The Witcher: Grinding Experience Starting as a Wolf School Witcher

Chapter 143 The Ceremony Begins

Outside the Qiqi Mo insect cave.

The stone door, engraved with runes, closed tightly, emitting a dull thud.

Several guards who came to patrol on time turned pale and were horrified as they listened to the hissing sound coming from inside the wormhole.

"Da—Da—Da—"

I heard steady footsteps behind me.

Two men dressed in wizard robes and wearing hydra masks walked slowly towards them.

One of them was tall and thin, with flame and cloud patterns engraved on the edge of his robe. On his slender hand, he wore a ruby ​​ring that emitted an eerie glow.

The other person was obese, wearing gold jewelry around his neck, a gold-inlaid jade belt around his waist, and a gold-plated leather belt on each side, exuding an aura of wealth and luxury.

The tall, thin wizard stared coldly at the panicked guards and spoke in a chilling voice.

"What's wrong? Why are you in such a panic?"

Upon seeing the two, the captain of the guards immediately beamed with joy, as if he had grasped at a lifeline.

He quickly stepped forward and bowed.

"Your Excellencies, we conducted our patrol outside the wormhole at the appointed time and discovered unusual activity inside."

Those Qiqimo seemed to have gone mad, frantically pounding on the stone gate. This had never happened before, and we were worried—”

The obese wizard raised his hand, his tone rather relaxed.

"Captain Cassian, this stone door is engraved with runes, so these insects can't break it easily. However, we still need to check it carefully."

The captain of the guard, his eyes gleaming with excitement, made way for the other man when he heard him call out his name.

The obese wizard stepped forward, placed his palm on the surface of the stone door, closed his eyes, and whispered a spell.

He was casting a spell to explore and identify, and his perception range was much stronger than that of ordinary wizards.

Strands of spiritual energy radiated into the room through the door.

The dense swarm of insects made him shudder.

However, when they explored the depths of the cave, it was completely empty.

He opened his eyes, slowly withdrew his hand, and spoke with a hint of doubt in his voice.

"Victor, these Chichimo have entered a berserk phase. The only possible reason for this is that there is something wrong with the Chichimo Queen."

"But I cannot sense Queen Chichimo's presence."

The tall, thin wizard known as Victor stepped forward, his voice low and deep.

"There's nothing strange about that, Envoy Rono. You've only been in the organization for two years, so you probably don't know much about Qiqimo."

"Qiqimo are products of the convergence of the celestial spheres, and their carapaces have extremely strong resistance to magical spiritual detection."

"Queen Chichimo is the superior being to Queen Chichimo, and her carapace can even block magic."

"Therefore, since control magic is ineffective against it, the bishop chose to keep it confined in the cave."

Rono suddenly realized, "I see. If we want to know the specifics, we can only enter the cave."

Victor nodded, took a crystal bottle from his waist, inside which a green liquid was swirling. The bottle had a clever spray mechanism at the opening, similar to that of a perfume bottle.

"This is a perfume made by the bishop, containing Queen Zizimo's pheromones."

After saying that, he sprayed the two of them with a green mist mixed with a pungent smell, which the two of them were already used to.

Rono pointed at the guards, "Step back, there's nothing for you to do here."

The guards breathed a sigh of relief and quickly left the area.

The two of them each recited a spell, using a magical barrier to seal off the cave entrance, so that Qiqimo could not sneak out.

The two then opened the stone door.

The perfume containing the Queen's pheromones wafted in, and the previously irritable Qiqimo immediately quieted down, its menacing mouthparts closing tightly.

They shook their heads as if in confusion, but retreated when they sensed the two approaching.

Seeing the swarm of insects in fear, Rono secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Victor joked, "The bishop's alchemical creations are flawless."

Rono gave an awkward laugh.

A [Light Spell] flew into the depths of the cave.

Viktor peered through the swarm of insects and saw several Qiqimo corpses, along with signs of being eaten.

"Cannibalism, what a disgusting monster. If it weren't for the plan, these insects would have been destroyed long ago."

The two closed the door and walked into the underground hall, while Qiqimo and the others retreated to the stone wall.

Victor was clearly very familiar with the place and had been here many times before.

The two walked to the high platform in the underground hall, and the [Light Spell] illuminated the entire hall.

The obese wizard Rono's pupils suddenly contracted; this place was like an icy inferno.

Beneath the ice crystals, there were scattered limbs, broken shells, and even several Qiqimo warriors that had been split in two.

What terrified them even more was that the Queen Chichimo from their memories had vanished.

Only a pool of thick, green, filthy blood on the ground indicated that a fierce battle had taken place here.

"What... what's going on here!?"

Viktor's voice trembled, knowing something terrible had happened. "Where is the Queen? Where is that mountain-like Queen Chichimo?!"

"Damn it! Intruders! We must notify the bishop immediately! Seal off the entire village!"

He screamed, and amidst the rustling sounds inside the wormhole, a faint clicking sound could be heard.

As an alchemist, Ronno was very familiar with the sound; it was the sound of machinery operating.

As I sniffed, I caught a strong smell of gunpowder.

"Oh no!"

Rono's alarm bells rang, and he instinctively turned around, only to see a green sphere leap out from among the scattered limbs and debris.

It's a bomb!

Dancing Star!

The spherical iron sheet stood up like fish scales, with a point of green luster gathering.

He chanted a spell softly while hurriedly taking out protective items from the alchemical pouch at his waist.

The magical shield deployed instantly.

Viktor was overjoyed upon seeing this and stepped directly into the shield.

Rono shouted anxiously, "This isn't your average Dancing Star bomb! The flames are wrong!"

Viktor naturally realized this, but it was too late.

The hellish, eerie green flames licked at the shield, causing the magic to flicker and the flickering flames to seep out from the gaps.

"Boom boom boom!"

A deafening sound came from beside my ears.

Without hesitation, Victor decisively extended his right arm, grabbed Rono's belt, pressed his back against the wall, and shielded the latter's obese body in front of him.

Rono hadn't expected that Victor was going to use him as a human cushion, and he didn't even have time to scream in terror.

The eerie green flames engulfed his body.

The sizzling sound of oil kept ringing out, and in just a moment, Rono was burned beyond recognition.

Seeing that the flames had subsided considerably, Victor did not hesitate and ran towards the cave entrance.

Wherever they went, the dancing stars still exploded.

He struggled with all his might and fled to the cave entrance in a sorry state, where the light of day flooded into the dark environment.

The stone door, which had been tightly closed, was now surprisingly open.

Before he could think, the green flames behind him chased after him. He leaped out of the wormhole, and violent tongues of fire shot out from inside, stirring up clouds of dust.

The heavy breathing continued.

His robes were completely undamaged, and most shockingly, his face was the most horrifying feature.

His hair was burned completely, the Hydra mask was half destroyed, and the other half was embedded in his flesh, which was still somewhat presentable.

As for the other half, it was burned so badly that the skin was torn open and the eyeballs had fallen out, revealing the gray eye socket bones.

Even amidst the flesh and blood, green sparks continued to burn.

He trembled, barely managing to quell the flames with his magic, letting out a painful groan.

An ordinary person would have died in these flames long ago.

Only mysterious and powerful wizards can survive.

What exactly is this flame?

too frightening.

Even now, Viktor is still shaken, and the flames he feels are still burning on his face.

"Hiss hiss hiss————"

A hoarse chirping sound rang out, and a Qiqimo warrior slowly walked towards him.

The perfume on her body had long been drowned out by the intense flames, so the queen's pheromones naturally had no effect.

The monster's mouth opened and closed repeatedly, sending chills down one's spine.

Viktor struggled to breathe, and his barely functional right hand hastily formed a hand seal.

"Da—Da—Da—"

A sudden sound of footsteps caught his last remaining attention.

In my line of sight, a man dressed in a blue wizard's robe strolled over, his face covered by a hydra mask.

Overjoyed, he barely opened his mouth halfway, letting out a whirring sound.

"Ethan—come save me—"

The insect quickened its pace slightly. The Qiqi Mo looked at him, stepped back, lowered its head, and was terrified.

Viktor breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Chichimo step back.

As long as you don't die, as long as you still have your head, your body can recover.

A low, husky voice came through: "What's going on? Where's the other person?"

Victor pointed to his left cheek with his right finger. "See that? That damn flame is still burning! Rono was blown to bits inside the wormhole!"

"Take me away quickly, I need treatment! Queen Qiqimo has been murdered! There are intruders!"

The green-robed wizard looked down at him, carefully examining his miserable state.

The flames in Dancing Star are the yellow talent [Azure Flame] that he obtained from the Hellhound mutant.

Ordinary water sources cannot extinguish it; only magic can do it.

He slowly bent down, grabbed Viktor's gray-black collar, and lifted him up.

A cold wind blew from beneath the ebony mask, and the eerie green flames on Victor's face dissipated.

Viktor's single eye narrowed, and as he felt a chill run down his spine, the atmosphere became eerie.

Suddenly, a feeling of powerlessness welled up and spread throughout my body.

He was horrified to discover that a piece of metal was pressed tightly against his neck.

This feeling —

He stammered in disbelief, "This anti-magic gold—you—you're not Ethan—these bombs—and Queen Chichimo—you made them all—"

A cold laugh came from beneath the mask, "Congratulations, you guessed right. This flame is your reward."

A figure emerged from behind the green-robed wizard.

Viktor's remaining eyeballs widened in shock.

"Female—female sorceress—"

Frey, with a cold expression, recognized the other person immediately.

When she arrived in the village, the first person she encountered was this wizard, whose fire magic was highly proficient and very effective against her plant magic.

Without further ado, his powerful spiritual energy condensed into a needle and pierced his brow.

Mental crushing!

Viktor felt as if his brain had been struck by a heavy hammer, and let out a scream.

The world turned upside down, and all we could see was pitch black.

Because of the Demon-Blocking Gold, Arwen was unable to cast the Axii sign.

It was entirely up to Frey to handle, but that was more than enough to deal with a dying wizard.

Arwin met his gaze into his eyes. "Tell me, what is your organization's purpose?"

George from Ben Ade Magic Academy has only recently joined the organization and certainly doesn't have access to many secrets.

But the person in front of me is different; he looks like a long-time employee.

So, Alwin planted the bomb, but also left himself a way out.

Viktor hung his head, muttering intermittently, "Hydra—Hydra ritual—God—"

"His Excellency the Bishop—will become God's representative—he will reform this world—the world will be a better place—"

This explanation is not much different from what George said.

"Who is the bishop? What kind of magic does he possess?"

Victor shook his head. "A bishop is a bishop—his strength is unfathomable—even Euclid, the grandmaster of magic in Cordwin, is no match for a bishop—"

Euclid — the headmaster of the Ben Ade Magic Academy.

Arwen had seen him in the Knights' Hall; he was that white-bearded old man.

"Tell me, how many wizards are in the canyon?"

"Eight—eight—only wizards—can be called envoys—"

"Eight people?"

"Yes—that includes the bishop—the insect messenger—Rono—and that newcomer, Mon—"

"However—the ritual requires nine wizards to be performed—"

"We captured a sorceress—Frey Natraven—she's a renowned healer in Cordwin—she delivered herself to us—she could be the last one to complete the ritual—all we need to do is drain her of her mental energy—"

Frey frowned slightly. No wonder she was placed under house arrest; it turned out they were still missing one person.

Arwen continued, "Ida Emin, do you know her? An elven sorceress, where is she?"

"She is—deep within her canyon—an elf—a pure-blooded spirit—among the spirits—she—is the best vessel to hold the gods—she—she will guide us—towards the future—"

"First Cordwin—then the northern kingdoms—all will rise from the ruins of war—the entire north is the land promised to us by the gods—"

As he spoke, his gaze became devout, and a faint smile even appeared at the corner of his bloodied and mangled mouth.

"This guy's insane—how many people are going to die—!"

Frey gritted her teeth and whispered.

Arwin's expression was indifferent.

Suddenly, the ground trembled, and without warning, a dark gray beam of light shot from the depths of the canyon into the sky.

The beam of light expanded at a visible speed, and red lightning fell like ribbons.

The red lightning blasted apart the dense clouds, turning the azure sky a dark red.

The surrounding magic flowed wildly toward that spot like a vortex.

The entire canyon looked like the end of the world.

Alwin turned around, his pupils contracting.

Viktor, who was being held in Alwin's hands, saw this strange phenomenon, and his confused eyes cleared up considerably. He then let out a crazy, hoarse laugh.

"The ceremony begins—hahaha—all who defy the will of the gods—will perish by the sword—"

"Hahaha----"