The Witcher: Grinding Experience Starting as a Wolf School Witcher

Chapter 190 Going down the mountain

Mahakan Mountains, twin peaks.

A fierce wind blew, swirling up thousands of piles of snow.

Clouds drifted across the mountainside, and the midday sun shone on the rocks, bathing them in a pale glow.

"what!"

A scream came from the sky.

The wooden flying machine was strapped to the dwarf's body, its outstretched wings like bat membranous wings, swaying and fluttering with the air currents.

The dwarf shouted excitedly, his eyes filled with excitement.

On Mount Mahakan, the dwarves' lives are always the same: going down into the mines and drinking. They will never miss an opportunity to find something exciting.

This also includes some silly things, such as putting one's body inside a barrel of wine and then kicking it down the mountainside.

On Mount Hogg, one of the twin peaks, the dwarf Bibi held a telescope in his left hand, watching the dwarf Dut glide through the air, and couldn't help but admire him.

"Oh, that's fantastic! Just a little more effort, and we'll be on the other side soon!"

As he spoke, he used a lime pen in his right hand to scribble and write on the wooden board hanging on his body, recording flight data.

"Left, a little more to the left, you idiot! Pull down the lever with your left hand, or you'll fly down the mountain!"

"That's absolutely right! That's exactly it!"

His shrill voice echoed between the empty twin peaks.

"That was fucking awesome!"

"Wait, Bibi," the dwarf Dut shouted. "How am I supposed to get down?"

Bibi shouted back, "Pull the lever in front of you, and when the time is right, use your foot to brake. Just put your foot on the ground!"

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"What?! What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Get down quickly, or the wind will sweep you away!"

The dwarf Dut hesitated for a moment, but still did as the dwarf instructed.

Dwarves have no shortage of courage.

He then landed in a flat area covered with snow.

"ah!!!"

As the dwarfs let out strange cries, the gnome Bibi calculated all of this.

"Bang!"

The aircraft, along with the dwarves, crashed into a snowdrift, kicking up a large amount of snowflakes.

A moment later, the dwarf emerged from it.

He brushed the snow off his clothes and raised his hands in a shout.

"Oh, that was so exciting! Bibi, I want to do it again!"

Upon hearing this, Bibi, still holding the binoculars in her left hand, exclaimed, "No, this data is excellent; I have to write it down!"

Dutt pulled the aircraft out of the snowdrift.

"One more time!"

Bibi yelled, "Are you crazy? The aircraft's right wing is broken! Wait, look behind you!"

Dutt paused for a moment, then felt a warm sensation behind him and quickly turned around.

A polar bear, nearly three meters tall at the shoulder, was staring intently at him.

Beneath the snow-white down lies powerful muscle, and on its chest area are azure crystalline substances, incredibly hard, resembling breastplates.

The frost bear, a unique bear species found only in the Mahakan Mountains, is enormous, standing over four meters tall. A single paw strike from this bear is enough to turn a person into mincemeat.

Legend has it that the previous dwarven elder was able to become the elder because he had a frost bear as his mount, and he was in no way inferior to wyverns even when facing them alone.

However, this species, like the sub-dragon species, is extremely rare, with only a handful found throughout the entire Mahakan mountain range.

"Oh my God!"

Dutt's voice trembled slightly; in front of the Frost Bear, he was like an ant.

The frost bear sat back, using its powerful hind legs to stand upright, suddenly transforming into a colossal creature.

He spread his arms wide and let out a roar, the stench of which almost made Dutt faint.

Dutt wasn't stupid; he turned to run away, but bumped into a figure.

"Ouch!"

He was horrified; it was all over.

When he saw what was in front of him clearly, he realized it was a witcher.

Arwen glanced at the Frostbear indifferently, and the latter's arrogant aura instantly vanished. It crouched down, turned and ran, making huffing and puffing noises all the way.

Duterte patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Kind witcher, you saved my life."

Alwin nodded in acknowledgment and looked at the aircraft not far away. Its overall design was very similar to the gliders of Earth.

"Let's go."

With one hand dragging the flying vehicle and the other grabbing Dutter's collar, Alwin used a flight spell to fly to the top of Mount Hogwarts.

Dutt remained stiff, shouting loudly.

Bibi wasn't too shocked to see that Arwen could fly. His uncle, the alchemist Master Blake, had warned him that witchers were incredibly powerful and preferred quiet, so he shouldn't make a fuss.

Of course, making a fuss isn't Bibi's habit.

He quickly became engrossed in the data hanging on the wooden board and examined the damaged parts of the aircraft.

Alwin wasn't in a hurry; he admired this spirit of dedication.

In this makeshift test flight camp, a campfire was burning, and a clay pot was placed on the fire, simmering hot soup.

Dutt recovered from his shock, quickly went over, scooped out a bowl, and drank it down.

"Witcher, would you like a bite?"

Alvin waved his hand. "Bibi, is there a problem?"

He noticed that the dwarf had frowned.

"Huh? What? Grandmaster, are you talking to me?"

The dwarf snapped out of his reverie, looking at the data.

"certainly."

"There shouldn't be any problems. This experiment was very successful. We just need to make a small improvement to the landing method."

Oh, and there's the issue of power. I was thinking, it would be great if it could fly even without wind.

Alwin smiled knowingly.

Walking over to the campfire, she asked, "Bibi, did you notice this clay pot?"

"Hmm?" Bibi walked over. "What's wrong?"

Arwen threw wood into the campfire, making the flames burn brighter.

Soon, the hot soup came to a boil.

"And now?"

Bibi frowned, not understanding what she meant. "The soup has boiled; this is normal."

Alwin put the ceramic lid on.

The steam inside the sealed ceramic jar kept hitting the lid, making a hissing sound.

Bibi first looked at Bibi with curiosity, then her eyes lit up, followed by intense joy.

"This—this is truly a brilliant idea, Master! Your wisdom is truly admirable!"

Alwin didn't say it, but clever people can always learn by analogy.

Alwin had long forgotten the principles of the dry steam engine.

I can only give a vague answer.

However, given Bibi's intelligence, it probably won't be long before she invents the steam engine.

Dutt, standing to the side, looked completely bewildered, not understanding what Bibi was so happy about.

It's just that the lid was put on the earthenware pot, making a whirring sound.

It's not as good as when he plays the ocarina.

Arwen understood the simple-minded dwarf's thoughts, and his eyes showed helplessness.

Dutt took a sip of the broth and suddenly felt a jolt.

"Oh no, oh no, I have to go back and report to the Grand Elder right away."

"Um?"

Dutt didn't hide anything from Alwin, "It's a frost bear. That frost bear is obviously a female. When she stands up, there are no testicles. She's out foraging for food before the spring snow has melted, so she must have cubs. We're going to go and get the cubs."

Alwin watched as Dutt scurried away without stopping him.

I chatted with Bibi for a bit and noticed that she was staring at the pottery jar, deep in thought, so I didn't pay her any more attention.

His mental energy scattered, and he quickly located Kerturis's position.

He was taking a short rest in the sun on the mountainside.

Alwin walked to her side.

The former was used to the latter's silent appearance, raised its eyelids slightly, and wagged its tail gently.

"Owner."

Arwin said, "It's about time. I'll take you back to Mograg."

Kerturis stood up, very obediently.

The food she ate these past few days was very nutritious; she ate until she was stuffed, and the vital energy she had previously lost was completely replenished.

She lowered her head, her tone somewhat hesitant.

"I—I can feel it; in less than six months, I will lay dragon eggs—"

As she said this, she scratched the ground with her dragon claw.

Alwin understood the underlying meaning.

The time when female dragons are laying eggs is the weakest and most dangerous for them.

Arwin was generous in taking care of his subordinates.

"Okay, I understand. I'll stay by your side then."

"Thanks."

Open the portal and send Kerturis back to the cave next to Mograg.

Al-Win spent a month in the Mahakan Mountains.

All the ironware in Zeli's truck fleet was also made into weapons.

After a cursory inspection, Alwin had to admit that the dwarves possessed an immense talent for forging.

In the human world, each of these weapons would be worth hundreds of crowns.

Store the weapon in your spatial ring.

Are you getting ready to go down the mountain?

Broval, wearing a golden crown, strode in.

"That's right, thank you for your hospitality these past few days, Elder."

"Ha, why are you being so polite with me? If you want to come, Mahakam is always welcome."

Broval performed the most solemn dwarf greeting.

Alwin gave a slight bow in return.

"Oh, by the way," Broval sniffed, as if he had caught a cold, "we have prepared a small gift for you, please don't refuse it."

Having said that, he beckoned a female dwarf to come in.

The female dwarf wore green brocade robes, and her brown beard, like that of the male dwarf, was braided and hung down to her navel.

The way to distinguish between dwarfs and halflings is by their beards; both male and female dwarfs have beards.

The female dwarf was holding a white, fleshy ball in her arms.

Its fur is soft and white, and it has a chubby head with a pair of clear, big eyes staring at Arwen. It is extremely cute.

Broval said, "This is a frost bear cub. We found it about two weeks ago, and your help was indispensable. I heard from Dutt that you rescued him from the mother bear's claws."

The dwarves are really efficient.

"Witcher, all you need to do to feed it is prepare a bowl of goat's milk every day. Once its teeth have all grown in, you can start feeding it meat."

"Is it still nursing?"

"Of course," Broval explained, "if they can eat meat, they can't be tamed."

It took me a lot of effort to get these cubs away from their mother; I used five whole vats of Mahakam honey before that rabid mother bear finally stopped chasing us.

"Father, we left one of them, not all of them."

"That's right."

Alwin smiled.

After giving birth, the survival rate of the cubs is extremely low due to the harsh environment of Mahakan Mountain, the monsters that are everywhere, and the lazy nature of frost bears.

If there are only one or two, the frost bears are actually easier to take care of.

Exchanging Mahakam honey for some of the children is an unspoken rule between the Frost Bears and the Dwarves.

Arwen picked up the frost bear cub from the dwarf woman's arms. The little guy didn't cry or fuss and was very obedient.

"Okay, then I'll accept it."

Broval smiled and said, "Haha, we've also prepared some goat milk for you to feed it. It's right by the door; you can put it in your spatial ring."

After packing his things and saying goodbye to Brovar, Alwin left Mount Carbon.

Elland, Temple of Meritelli.

The temple was filled with the smell of burning candles and a faint incense.

Mia led the believers in their daily prayers.

After a short stay of one day, I bid farewell to Nannick and the others.

As soon as I stepped out of the temple, I saw a group of figures heading towards the temple.

The leader was a young woman dressed in simple clothes, with a dignified demeanor.

Beside her stood a man dressed in a magnificent red robe.

His hair was neatly combed, he wore a lot of gold and silver jewelry, and he had a warm smile on his face, exuding an innate aristocratic air.

"Miss Zelica, are you really not going to reconsider?"

Given the relationship between our two families, I will definitely help you if you just ask.

Look at you, you don't even have a decent servant by your side. What kind of state is this? I'm worried about sending you back to Targos alone, and neither is my father."

Zelica smiled politely and said, "No need, Earl Hereford, I have already hired someone to take me back."

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"Mercenaries? Mercenaries? Those people are completely unreliable. How can they compare to the White Rose Knights? What if they try to harm you on the way?" Count Hereford said softly.

Zelica's beautiful eyes showed impatience.

Since returning from the Mahakan Mountains, without her knight by her side, Count Hereford has been constantly pestering her.

As a princess, Zelica was well-informed and naturally wouldn't be fooled by sweet words like in fairy tales.

The Earl Hereford before them was merely taking advantage of his father, Duke Sheward's, power to lust after her.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up as she spotted a figure in black robes not far away, and she stopped in her tracks.

Alwin nodded to her and turned to leave.

After half an hour.

Behind Meriteli, where the weeping willows sway, the spring breeze ripples across the water, and the reeds rustle.

"Witcher, I've finally found you."

Alwin heard a sound behind him.

Zelica changed her clothes, put on a nun's habit, and was panting heavily, her pretty face flushed.

"What happened?"

Zelica lifted her nun's gown and sighed, "It's nothing, it's just that Earl Hereford saw that I was alone and wanted to pursue me, so I took advantage of a moment when I was praying alone to ask the nun for a change of clothes before running away."

Can we go back to Targary now?

Alwin raised an eyebrow; the other party was quite astute.

Using him as a shield just now was indeed annoying.

His fearlessness doesn't mean he'll get himself into trouble.

"In that case, let's go."

Zelica's lips curled up into a genuine smile.