The Witcher: Grinding Proficiency Starting with the Witcher

Li Wei dismounted, his gaze slightly lowered.

"Hey, still just a kid!"

"Look at this face, I wonder which nobleman and whore had this child, it's cleaner than the prostitutes in the city."

A bandit wielding a pitchfork stepped forward, taunting them with vulgar language.

"You little brat, you haven't even grown all your feathers yet, don't try to act like an adult and show off your sword skills. Go home and drink your milk!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Li Wei ignored the foul language and simply raised his right hand to take the greatsword from his back.

The broad blade struck the ground with a dull thud.

Under the sunlight, the massive sword gleamed with a cold, icy light.

The bandit holding the pitchfork stopped laughing abruptly, as if someone had grabbed his throat.

He had only ever seen such a large sword on the backs of high-ranking knights.

"Wait...wait a minute..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Wei leaned forward slightly, took a step, and moved faster and faster.

The greatsword swept out horizontally, bringing with it a gust of wind!

"Click-clack!"

The pitchfork's wooden pole was destroyed like rotten wood in the face of absolute power, with wood chips flying everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, the bandit's body was severed at the waist by the giant sword, and his waist turned into a pool of indistinct flesh.

"what!"

A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the woods.

Upon seeing this, Kieran's pupils constricted sharply, and he immediately drew his steel sword from his waist, roaring angrily.

"You dare mess with the Wild Dogs Gang? Looks like you're prepared to die! Attack!"

The two bandits beside him, dressed in simple cloth armor, immediately drew their steel swords and rushed towards Li Wei's position.

One of the smaller men was incredibly fast; he lunged forward and thrust his sword at them.

Li Wei raised his sword to parry.

"Ding!"

Sparks flew across the greatsword.

The skinny man's eyes were filled with horror. He had used all his strength to strike, but his opponent hadn't even taken a single step back.

"Go to hell, you freak!"

The other person attacked from the left flank.

Li Wei swiftly formed a hand seal with his left hand and pressed it into the air towards his location.

"boom!"

The powerful impact sent the man flying to the ground.

"Gika!"

The robber in front of him hurriedly shouted.

In the instant he was distracted, a tremendous force suddenly came from his knee. The excruciating pain sent chills down his spine, and he instantly lost his balance, collapsing to his knees in a sorry state.

He raised his head, but before he could utter a word of pleading, the broad blade had already sliced ​​across his face.

Everything in my vision was blood red, and the world spun around me.

"Witchcraft! It's witchcraft!"

Gika, lying on the ground, witnessed everything. He frantically scrambled his hands across the ground, forcing his body to back up. He was so terrified that he soiled himself and was completely out of his mind.

Li Wei strode forward and, without the slightest hesitation, ended his opponent's life with a single sword strike.

Seeing his right-hand men killed in the blink of an eye, Kieran was so terrified that his legs trembled and he turned to flee for his life.

As for the remaining henchmen, they were a motley crew of thugs and ruffians who usually only dared to bully unarmed serfs and vagrants. They had never seen such a bloody scene before.

At that moment, they all stood frozen in place, not daring to utter a sound.

Watching Kieran flee in a disheveled state, Li Wei planted his greatsword into the mud with one hand, took the elven longbow from his back with his left hand, and drew an iron arrow from his quiver with his right.

Drawing the bow and shooting the arrow were done in one smooth motion.

"call out!"

A sharp whooshing sound echoed through the forest as the arrow, like a black lightning bolt, hurtled straight for Kieran's back.

"what!"

With a short scream, Kieran staggered and fell to his knees.

"call out!"

Another arrow struck, but this time it pierced straight through the back of his head.

He didn't even have time to scream before he fell straight to the ground, completely silent.

Li Wei shrugged and murmured softly.

"Be more careful in your next life; don't run away with your back to an archer."

[Slay four bandits! Whirlwind Cross Slash proficiency +4! Black Python Body Tempering Breathing Technique proficiency +4! Impact Seal proficiency +1!]

"Such a low level of proficiency? It's a thankless task."

His gaze swept over the surroundings, and the remaining eleven bandits shuddered. They threw down their weapons and knelt down one after another.

"Witcher...no...sir...please spare us!"

"We're just ordinary people, trying to make a living!"

"We never intended to kill anyone! Robbing that merchant was Kieran's idea; we just wanted to buy some drinks!"

"Sir, please spare me! I have a disabled mother at home to take care of..."

The robbers wept bitterly, their cries filled with sorrow.

Li Wei's gaze remained cold and indifferent.

He knew in his heart that these people didn't know they were wrong, but rather that they knew they would die if they didn't admit their mistakes.

He ignored the cries of the people and instead turned his gaze to Aite on horseback.

A cruel smile crept across Aite's lips as he spoke slowly and deliberately.

"White Wolf Town is just ahead. Take them there. I remember there's a mine there. Baron Olsen will probably be happy to deal with them, and we might even get some bounty."

"No! We don't want to go to Baron Olsen's place!"

"Going there is worse than being killed! Let us go!"

"call out!"

The arrow pierced the air, and another of the most vocal bandits fell to the ground.

The noisy sounds vanished instantly, and the scene fell silent.

People always need to make comparisons when faced with problems. Going to the baron to receive punishment, getting a few lashes, and becoming a mining slave is at least better than dying now.

Li Wei agreed with Aite's choice.

Killing these people would only be a waste of their crimes and would only dirty your hands.

If the corpses are left to rot here, they might attract ghouls and cause unnecessary trouble.

Sent to the mines as slaves, to squeeze out their last bit of value, is the perfect solution.

With this in mind, an idea popped into his head.

"I wish I had a territory..."

His desire to own a big house is an obsession ingrained in his very being.

Mavis glanced at the corpses scattered on the ground, her brows furrowing slightly beneath her hood, and she covered her nose with her hand.

Aite caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye and joked, "Beautiful lady, are you not used to such bloody scenes?"

"No."

Mavis shook her head, her voice cold and clear, "Since they've become robbers, the gallows are their final resting place."

Aite was taken aback. He had thought Mavis was just an innocent sorceress who only knew how to heal and save lives, but he hadn't expected her to have such a rational and decisive side.

Hearing this, the bandits kneeling on the ground, intimidated by Li Wei and Aite, all lowered their heads and dared not utter a single rebuttal.

The merchant also got up from the ground, straightened his clothes, and bowed deeply to the three of them.

"My lords, my name is Colin Reed. I am very grateful for your help. May the great and merciful goddess Marina always bless you."

Aite whistled and said lazily, "You seem like a knowledgeable person. You should know the rules of the Witcher, right?"

Colin immediately flashed a fawning smile: "I know, I know."

He crouched down, took off his boots, and pulled out a flake silver coin and a dozen copper coins.

"Sir, this is all the wealth I have on me."

Aite showed no disgust, rode forward, and first picked up the silver coin and weighed it in his hand.

Colin wore a pained expression.

Aite chuckled, put the silver coin back, and then took five copper coins from it.

"Five people, I'll give you five copper coins."

Colin's pained expression immediately turned into delight.

"Your Excellency, you are truly a generous and benevolent lord!"

"Hey, the generous master is ahead, no need to thank me."

Seeing this, Li Wei shrugged helplessly.

He picked up Colin's bag from the ground and tossed it to him.

Colin could tell that the group was led by the young man in front of him, so he swallowed hard and quickly stepped forward.

"Sir, are you heading to Gaoshan Town?"

"That's right, let's go over there and rest for a bit."

"There's an Ice Flower Inn in Gaoshan Town, and the owner there is my cousin."

"If you're going to rest there, just mention my name, and she'll prepare the best room for you."

"Thanks," Li Wei said without hesitation.

Aite began to restrain the remaining bandits with ropes, while Levi stepped forward to loot the corpses.

"Those bandits just said that Kieran is a knight's squire, maybe he has some good stuff..."

Turn Kieran's blood-stained body over and start searching from the clothes on his chest.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he took out a dirty piece of parchment.

The parchment had a few hastily drawn patterns, which could barely be made out to depict a person moving on a wooden stake.

And on the edge of the picture are crooked and messy words.

Li Wei silently recited it aloud in his heart.

"Hound's Pace"