Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 630 The City of Male Witches Disappears

Shaquille felt that he and Valery were being strangely ignored.

However, they certainly did not remind everyone of their desire to show off. After exchanging a glance with Valery, the two of them hid themselves deep in the shadow of Kaer Morhen.

Escape was impossible under the watchful eyes of Tissaya de Vires, Vera, and Soy, even though they seemed to be ignored and disregarded.

While it might be necessary to avoid igniting the fury and impulsiveness of the Wolf School members right after the war behemoth had destroyed half of Kaer Morhen's walls, it was still quite necessary.

after all.

Although they brought war behemoths, and war behemoths brought destruction, since no one was injured or killed, everything was actually manageable.

What they feared most was that the behemoth of war had incurred some deep-seated hatred, and the Witcher of the Wolf School, unable to find the Sunny and Risberg Civil Cooperatives for the time being, could only vent their anger on them.

What's more...

Shaquille glanced furtively at the figure of Hen Gedimidis on the ground, shimmering with fluorescent blue light. Amidst a whirlwind of emotions, he unconsciously gained a renewed sense of will to live.

As for Ban Ade Academy, now that both its former and current deans have survived, what will become of Ban Ade, the Sorcerer Kingdom, the Sorcerer Brotherhood, and the Northern Continent?

That's not something a prisoner should be thinking about.

Time is passing by, second by second.

The massive commotion caused by the arrival of the war behemoth caused numerous small heads to sprout from the walls outside the barbican, peeking out and watching the bloodshed unfold within.

However, due to the eerie atmosphere, after exchanging glances, no one dared to enter the barbican.

Tissaya de Veres, Soy, Vera, Aristotle, Vesemir, Wigaffetez, and others stood inside the barbican as if asleep, yet also seemingly waiting in tacit agreement, achieving a strange balance.

"Are we waiting for Erin?" Mary finally couldn't help but speak up, breaking the silence. "Why don't we just go to Ben Ade to find him? Erin doesn't have a teleportation portal, and the Great Griffin is still incubating its eggs..."

That is indeed true. If we were waiting for Erin, we shouldn't have stayed here motionless; we should have sent someone to meet him in Ban Ade.

But are they waiting for Erin?
of course not.

They're just at a stalemate.

The people inside the barbican are among the smartest in the world, and they all know that as long as they find Erin, all problems can be solved.

The key problem is the lack of trust.

Ban Ade is vast, and there are two key factors to finding Erin—the portal and Vigfortz.

Excluding Shaquille, among the warlocks present, only Tessaia de Vires and Vera were able to cast a stable portal.

To find Erin in the vast Ben Ade, Wigfordts is almost indispensable, as he is the only one who knows everything that happened and can guess where Erin is hiding.

But precisely because of his concealment, no one in Kaer Morhen could believe him.

Arestor and Dante even felt that it was the wizard in front of them who had orchestrated the situation, having Arryn cover their retreat and sacrifice his life to send them away.

Selfish, despicable, greedy, treacherous... this perfectly matches the image of Ban Adler in the minds of witchers.

In Kaer Mohen, the people were confident that they could keep an eye on him.

Even though the portals are released by Vera, they can only be opened one at a time, and accidents could happen from there.

Moreover, Tissaya de Veris had already acquired Hen Gedimidis, the only person she cared about. Given the inherent distrust between witchers and warlocks, she still needed to leave a sufficient number of capable people in Kaer Morhen.

Considering that the condition of Henry Gedimidis is still unknown, even more people will need to stay.

Amidst a multitude of doubts, the intertwined interests formed a complex and tangled mess.

The simplest problem thus became complicated, to the point that everyone, including Tissaya de Veres, was "imprisoned" in the stinking barbican.

Therefore, even though Mary "naively" exposed everything, the atmosphere inside the barbican did not change much for a while.

However, Wiegolford, who was at the core of all his considerations, did not think that far ahead.

Because when he summoned the portal to leave, the Miracle Child clearly had the upper hand, and with a black dragon as his mount, Vigfortz didn't think the Miracle Child would be much slower than him.

But as time went on, Wigford also began to get a little anxious.

Battles between extraordinary beings often begin unexpectedly and end at an extremely fast pace. Judging by the distance between Kaer Morhen and Cordwin, the Child of Miracles should be arriving around that time.

Could something have happened?
Wigford glanced at Tissaya de Veres, who was standing in front of him, then at Marie, whose face was full of indignation, and said:

"Perhaps Ms. Margarita is right, we should indeed head to Ben Ade to find Erin..."

Everyone cast questioning and hostile glances their way, but even the most hot-tempered Aresto remained silent, coldly watching Wigfordts and waiting for him to continue.

“I know what you’re worried about, so…”

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wigford walked to Henry Gedimidis's side, squatted down, and paused briefly in the Demon-Suppressing Golden Shackles.

"Isn't it too much to ask a warlock to put on the magic-blocking shackles himself?"

"Could one of the gentlemen present please lend a hand?"

Wigford turned around with a wry smile.

“Vigor…” Lydia van Bradwater’s expression changed, and she quickly stepped forward to stop him.

After Wigford gave her a look, she struggled to stop in place, subconsciously biting her lip until it bled.

“You are not a criminal, Vigforts,” Tissaya de Veris said, frowning as she stepped in front of him, glancing disapprovingly at the Wolf School members. “You are a hero of the Northern Continent, and so is Erin, but a hero should not suffer such humiliation and pain for another hero. You need not…”

“This is the only way…” Wigfordts shook his head firmly, interrupting, “Besides, Erin might be facing some serious trouble, and he needs us…”

The barbican was silent for a moment.

Aresto walked out expressionlessly and headed towards Wigford.

As he approached Tisaya de Veris, the strongest sorceress of the Northern Continent gave him a disapproving look, then turned back to look at Lydia van Bradwater, her gaze finally settling on Vigfortz:
"As long as I live, Aretusa will always be your support."

She made a solemn promise and then stepped aside to make way for her.

Aresto stepped past Tissaya de Veris, knelt down to pick up the magic-blocking shackles, and instead of immediately cuffing Vigforts' outstretched hands, solemnly said:
"If Erin is unharmed, I will apologize to you, and..."

“The Wolf School will make up for our rudeness,” Soy interrupted Aresto, then looked at Tissaya de Veres. “Although the Wolf School can’t back anyone up right now, you will always be a friend of the Wolf School from now on.”

“There’s no need for that. Erin and I are already close friends. I understand your misunderstanding…” Wigfordts smiled gently, clasped his hands together, and then raised them slightly. “Come on, Erin is still waiting for us…”

Aresto silently gripped the magic-blocking shackles and gave him a deep look.

"Click~"

The moment the Demon-Suppressing Golden Shackles locked onto Vigorford's wrists, the blue crack-like patterns on the handcuffs lit up, as if the entire handcuff was filled with demonic power and about to burst. But then, the blue cracks dimmed, and the blood vessels near the shackles, as if poisoned, bulged, bulged, and turned black, resembling a black spider web.

"Uh!"

Vigolford let out a suppressed cry of pain from deep in his throat, his jaw clenched, his whole body trembling violently, his spine arching instinctively, like a dying bird struggling in its death throes.

It was only thanks to Aresto's instinctive support that he didn't fall directly to the ground.

However, Vigforts then suddenly bent over and began to vomit in agony, the liquid filth hitting the dark red, foul-smelling pool of blood, splashing blood and staining Aresto's boots red.

This is the magic-blocking metal, the nemesis of warlocks... no... it should be said that it is the bane of all extraordinary professions that rely on magic. It is a rare metal with the property of suppressing magic power. Its suppressive effect is accompanied by a series of side effects, which will make wizards quite uncomfortable.

Hen Gedimidis remained calm and even exuded immense pressure, because he was the strongest sorcerer on the Northern Continent.

Vigfortz's reaction is normal, even though he is also a source of magic.

“Vigor…Vigor…” Lydia van Bradwater rushed forward to support Vigor Fortez, anxiously patting his back gently.

Aresto silently rose and stepped aside, exchanging a guilty glance with Zoe.

After a while, the intense rejection reaction of the Demon-Suppressing Gold gradually subsided. Vigoforts was pale and looked as if he had been pulled out of the water, his whole body soaked.

“I…I can…Let’s go…” Wigford’s voice trembled.

Soy didn't say anything more, glanced at Vera, and arranged, "Ms. Tissaya and I will stay behind to help Henry Gedimidis recover as quickly as possible. Vera, Vesemir, and Dante will take over..."

Soy suddenly seemed to remember something, paused, looked at Jerón Morlu, and invited him:

"Master Jerome, may I ask you to come along?"

“Of course.” Jerón Morlü nodded.

“I can go too!” Mary said anxiously, dodging Philippa Ehrert’s arm that was subtly blocking her way, and quickly walked up to Soi, her eyes pleading.

Soi glanced at Vera.

Mary looked at Vera with teary eyes again.

Vera was silent for a few seconds, then sighed, nodded slightly, and agreed.

Seeing this, Tissaya de Veres thought of a young brown-haired priest at the Temple of Meritelli, and shook her head slightly, clearly disapproving of Vera's arrangement.

Mary was once her student, but because of her exceptional talent, she was chosen by Vera to be her apprentice upon graduation.

Tissaya de Veres did not approve of Marie, who, during the period when her strength was improving most rapidly, focused her attention on the most useless love rather than on research and experimentation.

However, since Marie was already Vera's apprentice, Tissaya de Veres did not speak up, but instead planned to give Vera some private advice after she returned.

"Then let's add Mary too..."

Soi didn't say much and looked directly at Vera.

"Crack~"

A snap of the fingers.

An orange-red portal appeared spinning in the walled city, illuminating the pools of blood formed by the foul smell of blood.

He then glanced at Vigfortz and stepped into the portal first.

Lydia van Bradwater was about to follow when Wigford stopped her: "You stay here and help Ms. Tissaya."

"But you..."

Lydia van Bradwater opened her mouth, but Wigfordts shook his head firmly and said softly, "Listen to me, Lydia."

Lydia van Bradwater had no choice but to stop.

So the second person to enter the portal was Mary, who was walking hurriedly and impatiently, followed by Vesemir, and then Wigfordtz.

Jerón Mollu and Dante in the end.

"Boom~"

Once everyone had entered, the portal disappeared.

The barbican suddenly became dark again.

Tissaya de Veris watched the portal disappear, then with a flick of her wrist, opened another portal and addressed Lydia van Bradwater:

"Let's go too..."

After a moment's hesitation, she turned to Philippa Ehrhardt and said:

"You come too."

"Henry Gedimidis's return does not mean that everything has settled down..."

"Boom~"

Another portal disappeared.

Only two demon hunters, Zoe and Aresto, remained in the walled city... no... there were also the timid and inconspicuous sorcerers Ban Ad'd, Shaquille, and Valery.

“What about them?” Aristotle asked.

Soy glanced at the walled city, littered with corpses, and the crumbling inner walls: "Lock them in the dungeon first..."

Aresto nodded, noticing the small head peeking in from outside the barbican, and roared fiercely, "What are you sneaking around looking at?!"

"Clay! Spencer! Come quick, extract all the useful materials from the ground..."

"What?!" Clay and Spencer felt like the sky had fallen. "But these... these monsters, we don't recognize them..."

"Then clear out the entire barbican!" Aresto waved his hand to interrupt, then, ignoring the two young witchers' complaints of "if only we hadn't joined in," he glared fiercely at Shaquille and Valery: "Follow me, and don't try anything funny!"

Shaquille and Valery glanced at Soy, who stood expressionless beside Aristotle, then looked at the shattered war behemoth that the Risberg Civilian Cooperative was so proud of, shook their heads with wry smiles, and followed.

"They're not crazy, how could they possibly try anything funny in front of dragon slayers..."
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Meanwhile, after Vera and her group stepped out of the portal, they encountered a problem they had never imagined.

They couldn't find Ben Ade, or, to be more precise...

Ban Ad... disappeared...

(End of this chapter)