The Witcher: Grinding Experience Starting as a Wolf School Witcher

[Wolf School Witcher Swordsmanship Experience +30!]

[Quen Sign Experience +10!]

[Aard Sign Experience +5!]

[Defeat the Cyclops 'Old Spearhead' (BOSS) to obtain the Cyclops 'Old Spearhead' mutant at a 100% success rate]

"Heh heh!"

Alwin exhaled a breath of stale air, glanced at the panel, and his heart pounded.

Won!

The intense tension in my heart was finally released at this moment.

Open the panel.

[Cyclops 'Old Spearhead' Mutant (Purple): Installing this mutant will greatly increase your strength and grant you the purple talent, Giant Bloodline.]

[Giant Bloodline (Purple): Your entire musculoskeletal system will undergo a mutation, becoming stronger and more powerful. Through training, your strength, defense, and stamina will surpass human limits.]

Purple Talent!

Alwin's eyes burned with passion, and his breathing became rapid.

"Install!"

In an instant, a powerful force rose from the ground, causing his muscles and bones to writhe, and the tearing pain made him furrow his brow.

But as the pain subsides, it is an extremely pleasant feeling, a sense of lightness throughout the body.

Just as birds soar into the blue sky and fish swim into the sea, the shackles covering the human body are shattered by the giant's blood pulse.

Alwin silently observed the changes in his body, his exhaled breath rising into the air like a heat wave.

His gaze was slightly lowered.

[Wolf School Demon Hunter Swordsmanship Lv2: 927/1000]

【Alder Signet Lv1: 94/100】

Currently, I have enough experience points for these two skills to level up, but the others are still some distance away.

Turn off the panel.

Arwen stepped forward, carrying his silver sword. The raven that had been with him for a year perched on the old spearhead's shoulder, its dark eyes fixed on him, cawing softly.

The former smiled knowingly.

This time, the raven did him a great favor. If it hadn't attracted the old spearhead's attention for a moment, he wouldn't have been able to run between the two little mist demon corpses and thus achieve his plan to blind the old spearhead's one eye.

"Thank you so much, little one."

The raven tilted its head, cawing, and bent down to peck at Old Spearhead's shoulder with its beak, trying to snatch a piece of meat.

But its meager strength was no match for the latter's rock-hard muscles.

Arwen stepped forward, used his silver sword to cut a strip of flesh from the wound on the old spearhead's thigh, and placed it in his palm.

The raven was very clever and understood what the former meant. It flapped its wings, flew to his arm, picked up the shredded meat, and swallowed it whole.

I stroked its soft, glossy raven feathers, then cut off a few strands of meat and placed them by the roadside. The raven flew over and enjoyed its meal.

He took a deep breath, raised his foot and kicked out. With the support of the Giant Bloodline and the mutant, his strength increased by at least 20% compared to before.

"boom!"

The old spearhead's corpse fell backward with a dull thud. The black-haired youth strode forward, raised his arms high, and a silver light descended!

"Pfft!"

Hot blood splattered onto his pale face.

The silver sword was wedged in the old spearhead's neck. Alwin, with his spiked boots on the old spearhead's shoulder, pulled out the sword and, like a serf working in the fields, kept swinging his hoe until the old spearhead's head was completely severed.

He pulled out the rope used to tie the spoils from his pouch and hung the old spearhead's head around his waist.

I glanced at the sun that had already risen, and saw the ravens circling overhead, having eaten and drunk their fill.

He wiped the blood off his face with the back of his hand and sheathed the silver sword.

Under the [Blade Perception], this Wolf School silver sword is completely beyond repair; with a little force, the iron core inside will break completely.

However, none of this matters compared to the enormous harvest.

He poured the last of the ghoul sword oil next to Old Spearhead, not wanting to return to find Old Spearhead's corpse completely devoured by ghouls.

After quickly finishing, Alwin swiftly returned to Old Spearhead's cave.

This time, he chose the passage beneath the stone wall and went directly into Old Spearhead's "bedroom".

The bones were piled up like mountains, and the strong smell of blood was pungent.

He found a low-lying rock, climbed over onto the rock face, and locked his gaze on the scattered rubble not far ahead.

Beneath the dust beside the rubble, there were still messy footprints left by Paul and his two companions.

This is it.

He called out a few times, but when he found that Aiken did not respond, Alwen became quite anxious.

Choosing the Aard sign would have likely caused further damage to Aiken's arm.

He reached out his hands and moved the rubble away piece by piece.

At this moment, he deeply felt the immense power brought by the [Giant Bloodline].

In the past, even in its heyday, moving these rubble stones would have been extremely difficult.

But now, lifting those stones is easier than drinking water.

Soon, Alwin found Aiken's right hand, which was crushed and mangled by rubble.

First, he used a healing spell and the Quen sign, and after taking protective measures, he dug through the rubble.

Aiken lay slumped, already unconscious, and had only drunk a small portion of the [Swallow] potion in his left hand.

Arwen sprinkled the Swallow Potion on Aiken's right arm, cast a Healing spell, and then hoisted Aiken's body onto his back and headed up the mountain.

Stepping out of the old spearhead's cave, a gentle breeze caressed my face, bringing fresh air.

Looking towards the mountaintop, the Elemental Ring was not far away.

After walking along a pebble path covered with nettles and moss, you arrive at a narrow passageway in the stone wall.

"Ooh... Stop... Human..."

Alwin looked up and saw a figure standing above the stone wall.

It was hunched over, its back covered with rock-like keratin, its grayish-brown skin wrapped around bulging muscles, sharp teeth protruding from its gaping mouth, and its long arms hanging down past its knees.

His body was bound with hemp rope, and he wore a hammer made of wooden branches and broken bones. His cloudy eyes revealed a fierce look.

Its sound was muffled and intermittent.

"This is...this is the troll mountain...stop...or else...or else..."

As it spoke, it picked up the pebbles that had been prepared beforehand.

Alwin's gaze was indifferent.

The easiest way to get past these trolls blocking your way is to fight them, provided you can defeat them.

Secondly, you can negotiate and offer some tolls, such as gems or gold coins. Trolls will like anything shiny, including silver swords.

Arwen immediately abandoned the first option. After all that trouble, Arwen had no energy left to fight the trolls.

Besides, Aiken, an injured player, was also by his side.

As for the second one, it was unwilling to accept that either.

The silver sword on his back had been with him in battle for a long time, and he had grown somewhat attached to it.

Therefore, he chose neither of them.

"Troll, I don't want to fight you. Why don't you let me pass for Old Spearhead's sake...?"

As he spoke, he lifted the blood-stained cloth at his waist with his left hand and pointed the terrifying single eye at the troll.

Upon seeing this, the troll rubbed its eyes with its hand, its eyes widening like a pair of copper bells. The ferocious aura emanating from the old spearhead made it tremble with fear.

It stammered, "Witcher... run... troll... troll... didn't see you..."

Upon seeing this, Alwin revealed a vicious grin and quickly carried Aiken through the passage.

A brown-haired figure was rushing rapidly from the jungle not far from the passage.

Upon witnessing this scene, his cat-like eyes were struck dumb, followed by utter disbelief.

Aiskar gasped.

"Damn it, is that Old Spearhead's head?"

"A witcher apprentice killed it? Am I seeing things?"

"Are you kidding me?"