NABC Chapter 22 Kill
Chapter 22 Kill
"call……"
Geralt ignored the black thorn bushes at his feet, his white hair flying wildly.
With his right hand supporting him on the ground, he leaped off the three-meter-high stone wall.
His amber vertical pupils were fixed on Alwin, who was about to be dragged into the water.
fast!
He bent his legs, performed a simple dissipation motion, and his body shot out, kicking up a cloud of damp mud.
The twelve water ghosts still on the shore noticed Geralt's figure, turned around in unison, their eyes cold.
"ha!"
A roar erupted, as if it had received a command from a drowning undead, and it howled as it rushed toward intercepting the white-haired youth.
A silver light pierced the darkness, and a hideous water ghost's head flew into the air, its filthy blood spilling into the swamp.
The sword dance of the Wolf Hunters is specifically designed for hunting monsters.
The water ghosts' attack did not hinder Geralt's progress; on the contrary, it made him even faster.
The sword light, shaped like a full moon, kept spinning. The twelve water ghosts that had caused Arwen so much trouble were all killed by Geralt with just one charge.
Without the slightest hesitation, Geralt gripped his silver sword and plunged into the water.
The sound of rushing water continued, then subsided.
Vesemir quickly reached the shore, his cat-like eyes bulging like needles, with dark blood vessels popping out around his eye sockets.
He had taken the potion, and in the darkness he could see more clearly than in the daytime.
Even so, he still couldn't see through the layers of the river.
"Splash!"
A figure emerged from the water, the moonlight shining on his wet, white hair, making it gleam.
"How is it?"
Geralt swam in the water, panting heavily. "I couldn't find him. It's too dark underwater."
Without hesitation, Vesemir drew his sword and jumped into the water, ready to search with Geralt.
He was anxious.
Witchers are not good at fighting in water, and neither is Vesemir.
Moreover, what Arwen was fighting was not a water ghost, but a drowned undead.
Without his help, Alwin would have been in grave danger.
He had to take action; as for the doctrines of the Witcher Trials, he had long since selectively forgotten them.
After all, he is now the patriarch of Kaer Mohen.
A gust of wind swept in from overhead.
"etc."
Veris's voice rang out from above them.
Geralt looked up and saw the other person fly down from the cliff and land directly on the air above them, their white dress fluttering in the wind.
Sorceress...
As Geralt was moved, Vesemir's voice came through the phone.
"Where is Veris? We need your help."
Vesemir knew that with the other party's help, finding Arwen would be effortless.
But he had to be quick; he didn't want to lose such a talented apprentice so easily.
Veris gently touched the ruby on his chest with his palm, his spiritual power spreading out within a hundred meters, breaking through the dim river water.
"Um?"
Veris let out a surprised exclamation.
Her mental focus remained on Alwin, but the other's condition was completely different from what she had expected.
There was absolutely no struggle in the water like a drowning person.
Instead, he was constantly engaged in a fierce battle with the drowning spirit.
Even for mutants, this completely defies common sense.
It's important to know that people consume a lot of oxygen during strenuous exercise, and this consumption is even greater underwater.
Alwin is like a fish, able to breathe underwater.
"Veris!?"
"He's alright, don't bother me!"
After Veris shouted, he stretched out his hands, chanted aloud, and magic gathered, causing the river to surge with waves.
Underwater...
Alwin was enveloped in the icy river water, his cheeks puffing out and bubbles of all sizes rising to the surface.
[Underwater Breathing] He is constantly supplied with oxygen by filtering river water, but the time is limited and he can only last for twenty minutes.
"Splash!"
The sound of flowing water came from behind me, and a burning pain surged up my back.
The drowning necromancer slashed at him.
Alwin quickly turned around, his vision blurred and black.
Whether it's the cat's eye or the night vision provided by the "cat" potion, the underwater effect is negligible.
In particular, the ghoul-eating sword oil applied to the silver sword had long been dissolved by the river water.
"Splash!"
My adrenaline was surging to its limit; I could hear my own heart pounding in my ears.
Alwin paddled towards the river, but the sound of the current kept coming.
The drowning spirit is nearby, aiming at him.
Alwin forced himself to remain calm, his eyes constantly searching for its figure.
"hiss……"
Arwen winced in pain as the drowning undead scratched his calf once more.
When you look down, you can only see its fleeting afterimage.
The drowned spirit is toying with him, taking revenge, and trying to torture him to death.
"That damned beast!"
In the darkness, his agility far surpassed that of his monster, and a twenty-minute countdown began.
The emotions that should have been suppressed by the mutation and the drug collapsed.
Panic overwhelmed him like a waterfall.
What to do? What should I do?!
Alwin's breathing quickened, and suddenly, a voice resounded from the depths of his heart.
"Left hand, watch your left hand!"
"It's Veris!"
Alwin shuddered, as if he had grasped a lifeline, and brandished his silver sword with such force that he slashed a string of bubbles in the water.
"Clang!"
A dull sensation spread from the sword to both arms, and a piercing scream echoed eerily in the water.
Alwin was invigorated.
"Found you!"
The muscles in his arms bulged, increasing the force of his chopping, and also closing the distance with the drowning spirit.
To his surprise, the drowning undead gripped the silver sword firmly with both hands, showing no intention of letting go even as its scales cracked and its skin corroded.
It suddenly exerted force, pulling Alwin's body downwards.
Alwin understood the other party's intention.
It wanted to pull him into the deep water, where his underwater breathing would be greatly reduced, and the terrifying water pressure would cause his bodily functions to collapse.
It must be killed now!
Arwen pressed down on his sword with his right hand, raised his left arm, and punched out with all his might, slamming his fist heavily onto the drowning undead's head.
card!
Those two rows of sharp teeth were broken, and the blood made his vision even more blurred.
Once, twice, three times!
A series of powerful punches!
The drowned ghoul's eyes were bloodshot, and it saw stars. It released its silver sword and instead swung it awkwardly at Al.
Two rows of broken teeth kept biting at Alwin's face, but they were all knocked back by Alwin's fists.
Alwin now had only one thought in mind.
"Live on."
"I want to live!"
He suddenly reached out with his left hand and firmly grabbed the fish fin behind the drowning undead's head, completely ignoring the latter's attack.
He stomped on the drowning spirit's abdomen, using his right arm to pull the silver sword out of its flesh.
"Die!"
He pressed down on the drowning spirit's head and swung his sword again.
The drowning spirit's pupils erupted in extreme terror until its vision went completely black, losing all connection with the body beneath its neck.
It never understood it until its death.
How can a human survive in water for so long?
Is he some new breed of water ghost?
[Wolf School Witcher Swordsmanship Experience +10!]
Defeating the Drowned Necromancer (BOSS) guarantees a 100% chance of obtaining the Drowned Necromancer Mutant.
The moon peeked out from behind the clouds, casting a few drops of moonlight.
Veris stopped what he was doing and landed on the shore.
Vesemir and Geralt looked puzzled, but then they noticed a faint smile playing on each other's lips beneath their hoods.
The sound of rushing water filled the river, drawing everyone's attention.
A black-haired boy slowly climbed out of the water.
He was dressed in rags, covered in wounds, and walked with heavy steps.
He held a silver sword in his right hand and a huge water ghost head in his left.
Large drops of water streamed down his black hair, running down the bridge of his nose and revealing his venomous gray vertical pupils.