The Witcher: Grinding Experience Starting as a Wolf School Witcher

Chapter 33 Disturbed

Wisps of mist spread from the mountains and forests, blowing towards the location of Alwin and his group of five.

Brad's cries echoed in everyone's ears.

A faint yellow dot suddenly appeared in the distance, like a firefly at night, emitting an uncertain light.

"It's the little mist demon, that damned beast!"

Aiken gripped his silver sword tightly, his green cat eyes flashing with ruthlessness as he suppressed a low growl.

"It must be him! Vesemir said the little mist sprite could mimic the sound of its prey. He killed Brad!"

Paul and his three companions looked grim.

Brad was assigned to gather herbs in the mountains on the night of the summer solstice.

According to regulations, the area for gathering herbs is near Kaer Mohan, and the target is common white celandine flowers. The group should return to Kaer Mohan that night.

But Brad did not return that evening.

Vesemir led five men out of the castle to search, and they eventually found Brad's body in a thicket of bushes.

Even now, Alwin has never forgotten that scene.

Brad's leather jacket was torn to shreds, and his entire body was covered in marks from being eaten by monsters. His abdomen was flattened, and his bones were exposed.

Especially the head area, which was completely unrecognizable, with a large hole pried open on the top of the head by a sharp object, and it was empty inside.

The gray hair was stuck together with blood and mud, and was scattered everywhere along with the shed scalp.

"Aiken...help..."

"Vesemir...where are you...waaaah...it hurts so much..."

The sound of crying came again.

Aiken could no longer bear it and lifted his foot to head towards the source of the light.

"Damn it!"

Alwin grabbed his shoulder.

"Calm down."

Aiken shoved Alwin's shoulder and growled in a low voice, "He's Brad, our brother."

Horton stepped forward and advised, "Aiken, now is not the time to be impulsive. We are undergoing trials in the mountains. We agreed before we came that everything would be for the sake of the trials."

"The little mist demon is elusive. If we let it go now, we may never have another chance to avenge Brad."

Paul hesitated for a moment. "The Little Mist Demon isn't a simple monster like a water ghost. Even professional witchers have to be careful around it. With our strength..."

Aiken looked at the last person in the group, while Winston turned his head away and remained silent.

He gritted his teeth, scanned the four of them, and said, "Fine, you bunch of cowards, you can go with Arwen to complete the trial. If you won't go, I will!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Horton spoke angrily and reached out to grab Aiken.

"Get out of here!"

Aiken gave a soft shout, darted forward, and shoved Horton aside.

Seeing this, Winston stepped forward to help.

In an instant, Aiken took three steps forward, dodging the two men's attack. His silver-studded gauntlets struck their ribs, forcing them to retreat several steps.

As the genius among this year's apprentices, apart from Arwen, none of the other apprentices could match him.

As he turned around, he found a dark-haired figure blocking his way.

Alwin didn't speak, but just frowned and looked at him.

Aiken paused, then a maniacal look spread across his face, his voice hoarse.

"Arwen, you should regret stopping me."

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of silver light appeared.

This time, Aiken raised his silver sword and brought it down with great force.

The hearts of the others raced at the sight.

Arwen raised an eyebrow, and the silver sword he carried on his back suddenly came out; he didn't use the blade, but the hilt.

The attack was lightning fast, striking the opponent's chest before Aiken could even swing his sword.

The next moment, Aiken's green cat eyes narrowed sharply, his mind went blank, and he felt as if he couldn't catch his breath, his whole body began to go limp.

"thump."

His shoulder was violently pressed down, and he was forced to kneel on the ground, his knees hitting the ground with a dull thud.

The silver sword fell to the ground. By the time he realized what was happening, Horton and Winston had already pinned him down, and even Paul had caught up with him.

"Aiken, you're absolutely insane."

"You son of a bitch, how dare you swing a sword at your own comrade?!"

Curses rang in his ears. Aiken's head was held down, and he stared intently at Arwen's muddy spiked boots, only able to glare upwards out of the corner of his eye.

Arwen lowered his eyes slightly, silently picked up the silver sword that had fallen to the ground, and sheathed it back into the scabbard on Aiken's back.

"I already told you to calm down."

Aiken's fierce expression gradually faded, clearly showing his bewilderment.

Even now, he still doesn't know the trajectory of Alwin's attack.

I originally thought that with my tireless training every day, I would eventually catch up with my opponent.

But the truth is, this gap is widening.

If the other party had intended to kill, that sword strike would have been enough to pierce his chest.

The little mist demon seemed to have noticed the commotion, and the sound grew closer.

The evening breeze blew through the forest, making a chilling sound.

"Arwen... Waaah... Is that you?"

"Did you come to save me...? I'm so scared..."

Upon hearing this voice, Alwin abruptly stopped, a ferocious glint appearing beneath his seemingly calm gaze, his chest heaving slightly.

Taking a deep breath and forcing himself to remain calm, he said to Horton.

"Take Aiken to the vicinity of the cave entrance first. It's backed by mountains and still has the aura of the old spearhead, so the little mist demon doesn't dare to go near there."

Having said that, Alwin turned around.

Horton watched the former's departing figure for a long time before he finally reacted.

"Arwen, are you going to hunt that little mist sprite?"

Alwin did not respond, but glanced at the lake behind him out of the corner of his eye.

I estimated that it was only about thirty steps, and with a full sprint, it would only take two breaths.

If you can't win a fight, you can always hide in the water by using underwater breathing.

Aiken felt the heavy weight on his shoulders lift off.

Ever since the Water Ghost Trial two years ago, when his recklessness and greed led to Brad's injury, coupled with Vesemir's criticism, he has felt guilty about it.

He looked at Alwin's retreating figure, slammed his fist into the ground, and said unwillingly.

"Arwen, please, kill this beast..."

Arwen strode toward the point of light in the mist, uttering only a single syllable through his nose.

"Um."

Horton swallowed hard and exchanged glances with Paul and Winston.

They knew their own limitations; staying to help in the thick fog would only be a burden to Arwen.

They each lifted Aiken with one arm and headed towards the location of the Old Spearhead Cave.

Alwin stared intently at the dim, yellowish light in the fog.

The sound of footsteps crunching through the nettles rose sparsely, and Alwin's heart pounded faster and faster as his adrenaline surged.

Ten meters, eight meters, five meters...

The thick fog rolled in, and the dim yellow light gradually lengthened, transforming into a shadowy figure about 1.75 meters tall.

The phantom was wearing a tattered leather jacket and carrying a sword, but its neck was broken at an eerie angle that no living person could possibly do, and it hung limply on its shoulder.

"Arwen...it's you...hehe..."

The hoarse whispers sounded like the howls of demons from hell.

Alwin gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands, his gray cat eyes shrinking to needle-like size.

Memories of my past with Brad flashed through my mind.

Since you are upset,

Then kill it.