The Witcher: Grinding Experience Starting as a Wolf School Witcher

Chapter 81 Infiltration

Arwen picked up the cloak from the ground and put it back on.

Riding the mare, they headed east.

As the sun sets and the moon rises, the temperature begins to drop sharply.

We walked through a forest of oak and yew trees, most of which had trunks as thick as a person and whose heights were difficult to determine.

The horse's hooves trod through the photinia bushes, and suddenly the view opened up before us.

Alwin lowered his gaze slightly; he was now on a hillside.

As the viewer's gaze descends along the mountainside, a campsite built of oak comes into view.

The campsite was about the size of two football fields, with an oval-shaped wooden fence and wooden towers standing in the four corners.

A sentry stood atop each tower.

Inside the camp, there were tents of all sizes, and torches and campfires everywhere.

There were quite a few soldiers in a relatively large open space.

They were carrying wood and, under the direction of a man holding a piece of parchment, were building a huge machine.

Siege equipment.

Alwin glanced around, his gaze finally settling on a blue tent in the center of the camp.

A flag was planted above the tent, with a unicorn pattern representing the Kingdom of Cordwin at the top and blue and white vertical stripes below, the coat of arms of Viscount Jennings.

Arwen dismounted and first tied the mare to an oak tree nearby.

Open the saddlebag and take out the [Tawny Owl] and [Cat] potions.

These potions, which were almost exhausted, have been replenished at the Temple of Meritelli in the past few days.

After drinking the medicine in turn, Alwin took out the medicine bottle given to him by Nannick from his pocket and removed the cork.

The white spots in the liquid resembled stars in the sky.

Potion: Blizzard.

He looked up and drank about half of it.

A fiery power exploded from his lower abdomen, and Alwin's face began to contort in horror, with black veins bulging out one by one, making him look extremely terrifying.

"ha……"

He twisted his neck and exhaled a breath of stale air.

The rustling of leaves and the mare's breathing sounded incredibly slow at that moment.

He looked down at his hands and clenched his fists tightly.

This feeling is like your mind is constantly in a state of high concentration.

With the help of the [Blizzard] buff, the reaction speed was increased several times over.

Suddenly, he turned his head and locked his eyes on the elk that darted out of the oak forest.

Its movement was as slow as a snail's pace.

"call……"

A cold wind howled, tugging at the cloak behind him, and a thick fog condensed from the oak forest behind him.

"It's getting foggy……"

He was slightly taken aback, then his eyes became lifeless.

"Yes, it's only right that I kill you all..."

Alwin murmured.

The mist, carried by the cold wind, quickly moved towards the campsite at the bottom of the slope.

The black-haired witcher's body also vanished at that moment.

Inside Viscount Jennings' camp.

The sentry standing on the tower saw the layers of mist and heard the sound of ladders being climbed behind him.

"Cole, you idiot, what are you doing still here?"

Sentry Cole turned around. "Darcy, enough nonsense. Where can I go if the replacement hasn't come? Why don't you take over my post?"

Darcy leaned against the railing and made a face.

"Hey, my brother, you must be cold and hungry right now to make you so irritable."

"You know, you need a bottle of good wine to warm yourself up. Come on, shall we go downstairs and warm ourselves by the fire?"

Sentinel Cole frowned. "Isn't this a bit much? If the Viscount finds out, I'm finished."

"No, no," Darcy chuckled, "that slut in the Viscount's tent has been moaning all this time, who would bother investigating you?"

"Besides, with such thick fog, what can you possibly see?"

"Once we take down the Temple of Meriteli tomorrow, we can finally let loose and have some fun."

Sentry Cole also showed an expectant expression.

"Too."

As the two were heading toward the wooden stairs, Darcy suddenly froze.

Sentry Cole stopped in his tracks. "Darcy, what are you doing?"

Darcy's hands trembled as he looked at his abdomen with horror.

A thick, black blade pierced his abdomen, white mist swirling around the blade, and blood dripped onto the wooden board, making a dripping sound.

Sentry Cole's eyes widened, and he turned to pull the reins and ring the alarm.

"laugh!"

The mist was split open, his right hand was severed, and he fell to the ground.

He tried to scream, but his throat was shattered by the force of the blow, and he could only whimper.

"Bang."

He was knocked to the ground by something, his head slammed into the wooden board, and he looked terrified.

Even as his life was about to end, he was still searching for what had attacked him.

But the fog was thick, and nothing could be seen clearly; vision was gradually obscured by the crimson hue.

Only at the very last moment did he vaguely see a human figure gradually coalescing in the mist.

A pair of grayish-yellow vertical pupils were coldly looking down at him.

With a flash of sword light, his last vestiges of consciousness vanished completely.

Arwen, making sure the two were completely dead, looked down and muttered to himself.

"The sentries in all four towers have been dealt with. Next..."

He reactivated [Phantom Mist Concealment], and with the help of the foggy weather, he could achieve near-constant invisibility.

Quickly descend the wooden ladder to the ground.

With his exceptional senses and the effects of the [Cat] potion, Arwen accurately located the position of each soldier.

Stealth, locate, kill; stealth, locate, kill; stealth, locate, kill...

midnight.

Arwen wiped the stains off his greatsword with an oilcloth; his cloak was stained with blood.

The cat's eyes gazed at the last blue tent, then it strolled away silently.

The tent had a slit, and the light from the glass oil lamp cast a dim yellow glow inside, revealing a wooden table made of birch wood.

A crystal mirror sits on the table.

The wolf head badge pinned to his chest began to tremble.

The cat continued to peer through its eyes, and the alluring, seductive sounds had been emanating from its ears for quite some time.

"what……"

Two figures, their hair white, overlapped.

Alwin had met both of these people.

The next target is Viscount Jennings.

The woman pictured above is Sienna, with brown hair and red eyes, or more accurately, Baroness of the White River.

Suddenly, a flash appeared on the crystal mirror on the table.

Alwin reacted quickly, stepping back slightly and hiding behind the tent flap.

The magical fluctuations grew stronger, and his intuition told him that the thing was very likely a communication magic item.

Viscount Jennings sensed something was wrong, his body trembled, and his momentum weakened.

After a brief respite, he pushed Sienna's fiery body aside.

The latter slumped on the blanket, looking at the former with a resentful gaze.

Viscount Jennings took a deep breath of the rich perfume in the tent, quickly put on his upper clothes, walked to the crystal mirror, tidied his hair and clothes, and cleared his still panting voice.

Once he was in the right state, he stroked his palm against the mirror.

A blurry, unreal image appeared in the mirror.

Viscount Jennings smiled broadly and bowed. "Sir, it is a great honor to see you again."