Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 660 The Druidic Meditation Technique Takes Effect! Re-entering the Sacred Grove!
Yes.

In fact, after Izebi Ortega explained the key points of Druidic meditation to him, Erin was already able to communicate with the will of Mother Nature in the Maidalui Ring.

After all, Druidic meditation is only the foundation for Druidic apprentices.

It is different from the Wolf School's two-handed swords, which require years of training for Witchers.

In reality, Druidic meditation is only equivalent to the static posture of each basic sword stance in the Wolf School's two-handed swordsmanship. It does not require the smooth transition from one sword stance to another, let alone the ability to instinctively use the most appropriate move at the most opportune moment in actual combat.

Moreover, the Witcher's meditation method was derived from the Druid's meditation method, with modifications made to incorporate features of the Warlock's meditation method.

It simply removes the ability to communicate with Mother Nature and sense the magic of the elements, only enhancing the ability to sense time and quickly recover stamina.

According to Izebi Ortega, the Druid's meditation method is only to feel the power of nature and get closer to the source of the sacred forest, while Arryn had already communicated with Mother Nature several times through "Beast Roar: Wild Words".

How could you not learn that?

However, Erin was mindful of the commotion he caused on the first day when he first stepped into the inner ring of the Ring of Maidalui, which is why he hadn't actually tried it yet.

This is also impossible.

It is true that most of the druids in the Ring of Maidal are a group of respectable elders.

But Erin himself still doesn't understand how he entered the Sacred Forest through the "elephant's element"? What was the water from the sacred lake that he drank? And why was his appearance in the Sacred Forest that of the golden-haired beast King Kano from the cutscene, the red-quality treasure chest that opened the Path of the Beast's Roar?

How could I be so foolish as to expose myself like that?
Although he felt a little sorry for Izebe Ortega, Erin remained hidden and waited for the right opportunity.

until today……

Through casual conversations with Izebi Ortega, Simmons, and Olga, they uncovered the anomaly caused by entering the inner ring on the first day. Although it alarmed the Grand Master and other druids of the Maidalud Ring, the druids did not pinpoint the source of the disturbance to within the ring. Instead, they sent most of the druids to the area outside the Maidalud Ring, within the Sacred Grove. After all, they found it hard to imagine that a "druid master from another world, born from the convergence of celestial spheres," would enter the Sacred Grove for the first time during meditation, only to find his true form unsuspectingly within the Maidalud Ring.

They also figured out the recent "daily routine" of the Grand Master of the Ring of Maidruid.

Furthermore, Izebi Ortega will be sent to the Skellige Islands in a couple of days, and if he discovers a problem during meditation, there will be no way to seek answers then.

Today is the perfect time.

"call--"

Erin let out a long breath, no longer hesitating, and the tendrils of his mind immediately reached out to touch that loving and majestic will.

next second.

"Om~"

The wolf emblem on his chest hummed.

Touching the spiritual tendrils of that towering will, one is immediately enveloped by a warm and gentle current, which spreads and extends...

Some very soft voices, like a mother's, gentle, kind, and bright... lulled him to sleep, making him feel as if he were lying in the most comfortable and safest cradle in the world.

He did not resist...
-
Inner ring of the Ring of Maidalui.

Beneath the towering, sacred trees of Mayna, a pure white reindeer with magnificent antlers lies on the soft grass.

The golden rays of the setting sun shone on its massive, ebony antlers, covered with drooping moss, creating a beautiful interplay of blue and gold. They were less like antlers and more like a crown for the creatures of this lakeside.

Solemn, beautiful and majestic.

Ok……

It should have been solemn, beautiful, and majestic, but at this moment, the reindeer was tilting its head.

A glossy-feathered crow stands on a large horn, seemingly listening to the whispers of other crows, which looks somewhat comical.

"Survival of the fittest..."

The reindeer murmured, its aged, hoarse yet powerful voice echoing, as if it were chewing on these two sentences.

“Yes, Great Master,” the crow also spoke in human language, “Among bears, there are brown bears and grizzly bears. It’s survival of the fittest. Although they are all bears, bears living in snowy mountains have thicker fur, while those in plains have thinner fur. Although butterflies are beautiful, they were originally just caterpillars…”

"Could it be that the golden-haired beast hasn't grown up yet, or perhaps it's in a different form to adapt to Mother Nature and this world?"

The reindeer lowered its head and pondered for a few seconds, its dark eyes gleaming with wisdom.

“Izebi Ortega, this is not something your druidic path can explore. Where do your insights come from?” The reindeer looked up at the raven, but was blocked by the moss hanging from its antlers.

The crow seemed to be used to this, flapping its wings and leaping down to grab the reindeer's chest on the grass: "He's a very interesting apprentice I took on a few days ago..."

"A newly accepted apprentice?"

Didn't Vincent tell you?

“For some reason, Vincennes has been avoiding me these past few days…” Reindeer’s tone was somewhat helpless. “After finishing our daily business within the Druid Circle, she made an excuse about being busy and hurriedly left.”

"The other druids were all in a hurry too, and you know, they're all a bit afraid of me and won't talk about anything else..."

"So, is there anything special about that apprentice?"

"I remember this isn't the time for apprentices to be assigned mentors..."

“Uh…” Raven thought of the man that Vinsenna had brought back and realized that Vinsenna had really gone to great lengths to keep it from the Grand Master.

After a barely perceptible pause, the crow opened its beak and said, "They're not afraid, they just respect you too much."

“That apprentice wasn’t trained by the Druid Circle. He was originally a witcher from the Wolf School, but after being saved by that girl Vinsena in some accident, he seems to have become interested in the Druid path and is now asking me for advice.”

"The phrases I just mentioned about 'survival of the fittest' were exactly what he said today, I repeated them verbatim..."

“A Witcher…that’s quite rare, but he certainly chose the right mentor…” The reindeer raised an eyebrow in a human-like manner, asking curiously, “How far did he travel in the Sacred Forest?”

“It’s been five days and he still hasn’t entered the Sacred Forest. What kind of teacher did he choose…” Crow shook his head and smiled bitterly.

The reindeer paused for a moment, then comforted him, "Killing may obscure the love of Mother Nature, but it will not hinder a druid who devoutly believes in the way of nature on his path in the sacred forest. Perhaps he just needs more time."

“I think so too. It’s just a pity that I’ll be going to Skellige in two days.” Raven was quite satisfied with his new apprentice. Apart from a slight lack of talent, there were no other problems.

"Let's not talk about him anymore, what do you think?" He steered the conversation back on track.

The reindeer thought for a moment, then asked in return, "What do you think, Izebe?"

"If the golden-haired beast really does exhibit different shapes depending on its environment and stage of development, that's too broad a range. I can't possibly have the children search for every species they've never seen before."

The crow gently tapped the grass on the ground with its beak, pondering for a moment. "It shouldn't change too much. It's possible for a bear to turn into a spider, but the probability is too low," it murmured. "Perhaps we can start with the color of the fur, the size, and the density of the hair. Golden fur is too obvious; when the children are searching, they'll likely only look at the color..."

"If we haven't found it by starting with these three aspects, we should broaden our search..."

“Yes, that’s fine,” the reindeer nodded, agreeing with the idea. “I’ll inform Vison…”

Under the shade of the sacred Mayna trees, a fresh forest breeze suddenly arose, rustling the branches of the surrounding oak trees and interrupting the reindeer's words.

As the reindeer raised their heads to feel the breeze, Lin Feng suddenly disappeared again.

"What's wrong?" the crow asked.

The reindeer lowered its head thoughtfully for a moment before looking up: "It's nothing. I'll inform Vincennes. When you go to Skellige, be careful too..."

"I will." Seeing that there was nothing else, the crow prepared to get up and leave.

“Wait,” the reindeer suddenly called out to him, “Tell me more about your new apprentice, I want to hear about it…”
-
The forest is singing.

Sunlight filters through the dense, lush green canopy of the oak trees, dancing on the leaves, rocks, and soil.

Enveloped in waist-high grass, Erin stared blankly at the scene before her, her right hand sinking into the soft soil as she propped herself up.

He arrived at that mysterious woodland, a place soberly known as the Sacred Grove by the druids of the Maynard Ruid Ring.

His first instinct was to cautiously look around.

This meadow is roughly an irregular circle, with not only waist-high grass, but also soil, stones, and flowers of various colors, making it look just like a real meadow in reality.

However, further out, there is a clearly defined oak forest, which seems to be devoid of any grass or flowers, making it different from the outside world.

Once Erin confirmed that no one was around, she relaxed a little.

“Perhaps the druids have all been sent outside the Ring of the Maidal…” Erin thought. “No, in most parts of Temuria, druids can reach the Sacred Grove simply by meditating.”

"The druids of the Ring of Maidal are probably busy searching for the Kano Beast, or perhaps they need to eat at this time of year and rarely meditate anyway..."

"Hmm, it could also be this area, which is reserved for novice druids and where no one else is usually..."

He did inquire about what he would encounter after entering the sacred forest.

However, there seemed to be some custom or tradition surrounding the Ring of Maidalui. Izebi Ortega, Simmons, and Olga all remained mysterious and did not answer, only saying that they would know when they learned meditation.

To avoid arousing suspicion, he didn't dare to ask any further questions.

"It's been a long time coming," Erin sighed, looking at the stunning scenery before him. "It's been almost three months since I first came to this forest to absorb the essence of the stag spirit, and I'm only now returning to this pristine land."

This was the first time he had ever spent so much time trying to learn a new skill.

Of course, the Wolf School's two-handed sword doesn't count; he obtained it immediately after transmigrating and then used experience orbs all the way.

In the past, neither alchemy nor ritual studies had taken this long.

The main reason is that Vera knows too much. If you want to learn something, you can just ask her directly. There's no need to spend too much time searching for a skill.

To be honest, this time the pace of learning Druid meditation was normal, no, according to the normal pace of the Northern Continent, it was even fast.

Not everyone can have a portal to go wherever they want. Moreover, although druids are "teachers for all," the requirements and assessments for admitting new members are very strict, especially since he directly became a disciple of the archdruid Izebi Ortega.

In the world of Witcher, the farthest most ordinary people travel in their lives is to the city near their village.

If it weren't for his identity as a witcher and the good reputation of the Wolf School, it wouldn't have been easy for him to learn Druidic meditation.

No extraordinary organization will casually disseminate extraordinary techniques.

After a moment of reflection, Erin was about to take a stroll in the meadow when he suddenly remembered something and reached out his hand.

The marks left on the wrists from years of wearing leather gloves, the deep and shallow scars on the back of the hands, the calluses on the web of the thumb and the five fingers...

These are the hands of a seasoned witcher, hands that shouldn't be there at this time.

He paused, then quickly touched his face.

"What's going on?!" The Witcher's azure cat-like eyes suddenly narrowed to slits. "Should I... have appeared in the Sacred Forest as King Cano?"

He clearly remembered that when he first entered the Sacred Forest, he crossed the reindeer and looked through the surface of the Nameless Lake at a giant beast with long, golden fur and sharp fangs protruding from its mouth.

If he were to wander through the Sacred Forest disguised as a Witcher, how could he conceal his identity if he were spotted by other Druids?
"and many more!"

Erin thought of a possibility.

"Could it be that in this grassland of the primordial land, all druids appear in their own forms?"

“That’s right, that should be it. Although Izebi Ortega, Simmons, and Olga didn’t say it, according to Ada Emin, only druids who have acquired the method to transform into beasts, that is, the ‘Holy Form,’ can be called archdruids.”

“When I was learning meditation, Instructor Izebi didn’t ask me to visualize any image. Entering the sacred forest, I was just visualizing my own image…”

The more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed, and Erin breathed a slight sigh of relief.

“If that’s the case, then my previous guess should be correct,” he said, looking around the lush, green woodland once more. “This grassland should belong only to the druid apprentices; there won’t be a second person’s ‘birthplace’ here…”

Having understood the situation, Erin stopped and walked forward.

Even though he guessed that this empty, deserted grassland was his own birthplace, Erin didn't walk forward carelessly. Instead, he crouched down and carefully explored outwards, using the waist-high grass as cover.

"Shasha~Shasha~"

The grass blades rubbed against my smooth body, making a rustling sound, but instead of itching, it felt very comfortable, as if countless hands were massaging my tired muscles.

Arlin didn't know if the other druid apprentices were like this, but he quickly reached the edge of the meadow without any hindrance.

"call--"

With a sigh of relief, Erin looked at the thick oak tree that was close at hand, took a step forward, and stepped into the flat oak forest.

Just then.

The Witcher paused, as a flood of information rushed into his mind.

[Ding! **** detected. Do you wish to accept ****'s divine spell "Blood Boiling Technique"?]

(End of this chapter)