The Witcher: Grinding Experience Starting as a Wolf School Witcher

Chapter 39 [Illusory Mist Concealment]

Alwin dived into the water again, and with his previous experience, he became much more adept.

Grab the drowning little mist demon by the ankle and stab it to death with a single sword stroke.

[Defeat the Lesser Mist Demon to obtain 25% Lesser Mist Demon Mutant]

[Mist Demon mutant acquisition 100% detected, synthesize now?]

"synthesis!"

[Obtained 1 Little Mist Fairy Mutant]

[Little Mist Demon Mutant (Green): Installing this mutant slightly increases body speed and grants the green talent, Illusionary Mist Invisibility]

【Illusory Mist Invisibility (Green): The skin undergoes a transformation. Simply focus your mind and maintain your position, and the skin's pores will produce mist, blending you into the surrounding environment】

[Whether or not a mutant has been installed]

"Install!"

Immediately, an itchy sensation spread throughout my body, and a feeling of divine inspiration arose spontaneously.

Keep your head above water and remain completely still.

A wisp of mist rose from the skin that emerged from the water, followed by ripples.

Alwin's head gradually disappeared, merging with the water's surface.

However, when one's body is in the lake, the flowing water and the newly formed mist are dispersed, so the invisibility effect is out of the question.

Alwin clenched his fist. If this effect were used well, it would definitely be a divine skill for sneak attacks and ambushes.

"boom!"

The battle on the shore was deafening, with the fight between the old spearhead and the ancient little mist demon reaching its climax.

The former, relying on its terrifying strength, did not lose any ground even when attacked by multiple enemies.

Every now and then a gust of wind would whip up, overturning the attacking little mist demons and causing a gray rain to fall.

"Splash! Splash!"

A few small mist fairies fell into the water.

Arwen's cat-like eyes narrowed, and the hunt began again, as he harvested the little mist sprites that had fallen into the water.

However, he was very cautious and would not go near the little mist demon if it was less than ten meters away from the shore.

He didn't want to attract attention from either side; keeping quiet and making a fortune was the right approach.

Time passed, and the sky began to lighten with the first light of dawn.

Arwen harvested seven more small mist sprites.

Open the panel.

[Little Mist Demon Mutant (Green) x2, Little Mist Demon Mutant Remaining 75%]

Looking towards the shore, the mist began to thin under the sunlight.

The two sides had already distanced themselves, and the battle was about to end.

The ancient little mist fairy was surrounded by a group of little mist fairies. Its illusory body, Vesemir, had long since dissipated. It was panting heavily, and its right arm hung limply at its side, clearly indicating that it had suffered a serious injury.

As for Old Spearhead, he wasn't in much better shape either, his entire body covered in scratches.

His whole body seemed to be immersed in a pool of blood, and he could no longer distinguish whether it was his own blood or the blood of the little mist demon, making him look like a demon from hell.

The ancient little mist demon's teeth chattered, its eyes filled with hatred, and it let out a roar.

"ha!"

The dim yellow light spots on the chests of the surrounding mist demons glowed, condensing into mist that began to disperse into the forest.

Seeing this, the old spearhead's cloudy, single eye revealed a look of exhaustion.

Its left hand pressed down on a grayish-white section of the pole on its right leg, which was the little mist demon's severed arm. The pale hand bones were exposed at the joint, and the sharp five fingers, like spears, were deeply embedded in its skin.

"roar!"

The old spearhead roared and forcefully pulled the little mist demon's arm out, tearing out a chunk of flesh, and slammed it to the ground.

With heavy, rumbling breaths, it kneaded the severed arm in its hand into a ball, making cracking sounds, before stuffing it into its mouth hidden under the blood-stained cloth.

The yellowish teeth chewed repeatedly, producing bright red saliva.

This is clearly not enough to satisfy its enormous size.

His gaze swept around, and the little mist demon's corpse was scattered in pieces. Some were smashed into mincemeat, and some were torn apart alive, with their internal organs and intestines spilling out all over the ground, a scene of utter chaos.

It strode forward with heavy steps, limping along, picking up a few slightly intact corpses of small mist demons along the way.

Until it reached a slightly raised patch of land, it suddenly collapsed onto the ground and began to chew voraciously.

And in the bushes not far behind it, a pair of gray cat eyes appeared.

While the old spearhead was feeding, Alwin swam ashore and lurked all the way here.

My gaze was fixed on the latter’s slumped posture. Even when it was eating, it looked exhausted, and there was a bleeding wound on its right leg.

A crazy idea kept running through his mind.

opportunity!

This is definitely a chance to kill the old spearhead.

Alwin mentally assessed the risks of this hunt.

Old Spearhead was undoubtedly in an extremely weak state, but the huge disparity in strength between the two sides could still kill him.

However, Alwin now has an absolute advantage in speed. Even if he is defeated, he can still dive back into Killer Lake. Given Old Spearhead's current condition, it is absolutely impossible for him to catch up with him.

We need to find a way to drive the old spearhead mad and make it bleed profusely...

Ideally, we should poke out its eyes!

Alwin gripped his silver sword tightly, the blade cracking like a spiderweb. With [Blade Perception], he could barely draw his sword, but trying to parry Old Spearhead's attack was absolutely out of the question.

While he was pondering this, Old Spearhead had already finished eating the corpse beside him.

Its gaze began to wander, searching for an intact corpse.

Not far behind it were two complete corpses of little mist demons.

However, the body was located more than 30 meters away from Alwyn.

If we get discovered along the way, all our efforts will be in vain.

"Gagaga!"

Old Spearhead raised his head, and a piercing sound rang out overhead as a raven with pure black wings circled in the air.

The latter was attracted by the strong smell of blood and wanted to come here to scavenge some leftovers.

In that instant, Alwin silently burst out of the bushes.

In the time it takes to breathe, he reached the space between the two corpses.

My heart was pounding, and my adrenaline was surging.

It didn't expect the opportunity to come so quickly.

He held his breath and concentrated, a thin mist spreading from his skin, quickly adhering to his body, then twisting and transforming, blending into the surrounding environment.

Old Spearhead snorted, raised his hand, and shooed away the ravens that flew in.

When it turned around, Alwin was extremely nervous, and his palms were sweating.

Old Spearhead's one eye saw the corpse of the little mist demon beside Arwen.

It slowly stood up, approaching step by step, its heavy breathing turning into white mist that billowed out, accompanied by a nauseating stench of blood and decay.

It was getting closer and closer, as if it hadn't noticed Alwin.

The latter hunched over, his muscles stiff, suppressing his panic, even holding his breath, afraid of disturbing the other party.

Old Spearhead approached Arwen, casually picked up the corpse of the little mist sprite beside him, and dragged it into the muddy ground, creating a shallow trench.

Suddenly, Old Spearhead took a deep breath, his nose twitching beneath the blood-covered cloth as if he had smelled something strange, but he saw nothing in his field of vision.

It lowered its body, and its blood-red, turbid single eye rapidly magnified in Alwin's eyes, resembling a milky-white jade plate.

The pupils, larger than a human head, slowly contracted, filled with extreme oppression.

The cold morning wind swept across the water, and ravens cawed as they ate the corpses on the shore.

A sword light suddenly shot out!