Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 638 The Shadow of War Grows

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

A blinding flash of lightning pierced through the towering, mountain-like dark clouds outside the window, followed by a deafening clap of thunder.

The rain came down in torrents.

"War?" The sudden burst of light cast a deep shadow on Avalak's deep, exquisite features.

“Yes, war,” Erin Brik Glass met his gaze without changing her expression. “You and I both know what kind of place Spiral 43 is. The White Frost has already infected the source, and the world will irrevocably fall into a snow-white abyss.”

"Now that we've confirmed that the Gate of Ade Gais is there, we must act swiftly and decisively, rushing in before the White Frost's activity changes, and reclaiming the Gate of Ade Gais, which rightfully belongs to the Alder People."

"The eighty-five Red Riders who died paid a bloody price to show us that Spiral District 43 is not as weak as we thought. Continuing to send out small-scale troops will only make the Alder People sink deeper into the quagmire."

"war!"

"Yes, war, Klifan Espin Ap Koman Maca!"

"Only a large-scale war can sweep away that world with overwhelming force, forcing them to submit and grovel before offering up the stolen treasures of the Alder People, the Gate of Ade Gais..."

Avalak raised his hand to interrupt Erin Bricker Glass's highly inflammatory and aggressive declaration.

“So you’re telling me,” Avalak frowned slightly, “that after the precious Red Riders suffered heavy losses in the other world, you not only don’t intend to report to Oberon Mushitazi and the Council of Elders, but you even intend to add fuel to the fire in the already difficult situation of the Alder People?”

“I have nothing to apologize for, Avalak,” Eredin Brick Glass shook her head. “You and I are both aware of the Spiral’s anomalies. Anything can happen during interdimensional warfare.”

“A thousand years ago, there would have been no need for such a complicated process. The moment I awoke, I should have been riding a black horse, holding my lance, leading my cavalry, charging into the spiral to avenge the bloodline of the Alder people flowing in the flames.”

"But the foolish proposal has limited me, and limited the sharpest spear of the Alder people. Not only did they foolishly wrap the sharp spearhead with rough thatch to conceal its unstoppable gleam, but they also scattered it and hung it high on the roof instead of on the armory's weapons rack."

"What's more..."

Erin Brick Glass's eyes were bloodshot, and he stared intently at Avalak without flinching.

“You should know, Avalak…”

"The winters in Tyr Na Lia are getting colder every year."

Avalak silently stared at Erin Brik Glass without saying a word.

Outside the Swift Tower, a fierce wind howled and a torrential downpour washed into the high platform, soaking the clothes of the two ancient beings. However, the two were completely unaware and showed no intention of moving.

The torrential rain was thus provoked, and it poured even more fiercely into the ivory-white tower, bringing wind and rain with it.

“Oberon Mukhitazi and the Council of Elders will not agree,” Avalak said.

“Of course not,” Eredin Brick Glass said with a sneer. “They fear me, they fear the power of the Red Riders, even though the throne of Tyr Na Lia and the honor of the Council of Elders were born from the Red Riders’ conquest of the worlds.”

“But you will promise me, Avalak,” he continued, “that I will not threaten you with the armor of conquest on your genetically modified body, even if it would subject you to a punishment more severe than mine.”

"Because I know who, in this moment, is the navigator who, for the white boat that could capsize at any moment in the raging waves, risks being blown off the deck by the gale and slammed against the beams, to the point of death, pulling the sails..."

"And who is hiding deep within the decaying cabins of the white ship, using dance to mask the ship's rocking, music to veil the howling winds, and sweet, decadent wine to numb their thoughts..."

“Avalak…Tir Na Lia’s winters are getting colder year by year.”

Erin Bricker Glass repeated.

"After the Ancient Blood project failed, the Gate of Ade Gais is the only hope for the Alder People."

Avalak lowered his head and remained silent for a while.

Erin Bricker Glass wore a gentle yet icy smile and did not urge her.

“Oberon Mukhitazi and the Council of Elders did not numb themselves with wine, dance and music,” Avalak sighed deeply, “but the power hidden in their blood is declining day by day, and the Alder People’s control over the world is visibly decreasing.”

"In order to prevent Ian El from splitting up like Ian Wooddod did back then."

"They must be more careful so that the people of Alder can at least have a relatively stable life now, instead of wandering in the void because of some accident."

“You know this history, so you should understand them.”

Eridine Brick Glass gave a stiff smirk: "If I didn't understand, I wouldn't be standing here now, Klivan Espin Ap Koman Maca."

Avalak shook his head slightly, it was unclear whether he was denying Erin Brik Glass's words or thinking that his own words were useless.

“I will persuade Oberon Mukhitazi for you, but the Council of Elders…”

“The Council of Elders is no problem,” Ericine Brick Glass laughed, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth, “and there’s the Spiral…”

“The spiral is about to subside,” Avalak said. “After attending the Council of Elders and settling the compensation for the fallen Red Riders, we can set off.”

"But whatever the reason for the last uprising, you must remind your Red Cavalry to be cautious in the Spiral, otherwise two uprisings in quick succession will inevitably further affect the structure of the Spiral..."

"Don't worry, the Red Cavalry are the most experienced elites. I will arrange for someone to investigate the cause of the Spiral Riot again." Erudin Brick Glass's smile widened.

Avalak nodded.

He looked at the calm-faced Erin Bricker Glass, unsure whether his actions were right or wrong.

He didn't even know if the deaths of those eighty-five Red Riders were truly due to that so-called genetically modified being, the one who controlled the Gate of Ade Gais and could summon dragons...

He only knew one thing: Erin Bricker Glass was right.

Time is running out for the people of Alder.

Avalak contemplated the possibility that it would never happen again, his thoughts racing.

Lara Dorren, if Lara Dorren were still alive, and the Ancient Blood hadn't gone wrong...

The torrential rain outside the ivory-white tower gradually subsided, and in the blink of an eye, the clouds and mist dispersed, revealing a colorful rainbow spanning the four cloverleaf-shaped lakes of Tarn Mira.

Avalak's gaze lingered for a moment on the beautiful lake below the tower, as he was about to give some more instructions.

At this time.

Erin Bricker Glass and Avala seemed to suddenly sense something and looked up into the distance.

Deep within the rain-washed forest, a pure white palace is shrouded in mist.

“I should go and fight those stubborn old men,” Eredin Brick Glass said mockingly. “Don’t forget our promise, Avalak.” Avalak nodded slightly.

After receiving a response, Erin Bricker Glass gently patted her robe, which was completely soaked by the rain. The robe instantly steamed, completely evaporating the moisture inside.

Immediately afterwards, Erin Bricker Glass walked straight down the tower without stopping.

As he stepped through the arched doorway and onto the spiraling, pure white staircase, Avalak's voice suddenly came from behind him.

“Eredin Brick Glass,” Avalak said softly, “the Alder People are not the Alder People they were a thousand years ago, you know that?”

“Of course I know, Avalak.” Eredin Brick Glass didn’t turn around. “And…”

"I've been trying to save her..."
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Nothing unexpected happened.

The lovebird, though seemingly fragile, not only did not shatter due to the explosion that severely injured the Witcher, but it was also not lost on the Black Dragon's journey.

But thinking about it, it actually makes sense.

The Lovebird, a gift from Ida Emin to Vera, is an ancient elven relic capable of carrying messages across vast distances.

If it were too fragile, it would have been broken long ago during the journey or in the fierce battles of Zoe hunting monsters, by hitting something hard, and wouldn't be here today.

When Arlin told Vinsenna that he wanted to find the Lovebird, the sorceress immediately picked it up from not far from the witcher's ear.

She even told Erin.

Not only was the lovebird fine, but his Wolf School Master Set also only had some minor damage, which could be repaired by a blacksmith and used again.

The world where Erin was injured was achieved.

What exactly does the Wolf School Master Set, forged by the legendary dwarven blacksmith using extremely rare materials such as magic-resistant gold, red dragon hide, and silk from the venomous spider queen, protect?
That's obviously a joke.

Because the reagent bags made of ordinary leather are gone, and so is the sword pouch.

Fortunately, Elsa and Balmor still had their two swords, one steel and one silver.

According to Vincent, when she met him, he was holding two swords tightly in his hands.

Clearly, before Erin lost consciousness, he subconsciously protected the two most precious treasures he possessed.

but……

Even if the two swords were lost by accident, it wouldn't be a big problem.

Back when he was in Drakenberg, he had already imprinted the "Summoning Staff" mark on both swords.

【Name: Summoning Staff】

……

[Active Effect: You can leave a "mark" on a staff (or other object), teleporting the staff (or other object) to a location visited within the past day. Casting the spell again recalls the staff (or other object).]

Because the mark has a one-day duration, it cannot be summoned immediately after recovery, but this mark is sufficient for various locating spells and rituals to find lost weapons.

Of course, it would be best if we didn't lose it.

Otherwise, not only would they have to search the whole world, but they might also be picked up by someone else by accident. In addition, with the fall from a great height, Balmor might not be damaged due to the characteristics of its artifact, but Elsa would definitely have to be remade.

It's both energy-consuming and expensive.

"what are you guys saying?"

The Witcher lay motionless on the fluffy straw.

Vinsenna suddenly stopped examining the wound, taking out a crystal artifact from the small bag next to the Witcher, and patting the neatly folded leather armor beside her, as if an unseen ghost was directing Vinsenna in the carriage in broad daylight.

The eerie scene sent a chill down Colin's spine.

However, he soon realized that the witcher and the sorceress must be communicating in each other's minds using mysterious magic.

Back in the Amel Mountains, Vinsenna used her mind-reading ability on him.

“The Witcher said,” Vinsenna heard Colin’s voice, instinctively looked up, and said in a somewhat complicated tone, “that he can help us return to the Ring of Mahinard Rui…”

Colin paused, instinctively looking down at the Witcher lying motionless on the straw, almost like a corpse if it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest. He exclaimed in astonishment:

"Help us get back to the Ring of Maidalui?"

"he?"

“That’s right, I can help you get back to the Ring of Maidalui.” Colin had just pointed at the Witcher and looked at Vinsenna with an incredulous tone when a weak, clear voice of a young boy suddenly appeared in his mind. He was so frightened that he stood up abruptly as if he had seen a ghost, bumping heavily against the low ceiling of the carriage.

"His-"

He clutched his head and cried out in pain.

When Colin saw Vinsenna withdraw her finger from pointing at him, he realized it was the effect of the sorceress's spell.

“Nana, you should have told me beforehand,” he said with a wry smile, rubbing his head. “At least let me be prepared… so…”

Colin pointed to his head: "Is this the Witcher?"

The answer wasn't from Visenna, but from a voice in Colin's mind: "Hello, Colin, I am Erin, the Witcher of the Wolf School..."

The Wolf School witcher, Erin… Colin paused, frowning. He felt like he'd heard the name somewhere before.

But before he could think of an answer, Vincent's voice appeared in his mind again, attracting his attention:
"You mean this artifact will allow me to return to the Ring of Maidalui?"

Colin's gaze followed his gaze and fell upon a beautifully crafted, crystal-like artifact in Vinsenna's hand, resembling a raven.

This would allow them to travel to the Ring of Maynadrui across the Trava River.
Even Visena, the mistress of the Ring of Maidalui, couldn't do it, yet a collection that clearly seems to be of nobility and has no use to it could.
“The lovebird can’t do it,” the Witcher thought to himself, “but it carries my message and flies to the one who can.”

"Flying to whom?" Colin paused, then asked instinctively.

The Witcher paused, then said:
"Vera, the crimson fox, the sorceress Vera..."

(End of this chapter)