The Witcher: Grinding Experience Starting as a Wolf School Witcher

Chapter 98 Reinforcements

"Ugh!!!"

A cold wind howled, and the five witcher golems in front of Atamon sped away.

With a push of their hands, the five golems unleashed a surge of magical power, and the Ald sign was activated, converging into a rapidly spinning storm that swept towards Alwin's location.

Before the gale even arrived, the aftershocks were already stinging Alwin's cheeks, pulling his black hair and cloak back.

At the same time, a deafening roar came from his ears, making his eardrums feel like they were about to burst.

"kill!"

A sudden wave of heat blew up from behind him, pulling his cloak back up.

A fiery serpent passed by him, roaring as it collided with the raging wind.

"boom!"

Ald and Igni intertwined to form a massive fireball, which expanded continuously in the air before exploding with a deafening roar.

The heatwave swept around, stirring up large amounts of dust and withered grass.

Six figures rushed out from Alwin's side one after another, each wielding a steel sword and moving with resolute steps.

The radiance of the Kundalini seal enveloped them.

One of them moved with ghostly speed, the wind whipping his milky white hair and headband, and he was the first to confront a Witcher Golem.

Geralt's face was bulging with black veins, making him look tyrannical and terrifying.

The golem roared, and the Quen sign immediately covered its entire body, swinging the silver chains tied to its arms as it charged forward.

Geralt raised his left hand and unleashed an Aard sign, the shockwave slightly slowing down his opponent's speed.

He spun around and unleashed a powerful, diagonal slash, the sharp whistle of the sword carrying the force of thunder.

The potion "Thunder" can enhance one's strength when consumed.

It instantly broke through the opponent's Kun seal.

The Witcher Golem unleashed a barrage of attacks from its arms, its silver chains swirling wildly, creating a deafening cacophony of clashes.

The wolf-headed badges pounded their chests, their scarlet eyes fixed on each other.

"ha!"

A low growl came from right next to Geralt.

A purple beam of light suddenly rose from the ground, making the space viscous.

The Yaden seal.

Aiskar held his sword in both hands, taking two steps at a time, and with each step he swung his sword.

He brought the Wolf School sword dance, which he had trained throughout his life, to its ultimate level.

The witcher golem fighting him retreated instead of advancing, and the battle was extremely intense.

Paul swung his sword down at the witcher golem in front of him, shouting, "Arwen, we're here to help you!"

"when!"

A powerful fist slammed into him. He raised his sword to block, and as the Quen shield shattered, he was knocked back several steps by the opponent's force.

"Shut up and concentrate!"

Winston shouted and cast the Aard sign, quickly filling in for Paul and forcing back the attacking Witcher golem.

Horton, sword in hand, engaged a Witcher in a fierce battle, his cold cat-like eyes gleaming with fighting spirit, his tone laced with mockery.

"Greenish-grey hair... let me think... are you Rupert Walker?"

"Ha, Vesemir often talks about you, saying that your worst skill is the Axii sign, that you can't even hypnotize a mouse, and also..."

Rupert's golem seemed to be provoked, and it lunged forward, throwing punches at Horton repeatedly, the silver chains in its hands jingling.

While defending, Horton continued to chatter on.

"Oh, damn it, you know what? I grew up listening to your stories."

As he spoke, a green glint appeared in his eyes.

It is the Yakshi seal.

The Rupert Golem was not to be outdone and unleashed the Axii sign.

The two mental shocks collided.

Aiken, on the other hand, faced off against a witcher who had similar cat-like eyes to him.

The cat's eerie green eyes were filled with savagery.

Without further ado, the steel sword swept out.

The two sides briefly clashed.

As soon as the Quen on Aiken's body breaks, he rolls and creates distance.

After casting a Kun Seal on himself, he stepped forward again, never lingering in the fight.

Atamon's face turned extremely ugly when he saw these witchers, and he muttered to himself in bewilderment.

"How could this be? Where did these people come from? How did they manage to escape my senses?!"

Alwin quickly glanced around.

Geralt, Escalde, Aiken, Paul, Horton, Winston.

One by one, names appeared in my mind.

Even the loneliest hunter needs the help of companions.

His gaze lowered slightly, he roared, and charged forward. Light blue light spots clung to his body. With a leap, his giant sword cleaved through the darkness and crashed down.

Atamon raised his staff, summoned another golem, and quickly tore it apart.

The seventh one.

He was also the last of the Seven Heroes on the walls of Kaer Morhen.

Matthew Miller.

He looked extremely young, about the same age as Geralt, but much thinner and shorter, suggesting he had only recently become a Witcher.

Matthew unleashed the Quen sign with all his might, but under Alwin's greatsword, the Quen sign only slightly alleviated the force before shattering like porcelain.

But this bought Matthew a little time, allowing him to narrowly dodge the sword.

Arwen continued to hold the greatsword high, took a deep breath, his arm muscles bulged, and began to gather his strength.

As a golem created by a witcher, Matthew's fighting instincts were ingrained in his very being.

If Arwen were to fully charge up, this sword strike would be enough to shred him to pieces.

run away?

A struggle flickered in Matthew's cat-like eyes, "Teacher......"

He threw a punch at Alwin's abdomen, trying to stop the opponent's sword strike.

The fist shattered Alwin's light blue Quen shield.

Continue forward, until you reach the latter's lower abdomen.

"when!"

A dull sound came from behind.

Matthew's cat-like eyes seemed to show a look of doubt as he looked at his modified fist.

Beneath the leather jacket in front of his fist, a scale-like object was faintly protruding.

【Dragon Scales】

Arwen, having gathered his strength, locked his gaze on Matthew, and his [Giant Bloodline] surged.

He unleashed his full power with this sword strike, the dark blade carrying an aura of earth-shattering force.

Matthew parried with both arms, but the sword swiftly severed his arms and decapitated him.

The murky blood, like viscous mercury syrup, flowed out slowly.

"Ugh!"

The fiery serpent swept in, baking and cracking the ground, and distorting space.

Arwen reacted quickly, dodging and rolling rapidly while replenishing his Quen sign.

Immediately afterwards, countless tiny fireballs hurtled towards Alwin's position.

Atamon's eyes flashed with a metallic glint, and he kept chanting venomous curses.

Seeing so many witchers present deeply wounded his proud pride.

As if the heavens were mocking them, after the massacre of Kael'thas, in just forty years, the number of witchers not only did not decrease, but actually increased.

"Gods above, you damned freaks, today I will utterly destroy you."

He raised his staff, pointing it directly at Arwen's location, and a rain of fire began to fall.

He laughed as he watched the black-haired witcher dodge in panic.

"Witcher, you are extraordinary. After I obtain you, I will dissect your body to examine its structure."