The Witcher: Grinding Experience Starting as a Wolf School Witcher

Chapter 2 Water Ghost

Alwin turned around.

A series of figures were reflected in his pupils.

The leader was a tall man whose hair was not gray like Vesemir's, but creamy white, tied back with a hairband.

With sculpted features and a slightly youthful face, he possessed a pair of amber-colored vertical pupils that were almost identical to those of Vesemir.

He wore a black leather jacket trimmed with silver, carried two swords on his back, and the black wolf head badge on his chest emitted a soft hum.

Beneath the silver-studded gauntlets was a silver chain, behind which followed a row of blue shadows.

"It's Geralt, Geralt is back."

"Oh, damned plague, and what's that ugly blue thing?"

"It's a water ghost, you idiot!"

The apprentices grumbled as Geralt tied the chain in his hand to a stake.

Alwin's gaze shifted to the water ghost, and he gripped the sword hilt even tighter.

"Hiss..."

The water ghost was hunched over, its entire body covered in blue scales, with only a small amount of soft skin exposed on its abdomen.

Its arms are long and slender, and its hands and feet have webbed feet like a duck's, from which five dark, sharp claws extend, gleaming with a cold, eerie light under the sunlight.

The head, so thin that you could see the cheekbones, bulged out a pair of eerie, dead fish eyes. Beneath the thick, fish-like lips were dense, sharp teeth that sent chills down your spine.

Alwin's breathing quickened. This was a water ghost, not a game, but a living, breathing water ghost.

Adrenaline levels began to spike, but the heart rate remained far below normal.

At most, it only takes forty to forty-five beats per minute.

His mutated body was forcing him to calm down and suppress the fear in his heart.

Vesemir had somehow moved to the side and in front of the apprentices, his cat eyes scanning the faces of all of them.

Some were horrified, some were excited, and some even began to tremble slightly; he saw all of this.

"Master Vesemir... this... this is..."

Paul, standing next to Alwin, pursed his lips, his words becoming increasingly incoherent.

Vesemir crossed his arms. "You wolf cubs, weren't you so arrogant just now? What, now that you've seen a real monster, you're cowering in fear?"

The apprentices fell silent.

For the past six years, they have only learned theoretical knowledge, and they have only learned about monsters from "Monster Chronicles". This is probably the first time in their lives that they have actually seen a monster with their own eyes.

"No, no!"

"Master Vesemir, I want to challenge them!"

Aiken picked up his two-handed training sword, his face serious, looking eager to try.

With one person taking the lead, it undoubtedly gave this small team of six a strong boost of confidence.

Vesemir sneered, "I can understand a young witcher apprentice's desire to prove himself by slaying a water ghost with his sword, but when facing monsters, impulsiveness is useless, and knowledge in the mind is more important than the sword in your hand."

Vesemir suddenly raised his voice, "Tell me, what is the water ghost's weakness!"

Upon hearing this, Arwen and his five apprentices instinctively straightened up and said in unison:

"Weak! Afraid of fire! Poor eyesight!"

Upon hearing this, Vesemir nodded in satisfaction.

"Aiken, Paul, Brad, you're in one group."

"Houghton, Alwin, Winston, you're in one group."

Following Vesemir's instructions, the witcher apprentices quickly divided into teams and dispersed.

Vesemir shouted, "Grip your training swords tight! Each group, take on one water ghost and kill them!"

Upon hearing this, Alwin raised his training sword.

"Wait, training swords? Shouldn't we be given silver swords?"

Some of the apprentices noticed this, but before they could ask, they heard Vesemir's voice from behind them.

"Geralt!"

Upon hearing this, Geralt slightly raised his head, unlocked a chain with his right hand, and a water ghost broke free, waving its claws and tearing at Geralt.

Geralt decisively raised his hand.

The five fingers, clad in silver-studded gauntlets, tightly covered the water ghost's face.

The muscles in the right arm are bulging.

A sudden push.

The water ghost was thrown out like a tattered sack, landing heavily not far in front of Alwin.

Upon seeing this, Alwin gasped.

Although this water ghost was slender, it was still about 1.5 meters tall. It easily pushed nearly 10 meters. Is this strength even human?

As for the other group, Geralt did the same thing, throwing a water ghost at them.

Before Alwin could even process what was happening, the water ghost in front of him had already stood up, its dead fish eyes staring intently at him, its narrow fish lips parted to reveal a dense array of sharp teeth.

"ha!"

A sharp, hissing sound, accompanied by a pungent, fishy stench, accompanied the water ghost's direct attack.

Alwin reacted quickly, using his right foot as the center point to spin around and dodge the water ghost's attack.

Driven by muscle memory, he raised the sword hilt high, generating power from the ground, and forcefully slashed down with the training sword in his hand.

"laugh!"

The dull sword blade collided with the scales on the water demon's back, producing a metallic clang.

Hit!

A surge of joy welled up in Alwin's heart.

But the water ghost's body only fell forward and quickly stood up.

The sword strike just now only left a pale dent on its scales.

Alwin frowned.

"As expected, it's not a silver sword. This training sword, lacking sharpness, has very limited lethality."

"Houghton, Winston!"

Alwin glanced at his teammates not far away and found that the two of them were stunned in place, clearly intimidated by the water ghost's aura.

Damn it!

The water ghost charged at us again.

……

Geralt shook the water ghost slime off his palm and strolled over to Vesemir's side.

Vesemir didn't look at him, but instead asked, "Geralt, which group do you think will successfully kill the water ghost?"

Geralt glanced around, pondered for a moment, and said, "Let's start with the first group. Aiken's apprentice has good swordsmanship, but he's too aggressive and prone to injury."

Vesemir shook his head.

"No, I don't think it's possible. Although water ghosts are relatively easy to deal with among monsters and have no brains, relying entirely on instinct to survive, the current apprentices are still too inexperienced to kill them with their training swords."

Geralt frowned. "Vesemir, this isn't right. I've heard you mention water ghosts, monsters that even a farmer could kill with a pitchfork."

Vesemir said, "That's right, but there are prerequisites."

"First of all, if this water ghost is one that has ventured deep into land, prolonged dehydration will make it extremely weak and slow-moving."

"Secondly, the pitchfork has a longer attack range than the water ghost. As long as it can pin down the water ghost, it is easy to hinder its movement."

"And now, these water ghosts are in good condition; they have no sense of pain and are almost insane."

"As long as you don't smash their heads, they will keep waving their arms and opening their mouths to bite until they tear their prey to shreds."

Vesemir turned to the young witcher beside him. "Geralt, do you remember what you looked like the first time you faced a monster?"

Geralt paused for a moment, recalling his first witch hunt.

It was a ghoul in the darkness of night, which he now considered utterly vulnerable, but at the time it had terrified him so much that he almost forgot to breathe.

Vesemir said, "What people fear most is the unknown. Just watch, once one of them is injured and falls to the ground, fear will overwhelm them and cause their formation to collapse."

"Respect death; this is the first lesson we teach our apprentices who have passed the trial of the grass."