The Witcher: Grinding Experience Starting as a Wolf School Witcher

Chapter 79 [Suffocation]

"laugh!"

The mob's body trembled violently, stiffened, his eyes bulged, and blood kept gushing from his mouth.

Baron Marcus hid behind the shield guards.

"Shoot arrows at him! Shoot arrows at him! Aim carefully, don't fire all the arrows at once, his witchcraft will deflect them!"

Arwin frowned slightly; the baron seemed to know the Witcher's Quen sign.

"Ulysses, you take four men and advance forward, surround him from the flank, thrust his halberd into his rear, and capture him. I will reward you handsomely; I will hang his corpse on this weeping willow!"

"Yes, sir."

The guard, with a playful look on his face, led four men forward, each holding a shield.

Arwen dragged the corpse along, thinking to himself.

"To end this chaos, we must first capture the baron."

Arwen took a step forward, and an arrow whizzed past him, followed by a sharp whistling sound as it cut through the air.

"Zzzzt!"

The arrow struck the steps of the Temple of Meritelli behind them, bursting into brilliant sparks and leaving a white mark.

The arrow is shaped like a harpoon; if you are hit by it, a chunk of flesh will be ripped off.

Looking through the cat's eyes, Baron Marcus's face contorted with rage as he gestured towards his neck.

"Go to hell with this Meritelli, you freak!"

Alwin glanced around and saw that the thugs had long since been frightened away, leaving a clearing. Only the five guards were slowly approaching.

Just as he was about to make his move, an old voice came from behind him.

"Witcher, hold your breath."

Alwin didn't turn around. A glass bottle flew overhead, its pink liquid shimmering.

The archer beside Baron Marcus reacted quickly, aiming his arrow and shattering the glass bottle.

"Snapped!"

The liquid in the bottle did not scatter like raindrops, but instead evaporated into pink mist.

Alwin held his breath as the smoke exploded overhead, like a thick, powdery cloud that quickly descended.

Seeing this bizarre phenomenon, the surrounding thugs turned and fled hastily, but in the struggle, they were suppressed by the pink cloud.

"Heave-ho... Heave-ho..."

Heavy breathing continued, their lungs were completely drained of air, the pain of suffocation made their vision go black, their bodies swayed and they fell to the ground.

The armored guards were in the same boat, staggering and too weak to even hold their halberds and shields. They knelt on one knee, ripped off their helmets, clutched their chests, their faces turning purple, and gasped for breath.

Beyond the pink cloud of smoke, Baron Marcus could not see the situation inside at all, and he sensed something was wrong.

"call out!"

The smoke and clouds parted, and a figure flew out, his black cloak fluttering in the wind.

Baron Marcus was already on edge, and urged him on sharply.

"It's him! Fire! Fire!"

The archer quickly aimed and fired ten arrows, turning the figure in the air into a hedgehog.

"when!"

The figure fell to the ground, and Baron Marcus's eyes narrowed, revealing a look of fear.

The man in the black cloak was not a witcher at all, but a mob who was already dead.

While he was stunned, a shadow suddenly rushed out of the smoke, moving with ghostly speed. In the time it took to cover a hundred paces, it was right in front of him.

Before the remaining five armored guards could react, a powerful force swept across their shields.

"boom!"

Beneath the clanging of metal was a tremendous force, like a mountain collapsing or a tsunami crashing.

The armored guards' hands trembled, their shields shattered, and their defensive line was forcibly breached.

The giant sword spun, drawing three black full moons.

【Spinning Blade】.

The armor dented and broke, followed by blood and screams.

Baron Marcus was horrified, his pupils reflecting the black-haired demon, and he frantically ran towards the weeping willow grove behind him.

The archer nocked an arrow again.

A fan-shaped impact was unleashed.

The powerful impact sent them flying.

Panic spread among the archers, and their will to fight quickly crumbled.

Baron Marcus continued to flee, panting heavily, terrified by the constant screams behind him.

Suddenly, the wailing behind me stopped abruptly.

His body froze instantly as someone grabbed the back of his collar.

Baron Marcus swallowed hard, slowly turned his head, and met the cat's eyes.

"Witcher... have mercy..."

Before he could finish speaking, a fist studded with silver nails came crashing down on him.

"Crack!"

He screamed in pain, seeing stars, and blood kept flowing from his broken nose, staining his entire jaw red.

Arwen sheathed his sword and dragged his body toward the Temple of Meritelli as if he were a dead dog.

[Wolf School Witcher Swordsmanship Experience +5!]

[Quin, Aard, and Igni Sign Experience +1!]

The pink smoke began to dissipate, revealing scattered figures lying on the surrounding bluestone ground.

Their chests heaved, like wild dogs whose legs had broken and lungs had burst, ready to be slaughtered.

The power of this magical potion slightly shocked Alwin.

An elderly woman with white hair stood at the entrance of the temple, leaning on a cane, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon.

It was the High Priest Asumta of the temple who made the move.

Alwin bowed slightly.

High Priest Asumta nodded in response, then sighed.

"Disaster is imminent, an era of blood and fire is about to begin, alas..."

With that, she turned around and walked with difficulty into the temple.

Arwen entered the temple, and Nannick walked towards him.

The former looked at the white-haired old woman, "Granny Asumta, she..."

Nannick asked, "The High Priestess is getting old; this may be her last time taking action. What's the situation outside?"

Alwin said, "It's over. The pink smoke brought them all down."

"It's a suffocation potion, the High Priest's masterpiece, one of the few bottles in the temple."

"Where's Mia?"

Nannick turned slightly to the side, giving way to his view. Not far away, Mia's body lay on the ground, with two nuns tending to her.

Arwin recognized Flavia, who had taught history at Kaer Morhen, and Eled, whom he had met before.

"Don't worry, the knife wasn't poisoned, and the injury isn't serious."

Alwin breathed a slight sigh of relief, lowered his gaze, and looked at Baron Marcus, who was struggling in his hands.

The other person wiped the blood from the corner of their mouth with the back of their hand and shouted in a fierce but cowardly manner.

"You bunch of witches and freaks, what's with that look you're giving me?"

"Are you trying to kill me? I'm a baron, a nobleman!"

"Murdering a nobleman is a serious crime, and the Curdwin Laws will not let you off the hook."

Nannick frowned, his tone revealing disgust.

"Owen Marcus, do I need to remind you?"

"Although Meritelli is not as powerful as the Church of the Eternal Flame in Novigrad, it has come into contact with some upper-class nobles over the years, including many wives of great nobles and judges."

"Besides, the laws of Cordwin do not stipulate that a baron can storm a legitimate religious site without cause."

"If we go to court, you'll be the one who suffers the consequences."