The Witcher: Grinding Experience Starting as a Wolf School Witcher

Chapter 95 Preparations Before the Decisive Battle

The cave was filled with mosses and mushrooms.

Alwin briefly recounted what had happened in the shoemaker's village.

Geralt and Frey's expressions changed from disbelief at first to anger later.

"You mean, it wasn't the Witcher who killed the young count, but Atamon?"

"Oh my God, if this is really as you say, this will be a huge event that will shake the whole of Cordwin."

Frey gasped in surprise, covering her mouth.

"That's right, but it still needs to be assessed by a professional female sorcerer healer."

Alwin took out a silver dagger. On the top of the gauntlet was engraved a black bird, the emblem of the legless bird.

Due to Mitchell's intense resentment, the dagger was preserved intact.

The tip even still had traces of dark brown blood.

Frey didn't refuse, brushing her hand over the dagger while softly chanting a spell.

The dark brown bloodstains seemed to come alive, turning bright red again, and a drop of blood condensed from the tip of the dagger flew into the palm of her hand.

"Buzzing..."

As the badge vibrated, the drop of blood trembled violently, protruding dense spikes like a sea urchin.

Frey's lips moved slightly. "There's no mistake. I've had contact with all the great nobles of Cordwin, and I know their blood better than anyone."

"This is indeed the bloodline of the Marquis of Grafiacan."

Upon reaching the conclusion, Geralt clenched his fists. "Then it all makes sense! This is a vicious conspiracy against the Witchers!"

Holt, having received confirmation from Frey, whispered, "Damn it, Bernyov, did you hear that? It's time for him to pay for his crimes in blood."

Seeing that the two were agitated, Frey quickly said, "Be careful, witchers. I understand your anger, but this is very dangerous."

"Assassinating Atamon is almost impossible. He is a golem master, and you will have a hard time getting close to him unless he agrees."

"He is also the dean of the Ban Ade Magic Academy, and he has students who follow him all year round, which makes your thinking even more difficult."

Alwin remained calm. "Yes, we need to be prepared."

"However, since it's difficult to get close to Atamon, let him come to us; that way, our chances of winning will be higher."

Holt and Geralt both looked at him.

Both of them realized that Alwin was referring to the Alzu Stone Ring, which was indeed a good way to lure the snake out of its hole.

Frey watched as the three of them tacitly chose not to speak, and did not press the matter further.

As a therapist, she has very strong professional ethics, especially regarding other people's privacy, and would never use mind-reading magic casually.

Alwin continued, "It's certainly satisfying to get rid of the ringleader, but there's something even more important. Killing Atamon isn't the end. 'Freaks, or the Description of Witchers' has had a profound impact on Cordwin, and its influence has even spread to neighboring countries."

"To put an end to this completely, we cannot do it by our own power alone; we need someone of extremely high status to prove our innocence."

Holt lowered his eyes. "The only ones capable of doing this are probably the Royal Family of Cordwin, no, it must be His Majesty King Miodrag."

"Only that royal decree can completely reverse the situation."

Geralt asked, puzzled, "But how do we persuade King Cordwin?"

A silence fell over everyone. Suddenly, Alvin looked up. "I have an idea, but I don't know if it will work..."

Two hours later.

A small mountain stream runs not far from the cave.

Alwin was completely naked, his strong muscles as hard as if carved by a knife and axe, and full of explosive power.

Frey stood to the side; as a sorceress and healer, she was already quite accustomed to the male body.

But the sculpted physique of a Witcher is still quite admirable.

Especially in a certain area, the ability is far beyond what an ordinary man can possess.

She held a delicate little wooden box in her hand, inside which lay a piece of glass-like yellow object.

"This is a body-tempering ointment made by the Temple of Meritelli. A nun named Nannick asked me to entrust it to you."

At this point, she looked directly into Alwin's cat eyes.

"I thought this thing no longer existed, but I didn't expect that the recipe would still be passed down."

"As far as I know, this ointment has an extremely high failure rate, including among the Witcher who came from Risberg."

"Over the past few centuries, only a handful of lucky individuals have successfully transformed and managed to maintain their rationality."

"This is a hybrid beast that uses the heart of a petrified lizard and isn't even a wyvern."

"And yours, just by looking at the color of this ointment, is of a high grade, at least among the top of the sub-dragon species."

"Be careful, Witcher."

"I understand," Alwyn said, spreading his arms wide. This was made from the heart of a Royal Pterodactyl, a top predator among wyverns, whose resentment was far more terrifying than that of any petrified lizard.

But there was no fear on his face. "Come on, time is of the essence, we have no way out."

Frey’s eyes showed appreciation as she placed the wooden box on a moss-free bluestone.

She immediately raised her right palm, her slender fingers brushing across the wooden box, and sang a high-pitched tune.

The amber-like crystalline ointment was enveloped in magic, suspended in the air, and divided into seven evenly sized small pieces.

The plaster was quickly flattened and deformed into a transparent veil large enough to cover Alwin's entire body.

A cool sensation seeped into his body, and Alwin took a deep breath, followed by a terrifying burning sensation.

The skin began to crack, the blood gradually boiled, and the muscles and bones trembled.

A massive, violent malice suddenly arose from the depths of his heart, frantically robbing him of his reason.

kill!kill!kill!

Arwen's face contorted as he forced himself to focus, unleashing the effect of [Dual Soul].

At the same time, the [Giant Bloodline] has broken the shackles of its bodily functions and is frantically absorbing the energy of the Royal Pterodactyl Ointment.

His fists clenched so tightly they made a popping sound like popping beans.

Ten catties, a hundred catties, a thousand catties...

The excruciating pain in his body made it difficult for him to even stand.

But that's not enough, far from enough!

A pale blue glint flashed in Alwin's eyes.

The mental power boost from the [Hellhound Mutant] and his training in [Basic Meditation Lv2] had long since given him mental control that surpassed that of ordinary magic apprentices.

Frey, who was standing by, felt the spiritual power erupting from the former's body and her beautiful eyes widened.

"This...this spiritual power? It has already surpassed the scope of Dharma Seals, how is this possible?"

When she first met Alwin, she found the interrupted magic crystal mirror strange.

At the time, I wondered if a wizard was secretly helping the Witcher, or if someone wanted to use the Witcher to kill Atamon.

Now everything is working.

The black-haired youth before them was not only a demon hunter, but also a young magic apprentice.

Frey murmured, "No wonder the technique was so rough..."

Within his spiritual sea of ​​consciousness, the resentment of the gray-yellow royal pterosaur was roaring.

But countless silver chains have already bound its soul.

The chains tightened until they completely strangled and submerged the resentment.

"boom!"

Alwen let out a long roar, like a dragon's cry, which startled the surrounding birds and beasts into scattering. His powerful blood energy transformed into a wave of heat that swept outwards.

After extreme pain comes rebirth; the cracked skin heals at a visible speed thanks to the residual medicinal effects of the ointment.

I could hear a strong, powerful heartbeat in my ears, and my hands were clenched into fists, with an extremely powerful force gathering within my body.

He slowly raised his head, his grayish-yellow vertical pupils turning completely yellow, his voice low and chilling.

"It's time to end this..."