Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 653 Sowing Discord Among the Wild Hunt? Master Cano, the Golden-haired Beast

arrive?

Erin looked in the direction Ida Emin was pointing.

From top to bottom, lush greenery immediately filled every corner of the field of vision.

A colossal tree stretches out, its green canopy blocking out the sun. Faint emerald rays shimmer among the leaves, reflecting the golden sunlight, ancient and weathered.

Below, the deep brown foliage between the dense branches and leaves forms almost like a thick city wall, until its majestic form is obscured by the verdant guardians surrounding it.

“Holy…Maina…”

The witcher was captivated by the breathtaking sight and murmured in disbelief.

How tall does an oak tree grow in a year?
How many years must have passed for its thick roots to absorb to achieve such a magnificent form?
"Buzz~"

The surging elemental fluctuations caused the wolf emblem to hum.

In a daze, the emerald glow emanating from the lush foliage seemed to travel hundreds of meters in an instant and land in his eyes.

then……

As the shimmering light danced on the water, he heard the forest singing.

He saw sunlight filtering through the dense, green canopy of the oak trees, dancing on the leaves, rocks, and soil.

The birds tilted their heads, chasing after the fine spots of light, their voices loud and clear.

The delicate, crisp sound of water came from all directions, and with the appearance of the water sound...

The scene before us is becoming increasingly beautiful and vibrant.

Earthworms wriggle their brown shells, turning over the soil; tumbleweeds take root on every piece of decaying wood; and then tall banyan trees droop down their thick aerial roots, blocking every ray of sunlight from the sky.

Finally, amidst the tinkling sound of water, he saw a lake.

The lake was as deep as jade and as dazzling as gold. The sunlight reflected off the lake was so dazzling that he couldn't help but close his eyes.

After closing my eyes, the tinkling sound of water in my ears only became louder.

The sound of water was soothing, joyful, healing, and calling out...

Just as the Witcher opened his eyes to see who was calling him, the sound of water containing a special whisper abruptly stopped, and the scene before him transformed back into the awe-inspiring giant tree—the sacred Mayna.

Then a warm current flowed through my body, as if I were in a slightly hot spring.

In the blink of an eye, Erin felt much more relaxed.

"That was... that mysterious forest that appeared after absorbing the elements of the Deer-Headed Spirit?!"

His eyes widened.

He thought... he thought he needed to learn the Druid's meditation techniques to re-enter that mysterious forest.

Unexpectedly, I saw that mysterious forest again on the inner edge of the Ring of Maidalui.

He was seriously injured this time. Although Vera stopped treatment yesterday and announced that he had recovered, he could actually feel that he was not in his best condition. His whole body felt like rusty gears, sluggish and sticky.

This is a condition that is beyond treatment and, without proper care and maintenance, may even develop into a chronic injury that is difficult to cure.

Vera's "Verdant Sigh," which can heal hidden injuries, has no effect on this condition. She can only continue treatment after several months, once the hidden injuries have fully formed and solidified.

But now, wherever that warm current flows, the texture between the skin is penetrated, and in no time, the whole body feels refreshed.

The hidden injuries that even Vera and Ada Emin couldn't cure for the time being were all healed so easily.

Arryn had no idea what connection this Druid Ring, the Holy Manina, or that mysterious woodland had.

All he knew was that he had come to the right place!

Just by approaching, without even truly learning the Druid's meditation, entering that mysterious forest, and reclaiming the power "residual" there, one can be so greatly affected.

What if we actually enter that woodland?
“The sacred Maina has stood here since the white boats of the mountain people landed on this world.”

"The Elven Royal Court has long since perished, the Free Elves are barely surviving, and only the Holy Mayna still stands..."

Ida Emin, oblivious to the Witcher's odd behavior, gazed at the distant giant tree with a complex expression.

Erin's thoughts were interrupted. She opened her mouth, about to say something.

Ada Emin, however, didn't linger long in the feeling of things having changed. After looking around, she said:

"The inner ring of the Ring of Maidalui is not a place outsiders can trespass on their own. We'll wait here..."

The words have not yet fallen.

"Boom~"

Emerald light shot into the sky from the heart of the Mayna Forest.

The clouds parted.

A soaring emerald glow spreads from a straight ray of light, originating from the heart of the Mayna Forest.

Wherever the beam of light covered the woodland, a rain of blue light began to fall.

An immense life force, following the spreading light and rain of light, descended upon the entire forest.

Erin paused for a moment, then subconsciously raised her hand.

Fine, emerald-green light rained down and seeped into his palm. The warmth that had just been depleted in his body suddenly seemed to flow into the ocean, and he could feel his limbs and bones still recovering.

Do not!
It wasn't just recovery; he felt his strength, agility, and physique were even improving.

Is this... an anomaly that happened because of me?

The Witcher immediately became alert, subtly retracting his raised hand, focusing his attention, and glancing at Ada Emin:

Ada Emin was also stunned by the breathtaking sight, gazing at the emerald glow soaring into the sky.

"What is this?" Erin controlled her expression and cautiously looked around.

“The Ring of Maidalui… the Great Master’s Praise of Life…” Ada Emin answered instinctively before noticing the Witcher’s wariness and explained with a smile, “Don’t worry, this isn’t a bad thing.”

"On the contrary, this is a very rare opportunity for a patient like you who has just recovered from a serious injury."

"This scale of celebration of life can even regenerate severed limbs."

"The Grand Master of the Ring of Maidalui?" Erin frowned.

Aida Emin nodded: "He is the Reindeer Saint, the strongest and oldest Druid, and the only representative of nature in the human world, the true master of the Ring of Maidalui..."

"Even in the era when the Elven Empire conquered the entire northern continent, the Elven King had to maintain respect for the Druid Saints; the titles of Elven Sage and Enlightened One were once used to honor such beings..."

"And him and you?" Erin looked at the red-haired female elf.

The red-haired female elf rolled her eyes: "I said 'in the past.' 'The elven royal court, which once conquered the entire northern continent, at its peak had only three sages, but now…'"

She paused for a moment: "The requirements for elven sages and omniscient individuals are now far less stringent than they used to be."

Erin nodded, seemingly lost in thought.

Strong individuals require a large amount of resources to sustain them.

Having been weakened to the point of being relegated to a corner, and even continuing its relentless decline, it is indeed unlikely that the free elves will ever again produce an expert from the Elven Court era.

However, whether it is to stabilize public sentiment or to deter foreign powers, such a title is needed, so the requirements can only be lowered.

This is not difficult to understand.

But this also reminded Erin of Avalak, the people of Alder.

In the original work, Avalak is also a knowledgeable one, and El El and Ian Siddi separated from Ian Wooddod thousands of years ago.

Therefore, Ada Emin's statement is incorrect, or at least partially incorrect.

The title of the Enlightened One does not originate from the era of the Elven Court, but from the much earlier time of Ain Wood, before Ain El and Ain Siddi split due to their conflicts and disagreements.

It's not surprising that Ada Emin would make a mistake. After all, Ragnarok brought by the White Frost and the destruction of the Elven Court have buried too much history and knowledge in the dust. They didn't even know that the Wild Hunt was their long-separated brother.

However, the value of the title of "Knowledgeable One" is quite debatable, since, whether in the past or present, among the elves, only the two or three strongest individuals can be called Knowledgeable Ones.

All along, perhaps because the Wild Hunt's presence was too strong, or perhaps because Avalak's fate in the game was too tragic—after Oberon Mushitaki was poisoned to death by Eredin, Avalak was ostracized due to his conflict with Eredin and cursed into a stupid and incompetent little monster named Uma—and because his beloved Laura Dorren (the source of She-Ra's Elder Blood) had been helping She-Ra out of love for her and was a member of the main group, Arryn's attention was focused on Eredin, the king of the Wild Hunt.

However, in reality, Avalak, as an enlightened being, is no weaker than Eredin, or at least not much weaker, and is a force to be reckoned with.

and……

"In the original story, the fact that the main characters were able to win over Avalak suggests that Avalak and Eredin had an underlying conflict. Could I take advantage of that?"

Erin fell into deep thought due to the sudden inspiration.

It's hard.

The conflict between Avalak and Eredin arose because Oberon Mukhitazi, the Alder King, was poisoned by Eredin, and Avalak remained loyal to the Alder King.

Another reason is that She-Ra is the descendant of Laura Dorren, whom she loved dearly, and like Harry Potter and Snape, she has a pair of green eyes that are very similar to Laura Dorren's.

Arryn has no ancient blood, his eyes are blue, and he is not a descendant of Laura Dorren.

"But it's not like there's absolutely no chance..." Erin thought to himself.

In Ban Ad, the Wild Hunt was able to find his location, clearly because the "future" Eridin conveyed some message to the present Eridin.

If it were possible to connect Avalak's "future" with the present, and even the "future" of Oberon Mukhitazi, who was poisoned, with the present...

It's not that there's no chance, but it's very difficult...

It certainly won't be easy for Eredin to get information about the "future," otherwise Avalak and Oberon Mukhitazi, who are at the same level, would have had the same way to get it, and would have found a way to kill him long ago.

How outrageous!

How did Erudin get the information? Isn't there any paradox of time and space in this world?
Ailin's words are utterly incomprehensible.

However, on the other hand, whether it's the final threat from "Future" Eredin, his recent words to Ben Ade, or the inexplicable sense of loss he felt after returning from "Future," all these indicate that the key to Eredin obtaining the information from "Future" lies with this Son of Miracles.

Then.

Oberon Mukhitazi probably has little chance left.

However, if Avalak were to travel to the "future" through some opportunity, preferably after Avalak had just recovered from the cursed state of the little monster "Uma" and then travel back, Avalak would also be able to obtain the news that Oberon Muhitazi would be poisoned to death by Eredin.

"Future" Avalak would certainly be willing to send a message back.

“The key issue is still how to ‘travel through time’ again,” Erin frowned. “We need to find an opportunity to visit the tomb that Wiggerts excavated, the one suspected to be that of the great prophet Islinne Egri Epp Evinion…”

Thinking of this, Erin's brows furrowed even deeper.

"It's Islinne again... the priestess of Gwendolyn, the Daughter of Spring..."

"There's another reason to dig up information about Lydia the Devout and Gwendolia, the Daughter of Spring, from the Druid Zebi Ortega..."

“Ayrin…Ayrin…” Ada Emin’s voice interrupted the Witcher’s chaotic thoughts.

Seeing that he looked lost in thought, Ida Emin asked curiously, "What are you thinking about?"

“Sorry,” Erin said, snapping out of her reverie, making up a flimsy excuse, “I was thinking about Henry Geddemidis…”

"Which is stronger, Hen Gedimidis or the Grand Master of the Ring of Maidruid?"

Aida Emin thought for a moment and said, "In nature, in a place with abundant vegetation, no Grand Master can rival her. Even poisoning would be warned by the will of Mother Nature beforehand..."

That is, whether it's detached from the natural environment or Hen Gedimidis is stronger... Erin knew in his heart.

At this time.

A commotion arose from behind, not from the inner ring of the Druids' Circle.

Erin and Ada Emin turned around instinctively.

A large group of druids surrounded a strong old man with a weathered face, a slightly hunched back, but thick black hair and beard, hurrying towards the inner ring.

The old man's most distinctive feature was his beard, which was almost touching the ground and braided into a thick, long black plait.

The excited clamor quickly became clearer as the old man approached.

"Why would the Grand Master awaken at this time? Has Master Kano reappeared in the Sacred Forest, or has someone else found the Golden-haired Beast?"

"No, when you found me, I was meditating. At that time, the Sacred Grove was peaceful and there was nothing unusual about it..."

"You may feel that everything is calm and normal, but it may not actually be calm and normal. The masters have many ways to deceive our senses in the sacred forest."

"That's true, but..."

……

"Alright, stop arguing. We'll find out what was said when we meet the Grand Master."

The druid, with his beard and hair reaching the ground, waved his hand and looked up to see Ada Emin and Vera standing at the inner ring boundary. His eyes lit up, and he quickened his pace, instructing those around him, "Keep quiet, come with me to see our distinguished guests."

Ada Emin then stepped forward and exchanged pleasantries.

The Witcher, trailing behind the red-haired elf, was observing Zebi Ortega—his future druidic mentor—while pondering a question…

“Saint Lin…Master Cano…Golden Beast…”

"This sounds familiar..."

(End of this chapter)