Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 637 I want a war, a war that will drown the earth in blood!
"Return to the Ring of Maidalui..."

"Now?"

Colin paused, looking back at the old road that was gradually becoming congested.

The old road is not far from Mayna, normally it would only take two days to travel there, but normally it would not be like this.

A heavy rain had just fallen, and Bruggi hadn't sent anyone to maintain order or notify the caravans along the entire old road. They wouldn't be able to return to the Ring of Maynard Rui for at least five days, let alone two.

Moreover, Brugge was clearly terrified by the black dragon, which was probably blackened by smoke.

It's unrealistic to expect those cowardly nobles to send people out to maintain and manage traffic at this time; otherwise, they wouldn't be stuck here, unable to move freely.

and……

"What about the Witcher?" Colin pointed to the closed carriage. "You can't expect me, a Free Knight who's not even good at bandaging wounds, to stay here and take care of someone so seriously injured, can you?"

"Then you might as well let me kill him with one sword, that would be much quicker."

“The Witcher…” Vinsena pursed her lips, looking somewhat embarrassed.

“Since you’re going to send Bluege’s information back anyway,” Colin nodded in Bluege’s direction, “why don’t we go into the city first, send a message back by carrier pigeon, and take the Witcher to the Temple of Meritelli for treatment…”

“No,” Vincent shook her head decisively. “Brugge is heavily guarded right now, and I can’t enter the city without revealing my identity.”

“The exact situation of Brugge is still unclear. The affairs and grudges of the nobles are too troublesome. I don’t want to reveal my identity and unexpectedly involve the Ring of Maidalui.”

“The affairs of the nobility are indeed troublesome…” Colin nodded, agreeing with Vincenta’s point of view.

Thinking back to their first meeting, Vincent was disguised as a man...

Unlike most other extraordinary organizations, the Ring of Druids advocates seclusion and closeness to nature, and has little entanglement with secular nobles and royalty. They spend most of their time in seclusion in the Ring of Druids, contemplating nature.

Normally, it's not difficult to find a sorcerer. Just go to the most crowded places, and you'll find those who are extremely young, with the most extravagant clothes and accessories, and who usually wear various gems.

But it's very difficult to meet a druid.

Because they want to appreciate nature, they often avoid crowded cities.

“What about Amelia?” Colin thought for a moment and said, “Amelia is at the other end of the old road, perhaps…”

“You just said that happened three days ago,” Vinsenna interrupted. “Bruggi and Amelia are both vassal states of Temuria. There was no intense conflict between them. They probably sent warning letters immediately.”

“Or perhaps we could try your mysterious and powerful magic?” Colin suggested again.

"I remember that sorcerers used spells that spun like deep-sea whirlpools, and after walking into them, with a 'poof,' they would instantly travel from the frigid Skellige Islands to Toussaint, a land of perpetual spring, abundant wine and vineyards?"

“Teleportation is a rather sophisticated spell, not every warlock knows it,” Vinsenna corrected seriously. “Moreover, there is only one way to travel from the Skellige Isles to any place on the northern continent: by ship, a large ship strong enough to withstand the raging storms of the ocean…”

"Then there's no minor spell for sending messages?" Colin asked, puzzled. "You just need to send back the news of the black dragon appearing in Bluegill. Don't you even have that kind of spell?"

Vinsenna took a deep breath and patiently explained, "There are differences between warlocks. Druid spells have very strict environmental requirements. The Old Path and the Ring of Maidal are separated by a Trava (river)."

"Rivers are natural walls, and in mysticism, they possess the power of obstruction..."

“No need to say more,” Colin waved his hand, interrupting Vinsenna’s profound and obscure explanation. “I’m just a wandering knight who’s heard some myths and chivalric romances, but I understand what you mean, so now we only have one option: to return to the Ring of Maidalui?”

"So, let's stick to that question..."

What about the Witcher?

Vincent remained silent for a long time, glancing at the closed carriage door without uttering a word.

“Visena, it’s a dragon, and just a dragon,” Colin advised. “It appeared suddenly and disappeared suddenly. Three days have passed, and there’s only a recruitment notice posted on the city wall. There’s no other trace left.”

"To be honest, I don't understand why you're in such a hurry."

Seeing that Vinsenna remained silent, Colin continued to persuade her, "Besides, we've just found traces of the Golden Beast. If you return to the Ring of Maidalui now, those bounty hunters are very likely to leave because of the commotion caused by the Black Dragon."

"Next time we need to search, we won't know where to start."

“The black dragon is different,” Vinsenna sighed softly. “Besides, I suspect the black dragon is also chasing after the golden-haired beast. Powerful dragons can disguise themselves as humans; it’s too dangerous for us to keep chasing it like this…”

At this time.

News of the dragon's appearance spread along the old road, and farmers and peddlers, upon hearing of its presence, left without looking back, disappearing into the overgrown wilderness on either side.

The guards and merchants of the caravan cursed the nobles of Bruges, looked anxiously at the sky, and cautiously discussed where to change their destination.

As the panic and commotion that had just subsided but had reignited rose again, Vincent frowned and pushed open the wooden door of the carriage.

"Crack~"

The wooden door closed, shutting out most of the noise and bringing the Witcher back to his senses as he intently eavesdropped on Vinsenna and Colin's conversation.

[What's different about the Black Dragon?] he wondered. [Could it be because, in the oldest prophecies, the Black Dragon is the henchman of White Frost, the natural enemy of all living beings, including dragons themselves, and the destroyer of the world?]

Dragons are iconic monsters in Western fantasy worlds; it's almost to the point that a Western fantasy worldview wouldn't exist without dragons.

Soy did indeed kill a dragon, so Kaer Morhen's library contains many parchment books on monsterology, mythology, and mysticism related to dragons.

Out of curiosity, Erin had read it through after passing the mountain trial at the beginning of the year.

However, he felt that Vincenta's nervousness was not solely due to the illusory and ancient prophecy related to dragons.

[And what about the golden-haired beast? It's a beast, not a monster. Would a mere beast be worth the pursuit of the mistress of the Ring of Maidalui, who just vanquished Koschae?]

Of course, these issues are not important now.

Erin must draw their attention before the silence is broken and before Vinsena and Colin make a decision.

fortunately.

Once inside the carriage, Vincent habitually approached and knelt down to check his injuries.

Ailin seized the opportunity to do everything in his power to boost morale.

Vincent's hand, which was resting on his chest, paused for a moment, and a clear voice appeared in his mind:

You're awake, Witcher.

Yes, I'm awake. Thank you, Ms. Vincent.

After a brief greeting, Erin quickly asked:

Ms. Vincent, have you ever seen a crystal bird?
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Tyr Na Lia. A sunny day, the sun high in the sky.

The ivory-white tower was shrouded in thick white mist, with pure white light shimmering within it, like a ferocious beast breathing down clouds and swallowing the sun.

Besides, the Swift Tower is as tranquil as the lake below, Tarn Mira, clear as a mirror and undisturbed.

Sudden.

The rhythmically flashing white light suddenly paused, then burst into a burst of crimson light.

In a flash, the thick fog was dispelled by distorted ripples in the air, revealing a terrace with intricately carved railings, stone slabs etched with runes, tall, slender white pillars supporting the vaulted ceiling, and...

A tree-dweller of the alder, leaning against a white pillar and wearing a loose chiffon robe with gold thread—the ancient Eridin Brik Glass.

He suddenly opened his sapphire-like eyes and his gaze fell on another ancient being, Avalak, who was sitting at the white jade table.

Outside the tower, the blazing sun was shrouded in inky clouds, and the rain drizzled down. Lake Tarn Mira, with its crystal-clear waters, rippled in circles.

"What happened? Why did it take so long?"

"Are those unicorns harassing the patrolling Red Riders again? Or has another world taken the opportunity to start a war?"

Avalak also slowly opened his eyes at this moment, leisurely observing Eredin Brick Glass's expression.

Erin Bricker Glass remained silent for a long time, her sapphire-like eyes shimmering with a fluorescent blue light.

“Neither,” he said expressionlessly, “worse than that, and better than that…”

Avalak frowned in confusion.

“I have returned from the ravaged body of Renakins Garon Price,” said Eredin Brick Glass. “Renakins Garon Price was the Red Rider captain sent to the world of Spiral 43…”

“He’s dead.” This was a statement, not a question. Avalak’s long eyebrows furrowed even more.

There's only one possibility for Erin Bricker Glass's possession of the Red Rider: the host is irrevocably heading towards the White Ship returning home.

But ever since the resurrection ritual was invented and the enchantment was compressed into Conquest Armor, not a single Red Rider has died in battle for a century or two unless they encounter an accident in the Spiral.

“This is the third case already,” Avalak said gravely, rising from the white jade table and walking toward Eredin Brick Glass, who was lost in thought. “In this mere human world, we can’t even find a powerhouse who has broken through the first limit…”

“Not the third case…” Erin Brik Glass interrupted Avalak, causing Avalak to pause in his tracks.

"What?" Avalak was taken aback when he was interrupted.

“Apart from the fifteen warriors who ‘returned’ ahead of time, the remaining eighty-five Red Cavalrymen were all wiped out. Renakins Garon Price was the eighty-sixth.” Erudin Brick Glass’s tone was frighteningly indifferent, yet it also seemed as if she was suppressing something.

The ivory-white tower fell silent for a moment.

"What?!" Avalak exclaimed in horror, grabbing Eredin Brick Glass's pale wrist. "Eighty-six! How is this possible?!"

Avalak felt his mind, which had been calm and undisturbed for thousands of years, shake and become dizzy.

Eighty-six Red Cavalrymen, including a Red Cavalry Captain who had broken through the first limit—how could the people of Alder accept such a loss!
"Could it be that the frost has arrived ahead of schedule?"

"No! The White Frost won't descend that quickly, nor will it allow you to possess it!"

“It’s not white frost,” Erin Brik Glass shook her head, “it’s a…”

He paused, as if thinking of an adjective.

"It is a strange genetically modified organism."

"He wore the Red Cavalry's armor of conquest, summoned a black dragon, and destroyed my Red Cavalry with its breath."

A genetically modified being wearing the armor of a Red Cavalry warrior… a black dragon… Avalak paused again, feeling as if he were listening to some bizarre fantasy story privately fabricated by the natives of conquered worlds.

He calmed down, frowned, and stared at the expressionless Eredin Brick Glass, trying to see if he was playing some kind of malicious joke.

Erin Bricker Glass met his gaze silently.

"Is this...really?" Avalak's throat tightened. "But the Conquest Armor is bound to the soul. Unless it's a Conquest Armor that has never been used, even if a Red Knight dies in battle without triggering 'Resurrection,' the Conquest Armor is just a finely crafted suit of armor made of mixed materials..."

“That question should be directed at you, Klivan Espin Ap Koman Maca ‘Great Sage’,” Eredin Brick Glass said coldly. “You are the designer of the Conquest Armor, the quartermaster of the Alder People…”

"Why is the shield that was meant to protect the Alder People in the hands of their enemies?"

Avalak remained silent for a long time.

Why the black dragon appeared and why it obeyed the orders of a genetically modified being is no longer important at this point.

Avalak, recalling Eredin Brick Glass's words, did not answer his question but instead changed the subject, asking:

"You've already said it's worse, so what's better?"

Eredin Brick Glass seemed completely unconcerned about Avalak, shifting the topic as if shirking responsibility, and stated directly, "We've found the Gate of Ade Gais..."

“The Gate of Ad-Gass…” Avalak had a flash of inspiration, “You mean…”

“That’s right,” Ericin Brick Glass nodded, “The Gate of Ade Gais that the Alder People have been searching for for thousands of years is on that genetically modified body that wore the armor of conquest, rode a dragon, and killed the Red Riders!”

Upon hearing this, Avalak was shaken to his core, as if his heart had been struck by a stone hammer.

The Gate of Ad Guise... The Magnificent Gate...

The people of alder have the hope of escaping the white frost and existing forever!

Avalak took a deep breath and calmed down.

"you sure?"

“Confirmed.” Ericin Brick Glass smirked. “Besides the Gate of Ade Gais, is there any other power capable of summoning a black dragon from Spiral Sector 43, where dragons are nearly extinct?”

Avalak said, "Even the Gate of Ade Gais has no power to subdue the black dragon."

Erin Bricker Glass stared at him without saying a word, a faint smile playing on her lips.

The rain outside the Swift Tower grew heavier, and the ripples on Lake Tarn Mira stretched as far as the eye could see.
"What do you want me to do?" Avalak finally managed to ask the question with difficulty.

Ericine Brick Glass's expression finally changed; her lips parted, revealing gleaming white teeth and crimson gums, and she said in a deep voice:

"I want a war, a war that will drown the earth in blood!"

(End of this chapter)