When Vesemir was thinking about life, the scene in the light red bubble was different from what the witcher masters imagined. Although the sorceress and the chief had their backs to everyone and had turned on the soundproof magic. But there was no sound in the bubble, at least no sound of conversation. "Pah~Pah~" The warm water dripped on the snow, melting small holes in the snow. The sorceress leaned against the larch with her head down. Under the cover of dark clouds, the sky was dim, making it difficult to see the expression on her face. The chief of the Wolf School also lowered his head. After hearing the sound of tears falling, he came back to look at the sorceress. "Cha~Cha~Cha~" Even if the footsteps were gentle, they could not be hidden from the sorceress.
"Don't touch me!" The light voice permeated through the dark red hair. The chief's hand, which originally wanted to touch her shoulder, paused and then retracted it. "Wei..." The sorceress heard a familiar voice, calling a familiar nickname in a familiar tone, and raised her head suddenly as if she was stressed. On her pale face, the eyeliner was wet with tears, leaving two black tear marks. Embarrassed and fierce. She stared at the chief fiercely: "Don't tell me about the child of miracles anymore!" "It's impossible for Erin to survive if he encounters a Cyclops alone..." "Vera..." The chief was about to explain, but was interrupted again. The sorceress was out of control, cursing loudly, and the magic around her was surging with her anger. The light red soundproof bubble was shaken by the magic, and it seemed to be trembling in fear as if it had life. "I don't know what kind of magic I was hit by, but I actually believed what you and that charlatan said..." "Erin is not a child of miracles at all, he is just an ordinary human child..." "Vera, calm down!" The chief's tone became serious. The ground was shaking slightly, and large pieces of snow slowly floated up from the ground. Nature responded to the sorceress's anger. "I actually believed the lies of you demons and let my child suffer such torture..."
"I will kill that charlatan after I get my child's body back..." "Soy Henrietta, I am going to take Alin home now, are you going to stop me?" The sorceress's eyes turned completely red, just like her pupils. In an instant. The wind whistled around her, and the void ignited flames, melting the snow on the ground and floating in the sky. The elemental magic in the atmosphere was her most devout servant at this moment, and she gave her orders. "Pop~" The light red bubble suddenly burst like a real soap bubble because of the violent vibration of magic. "Buzz~Buzz~Buzz~" Almost at the same time, the chests of all the demon hunters present hummed at the same time. The school badges were frantically warning their masters. However, such violent magic fluctuations can be felt even by ordinary demon hunters without badges. "Clang!" The witcher masters were so excited that their hair stood on end, and they instinctively drew out the silver swords behind them. "Ms. Vera!" They shouted one after another, hoping that the sorceress could calm down. At the same time, the witcher masters quickly surrounded the chief and the sorceress. As the most powerful sorceresses in the northern countries, the sorceress's rage made them feel that they were facing the legendary dragon. Even though the weapons in their hands were divine weapons carefully collected and forged over hundreds of years, the witcher masters had no confidence at all. However, this would not make them retreat. The Wolf School claims to be the orthodoxy of the witcher cult. Stubbornness is the advantage of the wolf school witchers, but also their disadvantage. The witcher masters are the most outstanding people in the Wolf School, and also the most stubborn ones. They are willing to defend the traditions of the witcher cult with their lives. And the most basic and important one in the tradition is: the apprentice's trial cannot be interfered with! There is no doubt. The sorceress violated their taboo. But even though six weapons were pointed at her, the sorceress still looked straight at the chief without changing her expression, waiting for his reply.
As long as she made up her mind, the only person here who deserved her serious attention was the chief of the Wolf School. The chief's long hair was blown by the strong wind. He squinted his eyes, and his dark golden cat pupils shrank into a vertical line, staring directly at Vera's inhuman pupils. Unlike when the apprentices just came back, the sorceress at that time was safe even if she took out the potion. But since she entered this state, it means that she has made up her mind to find Aelin even if she kills everyone in front of her and around her. The chief sighed, stretched his right hand back, and drew out the steel sword. "Vera, I still believe that Aelin is not dead..." Seeing that the sorceress's expression did not waver at all, he swallowed the second half of the sentence back into his stomach. Then he concentrated and held his breath, holding the middle of the sword. For a moment, the air seemed to stagnate. The killer lakeside was tense. A melee could break out at any time. Although Vesemir held a sword like other witchers, he didn't want to be hostile to the sorceress. He couldn't find a reason to be hostile. After learning that Arryn "died" at the hands of the Cyclops, he began to doubt the necessity of trials and traditions. "Eh~" Vesemir sighed. How could Arryn die in the mountain trial? He tilted his head to look at the place where the apprentices were trying, where Ailin's soul went. "Huh~" The next moment, he seemed to see a black spot slowly moving down the snow-capped mountain. Vesemir rubbed his eyes subconsciously. There really was a black spot moving. Killer Lake was a place where few people went. Who else could that black spot be except Ailin? "Wait!" "Ailin is not dead, he is back!" The sorceress heard the words and had no time to think about the truth and looked in the direction of the voice. Sure enough. On the mountain road where the apprentices finished their trials, a black spot was slowly approaching the Killer Lake. "Snap"
A snap of fingers. A bronze mirror appeared in front of everyone. The mirror was pure white, and no human figure could be found. However, with the vibration of the demon hunter badge, the bronze mirror shook rapidly. A dirty and tender face gradually emerged in the pure white. It was Ailin. "Snap!" Another snap of fingers. The black tear marks on the sorceress's face disappeared, and her makeup returned to its exquisite appearance. Then she glanced at the tense crowd and glanced at the chief. "Ahem~" The chief consciously sheathed his sword and coughed lightly. The demon hunters were awakened from the shock of the return of the "dead" apprentice. They followed the sound and saw the chief smiling and gesturing, and then looked at the sorceress who seemed to have lived a peaceful life as if nothing had happened. After looking at each other, they said nothing and put away their weapons as if nothing had happened. The tense moment was over, and most of the demon hunter masters felt a sense of absurdity in their hearts. "The struggle that almost caused them heavy casualties started and ended because of a demon hunter apprentice." After a while. As the black spot slowly enlarged, several demon hunters gradually discovered that the shape of the black spot seemed a little wrong. Leto tilted his head and asked directly: "Vesemir, is Alin carrying something strange?" New author and new book, please read, comment, collect, and vote! The third round of recommendations, please read on!