The Witcher: Wolf School's Hunting Notes

"It's not time yet..."

The royal griffin retracted its aura, its claws crawling against the ground like a ghost in the night sky, hovering beneath the starlit canopy.

Its lion-like golden eyes coldly observed the turmoil in the forest.

"Yes, it's not time yet, far from it." Allen tightened his grip on the griffin's rough mane and took a deep breath.

The Witchers' sharp vision allowed both him and Vesemir to clearly see Sara's anger and struggle.

And thanks to the Cat Eye potion, they could even see more clearly than Sara, who was on the battlefield.

Countless ghouls quietly lurked in the woods, including alghoul, rotfiends, and even two Scurver crouching, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

The situation was far more dangerous than Sara had realized.

There was something the two Witchers could do.

The royal griffin could deal with one of the Scurver, while Allen could handle the other. In this narrow terrain, Vesemir, with his silver sword and Igni spell at hand, could easily keep the ghouls, rotfiends, and alghouls at bay.

But they couldn't do anything.

Sara, or rather, everyone represented by the flames on the ground—whether they were ordinary humans, priests, or sorceresses—was there as part of a plan to lead the ghouls away from the "ritual" area as much as possible.

If they intervened now, they would only save people temporarily, but it would also make the dark god's ritual more alert.

Perhaps due to their earlier escape in the daytime, the dark god's ritual had already become more cautious, causing the ghouls' range of activity to expand unusually.

But if they intervened now, the ghouls' expanded range would likely retract back toward the ritual area, and disrupting the ritual to expel the dark god would become nothing but a wishful thought.

"This is a war," Vesemir said softly. "In a war, every person is a pawn, even you and I can be sacrificed, as long as it leads to victory."

He paused, pressing his right hand on Allen's shoulder, his amber Cat Eyes shining in the darkness.

"Once we lose, no matter how many people we save, Death will grab them by the throat again, and it will drag even more down with it..."

"I understand." Allen took a deep breath and nodded.

In fact, if thought of from a different angle, while the abnormal behavior of the ghouls had disrupted their offensive plan, commanding the monsters to not attack and intimidating them to leave could still tell them a lot.

If they weren't afraid, worried that the ritual might be disrupted, why would the dark god need to intimidate humans with an army of monsters?

Thinking of this, Allen's heart felt much calmer.

And then suddenly...

"Roar~"

The forest was filled with a chorus of beastly roars.

Allen's heart stopped for a second, and he hurriedly looked down.

A large group of ghouls emerged from the darkness, crawling on all fours, baring their fetid yellow fangs, slowly advancing toward Sara and the monster hunting regiment's soldiers.

In front of these monsters, Sara and his soldiers were as weak as ants.

"This is war," Allen said to himself again, "and war requires sacrifice."

Creek creek~

Vesemir's teeth also ground together, his fists clenched tightly.

"Ah~"

The two Witchers sighed in unison before looking at each other.

They understood the grand principles, but watching familiar people be killed right before their eyes...

They couldn't do it.

Closing their eyes and turning away wasn't an option either.

"Forget it." Allen sighed softly, walking toward the base of the griffin's wing. "As long as we don't reveal the griffin, and are careful, it should be fine..."

Vesemir didn't counter, silently following behind him.

But how could it really be fine?

The griffin would be easily spotted when it landed...

And even if they seized the opportunity, escaping the chaotic battle and flying to the ritual site would be difficult...

Especially with soldiers all around, fighting with all their might—how could they seize the opportunity?

Moreover, if they showed mercy now, wouldn't they regret it later?

But Vesemir said nothing, not only because the griffin would only follow Allen's commands, but also because he didn't mind this side of Allen.

Vesemir was even proud of him.

A fourteen-year-old child, even with great strength, would struggle to control such power without a soft heart.

Just like the Cat School, weren't they strong?

Honestly, at the same level, the Witchers of the Wolf School couldn't beat those Cat School rejects.

But in the end, it was the Cat School that fell apart, not the Wolf.

When you sacrifice everything for a goal, perhaps that goal itself will be sacrificed in the end.

"Good girl, fly a little lower."

Allen drew Elsa and gave a soft command in his mind.

"Shriek~"

The royal griffin obediently responded with a low growl and slowly descended.

"Wait!"

Vesemir suddenly spoke up, his face changing drastically. "Quick! Quickly! Tell the good girl to rise!"

Allen froze for a moment but still obeyed his command, urging the griffin to flap its wings and soar into the sky.

"What's happening—"

Before Allen could finish his sentence, a high-pitched incantation echoed from the ground.

"That's Tissaia's voice!" Allen immediately recognized the tone and squinted in the direction of the sound.

In the rear half of the fiery serpent, a graceful figure hovered half a meter off the ground, surrounded by a faint purple mystical mist.

"Not enough! Fly higher, quickly!" Vesemir shouted urgently.

Not enough?

Allen instinctively issued a command in his mind, then turned his head and asked, "Do you know what kind of magic that is?"

"Of course, I've seen it with my own eyes," Vesemir fixed his gaze on the humans below, now appearing as ants against the raging wind. "Geoffrey Monck's Firestorm..."

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

Intense magical fluctuations surged from the ground, rising like boiling steam.

The strong buzzing sound of the Witcher medallion interrupted Vesemir.

"Roar! Roar!"

The ghouls howled uneasily.

A vertical, narrow line of fire appeared right at the center of the approaching ghouls and Sara, stretching up to five hundred meters.

As soon as it was created, the fire line rapidly thickened and twisted with Tissaia's mystical incantation.

"Whoosh~"

In the blink of an eye, before the ghouls could react, the curving fire line suddenly expanded into a towering flame vortex.

The fierce wind howled, sending sand and stones flying.

The flame vortex dispersed the darkness and charged straight into the ghoul horde, setting fire to the rotfiends hiding behind them, revealing the positions of the alghouls and Scurver.

"Ah—"

Wherever the fiery tornado passed, a powerful pull immediately sucked in all the surrounding ghouls, along with the rocks and trees they clung to, whisked up by the overwhelming force.

The ghouls spiraled upwards, their agonized screams ceasing after rising just ten meters. Their grayish-brown skin ignited, burned into black ash, and then dissolved into flying cinders with the centrifugal rotation.

Everywhere the flame tornado passed, the grass, trees, and shrubs were instantly ignited, uprooted, leaving behind a scorched, steaming stone path.

And curiously, apart from this path, no other areas were affected.

"Such powerful magic control!"

Allen couldn't help but admire, then ordered the griffin to fly a little farther to prevent the flames from revealing their position.

The magic Tissaia released had broken the siege, allowing him to breathe a temporary sigh of relief.

"Geoffrey Monck's Firestorm," Vesemir relaxed and grabbed the griffin's mane from behind its neck. "It's the most famous fire spell, created by Geoffrey Monck, the founder of the Brotherhood of Sorcerers who liked to capture djinns. It's known for both its power and difficulty."

"Have you seen Tissaia cast this spell before?" Allen asked curiously.

"It wasn't Tissaia," Vesemir paused for a second, sighed, and then said, "It was another sorceress, another arrogant and proud sorceress. She also died from this spell..."

There's a story there... Allen raised an eyebrow, considering asking more, but—

"Roar~"

The roars from the forest interrupted his thoughts.

The ghouls driven away by the Firestorm were enraged by the humans' audacity, howling as they bypassed the raging flames and once again charged toward the monster hunting regiment.

But now, with the Firestorm clearing a path ahead, the narrow mountain path forced them to only approach from the steep slopes on either side.

Though some ghouls occasionally lost their footing and fell off the cliffs, the sheer number of them still allowed plenty to charge toward the human army.

Unfortunately...

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Explosions, crashes, and thunderclaps resounded one after another.

Flames, thunder, boulders, and ice spikes surged forward like waves, crashing into the oncoming ghouls, immediately forcing them back in disarray.

Sara commanded the frontline monster hunting squads to advance right behind the burning heat waves, clearing a small patch of open ground.

Suddenly, one by one, orange-red shimmering portals appeared, and the first group of sorceresses, riding strange alchemical beasts, arrived at the front line.

"Fire magic, target the rotfiends..." Tissaia, stepping out of the portal, immediately began directing the sorceresses, "Ice spikes and lightning, target the eyes of the alghouls; they are the brains of the ghouls, don't let them see the situation clearly..."

She then issued orders to the second batch of arriving sorceresses.

With a series of unfamiliar incantations.

"Boom~"

Allen watched as the trees shook, the ground trembled, and a brownish magical glow enveloped the land on the edge of the mountain path where the human army was positioned.

Mudslides emerged from the ground, and the narrow mountain path rapidly widened.

In truth, the narrowness of the path affected both the ghouls and the humans.

The fact that the first few sorceresses could immediately suppress the ghouls was precisely because of this.

The ghouls ahead retreated, dying, blocking the path for those behind them. Sorceresses on both sides of the path pressed down from above and below, keeping them from advancing an inch.

But this was an offensive battle, not a city defense; the humans had to advance while killing and repelling the ghouls.

Moreover, the sorceresses' magic mostly required incantations and had to settle the elemental turbulence after casting, so after the first wave of attacks, the sorceresses entered a "cooldown" period.

Additionally, this place was still far from the first monster's lair, and harder battles awaited. They couldn't afford to exhaust all their mental and magical energy here.

Thus, during this time, the human army had to protect them.

"Quick! Quick! Quick!"

Officers shouted from behind the monster hunting regiment.

A large group of soldiers Allen had never seen before, after the mountain path was widened, unhesitatingly crossed the newly expanded brown stone road, interspersing through the monster hunting regiment and the sorceresses who were still casting spells, advancing to the front line.

"Thud thud thud~"

Tower shields, each about a person's height and adorned with sharp spikes, were removed from the backs of soldiers beside them and placed firmly on the ground in front of them, protecting the monster hunting regiment's soldiers and sorceresses behind them.

Between each pair of shields, only a narrow gap remained, just enough for the monster hunting regiment's soldiers' silver-bladed polearms to slip through and engage the enemy.

Clearly.

While the ghouls had arrived earlier than expected, the three forces still had quick countermeasures, and the cooperation between the sorceresses and the human army was surprisingly good.

"It's not over yet!"

Vesemir cried out in alarm.

The Archpriestess of the Temple of Melitele, Ianna, walked out from the sorceress portal, praying with her eyes closed.

Gentle golden light flickered on her simple priestly robes.

"...Praise the Mother of All, the goddess of harvest, fertility, and childbirth, the eternal guardian of the maiden, the mother, and the crone..."

"...Your followers, at this moment, ask for your protection, that the heroes fighting evil may no longer fight bare and unarmed..."

"Whoosh~"

Before Ianna finished speaking, it was as if a stone had dropped into calm water, and brilliant golden light spread out in waves from her as the center.

Where the ripples spread, whether it was the sorceresses, the monster hunting regiment's soldiers, or the soldiers holding tower shields, the outermost layers of their skirts, leather armor, armor, and tower shields instantly glowed with a warm yellow light, as if these garments, armor, and shields had been woven and forged by divine light itself.

"...Your followers, at this moment, ask for your protection, that the heroes fighting evil may no longer wield rusted blades..."

In an instant.

All the soldiers' swords, axes, and polearms shone with a blinding golden light.

"...The carefree maiden will open the eternal golden wheat field for the heroes..."

"...The kindly, maternal pregnant woman will watch over the warriors' children and families..."

"...The stern and learned crone will punish the cowardly and faint-hearted..."

With each word that Ianna spoke, a new wrinkle appeared on her smooth face. But her voice grew louder and more sacred, more holy.

The echoing layers of sound reverberated through the mountains.

It was as if the entire Mahakam was responding to the goddess's blessing and divine gift.

"...Praise the Mother of All, the goddess of harvest, fertility, and childbirth, the eternal guardian of the maiden, the mother, and the crone..."

As the final praise was uttered, Ianna's youthful appearance faded, returning to her ancient form.

The sparkling priestly robes also lost their divine golden glow.

However, around her, every human seemed to burn like a sun, their bodies not aflame, but their fighting spirit seemingly capable of igniting kindling.

"Melitele above! Kill!"

Sara, feeling the surge of power within him, contorted his face, veins bulging on his forehead. He raised his knight's sword, glowing with golden light, and shouted.

At that very moment.

Tissaia's Firestorm released its final flash of crimson flames.

Ahead, there was only the widened mountain path, and a large group of ghouls stunned in place by the sudden eruption of the human army.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

In an instant.

The human army turned the tide, like a surging golden wave, crashing fiercely into the ghouls.

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