The Monster Hunter Army's Great Leap Forward! What Kind of Wolf Is the School of the Wolf's Wolf?

Under the blazing sun, summer insects chirped incessantly.

Outside the window, in the small courtyard in front of the house, the green lawn was withered by the sun. A gentle breeze blew by, bringing with it a unique summer laziness and drowsiness, making one want to sleep under the scorching sun until dusk.

certainly.

Adding to this languid atmosphere is the secluded and deserted environment, and the temple life atmosphere that seems to come from a different world, emanating from the forest trails.

His gaze passed through the window and landed on the lawn in front of the house. Ailin then looked at the direction of the sun in the sky and paused in surprise.

Everyone in the temple knows about the School of the Wolf's witchers. They go out early and return late every day to hunt monsters, and it's normal that no one bothers them.

The Monster Hunter Army soldiers were stationed at the "front line" and had been clearing the area for three or four days. The traces of the ghouls were no longer close to Arland, and it was impossible for them to come back from such a long distance.

It was strange that Vesemir and the group of young Witchers from the Monster Hunting Legion, who were separated by several walls, couldn't wake him up.

"What happened?" Ailin pricked up his ears.

Even a Witcher's senses aren't always fully open, especially their hearing.

Otherwise, even the slightest sounds within a radius of a dozen meters, such as earthworms wriggling, flies grinding their teeth, and birds and butterflies fluttering, can make one dizzy and disoriented.

Filter out the noisy cicada chirping and the rustling of leaves in the breeze...

"Whoosh—hiss—"

The long, drawn-out, and rhythmic breathing of Vesemir, Ernie, Klar, and their group immediately reached Ailin's ears.

What's even more peculiar is the sound of the eight people's breathing. Without careful discernment, the eight people sound as if they were one person, and even their heartbeats faintly overlap.

"This is... this is practicing the Path of the Battle Roar?" Ailin raised an eyebrow.

"The battle cry I was practicing unexpectedly triggered a resonance... No... Vesemir isn't a member of the Monster Hunting Legion... So it must be the effect of my breakthrough last night..."

He quickly figured out the truth.

Of course, it's related to the rhythm of breathing, and the rhythm of the heartbeat also matches the rhythm during the "Beast Roar: Berserk" training, so there aren't many possibilities.

He stood there, head bowed, pondering for a few seconds, then leaped out of the small house.

The leather boots landed on the lawn without making a sound.

Vesemir doesn't like to close the windows when he sleeps.

Ailin took a few steps and immediately saw Vesemir meditating cross-legged on the bed through the open window.

"Whoosh—hiss—"

The rhythmic breathing sounds were clearer at this moment, like a beast sleeping soundly in the forest, ready to burst forth at any moment.

The moment Ailin's gaze fell upon Vesemir, the Witcher Master's eyelids twitched noticeably.

"So sensitive?" He looked away in surprise.

When witchers are meditating, they are naturally on guard. They will be awakened immediately if they are stared at with murderous intent or if there is any movement around them.

But he had deliberately slowed his pace, even employing the stealth techniques of a level 6 School of the Cat Two-Handed Sword. The two were separated by more than half a room, and there was no killing intent in their sight.

Given Vesemir's past level of expertise, he certainly wouldn't have been able to detect it.

"That's interesting."

Ailin became interested and, with a thought, gave Vesemir an appraisal.

Name: Vesemir

[Attributes: Strength 66 (+2), Agility 64 (+1), Constitution 79 (+1), Perception 84, Mysticism 54]

It added four attribute points, which is not as good as his sixteen points in one night, but for Vesemir, it almost means several years of hard training.

so...

Although the skill panel does not indicate that "Battle Cry: Berserk" can increase attributes, can it still be trained in essence?

Or perhaps...

The description on the skill panel is correct. The reason why it is not mentioned that War Cry can be trained is simply because the prerequisite for War Cry to improve attributes is that it must be guided by Beast Roar.

Um...

The latter is more likely and better aligns with his imagination of tribal personal dependence relationships.

It's easy to see from the opening scene of the Path of the Beast Roar.

At that time, everyone was receiving the inheritance of the Path of the Beast Roar, but the true Path of the Beast Roar was the one that Italino — the One-Eyed Serpent Giant possessed by Ailin —received, which required the sacrifice of the giant beast called King Kano.

What do the other One-Eyed Serpent Giant cubs inherit?

War Cry!

It must be a war cry!

Therefore, it's reasonable that "Battle Cry: Berserk" cannot fail to increase strength.

"However, the Witcher is different from the tribal One-Eyed Serpent Giant."

"No matter what the One-Eyed Serpent Giant does, he always returns to his tribe, but the Witcher only spends the winter in Kaer Morhen."

"Even members of the Monster Hunting Legion can't stay by his side forever. They will all have to lead their own teams in the future, and they will inevitably have to separate..."

Thinking of this, Ailin frowned.

To prevent the Path of the Beast Roar from being leaked, all that's needed is to grasp the source of enlightenment.

Unlike the One-Eyed Serpent Giant tribe, the Witcher doesn't need to lock up his members in layers; all other measures are superfluous to him...

Um?

Ailin suddenly felt himself being watched, and instinctively looked up, just in time to meet the gaze of a pair of dazed, dark golden Cat Eyes that seemed to have just woken up from a dream.

"Ailin?" Vesemir's gaze sharpened as he asked, puzzled. "How...how could you be peeping through the window...um...it's dawn! Ailin, what time is it?"

peep...

That's what you meant, right...?

Ailin was slightly embarrassed.

no way.

Reality isn't a game. In a game, if you max out your stealth skills, you can steal things from the front and the target won't be able to see you at all.

In reality, no matter how high the level of the School of the Cat Two-Handed Sword is improved, it is still through slight adjustments to body posture, footwork, and other minor movements that turn the ordinary into the extraordinary.

In other words, he now resembles a School of the Cat witcher without murderous intent.

To be more precise, a thief.

"Cough~"

Ailin coughed lightly, immediately straightening his hunched back and returning to the upright posture of a young man:

"It's afternoon, Vesemir. Besides, perhaps you should first take a look at your body..."

"Afternoon?!" Vesemir was stunned for a moment after hearing the first part of his words, then put his hands on his knees and was about to get up.

"Snap!"

A loud bang.

His bare feet sank directly into the gray straw-filled mattress, breaking the bed board and landing on the ground.

The four-point attribute boost isn't significant, but for most Witchers—in fact, all Witchers except for Ailin —it will take some time to adapt.

The increased agility, in particular, accelerated nerve reflexes, while the combined strength of the two points caused a slight imbalance, much like pouring water from a teapot.

Although the spout is only slightly off-center from the rim of the cup, the angle of tilting increases, and the water flow becomes rapid. The combination of these two factors causes the water to spill out.

"This... this is..."

Vesemir was startled and instinctively tried to pull his leg away.

"Click~ Click~"

"Bang!"

The entire bed was completely divided in two.

Smoke and dust filled the air.

Vesemir dared not move. He was still dazed and didn't know why the bed had suddenly become so fragile.

"...Changes in the body..." Ailin shrugged. "Looks like I'm too late to tell you."

Vesemir glanced at him, then realized something. After closing his eyes and concentrating for a moment, he suddenly opened them and looked at Ailin in surprise:

"I've gotten stronger again, but why..."

His tone suddenly faltered, as if he had remembered something.

Seeing this, Ailin pressed further, "What happened last night?"

"You don't know?" Vesemir looked at him in surprise. When Ailin shook his head, he thought for a moment and described the sudden palpitations he had experienced last night, the inexplicable roars of beasts in his mind, and the restless blood energy.

"Ailin, did you make this?"

"Yes," Ailin nodded, "But I didn't expect that I could provide this kind of guidance..."

"By the way, Vesemir, can you still circulate your blood energy like you did yesterday?"

"I'll try," Vesemir closed his eyes, then opened them a moment later and shook his head. "It's okay, but it doesn't seem as smooth as last night, like a stream flowing into the sea, and... it seems... it seems like something's missing..."

He frowned, raised his right hand to take off his wide-brimmed hat, only to find that neither the wide-brimmed hat nor the Wolf School Master Set were with him.

What's missing...? Ailin pondered, it seems that War Cry really can't be trained alone.

Uncomfortably lowering his right hand and leaning against the windowsill, Vesemir looked at Ailin, who was also frowning in thought, "Is there... a problem?"

"No problem," Ailin shook his head, "But your battle cries might not be able to break free from me and boost your attributes on their own... or perhaps the time you've been circulating your Qi and Blood is still too short..."

"It's alright..." Vesemir waved his hand, "War Cry is already very strong in actual combat, so it's a pleasant surprise that it can further enhance our strength..."

He looked up, his dark golden Cat Eyes staring at the short-bearded boy before him with an inexplicable emotion, as if he were seeing Alzure, Cosimo Maraspina, from the book.

They created witchers, created signs suitable for witchers, and had someone research the best sword techniques for hunting monsters...

And the battle cry...

Vesemir had a premonition that if the War Cry could truly spread throughout the School of the Wolf, even if it was just "Rage," it would far surpass the effect of the Signs on the Witcher.

Not to mention, Ailin also mentioned "Primal Tongue" and "Life Whisper," and even considering the development of Sword Oil, perhaps it won't be long before the variety of battle cries surpasses that of signs.

By then...

Is it really impossible for "creation" to surpass "the Creator"?

"That's amazing," Vesemir suddenly reached out and ruffled Ailin's hair, praising, "I seem to see the next glorious future for the School of the Wolf."

"Cough cough..."

Just as Erin was thinking that Vesemir's words were not bad, "Battlecry: Berserk" was already quite good in terms of actual combat power, and it could only be practiced by his side with mixed results, so it wasn't really anything Ailin, when he heard Vesemir's sudden and straightforward praise, he coughed twice and somewhat awkwardly changed the subject:

"Let's go check on Ernie and the others; they've probably been affected too..."

"Still a child..." Vesemir smiled as he looked at Ailin's slightly evasive gaze, then sighed inwardly.

Then he said nothing more, turned over and went over the windowsill, about to go with Ailin to check on the other witchers.

As a result, they faced Ailin other and stared at each other for a long time without making a move.

"Uh..." Ailin chuckled awkwardly, pointing to Vesemir's room, "Ernie and the others are used to sleeping and meditating with the windows closed, so..."

Vesemir's face darkened, and without a word, he turned back over.

He then remembered that this was indeed a habit of all witchers who had just passed the Trial of the Mountains.

Perhaps because in the Ancient Sea Fortress, the windows of the apprentices' quarters were always open from the Trial of Choice to the Trial of the Mountains...

It always has been.

Name: Ernie

Loyalty: 96

[Attributes: Strength 24 (+7), Agility 20 (+9), Constitution 24 (+9), Perception 19, Mysticism 10]

Ernie's attribute growth not only far exceeded that of Vesemir, but also far exceeded that of Ailin.

However, after a moment's thought, Ailin roughly guessed the reason.

Well...

This is actually how normal growth in strength should be, and what it should look like.

Just like in the novels of my past life, with the same talent and the same cultivation technique, of course, it has to be that the one whose strength is originally very weak, but whose strength increases far more than those who are already extraordinary.

An average person who trains using professional 50-meter sprint techniques may be able to shorten their time by one second per day.

However, professional athletes, using the same techniques, may need months or even years to improve by just 0.1 seconds.

The Witcher's Handbook contains extracts from various monsters, including Essence Fluid, Purification Spirit, cores, and essence cores. These extracts can increase the same attributes and Elemental Affinity in a fixed quantity, regardless of the user's attributes. These are truly groundbreaking creations that defy common sense.

Ailin had always felt that the essence left behind by these monsters might involve supplementation at the genetic level.

Today, after encountering a power extreme and receiving the system notification that he had "replenished himself," he became even more convinced of this. Otherwise, how could his attributes have all increased by the same amount, regardless of how high they were?

certainly.

This is just speculation...

"Excellent! Another reason to study Xenogeneic Mutagenesis has been added..."

Standing in Kray's room, Ailin looked at Vesemir, who was bowing and scraping, and thought to himself with utter boredom.

As for why Vesemir was bowing and scraping, and to whom he was bowing and scraping...

"I don't know much about witchers, but..." Surrounded by a group of priests who had rushed over to see what was going on, Nannick frowned incredulously at the wood shavings on the floor. "Does your School of the Wolf have any special... um... customs?"

"Just like a cursed werewolf that always transforms on the night of a full moon!" a girl dressed in a priest's apprentice robe, looking no older than Ailin, excitedly chimed in, "Unable to control her power, and then... kicking..."

Yes.

If even a Witcher Master Vesemir couldn't control the sudden surge of power upon awakening, how could Ernie and Kray possibly manage it?

The two Witcher Master must have tried to salvage the situation, but it's unclear whether their time has come.

They only managed to save one before the other young witchers awoke one after another, and of course...

Accompanied by the sacrifice of six wooden beds.

Nannick glanced at the girl indifferently, and the girl immediately shrank back.

"Ahem!" Vesemir had to blush as he explained, "This lady... the wolves of the School of the Wolf and the wolves of werewolves are... are still different..."

After some explanation that may or may not have been helpful, Nannick changed the witcher's bed and chased away the priestesses who had been watching the spectacle with flushed faces.

After the noise around the cabin subsided, Nannick turned to look at the two Witcher Master of the School of the Wolf.

"Sir Ailin, Master Vesemir, I have something to tell you..."

She paused, her expression suddenly turning very serious:

"About Ban Adler and Kedwen..."