Returning to Kaer Morhen for Reinforcements?

"What's the difference?" Ailin asked, "Since demon hunters need to clean up monsters that suddenly appear from time to time, Drakkenberg's strength shouldn't be that strong, right?"

"That's not how it works." Dante shook his head, "In this prison fortress, the witcher commissions are not instantaneous. There will be at least a month between the time the abnormality is detected and the witcher who accepts the commission comes."

"What other cities and fortresses can withstand harassment from various monsters for a month?"

"There are even large monsters among them, as well as monsters like Scorpion Spider, which are huge in number and are more difficult to deal with than large monsters."

He looked at the bright fire on the city wall, paused, and then said:

"You can also see the tight security."

"Every few years, those Long-ears elves will launch an attack on this fortress, but they never seem to succeed."

Ailin heard this and glanced at Vesemir.

Vesemir frowned, thought for a moment, and shook his head:

"It's true that I haven't heard of elves successfully kidnapping companions from Drakkenberg on a large scale, but there are quite a few examples of people escaping from prisons."

Ailin asked, "Didn't you see the guards take action when Drakkenberg was doing the commission? By the way, are there any warlocks here?"

"I haven't seen the guards here taking action," Vesemir glanced at Dante and saw Dante nodded before continuing, "When clearing the monsters, the guards are only responsible for guiding the way. They will leave when they reach the place where the monsters are."

"As for the warlocks, Ban Ad Academy and Riesberg Group Civil Cooperative have laboratories here."

"I once met a wizard right here, but didn't speak to him."

"When I came here eight years ago, I saw a lot of them, both organizations have them," Dante added, "Scorpion Spider is a very rare monster. Its venom is an important matrix for many magic potions and is also a good receptor for Genetic Mutation."

"Those arrogant wizards almost got into a fight over a few corpses."

Vesemir continued, "But some time ago, Ban Ad recalled a wizard. Rissberg Civil Conglomerate is also in Ban Ad now. Drakkenberg There must be warlocks now, but they are definitely much less than in the past."

"Huh?" Dante was stunned for a moment.

Ben Ard recalls wizards?

Rissberg Civil Conglomerate went to the enemy's territory?

what happened?

Vesemir saw the confusion on Dante's face. "What happened to Kedwen is very complicated. I will tell you slowly after Bont is rescued."

Dante nodded and said nothing more.

The scattered moonlight quietly shines on everyone in the forest.

Drakkenberg The faint screams could be heard, but the poignant moonlight shining on the birch trees, beech trees and ash couldn't calm the anxiety in my heart.

Everyone's eyes are focused on Ailin, waiting for him to make a decision.

Ailin stared hard at the Dragon City named Drakkenberg, as if he wanted to poke a hole in the city wall with his eyes so that he could rescue Bont.

"We have Greater Griffin. We can fly back to Kaer Morhen and pick up Chieftain Soyer." Dante suddenly broke the calm and his face turned pale. Zadao said, "The chief should still be at Ancient Sea Fortress now. After taking him over, it will not be difficult to hand over Bont, whether by breaking in or putting pressure on Drakkenberg."

Vesemir was silent for a few seconds and nodded. "Ailin, the chief does have this ability."

"Bont can't wait..." Ailin shook his head.

At the speed of Good Girl, it will take at least half a day to go back to Kaer Morhen from here and back again. If the chief is not at Kaer Morhen, where will he be looking for it?

Half a day has passed since Bont was knocked unconscious. Does he really have another half day?

Dante seemed to have expected what Ailin would say, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a forced smile:

"Bont Of course I can't wait, I..."

"Cough~" Vesemir coughed lightly.

Dante glanced at Vesemir, paused, and then continued:

"Vesemir and I will stay and explore the castle to stabilize the situation."

"You take Ernie, Klar and the others back to find the chief..."

"No!" Before Ailin could speak, Dante was repeatedly rejected by Aias, "We can also stay and save Bont!"

"Just rush in!" Kray added indignantly, "Even Leshen, Giant Ghoul, Greater Griffin, Spiked Fiend... and even Evil God have been eliminated by us, and they are still afraid of some humans and warlocks. Let's go in and rescue..."

"Shut up, Kray!" Vesemir glared at Kray.

Ernie, who has always been well-behaved, stood on the side of Kray this time. "Master Vesemir, let us stay. The seven of us together can already deal with one Giant Ghoul or fifty Ghoul, and we can also deal with hundreds of human soldiers..."

"Yes! Yes!" other young demon hunters echoed.

Neither Vesemir nor Dante can cope with it.

"Okay!" Ailin frowned and shouted softly, and the young demon hunters instantly became quiet. "Listen to Masters Vesemir and Dante, and don't cause trouble. It's not yet time for you to fight hard."

Then he turned to look at Dante: "Master Dante, I think your idea is very good. Someone really needs to explore the situation in Drakkenberg..."

Dante Hearing this, he breathed a sigh of relief and at the same time, he felt a little disappointed for some reason.

Then he heard a "but."

"But I think something needs to change..." Ailin said.

Dante frowned. "How to change?"

Ailin did not answer, but glanced at the surrounding demon hunters, and his eyes stayed on Fred:

"Fred, take off your leather armor to me..."

The outline of the mountains loomed in the darkness.

The broad Kemba River comes from the mountains. The river is deep and quiet, more quiet and desolate than the forest under the mountains, as if it has attracted the darkness from the depths of the mountains.

Sam is the son of a farmer. He was once a farmer, but after just a few days of farming, he came here and became a soldier.

Of course, some people don't regard him as a soldier, but call him a jailer.

But Sam doesn't like this title, just like he doesn't like the cold city behind him.

But life has never given him a choice. When his farmer father was dragged off Modian River by the water ghost, he was not given...

When his father's fields were taken away for some bullshit debt and inheritance, nothing was given...

When he was sent to this hellish place as a soldier just because he failed to salute and say hello to his superiors in time, he was also not given...

Of course I won't give it to him now.

It was midsummer, and the flames were still burning firewood on the walls of the bridge cave, but they couldn't dispel the coldness surrounding them.

Some people say that this is the curse of the inhuman race that died in Drakkenberg, while others say that it is the temperature of ghosts. In places he can see and cannot see, souls are crowded in every corner of Drakkenberg, like grains of wheat stacked in a sack...

Sam leaned against the cold wall and shivered.

"On the road to eternity, everyone bears their own responsibilities..."

"Wisdom has no distinction between high and low, even a shepherd's son can kill a dragon..."

He silently recited the wisdom collection of the prophet Rebidia in his heart, hoping that the prophet's wisdom could dispel his invisible evil spirits and give him warmth.

"Sam, are you reciting the words of the prophet Laoshizi again?"

"It's the prophet Rebidia, Martin!"

"Okay, Rebidia," Martin shrugged, "But Rebidia definitely can't accompany you through this long cold night. Only your colleague Martin, who is so pitifully frozen and ignored by no one, can, so let's talk, Sam..."

Sam sighed, he felt that Rebidia could be a prophet, and the prophet's wisdom set was infinite.

But the nagging of Martin, a young man who has only been here for half a year, will make the process of getting close to wisdom extremely difficult.

He sighed helplessly, "Tell me, my poor Martin, what do you want to talk about?"

Martin chuckled softly, with a look of success, and said, "Do you know where Mr. Evanson took the people during the day? What was in the sack carried by the horse when he came back?"

"Monte Calvo's brothel and casino or Tretog's brothel and casino, who knows?" Sam shrugged, then glanced at Martin, "As for what's in the sack?"

"Martin, the reason why I can survive until now in Drakkenberg instead of appearing in the "grocery pile" in the wizard's laboratory is because I can restrain my curiosity."

"Okay! Okay!" Martin waved his hand, "I don't know why you, a bachelor with no father, no mother, and no children, are so timid..."

"You are also an orphan and a bachelor!" Sam glared at him.

Martin spread his hands and didn't care. "Then let's talk about some topics that orphans and bachelors should talk about. Which one do you think of Monte Calvo and Tretog's brothel..."

The words have not yet finished.

After the sound of rushing water in the moat, vague human shouts suddenly came.

Martin shuddered, suddenly clenched the spear in his hand, and shouted towards the darkness across the river, "Who is it!"

"We are demon hunters, the demon hunters of School of the Wolf." A weak male voice came from the other side.

School of the Wolf's demon hunter... Sam and Martin looked at each other, then Sam took out a torch from the wall and threw it towards the opposite side.

"Dang! Dang!"

The torch fell to the stone floor, making a crisp impact sound and sparks flying everywhere.

Then a pale hand picked up the torch and illuminated a middle-aged man carrying a child on his back.

He wore dark red leather armor, and the holes made by monster attacks could be seen across the river. He carried two swords on his back like a bow and arrow.

The man's face was pale but stained with blood, and his hair was disheveled as if he had just experienced a battle.

As for the child on his back...

Sam couldn't see clearly, but he vaguely noticed that there were two sword hilts protruding from the child's shoulders.

"I am Witcher Master Dante from School of the Wolf, and this is my apprentice Fred," the middle-aged man continued to introduce them anxiously after they saw their faces clearly, and illuminated the badge with an unclear material on his chest with a torch, "My apprentice suffered serious injuries, and I was also injured. I hope to be treated by Drakkenberg..."

"Are you crazy?" Martin's eyes widened, "Come into Drakkenberg for healing. Do you know where this place is? Here..."

"This is a prison, I know," the middle-aged man's tone became more and more anxious, but as if to avoid suspicion, he still forced himself to be calm and said in a flattering tone, "Eight years ago, I came here to clean up Scorpion Spider and Giant Centipede. I remember that Sir Agostino was in charge at that time..."

"Is Sir still at Drakkenberg now? Please let me know..."

"Sir Agostino left five years ago," Sam shouted, "Now the person managing Drakkenberg is Lord Evanson..."

"Why are you talking to them so much?" Martin pulled Sam over, interrupted him, and whispered, "Drakkenberg has never lowered the suspension bridge or opened the city gate at night, not to mention that Sir Evenson has already rested at this time..."

"If we don't report anything, if we do, it will do more harm than good!"

"Didn't you say that 'everyone has their own responsibilities'?"

"Our responsibility is to guard this door, and the rest has nothing to do with us!"

On the other side, Dante's lips also murmured, "Ailin, what should we do next?"

"Wait!" Ailin whispered against Dante's ear, "No matter why Monte Calvo's House Family did this, they definitely don't want 'us' to survive, otherwise their conspiracy will be exposed sooner or later..."

"As long as the news of our arrival is known, it is impossible not to let us in, not to mention that we are now 'seriously injured'..."

"And as long as I enter Drakkenberg, I can follow the footsteps and find the whereabouts of Bont."

"But now, the two guards opposite don't seem to want us to go in. They are not even willing to report..." Dante smiled bitterly.

"Do you have any money on you?" Ailin suddenly asked.

This is asking me to bribe... Dante looked stagnant and said speechlessly:

"Is your teaching pace too fast? It's only been half a year. How come Vesemir is even teaching you this?"

Vesemir actually didn't teach this. Witcher Master in this era generally didn't encounter situations where they needed to pay bribes.

"As long as it works!" Ailin said, "If they don't even accept the money, they'll have to Axii Sign."

"I've never seen a guard who doesn't charge money..." Dante was walking on the road to save Bont, and he was also in the mood to joke.

"However," he looked at the wide moat of nearly 20 meters across the center and the two guards guarding the shore some distance away, "My Axii Sign may not be able to reach that far. I still need..."

"It's okay, my Axii is fine." Ailin said.

Dante was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and chuckled, "That's really reliable!"

Not long after...

"Master Dante, wait a minute! I'm going to report Sir Evenson!" A guard on the opposite side suddenly shouted.

Hey!

School of the Wolf and two Witcher Master were surprised.

There are actually guards who don't charge money...