Engaging the Enemy! The "Ancient" Leshen! The Totem on the Wound!

"Buzz~"

School Emblem neither beat too violently nor showed signs of obvious intensification, but continued to buzz softly and briefly.

Switching to the perspective of Wolf Emblem, with their location as the dividing line, the soil, shrubs and oak trees in front were all hazy with a very faint dark-brown magical glow.

Hostility simmers in the glow.

No matter where his eyes fell, the back of his neck felt a slight sting, as if thousands of sharp steel needles were pressing against his flesh.

The dark oak forest in front of him was filled with twisted thorns and a giant tree as thick as two people hugging each other, which sounded a warning.

No outsiders are welcome here!

"Field?" There was a glow of magic everywhere that caught the eye, making Ailin feel awe-struck in his heart.

Is this Leshen, who is regarded as a god by ordinary people?

"Brace yourself, we may have stepped into 'His' territory..." Vesemir pulled out the long sword from behind his left shoulder and shouted in a deep voice, "Pinch Oterrohp Sign, and pay attention to your steps, especially the roots and shrubs lurking in dark corners."

"Yes, Master Vesemir."

Hearing this, the young demon hunter immediately pulled out the silver sword with his right hand, slightly bent his thumb and index finger on his left hand, and drew a triangle in front of him.

After updating Quen Sign, his hands and wrists were intertwined, and his eyes were looking around warily.

Seven people are as close as one.

The uniform movements made Vesemir nod with satisfaction, then he tilted his head and whispered, "Ailin?"

"I'll try..." Ailin took a deep breath.

"Uirs..."

The thought seeped into the soil with a whisper, brushed against earthworms and spotted ladybugs, and then jumped out of the humus, brushing the green cone leaves of the gorse, and flew into the deep forest...

But in the blink of an eye, his thoughts have already crossed a hundred meters and are still accelerating!

But the resistance in the air, soil, and plants is also increasing.

Inadvertently, the thoughts dragged by Life Whisper reached their limit, suddenly stopped, and returned to the physical body.

Also at this moment!

"Huh?"

Ailin opened his eyes suddenly, turned sideways and stared at the northwest.

A huddled red dot squirmed cautiously in the center of his vision.

"Found it?" Vesemir quickly took a step closer and asked.

"Follow me!" Ailin suppressed his heart to find the target, but instead became increasingly ominous and said in a deep voice, "Master Dante is hiding in a cave four hundred meters away..."

Really found it!

Vesemir immediately raised his eyebrows excitedly, and while quickly catching up with Ailin, he softly shouted to the young demon hunter to keep up the formation.

"Just find Dante. I'll tell you how Witcher Master of School of the Wolf can't protect a few traveling apprentices. When I find Dante, I must..."

Vesemir's voice suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong, Ailin?" He frowned.

From Cat Eye Potion's perspective, there was no trace of joy on Ailin's face, which was sharpened by black and white.

His heart suddenly sank, and he had a vague premonition.

"Crack!"

A sword that contained violent emotions crushed the thorns blocking the road into crumbs.

Ailin hurried on with an expressionless face.

"Life Whisper did not find Leshen and the wolves. In addition..."

He took a deep breath:

"Master Dante is a person."

The smile suddenly disappeared from Vesemir's face.

Just when he was about to ask a few more questions, he suddenly raised his head.

"Huh~"

In the forest, the wind suddenly started blowing.

The shrill screams of crows and the solemn howls of wolves could be heard faintly in the wind, which was strange and cold.

A cave, to be precise, a cave in the ground.

It is dry due to good ventilation, hidden due to dry and decaying shrubs at the entrance of the cave, and sour and smelly due to the owner of the cave...

Of course.

As an uninvited guest, Dante has no right to complain, and he was not invited in hospitably by the owner of the cave.

"Hu-long-"

The owner of the cave, wearing a thick brown coat, is currently sleeping with his eyes tightly closed, his mouth wide open, and his snores are like thunder in the sultry summer heat.

Most of the stench in the well-ventilated cave comes from the mouth of the cave owner.

But Dante breathed calmly and did not frown because of the stench or perhaps the slightly toxic air.

He was even interested in identifying the male brown bear's latest diet - sturgeon and honey - from the watery smell and sweet smell in his breath.

To be honest, Dante recognizes its taste.

He also loves sturgeon meat and honey in season.

The honey sturgeon barbecue that combines the two is the signature dish of a nearby pub called "Two Sturgeons" in Tretog, the capital of Redania.

There is also the best beer in Riedania, which is rich in foam, mellow and delicious.

He originally planned to take three apprentices to have some indulgence after completing this commission, but now...

Dante had a gloomy face and tightened his grip on the sword.

"Huus can definitely escape, Killer Whale's effect is good..."

"Damn it, if Vesemir, that guy who likes to show off—although that lucky guy did find an excellent... monster apprentice—knows that I lost all three of my apprentices, he will definitely laugh at me for a hundred years."

"How could I, Dante, be laughed at by Vesemir for so long..."

Dante Take a deep breath.

The poisonous stench burned his lungs and made his stomach churn.

The pain and nausea made the exhausted man feel awake, and also made the burning and penetrating wound on his waist less painful.

At this time...

"Huh——"

The snoring that made the entire cave tremble suddenly stopped.

Dante stared at the dark forest outside the cave without looking back, and waved back his little finger with his right hand.

"Bang~"

The brown bear just raised its head and hit the ground hard, causing smoke and dust that filled the entire cave.

It didn't take long.

"Hu-long-"

The big brown bear fell into a sweet dream again.

Dante took back his right hand, turned pale, and swallowed the blood that surged in his throat.

"I'm just saving one person. After saving, leave immediately..." he emphasized to himself, "Escape from the cave, run, chop, and run south..."

"It can be done!"

He squinted and looked outside through the cracks of broken branches and dead leaves covering the entrance of the cave.

In that dark and gloomy oak forest, his apprentice was wrapped up.

But Dante only glanced at it, and then his eyes wandered away, looking at the darkness around the oak forest with his peripheral vision.

He knew that Leshen must be nearby, peeping and searching in a corner.

The personal School Emblem has been reminding him with continuous vibrations.

He is the patron saint of this forest and the smartest hunter in the wilderness.

His apprentice was the bait He left deliberately.

This was a hunting contest initiated by the owner of this land, and for the bait, he had to take the bait.

However, this is not a duel that cannot be quit, where life and honor are at stake.

In addition to strength, hunting is more important than patience.

Patience allows hunters to capture the sharpest, strongest and most agile moose, and as School of the Wolf's Witcher Master, he never lacked for patience.

Or rather...

It was precisely because of his patience that he was able to live for more than a hundred years and become a Witcher Master.

In addition to patience, something more important is needed - timing.

Of course, no good hunter will wait for the opportunity to come...

Dante's brown animal eyes, the stream of light shifted, counting the time.

Then I don't know how much time passed.

At a certain moment, the moon suddenly burst out of layers of dark clouds, casting silvery moonlight into the oak forest.

Also at this moment...

"Buzz——"

School Emblem briefly and violently trembled for two seconds, then suddenly stopped.

"It's early!"

Dante's pupils suddenly shrank into lines.

"Boom!"

The dead branches and rotten roots blocking the outside of the cave were exploded by the transparent shock wave and flew away in all directions.

Dante Without any warning, he suddenly burst out of the cave, like a sharp arrow drawn from a bow, and shot towards the oak forest illuminated by the moonlight.

"Roar——"

The brown bear in the cave roared wildly and roared to rush out, but its lair was collapsed by Dante and Ald.

He didn't care at all, his right foot fell from mid-air, and after stepping into the soil, he kicked off again.

The strong wind roared in the ears, and Dante's figure, which was already like a sharp arrow, accelerated again.

Under the moonlight.

Dante's face was covered with tiny scratches and there was no blood. He gritted his teeth tightly and pursed his thin lips.

On the dark red Wolf School Master Set, the leather armor at the waist was pierced, the shoulder armor of Aetherium on the right shoulder fell off, and a large piece of leather armor on the left arm was directly cut off, revealing the torn shirt inside and the flesh and blood burned black by the flames.

Embarrassing can no longer describe Dante at this moment.

With such an injury, he should have been lying on a hospital bed, not in this oak forest with overgrown weeds and hidden dangers.

"Dwarves' things are always so unreliable..."

Dante muttered something in his mouth, his eyes swept anxiously, the textures on both sides were distorted, and the oak trees were flying away quickly.

"Fred...Fred... where... where..."

The strong wind swayed the surrounding trees and their branches rustled.

Dante's body can no longer tolerate a second risk. The rush out of the cave just now made him dizzy...

He couldn't find a second beast with the breath of life and a brown bear, blocking Leshen's omnipresent sight in the forest.

He must rescue Fred and leave his territory before Leshen is lured back.

"Quack quack~"

The noisy crows were carried by the strong wind.

Dante's expression changed, and he accelerated again regardless of the branch that almost tore his cheek.

"Ouch——"

The wolves howled at the moon, as if they had discovered traces of the enemy.

"He is coming back!!!" Dante's pupils shrank suddenly.

But the next second.

I don't know if it was his imagination, but the sound of crows and wolves howling seemed... far away...

At this time.

"Boom!"

A violent explosion ignited a huge fire on the east side of the oak forest.

"Wait!"

Dante realized something was wrong.

"The dwarf's bomb was supposed to explode at this time, but... but...Leshen was lured away by something?"

But this thought just flashed through my mind.

He couldn't protect himself now. No matter whether the person who strayed into Leshen's territory was a human or a monster, or whether the client came to search after seeing them not returning for a day, it had nothing to do with him.

He must find his apprentice and get out of here!

Each School of the Wolf Witcher Master has its own specialty, and of course some are good at everything.

But Tracking is not Dante's expertise.

However, after a whole day of costly testing, which made him try two wrong directions, he smelled traces of Fred.

"Huhu~"

Layers of dark clouds covered the moon again.

The strong wind in the forest roughly rolled up the wind and sand, and the crown of the oak tree twisted and swayed. The wide leaves slapped Dante's face hard and the wounds that were simply treated with Igni's flames.

finally.

After about five minutes of running wildly.

Malformed and gnarled vines crawling across the forest floor, like spiders' webs, appeared before him.

The desolate forest glade is dotted with plant roots and branches, like the tentacles of the devil in hell.

Dante Slowed down slightly and stepped into it carefully.

But the crows of crows and the howls of attacking wolves getting closer and closer forced him to speed up again after stepping into this ferocious snare.

At the end of the line of sight is an oak tree wrapped in layers of vines.

"Fred!" Dante shouted.

The black shadow covering the oak tree did not reply.

This made Dante feel nervous.

The crows of crows and the howls of attacking wolves were still approaching. He knew that Leshen must have noticed his actions, and he was about to squeeze out the last bit of strength in his body and speed up again.

Sudden.

Dante's ears twitched slightly and he glanced sideways at the darkness outside the oak forest.

He seemed... he seemed to hear... the voice of Vesemir among the cries of crows and howls of wolves...

"Are you all delusional?"

Dante's heart sank.

He didn't know if he, in this state, could escape from that Leshen after saving Fred...

After all, that is not an ordinary Leshen, but an older person who can be given the title of "ancient".

He couldn't defeat him in perfect condition, let alone now...

"At least send Fred out!"

Dante looked solemn, panting heavily, and finally arrived in front of the oak tree before Leshen and his army arrived.

It's Fred, that's right.

Not yet fully developed, the body is slightly thinner than an adult, and is tightly embedded in the big tree by ferocious vines.

His face was pale and his eyes were closed.

However, Dante glanced around and found no pool of bleeding blood under him. She heard his steady breathing again and breathed a sigh of relief.

"She must have fainted." Dante thought to himself.

He slowly slowed down and walked forward.

Several totems composed of antlered buck skulls and twigs were inserted into the soil around the oak tree, seeming to be staring at Fred, and seeming to be using Fred as a sacrifice to perform ancient and barbaric sacrifices.

Dante knows that these are Leshen's magic totems, and the existence of these totems can enhance his power.

However, he did not destroy the totem. He once tried to destroy these seemingly fragile wood and bone frames, but it would only make Leshen appear in front of them instantly.

So he carefully walked around them, bent his index finger with his right hand, and caressed the vines wrapped around Fred.

"Wow~"

There was a flash of fire.

The vine seemed to be sentient and snaked away from Fred's body.

After using Igni, Dante took back his right hand. When he saw this, his heart relaxed. His body swayed and his eyes suddenly went dark.

When he came to his senses, he took a few breaths to regain his senses.

The vines had completely retracted into the soil.

"It's okay..." Dante took a deep breath and reached out to catch Fred who was sliding down the tree.

"Dante!"

Vesemir suddenly appeared behind him and shouted happily.

"Wei... Vesemir? Ailin?!" Dante turned around subconsciously, his eyes widening.

At this moment, no one noticed.

After Fred landed on Dante's back, his head turned in a semicircle, and his fallen hair spread out, revealing the bloody back of his neck.

There seems to be a pattern carved into the wound...

If Dante had turned around without hearing the sound, he would have discovered that the wound was exactly the same as the magic totem inserted in the soil.

Unfortunately, then...

This strange wound was covered by the scattered hair.

Can't be seen anymore...