist shrank continuously as they fell from the sky.

When they were thrown into the barbican, they had turned into red, wrinkled leeches, writhing on the ground.

However, only this bull-headed war behemoth was affected by the large monsters. The other war behemoths seemed to have undergone some kind of special modification, struggling painfully in the red mist, but still maintaining their original shapes, and crashing to the ground.

One side of the barbican's wall collapsed, and rubble and dust filled the air.

"Roar--"

The terrifying and frenzied howls of the monster tore through the sky, causing the old city walls to shake. The sound rose and fell, trembling violently.

Vera frowned.

Seeing this, Tissaya de Veris summoned her staff, preparing to make her move.

"Qiang!"

Amidst the clanging of metal, a figure even faster than her leaped into the red mist, treading on the bodies of numerous war beasts, and spun and danced.

The silvery sword light stirred up a dazzling storm in the red mist.

Tissaya de Veres' incantation, which she had been chanting very quickly, gradually stopped halfway through, and finally she gave up chanting altogether.

Because she discovered that the battle inside the barbican was already nearing its end.

"Zoy has become even stronger."

This was a statement, not a question. Tissaya de Vera frowned as she looked at Vera.

It wasn't just that she became stronger; Tissaya de Veris even sensed intense danger when Soi made his move.

This is also why she was a beat slow when chanting her spell.

Her senses were giving her a warning, because of a witcher.

Moreover, it's clear that Zoe hasn't used his full strength yet.

Vera smiled faintly but did not answer.

Tissaya de Veres wisely refrained from pressing further, her gaze lingering on the Wolf School Grandmaster who had sheathed his sword, her eyes gleaming.

Vesemir, Aresto, and Dante also noticed Zoe's almost comprehensive improvement, and they looked at each other with some excitement.

Secondary mutation!

This is a secondary mutation!
No witcher could resist such a massive increase in power.

But then they remembered who had brought the secondary mutation technology, and their excitement instantly faded.

"Gulu~"

Shaquille and Valery swallowed hard, staring in astonishment as the war behemoth that the Risberg Civilian Cooperative was so proud of was so easily slaughtered.

They were not astonished that the behemoth of war was dealt with so quickly, without causing the slightest ripple.

With so many important figures present, and the Wolf School "prepared in advance," the behemoth of war was in no condition to cause any trouble.

They were simply astonished...

In the blink of an eye, it was only the Crimson Fox and the Grandmaster of the Wolf School. No, even if the Crimson Fox participated or not, it wouldn't affect the outcome. The Grandmaster of the Wolf School alone could easily deal with these monsters.

It was as if they weren't the war monsters of Risberg, but rather a few ordinary water ghosts that sprang out from the riverbank.

It shouldn't be like this, otherwise Sunny's "gift" would be a joke from beginning to end.

“Shaquille…” Valery’s voice, trembling with intense emotion, rang in Shaquille’s ears, “Sen…Senni, the people you want to kill aren’t the Witchers, but us, aren’t they?”

Shaquille paused for a moment, and before he could respond, he suddenly realized that the surroundings were eerily quiet.

A strong smell of rust filled the air.

The only sounds echoing within the narrow barbican were the gurgling of blood flowing amidst the severed limbs and mangled flesh of the war behemoth.

Shaquille looked up and peered around cautiously.

The core of the walled city was not him and Valerius, the culprits, but Wiegoftez, who stood next to Henry Gedimidis.

What's even stranger is Tissaya de Veres's posture...

She was protecting Wiegolford, and the person she was fighting against seemed to be the very master of the land beneath their feet—

The Witcher of the Wolf School...

(End of this chapter)