The Witcher: Grinding Experience Starting as a Wolf School Witcher

Chapter 64 Pterodactyl

Arwen placed his right hand on his chest and bowed.

"By the goddess Meritelli, Miss Mia, so am I."

Arwen held the Temple of Meriteli in awe.

Although not described in detail in the Witcher games, in the original books, the Temple of Meritelli was definitely the Witcher's logistical base and a place where miracles were performed.

Furthermore, when he left Kaer Morhen, Vesemir specifically instructed him to come to Franktal to help the Temple of Meritelli. Now that he has met the nun here, he has finally found his target.

However, with Mia around, he finds it difficult to extricate himself from unexpected situations.

"Oh my, Miss Mia, do you know this witcher?"

The dwarf, Gren, stepped forward and said.

Mia smiled, her gaze falling on the hood that covered Arwen's face, but she did not answer.

The witcher before her chose to conceal her identity, and her refinement prevented her from making any presumptuous inquiries.

"This is great! This increases our chances of successfully hunting pterosaurs even further."

"Pterodactyl?" Arwen frowned. "Didn't the sign say 'petrifying lizard'?"

"Oh?" Dwarf Gren tilted his head and said seriously, "Petrifying lizard? You must have misread it. I wrote 'flying lizard'."

Alwin sneered, "A word game."

"Heh, did I misunderstand? A pterosaur isn't some simple petrifying lizard; it's a sub-dragon."

“Yes,” the dwarf Gren spread his hands, “the three of us are more than enough to deal with the petrified lizards, why would we need another one? Don’t you think so, Master Witcher?”

Upon seeing this, Alwin turned and left.

He had no confidence in dealing with pterosaurs.

Especially the sword oil used to deal with dragons, which is extremely precious, and he didn't have any on him.

The dwarf Gren continued, "Witcher, if it were an unharmed pterodactyl, we wouldn't have gone looking for trouble. This beast is injured."

Alwin stopped in his tracks, pondered for a moment, and turned around.

Tell me in detail.

A smile crept across Dwarf Gordon's face. "Ha, the Witcher Master has changed his mind?"

"That damned beast was flying in the sky, howling and screeching, destroying pastures, eating a lot of sheep, killing a lot of people, and causing quite a bit of trouble for the town's residents."

"Just half a month ago, this beast accidentally fell into the guards' ambush. More than ten crossbow bolts were fired at it, but its scales jingled like armor."

"Fortunately, a specially made arrow pierced its belly, and blood splattered in the air like rain, but the beast still managed to escape, after all, it can fly."

"However, after that, the beast became smarter and only attacked passing caravans, eating their wine and cured pork."

"If it's just a few serfs dying, those nobles might not care, but if they mess with their caravans, hehe..."

"That's all?" Alwin asked.

Archer Vaughn stepped forward. "We also found its lair. The wound is causing it immense pain; it howls at night, and you can hear it a mile away."

"Witcher, are you scared?"

At this point, Vaughn winked and made a provocative gesture.

As Alwin pondered this, Mia said softly, "Witcher, I brought a lot of potions and smoke bombs. If we're outmatched, we can retreat."

Mia opened her bulging backpack, and Alwin confirmed it with his eyes.

The backpack contained many glass tubes, a large portion of which were for treatment.

In the corner of the backpack, there was a black sphere hanging.

A look of surprise flashed across Alwin's eyes as he glanced at Mia, who smiled faintly.

Alwin immediately looked up. "How do we proceed?"

Archer Vaughn snorted, while Dwarf Gordon patted his chest. "According to the plan, that damned beast will fly back to its lair soon, and I'll be responsible for luring it out of the cave."

"Knight Draco will use his shield to draw the beast's attention, while Vaughn will shoot poisoned arrows into the beast's wounds."

"As for you, Mr. Witcher, you're a witch-hunting expert. What do you say, you act according to the circumstances?"

The preparations for the main attackers, the distraction tactics, and the use of poison were indeed very thorough.

A pterosaur's heart is definitely much better than that of a petrified lizard.

The opportunity is right in front of us.

Alwin said, "The plan is good."

"Alright, once things are settled, we'll each receive 80 crowns, and the materials from the pterosaur will be split equally among us."

Mia smiled and said, "Of course."

Alwin said, "I need the heart of a pterosaur."

"Yes," said the dwarf, Gren.

Archer Vaughn and Knight Draco nodded in agreement.

"The discussion is over, shall we set off?"

Alwin nodded.

The five then headed towards the north gate and entered the Franktal Valley.

The north slope of the valley is completely covered by pine forests, lush and verdant, with a pleasant landscape.

The dwarf Gren wielded his axe and cleared the way. Despite his small stature, he moved very quickly.

Archer Vaughn and Knight Draco stood guard on both sides.

Arwen led the horse and walked at the back of the group with Mia.

"Gagaga..."

The cawing of ravens came from overhead.

Alwin raised his head, stared intently for a moment with his cat-like eyes, and then glanced out of the corner of his eye at the pine forest below the raven.

The pine forest there was so dense that even a cat's eye could hardly see through the layers of branches.

"Witcher, is that your pet raven?"

Mia's gentle voice and the faint scent of lily of the valley came from beside her.

Alwin nodded in agreement.

"These wings are truly beautiful. They shimmer with iridescent colors under the sunlight, just like the stained glass windows in a temple. I've never seen anything like them before."

Alwin lowered his voice.

"Mia, I must remind you, hunting pterosaurs is an extremely dangerous activity, and I don't recall the Temple of Meritelli needing any pterosaurs."

"If you would allow it, could you tell me why the temple issued this task?"

Mia lowered her beautiful eyes slightly. "Of course, of course I can tell you."

"Actually, the temple was forced into this task; it was assigned to the temple by the lord of Franktal Town."

"Over the years, the relationship between the temple and the nobles has become increasingly strained, not only around Franktal Town, but throughout the entire Ascending Target Area. If this mission is not completed, the relationship between the two sides will become even worse."

"However, helping the people solve their problems is also the purpose of the Temple of Meriteli, so isn't that a good thing?"

Alwin glanced at the other person's gentle face out of the corner of his eye, sighed helplessly, and looked up to signal to the three people in front of him.

Do you know anything about these people?

"Those three are from the Mercenary Guild, all of them are top-ranked mercenaries and demon hunters. Have you noticed something amiss?" Mia frowned, sensing a wary tone in Alwin's voice.

Arwin did not answer, because the dwarf Gren strode over.

The other person lowered their loud voice.

"What are you talking about? We're almost at the pterodactyl's lair, Witcher, come with me."

Arwen secured the mare's reins to a nearby pine tree and followed the dwarf, Geron.

The two crouched behind a bush, with a clearing made of dense pine forest in front of them.

The fiery red setting sun, like a slice of smoked fish, hung on their right side.

"Look, the nest is just below the earthen slope in front of us."

Arwen peered through his cat-eye and a dark cave came into view.

I sniffed and could smell a pungent stench, not much different from the old spearhead's cave.

"It stinks..."

If you listen carefully, you can also hear inhuman growls.

Excitement gleamed in the eyes of the dwarf, Gren.

"That beast has flown back to its cave, Witcher Master, let's begin!"