The Witcher: Grinding Experience Starting as a Wolf School Witcher

Chapter 21 Drowned Undead

Alwin glanced around at his surroundings.

There are twelve water ghosts now, plus the seven that were there before, making a total of nineteen.

According to the records in "Monster Chronicles", this number far exceeded the scope of ordinary water ghost groups.

Dream Trials.

The word instantly popped into my mind.

They also knew that seeking help from Vesemir and his group was unlikely.

The only thing that can keep you alive is yourself!

"ha!"

A water ghost lunged at first, but Alwin raised his sword with both hands, took a step forward, and slashed with practiced ease.

The silver blade slid down, but the expected fleshy sensation did not materialize.

The attacking water ghost seemed to suddenly understand, and its body jerked backward to dodge the sword.

"Rustling!"

A water ghost emerged from the side, its sharp claws whistling through the air, aiming for Arwen's opening.

Alwin quickly spun around to dodge, narrowly avoiding the danger.

Dodge and then block!

He instinctively raised his sword and held it horizontally in front of him, but he found that the water ghost, having failed in its sneak attack, quickly retreated back into the group of water ghosts.

"This...this is impossible!"

Arwin was shocked.

Everyone knows that water ghosts are brainless, which is why they were able to handle the previous battles so easily.

But in the current situation, the other side is like a well-trained soldier, even capable of encircling and pressuring, and launching pincer attacks.

"No, it's definitely not just water ghosts; there must be even more terrifying monsters out there."

Their eyes searched frantically.

In my line of sight, a ball of orange-red heat emerged from the water behind the water ghost.

It has two pairs of fins on its head, prominent cheekbones that are clearly visible, and two rows of serrated teeth in its square lips.

It was a size larger than a typical water ghost, with puffed-out cheeks, pupils flashing with an eerie red light, and emitting a low growl.

Arwen cursed under his breath: "What the hell is this thing?!"

On the cliff face, Vesemir cried out in alarm.

"It's a drowned spirit! A powerful species among water ghosts, capable of controlling them. This is bad!"

"Geralt!"

Before he could finish speaking, he noticed that the white-haired youth beside him had already drawn his silver sword and was running wildly down the mountain path.

Veris frowned, and the ruby ​​necklace on his chest flashed.

"ha!"

The water ghosts roared incessantly, putting pressure on Alwin and trying to overwhelm him with their aura.

However, with the blessing of the "Dual Soul," Arwen remained calm.

The standoff didn't last long. The drowned undead emerged fully from the river, raised its lean right arm, and pointed its finger at Alwin's location.

"ha!"

The twelve water ghosts moved in unison, attacking from all directions.

Arwen dodged using the footwork of the Wolf School of Witcher swordsmanship, combined with the [Brown Owl] potion he had drunk, spinning and rolling to evade.

Sweat mixed with mud stained his entire body, making him look utterly disheveled.

His breathing became erratic, and even with the support of the [Tawny Owl], his strength would eventually run out.

He knew he couldn't go on like this.

But the water ghost kept dodging the silver sword, giving him no chance at all.

His gaze swept toward the drowning undead hiding in the back.

Those dead fish eyes gleamed with a cunning and greed that shouldn't belong to a ghoul.

Like a raccoon watching a mouse in its paw, it plays with its prey until it's exhausted before delivering the final blow.

Alwin's lips twitched viciously.

He leaned slightly forward, raised his right foot, and propelled himself forward with force from the ground.

The drowning necromancer saw through Alwin's plan and, knowing the importance of capturing the leader first, let out a hoarse gasp.

The twelve water ghosts in front of it received the order and stood in front of it.

Arwen roared and swung his sword, "Get out of my way!"

The water ghost in front of him dodged the attack, while the water ghost beside him thrust out with its sharp claws.

This time, Alwin didn't dodge; he charged straight through.

Instantly, several lines of blood appeared on his body, and the excruciating pain made his teeth chatter.

But his cat-like eyes remained fixed on the drowning undead, his adrenaline surging, ready for a desperate fight.

The drowning ghoul took a step back, emitting a rapid, low growl.

Twelve water ghosts followed one after another.

Eight meters!

Five meters!

Three meters...

A sharp wind swept against my back, and blood splattered everywhere.

"not good!"

Alwin shouted in his heart, but his body had already involuntarily fallen to the ground.

"Clang!"

The silver sword in his hand fell to the side, and intense pain rushed along his nerves to his brain, causing his vision to go black.

The water ghosts made eerie noises and rushed forward, trying to dismember and devour Arwen.

"ha!"

The drowning ghoul opened its arms and let out a roar.

All the water ghosts stiffened and began to retreat.

The drowned spirit walked to the shore, its black, rotting tongue protruding from its mouth, its eyes filled with greed.

A cold wind swept across the lake.

Alwin bit the tip of his tongue to keep himself conscious, his nasal cavity filled with the smell of rust.

He tasted the flavor of celandine in the blood.

He drank not only the [Cat] and [Tawny Owl] potions, but also the [Swallow] potion.

The medicinal power surged from his lower abdomen and spread to his limbs and bones.

The pain was quickly suppressed.

Two meters...

not enough……

one meter……

Half a meter...

Arwen felt the wet tongue of the drowned undead licking his black hair, sending a chill down his spine.

This distance is enough!

With a powerful push of both hands, he picked up the silver sword beside him and thrust it out suddenly.

The drowning ghoul's eyes flashed with sword light. He hurriedly used his right hand to block, but his dark blue palm was pierced by the silver sword.

However, due to the resistance, the sword's edge avoided its neck.

The murky blood, mixed with the sword oil of the ghoul, splattered onto its surface, making a sizzling sound as it burned.

"ha!"

The drowning ghoul let out a painful howl.

With a flick of his wrist, Alwin sliced ​​off half of the drowning undead's right hand.

The drowning spirit quickly retreated and stood back up in the water.

His gaze first showed astonishment, then extreme anger.

It did not expect that this despicable human would feign death and launch a counterattack.

The blood flowing from his right palm stained the river surface, and his two rows of sharp teeth kept clashing together, making a tooth-grinding sound.

"ha!"

Before the roar had even faded, Alwin darted out and stepped into the river, intending to cut off the drowning undead's head.

The drowning undead was forced to retreat in defeat. It had just personally experienced the power of the silver sword, and fear was growing in its heart.

But as the king of water ghosts, when had it ever suffered such humiliation?

It pushed off with both feet, jumped backward, and plunged into the water like a fish entering the water.

Alwin's eyes searched, and a pale yellow shadow swam quickly beneath the surface.

The shadow moved its arms and legs together, like a winding water snake, moving with astonishing speed while remaining silent.

He seized the opportunity and plunged the silver sword into the water, but it only pierced the reflection of the drowning undead.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed his ankle hard, the sharp claws like blades digging into his skin.

A tremendous force surged forth, and his body sank.

"That beast is trying to drag me down with him."

The murky river water instantly rushed into my nasal cavity.

Arwen gripped the sword hilt with both hands, and a panel appeared.

Underwater breathing, activated!