Deadlock

ah?

How long have they been sleeping?

How come I woke up to find that the school of thought was extinct?

The Witcher Master wiped their faces and rubbed their eyes.

Looking around, there was no fire.

Looking out the window, the sky was clear and blue, and no dragon flew by.

No, even if a dragon invades, it will only increase the chief's battle record.

The Witcher Master turned around.

The chief's expression remained somber and grave.

The masters knew he wasn't one to joke around.

Is the School of the Wolf really doomed?

But why? It can't be just because they slept for a little while, can it?

The Witcher Master exchanged glances, their eyes sweeping over Ailin, then over the seasoned and difficult White, before settling on Vesemir, the only one who wasn't sleepy.

Vesemir felt a chill run down his spine as the gaze suddenly focused on him.

Although he knew nothing, he shook his head solemnly so as not to lose face in front of his apprentice.

"Whoosh~"

A commotion suddenly arose.

"What's going on, Vesemir? Has some kind of monster appeared? Evil God?"

The masters, who had just woken up, were truly panicked and asked questions one after another, at a loss for what to do.

As expected of masters, their snoring is loud, and even their shouts in panic are exceptionally powerful.

"Alright."

A deep, resonant voice rang out, and everyone calmed down.

"The School of the Wolf is doomed, but not now, nor is it without hope of recovery."

Hearing the chief's still calm tone, the Witcher Master exchanged bewildered glances.

After a moment of silence, Dante hit the nail on the head, getting straight to the heart of the matter.

Who is our enemy?

The chief shook his head, hesitated for a moment, and then said:

"It's not clear yet."

The Witcher Master were somewhat confused.

How could they be wiped out if they didn't even know who the enemy was?

Is the chief senile?

Dante scratched his head and asked, "So where did you get the information that the School of the Wolf is going to be destroyed?"

As he spoke, Dante seemed to remember something and secretly glanced at the darkness in the corner.

"It's related to Vesemir, but the direct information didn't come from her."

The chief noticed Dante's subtle movements, glanced at Ailin almost imperceptibly, and said:

"This is a Precognitive Dream. Kaer Morhen will be overrun by mobs and wizards, and the School of the Wolf's witchers will be reduced to less than one in ten in this war."

"Whose Precognitive Dream was it?" White asked quickly.

The chief shook his head, stared at White, and said:

"The prophet did not wish to reveal his name, but Precognitive Dream had already occurred."

sign?

White paused for a moment, then suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said:

"Is it King Haxor of Kedwen?"

"What?" Everyone exclaimed in surprise, their hearts sinking.

Being hated by the king of the country where the school of thought is located is more despairing than being attacked by a dragon.

on the one hand,

The Ancient Sea Fortress is located in Kedwen, and the Blue Mountains are difficult to cross.

Kaer Morhen obtains almost all of its daily necessities from the surrounding villages.

Although the witchers of the Ancient Sea Fortress were familiar with the villagers, if King Kedwen issued a decree, the local nobles would not dare to defy the king because of a group of witchers.

The king didn't even have to lift a finger, and the Witchers were no longer able to stay in Kaer Morhen.

on the other hand,

The demon hunters are powerful, but all their strength and weapons are used to hunt demons.

Facing a fully armored, well-trained, and highly skilled knight.

One against three is manageable, but what about one against ten, or a team of a hundred?

Moreover, there is a large number of militia.

How can the School of the Wolf's fifty or sixty witchers possibly stand against them?

at last,

The School of the Wolf is just a place where a group of witchers band together for warmth.

When disaster strikes, how many people will have the will to fight, and how many will be willing to stay?

Ultimately, how many Witchers truly have feelings for Kaer Morhen, given the selection process of the Witcher Trials?

Once war breaks out, the outcome of being defeated one by one is predictable without even needing Precognitive Dream.

"Things aren't that bad yet..."

Even the most resolute Witcher Master were disheartened by a piece of news, and the Chief couldn't help but sigh upon seeing this.

Upon hearing this, the Witcher Master all looked up, their eyes filled with hope.

The chief deliberated for a moment.

He recounted how the king had sent the sorcerer Ban Ade as a messenger to spy on the defenses of Kaer Morhen, a task discovered by Ailin.

The witchers looked at each other in bewilderment once again.

"So the enemy isn't just the Glutton, but also the Ban Ade Wizard Academy?"

Dante thoughtfully voiced his thoughts.

The Witcher Master ' faces darkened even more.

One king could easily Ancient Sea Fortress, let alone with dozens of male wizards. How could they possibly fight against that?

The chief also fell silent; he hadn't actually figured out the crux of the problem either.

The Sorceress had just returned to Kaer Morhen yesterday and hadn't had time to think about it yet, but she wasn't particularly nervous.

Within the School of the Wolf, she only cares about Ailin; if all else fails, she'll simply teleport away with him.

With her around, there's nowhere in the world she can't go, and who would dare lay a hand on Ailin?

"If that's the case, why doesn't the king just attack directly?"

"With the king's army and the wizard's magic, they should be able to destroy Kaer Morhen easily. What are they hesitating about?"

While everyone was in a state of confusion, Ailin suddenly spoke up and asked a question.

Upon hearing this, everyone turned their gaze to the newly appointed Witcher Master.

Suddenly I realized.

Yes, if it's so easy to wipe us all out, why wait?

Upon hearing this, the chief suddenly remembered the letter that had been delivered a few days ago, glanced at Ailin, and said:

"By the way, during the spring equinox, Haxor is going to hold a Apprentice Combat Tournament between the School of the Wolf and the School of the Cat, and he invited me to go with him to discuss the matter of eliminating the elves."

"In the past, I had tested my attitude towards elves on many occasions."

"He seems to want us to put Long-ears on the School of the Wolf's hunting list?"

Apprentice Combat Tournament?

Apprentices who fail the Trial of the Mountains will definitely not be allowed to leave Kaer Morhen, so the apprentices refer to me and Huus.

Of all the people, only Ailin was truly concerned and focused his attention on the competition.

Everyone else thought the key was the elf, ignoring the first half of the chief's statement.

After all, you can't really delve into much from an apprenticeship competition.

It might just be a trap or an excuse set by the king.

Vesemir seemed to realize something, and looked thoughtfully toward Ailin's side, asking;

"Dante, when you first came back, didn't you also talk about the war between Haxor and Long-ears?"

Dante paused for a moment upon hearing this, and then said:

"Yes... yes, Haxor declared war on Long-ears because the elves stole his jewels."

"And on my way back, I also encountered the king's guards and a male witch—I think it was Ban Ade's male witch, and they seemed to be looking for someone."

After a pause, Dante asked in confusion:

"But what does the battle between the Glutton and Long-ears have to do with our current predicament?"

"Does he expect our School of the Wolf witchers to serve as his militia?"

"Wouldn't we die even faster then?"

"Not to mention..."

Dante stopped talking and looked around.

The Witcher Master all thought of this sentence at the same time, understanding each other perfectly.

The School of the Wolf adheres to neutrality.

This is their creed, an oath that even death cannot change, and the most profound lesson left behind by the Witcher Conclave.

They could not possibly follow Haxor's orders to hunt elves.

Therefore, the conflict with Haxor seems irreconcilable.

The meeting once again reached a stalemate.

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