The Divine Hunter

The third morning.

The rising sun covered the walls of Academy Island with a pale golden gauze.

Outside the rare zoo, Niubao scholars bathed in the peaceful breeze with a solemn expression.

"Just last night, the boss of the Boar Army, Frodimi Ifric, escaped from Ossenfurt Prison."

An ominous premonition surged across the witcher group. "Don't worry professor, tell me slowly, what's going on? I don't believe anyone would dare to jail in Osenfurt."

They have learned about the situation in Ossenfurt Prison. This "city within a city" is heavily guarded by three layers and three layers, and the security is extremely high.

It's hard to imagine how Flodimi escaped from birth?

"According to the information I got," Linus Pete said with a deep unease on his face, his whole body was on pins and needles, "Frodimi suddenly disappeared into the air in the presence of a group of prisoners. It sounds ridiculous, like magic."

"Are you sure this isn't a joke made up by the prisoner?"

"I've spoken to several witnesses and their surprise was no pretense."

"Did they notice any other unusual movements? Like a slight earthquake, weird noises, high winds?"

"I didn't ask that carefully." Linus Pitt replied hesitantly.

"At that time, all the wild boar army should be killed to avoid future troubles!" Phryus' gray-green pupils flickered fiercely.

Everyone fell into silence, and the atmosphere became depressed.

"What do you think?" Lesotho rubbed his bald head with a solemn expression on his face.

"Let me guess, Phlodimi Ifric must have made friends with warlocks." Oakes analyzed, "As far as I know, some warlocks with high magic power can do this to such an extent that they can escape from prison without a trace. Rescue a person silently."

Cantila frowned slightly, "Don't forget, Frodimi's brother Ogild is still on the run, maybe he contacted a spellcaster!"

"Come on, everyone, I also understand the ability of spellcasters. They are not gods, and they can make wishes come true with the move of a finger," Serret shook his head and retorted, "The warlock wants to transfer the living from one place to another. Another place, at least need the power of the space gate? Space fluctuations can’t hide the other prisoners and guarding soldiers in the prison.”

"Sorcerers can pass the blindfold,

Confuse and deceive human senses, what those people see and hear is not necessarily true. "Friuston paused," but this matter is absolutely inseparable from magic. As for the specific reason, Mr. Linus, can you take us to the scene to see it? "

"No problem, as long as the two guys can be recaptured." Linus Pitt was confident that he could get him back after he had escaped from an Ogilder. But now that even Frodimi has disappeared without a trace in such a bizarre way, he has to worry that he will be revenge by the Ifric family brothers.

During the deliberations of the crowd, the young witcher frowned, intuition telling him that what happened in the prison was not the work of a certain warlock.

"Is everything back to square one. Gaunt O'Dim returned to reality to help Ogierd, if not, who was there to help him?"

…

Frodimi came back to his senses from a brief moment of loss, and his eyes stared blankly at the surrounding environment. Under the dim sky, the moonlight illuminated the dense woods, the wet mud under his feet, and the tender green grass sprouts covered with dew. .

A watery breeze passed by.

He shivered and rubbed his eyes.

Make sure you're in the wilderness, not Ossenfurt's prison, or near it.

"what's the situation?"

Frodimi clearly remembered that he was discussing with the brothers of the Wild Boar Gang how to deal with the difficulties of the soldiers a second ago. Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, how could he move from the prison to the wild in the blink of an eye?

This experience is too mysterious.

"A hallucination, or am I dreaming?" Frodimi slapped himself in disbelief. His movements were weak and weak. After being tortured by the soldiers in the prison, he was covered in scars and was extremely weak.

"hiss--"

But the clear pain in his cheek told him the answer.

"This is not an illusion, my dear brother..." A familiar voice suddenly sounded from behind, and Frodimi felt his scalp tingle instantly.

He turned around in a hurry, and a tall, gaunt-looking man approached and stood up.

"Ogild! You..." Frodimi opened his mouth, his eyes widened in surprise, and then he was a little confused.

After only a day or two of absence, there was some inexplicable change in Ogilder, not from facial features or figure.

The face on the other side was still angular, handsome, and full of masculine charm. It was pale and tired, but there was a strange look in its eyes.

As for his temperament, his whole person seems to be covered with a layer of mist, which makes it unreal and difficult to understand.

"Ogild, why are you here? You rescued me?" He staggered forward and took a step forward, and the man opposite quickly supported his arms, his fingers touching the skin were cold and oozing people.

"Frodimi, my only relative, how can I sit and watch you suffer in prison? Of course, I have to get you out as soon as possible!"

"how did you do it?"

Frodimi glanced inadvertently, and found that Ogierd's right forearm had an ancient blood-red symbol at some point. He knew his brother very well, and was absolutely sure that there was no tattoo at that location.

Ogierd noticed the detail, smiled wearily, and covered the tattoo with his sleeve.

"It's a long story, to put it simply, a great existence took pity on me and gave me a new life." Ogilder shook his head, "I'll explain it to you later when I have time. Now leave me completely for now. There's a lot of nasty flies out there hunting us down, Osenfurt, can't stay too long."

"Great existence?" Frodimi was taken aback for a moment, his brother would never have fooled himself with such vagueness before, but he did not forcefully ask.

"Ogiard, are we the only two leaving Orsenfurt?" Frodimi asked. "Since you have a way to get me out, can you also get the dozens of brothers in prison out. Goofy asked a lot of old accounts and listed a lot of crimes for everyone, and they are afraid they will suffer from flesh and blood."

Ogierd shook his head and sighed, "I'm sorry, but my ability is limited at the moment... The matter of rescuing the brothers in the gang can only be discussed later, when we settle down."

"Don't blame yourself, my brother, everyone's sins will not be in vain, I promise you," Ogierde's eyes flashed with horror, "Witcher, Linus Pete... No one can escape!"

"It's only in the future. When the time comes, Alice will take back the family manor!"

Frodimi bowed his head. "But where can we escape to? The family estate was sealed off by Osenfurt's bastards? And signs were posted everywhere."

"Where did you fall, where did you get up, now, let's find a place to stay in the suburbs around Ossenfurt... Discuss the next move."

In addition, he must figure out how to use the third wish, and deal with the master mirror who asks for the soul.

Ordinary people can't get in touch with demons and don't know about it, so it's best to find an expert in the field of esotericism to give them advice.