Rewards Settled! Does the School of the Wolf Know the Consequences?

The figure was backlit by the firelight, completely black, making it impossible to discern its features or attire.

Only a pair of wild, beast-like, vertical blue pupils were clearly visible.

"Who is she?"

"Human or monster?"

Why did you suddenly appear in front of me?

The chilling aura of the unknown monster, and the figure that suddenly appeared just two steps away, caused Evans's mind to short-circuit.

Another cry, like the cry of an eagle, approached from the sky, startling him awake.

"Clang!"

Under the terrifying pressure of the Greater Griffin, he didn't care whether the person in front of him was human or ghost. He drew his long sword from his waist and swung it horizontally, trying to repel the intruder and make way for him to avoid the terrifying monster in the sky.

The sharp longsword reflected the firelight, illuminating the dark red leather armor worn by the newcomer.

"You are..." Evans suddenly recalled.

The figure in front of him looked very much like the "Sorceress" that the Witcher Dante was carrying.

That "Sorceress" also had blue eyes...

But why are they vertical pupils?

Is it some kind of magic?!

Etc!

If the "Sorceress" is here, then where is the witcher?

Didn't they go to Riesberg's lab?

Where are the wizards from Riesberg? How come even Lord Ronnie Dickinson couldn't stop them?

Or perhaps they made some kind of deal behind my back?

In an instant, countless doubts transformed into a torrent of thoughts, racing through my mind.

Evans ' pupils contracted sharply, and he made what he believed to be the most correct decision at that moment.

"Enemy attack!"

He shouted, cutting off any hesitation caused by the newcomer's identity, and immediately increased the force of his grip on the sword, stepping forward and slashing down fiercely.

There is a time interval between casting spells.

A warrior who wants to defeat or kill a sorcerer must seize these gaps and rush in front of the sorcerer.

He didn't think the "Sorceress" in front of him was unaware of this.

But surrounded by heavy guards, she had no other way to capture or harm him.

So she was gambling that he would ignore her in this situation, giving her time to chant the spell.

But he made the wrong bet!

There was no time for the shield guards around him to react to the threat in the sky and protect him.

Evans used all his strength to accelerate his forward slashing speed once again.

He must strike first, stopping or even killing the "Sorceress" as soon as she appears before him through some trickery.

How to deal with the wrangling from the Aretuza Academy or other Sorceress organizations is a matter for later.

If a warlock is given time to cast a spell, he might not even survive until the end.

"Whoosh~"

The longsword pierced the air with a sharp sound.

Unexpectedly, it encountered no defensive magic and struck directly at the "Sorceress's" neck.

"Arrogant warlock!" Evans roared excitedly, "I was once the champion knight of the Four Nations' Knights Tournament, how dare you stand so close to a powerful knight..."

"Bite!"

The longsword suddenly sent a huge shockwave through him, interrupting him and almost causing him to let go of his hands.

He swung his longsword with all his might.

The tip of the sword was actually held by a "Sorceress" with her bare hands.

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Ailin frowned. "With your strength, you dare to plot against our School of the Wolf?"

Evans tried to pull on the hilt, but the sword wouldn't budge, as if it were welded between his two fingers.

"Alert..."

The shield guards around him only then realized that someone had attacked their commander, and raised their shields to turn around and block Evans.

"Phew~"

A howling wind suddenly descended from the sky, causing the shield guards to sway unsteadily.

The sturdy and wide shield, yet made lighter through alchemy, now became their greatest obstacle in protecting their superior amidst the raging winds.

The oppressive force was even stronger, as if a towering mountain had descended from the sky.

As if by some invisible force, a soft creature had wrapped itself around them and lifted their hair.

Evans felt a chill run down his spine as he faced the blessing of the Greater Griffin.

Faced with the instinct to flee from higher beings, he was so frightened that he dropped his longsword and fled in the direction of the exploding fear.

But in the next instant...

A flash of cold light.

A greater fear rose in his jaw, causing Evans to stop in his tracks.

His sword appeared in the Sorceress's hand, its sharp tip pressed against his neck.

The liquid flows into the lining along the curve of the neck.

That was his blood, warm blood.

"Lord Evans!!"

Several shield guards exclaimed in alarm, but seeing the flowing blood, they dared not move.

"This...this lady," Evans shrieked, fighting back fear, "Forget about the School of the Wolf and the School of the Griffin ..."

"Didn't you feel it?!"

"Monsters are coming down from the sky—griffins, flying lizards, forked-tailed dragons, and possibly even giant dragons..."

"We can deal with other things slowly after we've resolved this..."

Evans couldn't continue.

A massive black shadow, its wings billowing the sky, slowly descended from behind the "Sorceress."

The war beasts of the heavy cavalry unit that were originally stationed there were frightened and fled in all directions. Milo's knights could not control them and could only try their best to prevent them from harming their allies.

The torches that fell to the ground illuminated the magnificent figure.

The eagle's curved beak, the lion's sharp claws, and its fiery red flesh...

Once the wings were spread, they almost completely obscured the large square in front of the tower.

"Gurgle~"

Evans swallowed hard, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

He recognized it; it was Greater Griffin, a sky king no less powerful than dragon-like monsters.

"Thump!"

The ground trembled violently, and the Greater Griffin landed.

It raised its head high.

A terrifying and frantic howl tore through the night sky, causing the entire Drakkenberg to shake and tremble.

"Damn it! Why is a monster like the Greater Griffin, which only appears in deep forests, in Drakkenberg? And why now?"

Fear exploded in Evans's heart.

But he dared not move an inch, for fear of being noticed by this terrifying monster.

It's not just him.

The panicked beasts, as if activated by instinct, lay motionless on the ground and pretended to be dead the moment the giant monster landed.

The vast square was now completely silent, except for the echo of the Greater Griffin's howl.

A deathly silence descended upon Drakkenberg.

"Thump~ thump~"

Hearing the approaching footsteps of the Greater Griffin, Evans suddenly remembered the wound on his neck from the sword and glared resentfully at the "Sorceress" opposite him.

Oh no, the Greater Griffin must have smelled blood...

Can't those damned lunatics of Aretuza tell what to do and when?

Now look what's happened, everyone's going to die...

Evans remained motionless; even though he was filled with despair, he dared not move an inch.

He suddenly remembered that several shield guards, who were more seriously injured, were right behind him.

The smell of blood was stronger there.

Just as he was thinking this, he vaguely seemed to see many human figures on the back of the Greater Griffin.

"Thump!"

The Greater Griffin stomped down and then suddenly stopped.

What happened next made Evans hold his breath.

The enormous monster lowered its ferocious head and slowly descended from behind the Sorceress Sorceress, " landing beside her and nuzzling her side affectionately with its mane, like a sheepdog seeing its master.

The Greater Griffin's head was even larger than the "Sorceress's " entire body.

The black eagle's beak passed right by Evans's side, and the huge, golden vertical pupils so close, along with the stench of the beast's mouth, almost made him think he was about to be eaten.

"Ailin..."

"Commander!"

Seven or eight figures jumped down from the Greater Griffin.

Evans and the shieldbearers, heavy cavalry, and guards around Drakkenberg immediately lost their minds.

The... the... the Greater Griffin was actually domesticated!

It even carried people like a horse or a donkey!

"Didn't I tell you not to come down?" the "Sorceress" said.

Just as Evans was recovering from the shock, he noticed the "Sorceress's" voice and realized something seemed... off.

His voice was somewhat shrill, but more like a boy's than a woman's.

"This isn't just about you and Dante," the tallest man in the group stepped forward. "What about Dante and Bont?"

The Sorceress, Ailin, lowered her sword and looked back.

"Squeak~"

The wooden door of the tower opened.

Carrying Bont on his back, Dante, already somewhat unsteady on his feet from exhaustion, stepped out of the door and walked towards them step by step.

"Do not move!"

Ignoring whether they could see him or not, Ailin shook his head at the restless guards and heavy cavalry, and called out loudly:

"We have no intention of being enemies with Drakkenberg or Redania..."

"But Evans, the manager of Drakkenberg, along with Young Huus of the Monta Carvo House Family, Ronnie Dickinson, Derek Vasquez, and other wizards from the Rissberg Civil Conglomerate, plotted to assassinate the witchers of the School of the Wolf."

"They forged the Foglet's request, luring Master Dante and his three traveling apprentices to the Leshen's territory, where they nearly all perished..."

"The wizards of Riesberg even experimented on the School of the Wolf of witchers..."

Before Ailin could finish speaking, the square in front of the tower erupted in a frenzy of excitement.

No one doubted it at this moment.

This is not only because of the School of the Wolf's reputation over the past few centuries, but also because of the numerous scars on Bont's body behind Master Dante.

Many guards overheard what Young Huus had just said to Evanson and knew that they had broken out of Riesberg's laboratory.

Only now do we realize that they were there to rescue the Witchers who had been captured by the School of the Wolf.

"That damned evil wizard, he's still just a child!"

"I'm from Monta Carvo, that Young Huus of a whore, House, I'm that despicable!"

"Evans, good morning..."

"Shut up, are you out of your mind?!"

"Silence!" Milo rode out on his most powerful war beast and coldly reprimanded him.

The square fell silent immediately.

Milo clearly holds considerable authority here.

"Master Dante," he slowly maneuvered his mount, approaching Dante intentionally or unintentionally, "Now that you have rescued your companion, I swear I will not stop you from leaving. Why not release Evans now..."

"Halt!"

Ailin placed his sword back against Evans's neck and said coldly.

The Greater Griffin sensed Ailin's emotions and cried out angrily.

Milo silently tugged on the reins and stopped.

But at that moment, a heavy cavalryman, lying on the ground with his mount, appeared only three steps away from Dante.

The war beast suddenly leaped up from the ground and charged towards Dante.

"Ah--"

A scream ripped through the sky, causing the cavalrymen who had just started moving to freeze and abruptly pull on the reins to stop.

"I said, stop!"

Ailin placed the blood-stained sword back against Evans ' neck.

"Don't move! Don't move!"

Evans clutched his bleeding right wrist with his left hand, screaming orders as large beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

After one hand fell to the ground, it twitched a few times unconsciously.

The shield guards on either side of Evans shifted unsure what to do, but were forced back down by a single glance from Ailin.

Milo looked at the hand, then at Dante carrying Bont and gradually moving away, and didn't dare to move again until the two met.

"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back..." Vesemir gave Dante a smile.

Then, along with several young witchers, they carried Bont and Dante onto the back of the Greater Griffin.

Vesemir's gaze lingered for a long time on Bont, whose body was deathly pale and covered with needle marks and slicing wounds. He squinted, pursed his lips, and quietly clenched his fist.

"Since... since your people are already here, may I... may I leave?"

Evans clutched his still-bleeding wound, took a timid step back, and gave a pale, forced laugh.

But no sooner had he finished speaking than...

Vesemir appeared before him as if by teleportation, made a series of dazzling gestures with his left hand, and then suddenly grabbed his severed right wrist.

"Ah--"

Another piercing scream rang out, followed by the aroma of roasting meat.

"We still have many questions for you," the dark golden Cat Eyes lingered on Evans ' face for a long while, then looked at Ailin and said, "He's just an ordinary person, don't forget to stop the bleeding!"

Then.

Vesemir found Evans' screams too noisy, so he quickly drew an inverted triangle with his index and middle fingers together.

Axii Sign.

A silver streak of light entered Evans's forehead.

The manager, Drakkenberg, whose hand had been severed, immediately quieted down and obediently boarded the Greater Griffin.

"Do the School of the Wolf know the consequences?"

Before the Greater Griffin took off, Milo rode over on his war beast and looked coldly at Ailin.

Ailin hadn't spoken yet.

Dante and Vesemir stepped out almost simultaneously and stood in front of Ailin.

"Certainly!"

Dante said coldly, "We have never been so clear about the consequences of something!"

Milo sat atop his war beast, glanced at the dazed Evenson, and after a few seconds of silence, solemnly said, "I will tell the King everything that happened in Drakkenberg 'truthfully'."

"Thank you!" Dante paused for two seconds, then nodded slightly.

With a cry, the Greater Griffin flapped its wings and soared into the sky.

Standing atop the Greater Griffin, Ailin lowered his gaze to the massive Drakkenberg prison.

For some reason, he always felt that he would come back someday.

The sun rises slowly below the horizon.

"Bite!"

[Slay the monster horde "Ronnie Dickinson" and the "Warlock"!]

[Reward Settlement:...]

"Ronnie Dickinson?"

Ailin stared in stunned silence at the crimson horizon.