The Witcher: Grinding Experience Starting as a Wolf School Witcher

Chapter 144 Seeing Through

Hydra Canyon.

The black beam of light pierced the sky, as if it were about to tear this world apart.

In the village, the villagers who were working in the fields or walking on the road stopped in their tracks and looked at the strange phenomenon with surprise.

The villagers' pupils reflected the red lightning, and their eyes gradually became unfocused.

With a "thud".

One villager knelt down, and then more and more villagers knelt down.

They crossed their arms over their chests, their faces showing fanaticism, and they repeated prayers as if in a dream.

"Oh—great god—you are finally coming into the world!"

"Please lead us into the future—"

The guards inside the castle laid down their weapons, tears welling in their eyes.

Earl Rupert also saw this strange phenomenon in the forest outside the village.

"What the hell?! What the hell is that thing?!"

He pointed his finger at the black pillar of light.

The elf Galar shook his head, a hint of fear in his emerald eyes.

"By the gods—"

Standing beside him was the dwarf Lorik, who held a short telescope and kept surveying the situation in the village.

"Count, look over there! Aren't green flames rising up?"

The elf Galar, whose eyesight far surpassed that of ordinary people, nodded and said.

"That's right, there was a flash of green light."

Loric slapped his thigh hard with his left hand. "That green flame is Baron Arwin's Dancing Star."

Count Rupert looked in the direction of the dwarf, his tone heavy.

"Loric, are you sure it was Baron Alwin who caused this?"

Lowryk put down his short telescope and shrieked.

"I swear on the Mahakam Mountains, that was definitely a bomb that Baron and I made together."

Count Rupert frowned, put on the helmet hanging at his waist, pulled down the metal mask, drew the knight's sword from his waist, and his eyes instantly sharpened.

"Soldiers, take the anti-demon gold and follow me into the village. If you encounter any resistance, kill them!"

Having said that, Count Rupert was the first to rush down the mountain.

The knights and soldiers behind them shouted and followed closely.

Qiqi Mo Cave entrance.

Alwin looked up at the dark gray pillar of light, with red lightning like a spider web covering the sky.

"Has the ceremony begun?"

Based on the message conveyed by the hydra mask that I saw in the insect messenger cave last time.

The ceremony is at least three or four days away from starting.

Why are we starting now?

Besides, isn't it necessary to have nine wizards?

In this situation, it can only be said that this bishop has deceived everyone.

Including these envoys.

Frey walked to his side, her voice trembling slightly.

"Can you feel it? The surrounding magic is surging towards that pillar of light."

Alwin naturally sensed it; even as a Witcher, the magic stored within his organs was restless.

If it hadn't been secretly suppressed, the magic would have long since dissipated from the organs, following the general trend.

"Hahaha—a great world is about to descend—we will soon be with God—"

Viktor knelt on the ground like a devout believer, his arms outstretched, shouting wildly.

Even after his eyeball fell to the ground, he still had a smile on his face.

As a healer, Frey immediately noticed something amiss.

"Something's not right. Although I used mental crushing on him just now, his mental state wasn't destroyed. But now, I can't feel his mental strength resisting. It's like he's been completely hypnotized."

At this point, her face suddenly turned deathly pale.

A strange feeling of dizziness kept rising up, just like wearing a magic-blocking mask.

Alwin raised his hand and gripped Viktor's mangled skull with his five fingers.

With a sudden burst of force, his five fingers dug in, and the remaining eyeballs popped out, instantly crushing his skull.

Blood flowed from his face and he stopped talking.

Releasing his grip, Viktor collapsed to the ground, his head twisted and contorted.

Alwin swept his right hand across the body and stored it in his spatial ring.

He then strode into the depths of the canyon.

Frey hesitated for a moment, then followed suit.

Along the way, Alwin's gaze fell upon the guards and servants.

Everyone was doing the same thing: kneeling down and praying.

The expression on their faces was the same: numb and devout.

Even if someone were killed in front of them in public, it would not sway them in the slightest.

Upon seeing this, Frey felt a chill run down her spine.

Deep within the canyon lies a dense forest, its twisted branches swaying like shadows of hell, emitting hoarse sounds.

After about ten minutes, a natural basin came into view.

A nine-pointed star magic circle, almost half the size of the square, flickered continuously in the basin.

Arwen looked down and saw an elven woman imprisoned in the center of the magic circle.

The elven woman had fiery red hair, exquisite features, and a slender figure.

She was only wearing a thin gauze dress, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin.

She lowered her head, her eyes were tightly closed, and her furrowed brows showed that she was in great pain.

There were shackles on all four limbs, and the ends of the shackles connected to four chaotic black spheres suspended in the air.

Ada Emin.

A sage among the elves.

Frey patted Alwin on the shoulder and gestured to the right.

A wizard wearing a hydra mask emerged and sped toward the location of the magic circle.

"Did you see that? This wizard was clearly a latecomer, which means that even these high-ranking officials themselves were unaware of the start of this ritual."

Frey didn't speak; the voice came entirely from her mind.

Alwin nodded and also communicated with Frey telepathically.

This simple and practical technique can be found in the book "Common Low-Level Magic of the Four Elements" given to me by Tisaya.

As long as you have enough mental strength, you can unleash it.

With the blessing of the Qiqimo Queen mutant, Alwin's mental strength was comparable to that of some intermediate wizards.

"Frey, I'll be fighting them later. Find a way to get close to Ada Emin."

"Since this evil god needs a vessel, we can start from these three aspects."

Upon hearing this, Frey nodded vigorously with a solemn expression.

"That was indeed a wise choice."

Be careful.

"You too, Alwin."

Arwen stood up, the hydra mask on his face glowing green, transforming him into a wizard in a green robe, and slowly moved toward the magic circle.

A wizard dressed in a gray robe, with white hair, spoke first, his voice weathered and worn.

"According to the schedule, the ceremony should begin at midnight four days from now. Why has the magic circle been activated now?"

Opposite him stood a green-robed wizard with sinister eyes. He shook his head in response.

A silvery-white halo unfolded around the two of them.

It's a teleportation array.

A graceful figure gradually emerged from within the aperture.

She had short, flaxen hair and wasn't wearing a wizard's robe, but rather a sexy dress.

With each step she took, her long, beautiful legs caused her snow-white breasts to tremble.

Her voice was alluring: "Your Excellency, are you unaware that I'm currently on a date with Viscount Declan of the Lower Territories?"

"Once I take him down, the next stretch of land will soon be our territory."

The two men were used to the seductive sorceress; her alluring figure was nothing more than flesh and blood to them, and she didn't excite them as much as Qiqimo.

This is sexual desire; they can even weave fantasies of women in their dreams, and those who wanted to try it have already done so.

These sorceresses were even more outrageous; they could use magic to simulate the feeling of flying, without even needing men.

The remaining one was a wizard dressed in an earth-brown robe, who remained silent and taciturn.

But the magic staff in his hand emanated a strong aura of earth magic.

The gray-robed wizard scanned the surroundings; only four envoys were present—no—it was five.

His gaze focused on the man in the green robe who was gradually approaching.

"How rare! The Insect Envoy didn't bring your beloved Chichimo today?"

The sorceress stood with her hands on her hips, fully exposing her chest, and made a teasing remark.

Arwen ignored her and nodded to the others.

Since we don't know Ethan's specific personality, keeping quiet is the best option.

The grey-robed wizard coughed lightly. "Where are Victor and Ronno?"

"I remember they were in the canyon, why haven't they shown up yet?"

"And that Meng," the wizard with the magic wand said, bowing slightly, "the cowardly fellow."

"Don't say that, Harold," the sorceress chuckled. "I think he's quite nice, young, energetic, and irresistible."

Upon hearing this, the former snorted coldly.

"Quiet," the grey-robed wizard announced loudly, "His Excellency the Bishop has arrived."

Everyone immediately restrained their auras, even the flirtatious female sorcerer silently tightened her wide collar and became solemn.

Alwin raised his head and looked up at the sky.

A man dressed in a black wizard's robe walked on air, as if there were layers of steps beneath his feet, descending step by step from the sky.

The wide sleeves of her robe fluttered in the cold wind, and her exposed hands were adorned with strange gems.

The hydra mask he wore was different from everyone else's; it was as black as ink, making his snake eyes appear even more eerie.

The grey-robed wizard bowed and said, "Greetings, Bishop."

The others then joined in, "Greetings, Bishop."

The bishop stepped onto the heads of the crowd without landing on the ground, looking down at them.

Alwin's lips twitched slightly.

This guy is such a show-off.

The black-robed wizard's voice was both cold and magnetic.

"Alright, the ceremony is about to begin, so please get ready."

The grey-robed wizard paused for a moment, then said, "Bishop, Victor and the others haven't arrived yet, nor has the sorceress Frey. The ritual requires them."

The black-robed bishop did not move, but his gaze was fixed on the position of the green-robed wizard.

His voice was calm and still.

"They're not coming."

The four envoys all looked puzzled.

Then, the black-robed bishop's next words shocked them even more.

"They're all dead, aren't they, Insect Master Ethan?"

Instantly, everyone's attention was focused on the green-robed wizard.

The sorceress, in particular, was rapidly retreating.

However, Arwen was faster than her; his right hand passed over her shoulder, the illusion shattered, and his cloak was pulled straight back.

The greatsword was drawn from its sheath, raised high with both hands, and then suddenly brought down.

A dark sword light slashed down towards the sorceress's head.

Panic filled her eyes, and she couldn't even utter a plea for mercy before the sword cleaved her in two from head to toe.

The cleaved flesh split in two and fell straight to the ground, the two split, snow-white mounds twitching incessantly.

In less than a breath, the sorceress was killed by the sword, a single, instantaneous blow.

The remaining three took advantage of this time to quickly create distance between themselves.

The black-robed bishop rose high into the sky, his face devoid of pity, instead bearing a mocking expression.

"I must say, the person who modified this mask is incredibly skilled in disguise and illusion, not just in the manipulation of light and shadow. I really want to study it more closely."

"But alas, where the gods are present, all illusions will be shattered."

"What should I call you, you pathetic witcher?"

Upon hearing this, the remaining three envoys also noticed the yellow cat's eyes beneath Arwen's mask.

The grey-robed wizard's tone was ferocious, filled with disgust.

"Damn it, he's a sword-wielding freak! Kill him!"

As he spoke, he spread his arms, and a strange blue cloud appeared beneath each of the three of them, causing them to float.

The wizard holding the staff had already finished chanting the incantation. The staff in his hand shone brightly with magical light, the ground trembled, and layers of rock walls rose up, trying to trap Arwen inside.

The latter darted out quickly, its body as fast as a ghost, constantly dodging the stone walls, but this still affected its speed of progress.

Meanwhile, the three opponents, aided by the gray-robed wizard, were gradually widening the distance between them.

The green-robed wizard's body gradually levitated in mid-air, and the mask on his head moved up an inch, revealing his green mouth.

"Die, you filthy mutant!"

He first took a deep breath, his belly bulging out like that of a pregnant woman.

Then he suddenly spat out a green ray that swept across Alwin's position.

A foul, fishy smell hit him, but Alwin easily dodged it with a quick turn.

The green rays struck the stone wall, making a hissing sound and leaving traces of corrosion.

The three wizards worked together seamlessly.

The grey-robed wizard increases his movement speed, creating space for his team to maneuver.

The wizards wielding staffs cast earth magic, responsible for capturing and trapping enemies.

The remaining green-robed wizards were the main attackers.

Layer upon layer of stone walls rise up, almost completely surrounding Arwen.

The wizard holding the staff did not speak, but a series of voices flooded into Alwin's mind.

"You are indeed fast enough, but you are just a pathetic freak who doesn't understand the mysteries of magic."

"Now you are trapped by my rocks, so surrender and I'll give you a quick death."

As they communicated telepathically, seven spears formed from solidified rocks pierced the sky and struck at Arwen's location.

Arwen raised his left hand, and a deep blue shield appeared in front of him.

The spear struck it, producing a crisp sound.

With the support of [Magic Surge] and the spiritual power of the Qiqimo Queen mutant, the Quen Sign has already undergone a complete transformation.

Surprise flashed across the eyes of all three envoys.

They had seen witchers before, but they had never seen anyone wield the Quen Sign to this extent.

Alwin exhaled softly, his breath carrying the pheromones of [Pheromone Domination] —