The Witcher: Grinding Experience Starting as a Wolf School Witcher

Chapter 188 Valley of a Hundred Flowers

"roar!"

A dragon's roar came from the sky, and a huge red creature brought a hurricane that crashed to the ground.

The remaining monsters in the crater were terrified.

Their senses are dozens or even hundreds of times more acute than humans', allowing them to clearly perceive the lingering smell of blood on the two individuals.

That belongs to the Rock Dragon.

Upon learning of the Rock Dragon's death, the monsters scattered and fled, no longer daring to covet anything from the crater.

As for the mindless monsters, they were quickly swept away by the dwarven guards.

Half an hour later, all the dwarves raised their arms and shouted, their enthusiastic voices echoing among the volcanic clouds.

Ada Emin came to Arwen's side, and the air around them seemed to freshen up considerably.

She could clearly sense that the Witcher was in a very good mood.

"Looks like the Witcher has made another gain?"

Arwen's gaze shifted to her. She remained calm, her long, fiery red hair coiled behind her head resembling a vibrant rose on the battlefield.

"You guessed that?"

Ada Emin smiled and pointed to her eyes.

"An elf's eyes are no less powerful than a witcher's cat eyes. You made quite a commotion just now; your opponent must have been a behemoth."

Even during the battle, she kept a close eye on Alwin's movements, her heart filled with dread.

In her field of vision, she saw Alwen fall from the sky, and that area instantly collapsed, the forest was overturned, and it was extremely spectacular.

To achieve this effect, magic would require lengthy incantations, and the caster would need to be a high-ranking sorcerer or wizard.

Alwin did it with ease.

The opponent's strength is becoming increasingly terrifying.

Alwin shrugged, deciding not to hide anything from the other party given their relationship.

"I guess so, it's a rock dragon."

Ada Emin was stunned when she heard this.

Rock dragons live underground and are renowned for their extremely strong defenses, making them very difficult to deal with.

"Are you alright?"

"No, it can't do anything to me."

Ada Emin nodded slightly, and the noisy scene suddenly fell silent, drawing the attention of the two.

Not far away, the dwarves formed a circle, their atmosphere solemn.

Alwin and his companion walked over.

Broval's armor was stained with monster blood in various colors.

Before me lay rows of corpses, all dwarves who had died in battle here.

Broval placed his right hand on his chest, "Great goddess, Broemme Magda, may you take in these children and bless us as well."

All the dwarves present bowed their heads and observed a moment of silence for three breaths.

When the time came, the dwarves hunched over each other, laughing and joking as they went to work.

When Ada Emin saw Broval approaching, she couldn't help but remark, "You dwarves are really optimistic."

Broval wiped the blood from the back of his hand. After Arwen left the platform, he immediately joined the battle on the front lines.

He fought and killed many monsters.

His tone was casual and indifferent, as if he had long been accustomed to it.

"Ada, this is a custom of us dwarves, and we are used to it."

You see, sadness is pointless and will only keep more dwarves from moving forward. It's better to have a glass of Mahakam mead and let it go.

Besides, these children are heroes; to the dwarves, dying in battle is the greatest honor.

At this point, he couldn't help but rub his hands together, his eyes shining brightly as he looked at the monster corpses scattered everywhere.

"Look, this is a huge harvest! So many monsters, many of which can be eaten. Even those ugly ghouls, their teeth are good alchemical materials."

Sub-dragons, which are rarely seen on ordinary days, are everywhere here, especially their hind leg meat—it tastes amazing!

—”

It can be said that after this battle, the Mahakam dwarves made a fortune, and they will not have to worry about high-quality meat for the next few years.

Suddenly, he saw a corner of the crater where dwarf soldiers were surrounding the red dragon Kerturis, fighting over the monster's corpse that the other was eating.

That was the carcass of a forked-tailed dragon.

Kerturis swallowed it in two or three bites, and blood kept flowing from between his lips.

The dwarf soldiers around it were yelling at it to vomit up its food.

As for harsh words, they dared not say them, firstly because the Grand Elder had explicitly instructed them not to harm the other party.

Secondly, the red dragon's flames were a great help to them; otherwise, the casualties would have been much higher in such a surging tide of monsters.

Kerturis completely ignored the other person and enjoyed the buffet without any restraint.

This meal will definitely make up for all the life force lost during the last pregnancy.

The thought of the dwarves using abortion pills to ambush her only fueled her anger, and she ate even more voraciously.

Upon seeing this, Brovar twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Witcher, even though we owe her, could you please make her eat less and stop focusing on those whelps?"

Arwen sent a telepathic message.

Corturi stiffened, muttering as he looked at the werewolf and other corpses.

The dwarf alchemist master approached, bowed, and spoke with great respect.

"Honorable human alchemist, it is my honor to meet you. I am Blake Beckenbauer."

Arwin returned the greeting, "Greetings, Master Blake."

A chrysanthemum-like smile bloomed on Blake's wrinkled face.

"How dare I be called a master in front of you? If you think highly of me, just call me Blake."

"Oh, by the way," he pointed to the dwarf beside him.

The dwarf didn't look young, and his face was full of gentle smiles, but he looked somewhat sleazy.

"My name is Barnabas, Barnabas Beckenbauer, the Grandmaster. You may call me Bibi."

After introducing himself, he seemed to drift off into a daze, as if he were thinking about something important, appearing somewhat dazed.

But the name Barnabas suddenly caught Alwin's eye.

This is the alchemist who helped Queen Meve of Livia during the fall of the monarchy.

Speaking of this, we must mention Queen Myo, who is known for her wisdom and beauty and has a very charismatic personality.

Especially during the Second Nilfgaardian War in the North, Meve suffered betrayal from her son, leading to the fall of the Kingdom of Rivia and its submission to Nilfgaard.

Mivi, through her personal charisma and with the help of Duke Gascoigne, the Wild Dog, escaped the royal city, rallied her remaining forces, incorporated the exile legions and Skellige pirates, and won the support of the dwarves at Mount Mahakan.

The journey was fraught with difficulties. Whether it was the Nilfgaardian army, the Rivia rebels, the environment of snow-capped mountains and swampy forests, or even the pursuit of the Squirrel Party behind her, none of these made the queen give up.

She reversed the tide and reclaimed the throne of Queen Livia.

The most dangerous moment during this period was the battle on the bridge over the Yaruga River.

The Red Bridge was controlled by Nilfgaard, and their ships were taken away during the war.

The person who drove away was also an old acquaintance of Arwen's, Geralt, who was heading south to find his daughter.

Geralt sees Meve again, besieged on the opposite bank, while the Nilfgaardian army is gathering.

He drew his sword and fought, buying Miwei time to escape.

Therefore, Geralt was knighted by Meve, making Geralt of Rivia a truly deserving title.

"Blake, what brings you here?"

Alwin noticed Blake's hesitant expression and spoke directly.

Blake scratched his head, grinning sheepishly. "Grandmaster, you really are a man of few words. I'm here to speak for my silly nephew."

"Find him a job; I'd like him to help you out."

Alwin became interested. "With me?"

Blake hurriedly nudged Barnabas beside him, "Idiot, hurry up and tell the Grandmaster about your invention."

"Hmm?" Barnabas snapped out of his daze. "Ah, yes, of course. Look at my stupid brain, I have an invention that can give people wings and let them fly in the sky like birds."

Arwen was overjoyed to hear this.

Sure enough it was him.

"That sounds interesting," Alwin said, feigning thought.

Barnabas's eyes lit up. "Really? You find this interesting?"

"certainly."

"Great! My uncle said I wasn't doing my job properly, so I told him my flying machine must have a use."

Blake's forehead was covered in black lines. "Look at his stupid brain. His aircraft can take off, but it has never landed safely. I don't know how many experimental animals it has harmed."

If you really like him, have him do some odd jobs for you and give him some pointers.

Arwen pondered for a moment, "His talent is good, but—"

"Just what?"

Alwin shook his head without explaining.

Barnabas was more of a scientist than an alchemist.

His wildly imaginative ideas often bring surprises.

It's quite a coincidence that Alwin has countless prototypes in his mind, but lacks someone willing to delve into them.

Barnabas is a very good choice.

It's time to give the world a little technological shock.

"Blake, then I'll take him."

Blake's old face lit up with delight. "This is wonderful, Barnabas. Hurry up and thank the master."

Barnabas bowed deeply and said gratefully, "Thank you, Master."

Alwin waved his hand.

After chatting for a few more minutes, the group went back to their work.

Barnabas said goodbye to Alwin and went back with Blake to pack their things.

Seeing that everyone had left, only Arwen and Ada Emin remained.

The latter spoke up: "Witcher, Francesca wants to see you in person."

Arwen's gaze shifted, and the two arrived at a secluded corner, where Ada Emin activated a portal.

The blinding white light quickly dissipated as they reached their destination.

Vision gradually returned.

The scorching heat of the crater dissipated, replaced by a gentle spring breeze.

The air was filled with the chirping of insects and birds, and the faint fragrance of flowers lingered around my nose.

Roses, lilies, lilacs —

Flowers from different seasons seem to transcend the constraints of time, vying for attention in their beauty.

The sky was a clear, deep blue, and through the willow branches that swayed in the wind like a green curtain, Alwin...

Arwen saw a palace made of marble and alabaster.

The snow-white walls are engraved with lifelike images of all things, exquisite and delicate.

As a gentle breeze blows, the flowers sway and butterflies flutter, creating ripples that make the entire palace appear even more gentle and beautiful.

Ada Emin performed the noble greeting, "Arwen, welcome to the Valley of Flowers."

Arwen returned the greeting.

They entered the palace under the guidance of the former.

The interior decorations are predominantly white, giving a sense of purity and cleanliness to the soul.

"Girl, you're wrong again. These are stars."

A gentle, magnetic voice rang out, followed by a slightly stubborn voice.

"Stars? Shouldn't this be a willow tree?"

"Remember my words: magic is deceptive. Don't be fooled by your eyes and mistake the reflection on the lake for the stars in the night sky."

Verona rested her chin on her hands, her porcelain doll-like face filled with seriousness.

"Da da da————"

Footsteps echoed in the hall, drawing their attention.

When Verona saw the familiar black robe beside Ada Emin, her blood-red eyes were filled with joy, and she jumped down the steps with even greater eagerness, rushing into Arwen's arms.

"Arwen, you've come to see me."

She counted on her fingers, her little face serious.

"One day, two days—we haven't seen each other for thirty-seven days."

Alwin gently patted her head, his voice soft.

"How are you doing here?"

"It's good," she said in a low voice, "but I've been here too long and I miss everyone a bit."

The "big guy" she was referring to was Queen Chichimo.

The two had spent many years together in Mograg and had developed a deep bond.

"Verona, may I borrow some of your and the Witcher's time?"

Verona was a little annoyed by the interruption, but she was still very obedient. She took Ida's hand and whispered to Alwyn.

"Arwin, I'll take you to see my secret base in a moment."

Alwin smiled and nodded, listening to the footsteps fading behind him, then turned his gaze back to the front.

Francesca walked down the steps.

Her long golden hair was coiled under her crown, her features were exquisite, and her skin was as white as snow. The bright red dress she wore did not look luxurious, and the ornaments on her body were not gemstones, but simple seashells and pearls.

The solemn aura that arose spontaneously was even greater than before.

"Waaah————"

Two low, restrained growls came from behind her.

They were two leopard cats with extremely soft fur, their eyes warily fixed on Arwen's location.

Francesca slightly raised her hand to soothe her pet, then gave Alwin a standard human noble's salute in a flat tone.

"Lord Arwin, it is an honor to meet you here."

"It is my honor to meet you."

Francesca looked the other person up and down, and sighed slightly. "I have to say, you humans are truly blessed."

That little girl is, and so are you. Verona has already mastered meditation and won't be long before she becomes a novice sorcerer.

"A realm of..."

Alwin said politely, "This is indeed a happy thing, but it is mostly thanks to your teaching."

"Enough with the small talk, Francesca. You didn't call me here just to talk to me, a parent, about your child's studies, did you?"

Francesca Cardi frowned slightly. She had met many people, especially men, most of whom were infatuated with her beauty and would obey her every word in order to please her.

"Heh, indeed—"

She strolled up to Alwin, bringing with her a captivating fragrance.

Her red lips parted slightly, emitting a voice as gentle as a spring breeze, but the content of her words made Alwin's expression turn serious.

"Witcher, please ascend the throne of Kovir."