NABC Chapter 35 Entering the Cave
Chapter 35 Entering the Cave
[Defeat the Lesser Mist Demon to obtain 25% Lesser Mist Demon Mutant]
[Wolf School Witcher Swordsmanship Experience +2!]
[Healing Spell, Quen Sign, Aard Sign Experience +1!]
Alwin glanced at the panel.
From the spring equinox last year to the autumn equinox this year, only the Quen sign among the Witcher's basic signs has been upgraded to Lv2.
However, I did not gain any talent, according to the system prompts.
Although there are five Witcher Signs, they complement each other and all need to be upgraded to Lv2 to unlock the talent.
Although it was a bit troublesome, it gave Alwin plenty of hope.
They should at least give it a yellow one, like the Drowning Ghost.
Suddenly, Alwin heard another rustling sound.
It was the sound of spiked boots treading through the bushes, coming from the direction of the lake.
Looking through the cat's eye, Alwin saw a tall, muscular figure gradually emerge from the mist.
"Arwen."
Paul strode forward, a look of delight on his face. "I'm here to help you."
Alwin straightened up, his gray vertical pupils narrowed, and the smile that had been on his lips suddenly turned cold.
Without the slightest hesitation, he raised his hand and cast the Aard sign.
"boom!"
A fan-shaped shockwave burst forth, breaking the fog once again.
A gaunt, gray figure appeared and was knocked to the ground.
Its ferocious eyes showed fear and confusion; it didn't understand at all where its imitation was so bad.
Arwen's mind was as clear as a mirror.
Based on his understanding of Paul's personality, two years of training had improved him considerably, but his ingrained traits of gossip, boasting, gambling, and cowardice remained unchanged.
If you tell him to wait by the cave, he will definitely stay by the cave and wait for him to come back.
And most importantly, how can a Witcher make any footsteps? Even stepping on the wooden planks of an attic, he won't make the slightest sound, just like a human ghost.
The little mist demon quickly got up, trying to escape.
But Alwin, having already witnessed the speed of the little mist demon, was already on guard.
It was not as lucky as its companions.
As he charged forward, his left hand had already formed a hand seal and pressed quickly onto the ground.
The purple light spots quickly coalesced into a six-pointed star array, and the magic made the air as viscous as swamp.
The little mist demon had barely gotten halfway up when it felt as if it were carrying a massive boulder.
Arwin stepped into the magic circle with his sword drawn. Reflected in the despairing pupils of the little mist fairy, he raised the sword hilt high with both hands and cleaved it to the ground.
Blood splattered on the grass, and the little mist demon's head drooped on its shoulders as it knelt down on the ground.
[Defeat the Lesser Mist Demon to obtain 25% Lesser Mist Demon Mutant]
[Aden Sign Experience +1!]
50% of the Little Mist Demon mutants were obtained.
Arwen wiped the blood off his silver sword, guessing that the little mist fairy's talent was probably related to illusion magic.
Lifting the two little mist demons by the head, my vision suddenly brightened considerably, and the surrounding mist began to dissipate rapidly.
Looking up, the moonlight swept across his face, and the clouds and mist dispersed.
It was late at night, and it was time to cross the Old Spearhead Cave as planned.
They hurried toward the location of the cave.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a thick gray fog gathering on the shore not far from the lake.
Numerous dim, yellowish lights flickered in the mist, their brightness shifting and echoing each other, accompanied by the faint sounds of ghosts wailing and wolves howling.
The Little Fog Demons Group
Alwin decisively quickened his pace.
He was injured even dealing with a small mist demon; if it were a group of them, what difference would it make from courting death?
In a thicket not far from the lakeside cave.
Paul Aiken and the others were pacing back and forth, feeling lost and uncertain.
Horton frowned and asked, "Why has he been gone for so long? It's been almost an hour. Could something have happened to him?"
Winston hesitated for a moment, then said, "No, he's the strongest among us."
Paul remained silent, but worry was evident in the cat's eyes.
Aiken slammed his fist into the ground, picked up his silver sword, and the injury caused by Alvin's suffocating blow had been completely healed.
"You wait here, I'll go check on the situation."
"etc……"
Horton pressed down on Aiken's shoulder, and the latter gave him an impatient look.
"Look, hasn't the fog cleared up a bit?"
Aiken's green cat eyes twitched.
According to the records in "The Book of Monsters", the dissipation of the mist is a sign that the little mist demon is leaving.
"What are you doing?"
A familiar voice came from beside me.
Everyone's face lit up with joy.
"Arwen, you're back."
"Hmm." Alwin emerged from the woods, raising two ferocious heads.
"Little Mist Fairies?" Paul exclaimed. "Two of them?"
Everyone was deeply moved, especially Aiken, who couldn't help but gasp.
Even if we disregard Aiken alone, and even add Paul and the other two, they wouldn't be confident of killing a small mist demon.
Alwin, however, killed two at once.
This is shocking.
Indeed, not all Witcher Apprentices are the same.
Arwen threw the heads of the two little mist sprites on the ground and glanced at the night.
"Hide these two heads for now, and retrieve them after you pass the trial. Take them back to Kael'thas to pay tribute to Brad."
Everyone came to their senses and understood the reasoning.
Bringing the blood-smelling little mist demon's head into the old spearhead's cave was definitely not a wise move.
The group worked together to dig a small pit, buried their heads in it, and poured some ghoul oil on the mound to prevent the ghouls from smelling it and throwing it out to eat.
The autumn wind was bleak and biting in the dead of night.
The five of them officially arrived at the entrance of the Old Spearhead Cave.
Alwin spoke in a serious tone, lowering his voice.
"We need to speed things up, I'll say it again."
"Before taking each step, watch your step carefully and don't make any noise."
Aiken and the others nodded solemnly, and Paul even sang a song that all the apprentice witchers of the Wolf School knew.
"Old Spearhead is fast asleep; if anyone wakes him, he'll sleep even more soundly than he does."
"Okay, take your medicine."
The five men each took out a black medicine bottle from their pouches, uncorked it, and drank it all.
The icy liquid flowed down his throat and into his stomach, then exploded into a fireball.
Alwin's face twitched, and black veins filled with toxins bulged out, like earthworms, running up his neck and covering his entire face.
The five people's cat eyes lit up one after another, and the originally pitch-black cave was instantly as bright as day.
Alwin took a deep breath, quickly adapted to the changes in his body, and was the first to enter the cave.
The stench was so strong it almost brought tears to his eyes.
Aiken and the others immediately followed, maintaining their formation.
Before he had gone thirty steps, Alwin saw countless piles of bones, some already weathered and white, others still bearing traces of uneaten, rotting flesh.
There were water ghosts and little mist demons, one of which had a rotten silver sword stuck in it.
That belongs to a Witcher apprentice.
A complex look flashed across everyone's eyes as they continued forward.
Until their path was blocked by a smooth stone wall three meters high.
Vesemir's words echoed in everyone's ears once again.
"Witchers are solitary hunters, but even when they go it alone, they still need the help of companions."