The Witcher: Grinding Experience Starting as a Wolf School Witcher

Chapter 54 Werewolves

The night was pitch black, a cold wind swept through, and the canopies of the surrounding alder trees rustled rapidly.

"Aww!"

A wolf howl suddenly rang out, and the raven perched on the tree trunk tilted its head, then took flight, cawing loudly.

Directly beneath the tree trunk, mist rose in the air, faintly revealing a figure.

Arwen opened his eyes, his mental state at its peak, the effect of [Meditation Afterglow] triggered.

He ran his hand over the silver sword lying across his lap; the blade was coated with a thin layer of grease, and [Blade Sensing] transmitted a message.

[Wolf School Witcher Silver Sword, coated with Cursed Creature Sword Oil, increases damage dealt to cursed creatures by 10%]

He quickly took out two black glass medicine bottles from his waist pouch: a brownish-yellow owl and a cat.

He drank the medicine in one gulp.

A tremendous force surged from his lower abdomen like a tsunami, his adrenaline began to rise, causing his dark veins to bulge and his gray pupils to shrink to pinpoints.

The senses begin to intensify.

"Heave-ho... Heave-ho..."

He caught the heavy breathing and smelled a fishy odor in the air.

"They're here."

He muttered to himself, gripped the sword hilt with his right hand, and squatted down.

Mist emerged from his chest, enveloping his entire body, and his form completely blended back into his surroundings.

A dark shadow appeared in the alder forest, moving extremely fast, and arrived ten meters in front of Alwen in just a few breaths.

It stands nearly 1.8 meters tall, its entire body covered in grayish-brown fur, with high, bulging shoulders and bulging muscles.

In his right hand, which was about the size of a palm-leaf fan, he was also holding a humanoid creature.

Arwen had seen him in the dungeon; he was one of the three elves.

The latter was covered in blood, his chest rising and falling slightly; he was not yet dead.

The werewolf circled halfway around the grass before suddenly howling.

Then it crouched down, its head bobbing against the grass, its nostrils twitching and exhaling hot air.

"Hehe..."

It parted its lips, revealing sharp wolf fangs that gleamed menacingly, and foul-smelling saliva dripped from the corners of its mouth.

It smelled an odor that shouldn't be there in the feeding area.

In an instant, six purple beams of light burst forth beneath the werewolf's feet.

The werewolf's body suddenly sank, and the surrounding air became viscous at that moment.

【Yadin Sign】!

"roar!"

Before the roar could stop, a flash of light blue light appeared, followed by a silver sword light.

The werewolf hurriedly flung the elf in his hand toward Alwin's location.

Arwen used his right foot as the center point, turned sideways to dodge, and at the same time extended his left hand to deflect the force and swing the elf onto the grass.

In the blink of an eye, a sharp gust of wind rushed towards them, and sharp claws tore through the air.

"Snap!"

As the [Quen Sign] shattered, it also significantly weakened the werewolf's attack.

His right arm muscles bulged as he raised his sword to parry!

Sparks flew and the sound of metal clashing rang out.

"clang!"

A powerful force emanated from the sword hilt, and Alwin took two steps back, managing to withstand the attack thanks to the amplification of the [Giant Bloodline] power.

A look of astonishment appeared in the werewolf's fierce eyes.

In the past month, it has never encountered anyone who could stop its attacks.

Alwin gave a soft shout, his face contorted in a terrifying grimace, his grey cat eyes filled with savagery.

He rushed forward, a silver light fell, and he slashed out with his sword.

The sword pierced the werewolf's chest skin, drawing a line of blood.

The werewolf, in pain, quickly retreated.

The black-haired witcher pressed forward relentlessly, spinning his body and drawing power from the ground. He swept his sword horizontally for the second time, and then slashed diagonally with a powerful third strike!

The effect of [Spinning Blade] is triggered.

Each sword strike is faster and more ruthless than the last!

"Aww!"

The werewolf howled, and two more wounds instantly appeared on its chest.

It looked down at its chest, where blood stained the surrounding gray fur, and white smoke rose from the exposed flesh, making a sizzling sound.

The powerful self-healing ability that should have healed the wound immediately became extremely slow under the effects of the cursed creature's sword oil and the silver sword, and the wound was also accompanied by a burning stinging sensation.

It pawed at the ground with its limbs, turned and burrowed into the alder forest, suddenly disappearing from sight.

Arwen held the sword in one hand, his body spinning continuously. The werewolf did not run away; he could clearly hear the werewolf running rapidly around him.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, he formed a hand seal with his left hand, and light blue light swirled around himself.

【Kun En Dharma Seal】 has been activated again.

Rapid footsteps and breathing came from behind, getting closer and closer, as fast as lightning.

Alwin turned around quickly, his cat-like eyes reflecting the massive silhouette of the werewolf pouncing in mid-air.

The latter part of his mouth split open to its widest extent, and saliva splattered from beneath his menacing fangs.

The moment the [Kun En Seal] shattered, he pressed his left hand into the void.

"boom!"

A powerful fan-shaped shockwave blasted out, scattering leaves everywhere.

With the blessing of [Meditation Afterglow], this shockwave knocked the werewolf to the ground.

Instead of giving chase, Alwin turned and ran.

The werewolf braced himself with one arm, stood up, and his eyes flashed with extreme, violent killing intent as he gave chase.

Alwin tilted his head slightly and glanced behind him out of the corner of his eye.

Under the effects of the [Cat] potion, the werewolf's orange-red figure clung to him like a leech.

Turning my gaze, a thick alder tree appeared directly in front of me.

He lifted his right foot and stepped onto the tree stump, then slid up like a monkey, landing precisely on a sturdy branch four meters off the ground.

"Aww!"

The werewolf let out a sharp howl, its thigh muscles bulging, and leaped into the air without needing to use the tree trunk for support.

Arwen's gaze was silent as he used his [Dual Soul] ability to track the werewolf's trajectory in the air.

A silver chain had appeared in his left hand without him noticing, with a silver triangular nail at the end of the chain.

"call out!"

A silver chain flew out like a bolt of lightning, tightly binding the werewolf's arms and waist.

Using the momentum, Alwin leaped backward, the silver chain scraping against the tree branches, suspending the werewolf in mid-air.

"roar!"

The werewolf struggled with its arms, swaying its body in the air. The powerful force was transmitted from the silver chain, but due to the lever principle, the force was much lighter.

Alwin bent his legs, his spiked boots gripping the ground tightly.

With a twist of his left wrist, he wrapped the silver chain around his arm, while with his right hand he plunged the silver sword into the ground.

"ha!"

With a loud shout, he pushed his right hand toward the werewolf's position.

Sparks burst from his palm, then exploded into flames, the orange-red flames surging towards the werewolf's location.

【Igni Sign】!

The scorching heat distorted the air, instantly igniting the werewolf's fur.

A pitiful howl echoed throughout the alder forest, and all the animals in the forest scattered like birds and beasts.

The werewolf's eyes were bloodshot, its face was contorted, and its body was sizzling from the heat, especially where the silver chains bound it, from which came the aroma of roasting meat.

It shook its body violently, gripped the silver chain with its claws, and, enduring excruciating pain, forced the chain apart.

"Aww!"

It fell from mid-air, and before the sudden feeling of relief had even subsided, a fist studded with silver nails filled its entire pupil.

"sieve!"

"Aww!"

The punch landed squarely on the werewolf's face, making it see stars and its vision go black.

Then came another knee strike to its abdomen.

The intense cramping caused it to vomit up the undigested meat from the previous night.

The werewolf flailed its claws in a panic.

"Rip!"

The sharp wolf claws tore apart Alwin's leather jacket, leaving three bloody gashes.

Arwen ignored it and unleashed another punch using the [Giant Bloodline].

The cold, gray vertical pupils stared into the werewolf's eyes, and the [Axii Sign] was activated, unleashing a powerful mental attack.

At this moment, it becomes clear who the prey is and who the hunter is.

Panic and fear flashed in the werewolf's eyes, and he turned to run away.

Alwin wouldn't let this golden opportunity slip by. He swung the silver chain in his left hand again, binding the werewolf's legs, then his hands, and finally his body.

The werewolf howled desperately, but was met with a punch that knocked its nose crooked.

Alwin pressed his knee against its head, making it almost impossible for the latter to breathe.

He took out the shirt made of five parsley leaves from the inner liner, tore it in half, and forced it onto the werewolf's body.