Why Wolves Are Wolves

All schools of witchers in the world originated from the Witcher Conclave.

The School of the Cat is no exception.

Although few people know why the infamous and wicked School of the Cat's forefathers left the Witcher Conclave.

Even the leader of the School of the Cat has forgotten the history of his school.

But Soyer knew.

He had witnessed firsthand those who were once as young as him, helpless in the face of the Order's decline, indignant at Anahad's fratricidal acts, and filled with fervent desire to reclaim the glory of the Witcher and protect humanity from rampant monsters...

Therefore, they used the domestic cat, which is closest to humans and catches rodents for them, as their emblem.

So they chose to leave the Order and seek a way to revive the Witcher.

Shaquille, Hewitt, Zaharia, Siegfried...

Even with his eyes closed, Soyer can still clearly recall their cynical, burning pupils.

pity.

They are all dead.

They disappeared without a trace.

When Soyer saw the cat's emblem again on the land of the Northern Continent.

They have become known as "murderous witchers" and have found a path to survival that is completely different from the intentions of their predecessors.

Violence, radicalism, cruelty, extremism...

The school of thought that yearned to be close to humanity became both the closest and the furthest from humanity.

The cat's claws no longer reach for large rats, but instead slash at human arteries in the darkness.

He watched Tresius and Guksat leave.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a magnificent royal robe stained with a blurry mess of blood and mud.

Soyer sighed softly.

"Time is truly the most unpredictable and unpredictable change!"

After the integration with other lands ceased.

Chaos reigned in the stands of the arena.

The roars of monsters and the screams of humans were accompanied by the chaotic magic tricks of various apprentices.

They didn't kill many water ghosts, but accidentally injured many of their companions.

Even the mature male wizards scattered and fled for their lives.

The king died, and the vice-principal also met with misfortune.

Passing this important message on to their respective families was far more important than saving some unknown apprentices.

that's all.

Even the lowest-level monsters, the water ghosts, have become a major problem in the arena's stands.

Even though their numbers are actually not many.

but.

Such a scene is understandable.

After all, since the emergence of witchers, wizards are no longer needed to help human settlements eliminate invading monsters.

Most male wizards end up as low-level wizards who make alchemical potions or tools, or at best, help nobles break curses.

It would be strange if a wizard who only knows theory didn't panic when he actually saw a monster with its gaping maw.

then.

This chaos lasted for a long time.

Until the four Witchers from the School of the Wolf appeared in the stands.

Ignoring the chaotic group of Sorcerer Apprentice, Vesemir, Huus, Bont, and Fred dodged the various colored spells and charged straight at the menacing water ghost.

Before long, the blood of the water ghosts who died so easily under the witcher's sword calmed the Sorcerer Apprentice down from their panic.

"These... these monsters don't seem so scary after all?"

"Even these monsters...the Witcher can kill them...we are creators...um...noble sorcerers..."

"A few fireballs will do the trick. Don't embarrass our Ben Ade in front of the Witcher..."

The Sorcerer Apprentice ' chaotic morale rose with each word of self-encouragement.

"With the king dead here, what face does Ban Ade have left?"

A faint voice came from somewhere.

The high morale immediately waned.

They were almost all sons of nobles, but apart from the most distinguished ones, most were merely servants and experimental supplies for male wizards.

Unlike Jens, who had the audacity to deliver a sarcastic remark in front of the king.

The king died in Ban Ade, a once-in-a-century event.

Many people even doubt whether Ben Ade's tower can continue to stand tall in the vast Kedwen.

What will become of them...?

Could it be that she's going to become a witch in Aretuza?

"We still have Dean Hen Gedimidis, everything will be alright!" said one of the Sorcerer Apprentice.

"But the Dean is three or four hundred years old, and he hasn't shown up yet..." another Sorcerer Apprentice retorted.

Silence descended.

After a long time...

"Let's get rid of these disgusting water ghosts first!"

The apprentice, who had just escaped from the clutches of the water ghost, sighed as he watched the witcher slaying monsters in the distance, ending the pointless argument.

"Master Vesemir, why should we help these wizards?" Fred beheaded the water ghost with a single stroke of his sword. "They clearly look down on us."

With his right middle finger bent, Bont stood beside him and gave Fred a push to the side.

"Yes, Master Vesemir, the fact that those School of the Cat beasts attacked us might be related to those male witches."

The two water ghosts, who were about to ambush Fred, suddenly lost their balance.

A flash of silver light.

Huus spun around and slashed.

The two water ghosts were separated from their bodies.

The foul-smelling, dark red blood gushed out instantly, terrifying the Sorcerer Apprentice had fallen to the ground, who scrambled away, tears streaming down his face.

Huus glanced disdainfully at the variegated, transparent liquid on the ground, mingled with bright red and dark red blood, and echoed:

"Bont and Fred are right, they don't deserve our help at all."

A dozen meters away from them, Vesemir stood expressionless, brandishing his longsword with both hands.

The sharp blade traced circle after circle around him.

The approaching water ghost was torn to pieces, from its palms and arms to its head.

"Because we are Witchers of the School of the Wolf, the rightful heirs of Witcher Conclave whose highest creed is to save humanity..."

Halfway through his sentence, Vesemir noticed that the young witchers seemed rather impatient.

Then, his tone faltered, and he sighed, saying:

"And isn't that what Ailin did too?"

"He could have left with us right now..."

really.

Upon hearing Ailin's name, Huus, Bont, and Fred glanced at the Witcher in the arena and immediately fell silent.

He continued cleaning up the water monsters in the stands, his head covered and panting heavily.

Although Vesemir had anticipated this, he hadn't expected Ailin to hold such a high position in the hearts of several young witchers.

He glanced instinctively at the center of the arena and saw that Ailin was easily subdued by the "King of Ice" and the horde of water monsters. He couldn't help but sigh in admiration:

"Ailin's strength has increased again!"

"Caw!"

Amidst the piercing roar.

Ailin rolled away to dodge the giant foot that the Drowners King was kicking at him.

Then, in the instant he stood up, his right index finger swiftly extended forward.

A burst of blazing red flames erupted from Ailin's palm, igniting the six water ghosts beside the Drowners King.

Immediately afterwards, he sidestepped again, dodging the Drowners King's enraged, bright red webbed claws.

The right index finger is bent forward again.

Then they set fire to the four water ghosts on the other side.

The scorching flames burned the water ghosts to a crisp in seconds, and they died with screams of agony.

"Hunting Mission: Water Ghost II" has been completed.

There was no need for Ailin to control the flame temperature of the Igni Sign anymore; he would just do whatever it took to kill the water ghost as quickly as possible.

As for the Drowners King...

The real Drowners King is not easy to deal with when surrounded by Water Demons.

Although it may seem like it only has two more spells than the fake one, the difficulty of solving it is worlds apart.

The Ice Lance Spell is alright.

It's just an attack spell.

With Ailin's current attributes, she can easily handle either dodging or using the sign: Otherrhop Magic Shield.

But that blue magic shield is really annoying.

After being broken once, the Drowners King let out a "quack" and instantly recovered.

In addition, the constant harassment from the surrounding water ghosts made it difficult to even inflict wounds on the Drowners King.

Therefore, after Quen Shield was broken twice without warning, Ailin immediately changed tactics.

While dodging the Drowners King's attacks, quickly clear out the surrounding water demons.

fortunately.

The other three large monsters were on the main stage, and the chief was mocking them.

Otherwise, there will be two Drowners King and two Giant Drowner.

Even if the rewards from the Witcher's Handbook were incredibly generous, he'd still have to slip away.

But now...

"Gurgle~"

Listening to the screams of the monsters in the main stands, I glanced out of the corner of my eye as the chief casually chopped a Giant Drowner off piece by piece from its tail.

Ailin just hoped the chief would kill the monsters slowly, leaving him a few.

Otherwise, it would be very frustrating if the Main Quest of Witcher's Handbook got stuck because someone else stole the monster.

"Pfft~"

Ailin his sword and spun around.

Elsa streaked across the sky in a graceful silver arc.

In the arena.

The last water ghost spat out foul-smelling blood and lay eternal rest here with his companions.

The next second.

It was as if Ailin had eyes popped out from the back of his head.

Bending over and rolling over.

"Thump!"

The water ghost's corpse on the ground was instantly smashed into a pile of minced meat.

There are many more pieces of minced meat like this in this arena.

Dark red with a blackish tinge.

It almost completely covered the ground.

The original yellowish-brown color of the sandy soil is completely unrecognizable.

After letting out a long breath, Ailin suddenly pulled his right foot back and leaned his upper body backward.

"Whoosh!"

The claws sliced through the air and pierced through Ailin's chest.

Even young witchers could see the red blood vessels on the webbed right claw of the Drowners King.

Turn around and take two steps back to create distance.

"After playing for so long, it's my turn!"

Ailin looked at the Drowners King, who was trembling and panting heavily, twisted his wrist, twirled his sword, and flicked away the bloodstains on the blade.

Then, with practiced ease, he took out a bottle of Ghoul Oil from the reagent bag and quickly dressed Elsa in a thin red veil.

at last...

Demon Hunter!

Dodging the water ghost's corpse, Ailin took two steps forward.

At the same time, Divine Power invaded the Drowners King's magical Favor Field.

"Caw!"

The frail prey suddenly charged forward, causing the Drowners King to roar in fury.

The sound was deafening.

After all attributes reached level 30, dealing with the Drowners King one-on-one became exceptionally easy.

"Whoosh!"

A silver light suddenly struck the Drowners King's arm, which was slapping down towards his head.

"Bang!"

The fluorescent blue magic shield shattered instantly.

[Demon Hunting] Progress 6%.

This is power.

His strength allowed him to cleave through the Drowners King's magical shield with a single sword strike.

"Caw~"

The roar drowned out the sound of the wind whistling from behind.

But Ailin's keen hearing caught it instantly.

While ducking to avoid the claw attack.

Ailin flipped his wrists.

The silver blade, gleaming with a dangerous pale red light, suddenly stabbed upwards from under his armpit towards the sky.

"Sizzle~"

Before the Drowners King's newly formed blue shield could spread to his arm, it was pierced by Elsa.

Warm, scarlet blood fell onto Ailin's neck.

This is perception and agility.

His perception allowed him to clearly capture every move of the monster.

His agility allowed him to clearly see the movements and easily dodge the incoming attacks.

As for physical constitution...

It runs throughout, allowing Ailin's Witcher body to perfectly support these three attributes.

This allows Ailin to take more damage and recover from his injuries faster.

[Demon Hunting] Progress 51%.

The sword strike, coated with Ghoul Oil, instantly increased the demon-hunting progress by 45%.

actually.

With Ailin's current strength, even without using the Demon Hunter skill, he is confident he can kill the Drowners King.

It's just too slow!

You have to break through the shields, and before the Drowners King can open the next shield, you have to quickly deal damage to the monster and bleed it out.

We really have to deal with the monsters this way.

By then.

The leader must have already eliminated all the other monsters.

"Caw~"

The Drowners King, who had been slightly injured by a slash, was enraged.

It never expected that such a tiny prey would actually hurt it, would actually dare to hurt it.

then.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!..."

Like a madman, the Drowners King stomped the ground repeatedly, trying to crush the bold little prey into a pulp.

"Pfft~"

"Pfft~"

The flesh and blood of the dead water ghosts were trampled on repeatedly.

Brown dust was hurled away by the turbulent airflow.

In a short while.

Smoke and dust enveloped the entire arena.

To ensure that outsiders cannot see the interior.

"Is that witcher dead?"

On the stands where almost all the water ghosts had been wiped out, a wizard apprentice asked instinctively.

No one answered.

Then the next moment.

"Bang!"

The blue shield that the Drowners King had exposed on his body suddenly shattered into fluorescent blue dust.

Then, the Drowners King's expression turned one of sudden panic.

The demon hunter, gripping his longsword, suddenly leaped out of the smoke and dust, lightly stepping on the wall next to where the Drowners King was grabbing at it haphazardly.

Its figure, as light as a leaf, floated just above the monster's head.

Then.

Turn around, spin around.

Everyone in the stands who was watching the battle all saw a pair of blue Cat Eyes at that moment.

It seemed as if at that moment, I was glanced at by those strange, cold, blue Cat Eyes.

That one glance.

It was as cold as the snow on the On the Blue Mountains.

A chill touched my soul, and the breath of death brushed against my neck.

The next second.

Cut!

A dark red light suddenly flashed across the monster's neck.

Thin lines of blood appeared on the flesh, instantly splitting the head and body in two.

"Hiss~"

At that moment, the audience seemed to simultaneously remember how to breathe, taking a deep breath of the early spring chill.

at the same time,

After the demon hunt, Ailin gently landed on the ground.

Just as he was considering whether he should use blink to teleport to the main stands.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

Three large monsters suddenly fell one after another six meters in front of him.

Ailin instinctively looked in the direction of the sound, and her blue Cat Eyes widened instantly.

Those... those three demons had all lost their arms.

The two Giant Drowner even had a large portion of their tails missing.

What does this mean?

Ailin looked up in confusion at the Chief of the School of the Wolf.