Demon Hunter and His Hut

Failed again. "

At the top of the cliff, the atmosphere in the palace almost solidified, and after a long while, Tristramie broke the silence.

"I've said long ago that we shouldn't panic, we need more preparations."

There was anger hidden in Guzman's voice. He paced back and forth, and the footsteps became heavier. Obviously, this time it was no longer his phantom, but the real body.

"If you didn't rashly wake up others with the bell, how could we become so passive!"

He said with some resentment.

"You're blaming me for revealing this information." Tristram sneered, "It doesn't matter what the guys below think, they also long for a longer life, which is a normal desire."

"But no matter what we do, we can't escape our grasp."

"Don't think I don't know what you did."

"But you have to admit, this is our chance," Guzman retorted.

"It should be your chance." Tristram snorted coldly.

"Don't have this meaningless quarrel. Now because of your impulsiveness, the whole thing is known to everyone, and even Lord Heinris is paying attention."

"He can't get away now because of more important things, but I don't think it won't be long before he gets here and finds that guy's body and ends it all."

"Not to mention those hungry wolves from other soul realms, how could they miss this opportunity?"

"If we can't control that Roger's soul in the shortest time, when everyone arrives, how many chances do we have to enjoy the fruits of victory alone?"

Guzman clenched his fists, and the expression on his face was tangled, as if he was making some kind of trade-off.

"Hasn't this failure made you a little more awake?" Tristramie folded her thin fingers, as if preparing for something.

"That Roger is powerful beyond imagination. There are only two ways to defeat him in a short period of time."

"The first is to set a trap to drag his soul into the soul realm, and the second is to drown him with a sea of ​​people tactics regardless of the casualty ratio.

"

"Although we can't leave the soul realm, we can still make some powers come through some means. If these powers are strong enough, he can be suppressed even in the real world."

Guzman's eyes lit up when he heard Tristram's words, "Are you trying to borrow the power of those greedy people?"

"Isn't it possible?" Tristram asked rhetorically.

"Since there is no way to go to that place in a short time, then if you have mastered his soul, you will have a chance to get his body."

"We have conducted many experiments on this issue, and we still have a certain degree of certainty."

Soon, the open palace fell into silence again, and the two of them were thinking about something until a wandering figure appeared.

"Umit!"

Guzman said in a deep voice.

"Now is not the time for you to be self-willed, you should be more eager to regain your body than all of us, the opportunity is right in front of you, if you can't seize it..."

"OK OK."

Yumet wiped the wine stain from the corner of his mouth, and waved impatiently at Guzman while thanking Tristram.

"Thanks to your wine, it made my long life less difficult."

"You are pampering him!" Guzman snorted coldly.

"We agreed to act together, but at the critical moment, he could not be found."

After listening to Guzman's question, Tristram smiled, "But at least this way, it can prevent him from causing trouble for us."

Guzman seemed to think of something and stopped talking, just folded his shoulders and frowned in thought.

Soon Yumit's unbridled laughter came from the empty hall. He drank and danced on his own, moving from one side to the other, muttering, not knowing what he was saying.

"What you said makes sense, but no matter what kind of plan you need to know the specific whereabouts of that Roger, can you guarantee this?"

After a while, Guzman said suddenly.

"Have you forgotten my title?"

Tristramie smiled but didn't answer in the affirmative, but Guzman apparently ignored it and nodded.

"The ritual of soul transfer can only be performed once. Next time he will become extremely alert. We must act as soon as possible. You determine his position and gather the power in your hands."

"You can influence his fate, guide that Roger to the designated place, and then we can start the ritual and directly pull his soul into the soul realm."

Guzman suggested.

Tristrami's eyes drooped slightly, and she changed to other superhumans. Even if it was the same level, Tristrami had a way to influence part of the opponent's trajectory through the power of fate.

But that Roger...

The weakening of power is only one aspect, and more importantly, the energy of the same source makes her influence plummet.

And this is absolutely not known by Guzman et al.

"I'll find a way."

"But I don't think the chance of success like this is high. From the current point of view, only using one or two pieces of soul weapon is not a match for that guy at all."

"Even if we are prepared and successful in introducing it into the trap, there is no guarantee that the ritual will succeed."

Speaking of this, a trace of flesh pain flashed on Guzman's face, the attack ended in failure, and his spear disappeared.

For him, the loss is not just a weapon, but a part of the upper limit of power.

"Don't worry, even if the weapon falls in his hands, it won't do anything. When we control him, you will regain the lost power."

Tristram comforted a few words casually, and the two continued to discuss the details of the next plan, while Yumit, who was wandering in the palace on the other side, still looked like a wanderer.

However, no one seems to know that Yumet not only participated in the previous attack, but even had direct contact with Roger.

Obviously, what appeared there at the time was not Yumit's body, but even so, being able to do so to such an extent was enough to amaze other immortals.

The three immortals face a common enemy, but each seems to have a different purpose.

But what they don't know is that although the body and soul are separated, Roger is now much stronger than they thought.

Their only chance is to gather other immortals, use more than double-digit soul weapons, and prolong the battle time through crazy crowd tactics.

This was what Tristram wanted, but not Guzman's, and as for Yumet, no one knew what he was thinking.

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The wheels of the carriage made two marks that were neither deep nor shallow on the mountain road.

After sending Tiffany and Ild away, Kenneth finally didn't have to bear the embarrassment that existed all the time.

separately. He ignored. Tiffany's resentful eyes, although the previous experience made the two understand each other's mind and established a certain relationship, but now is not the time for children to grow in love.

Roger originally had the mentality of giving it a try and wanted to get in touch with extraordinary people from other worlds, but he never thought that he actually got some unexpected news from Kenneth.

According to him, there are not a few worlds like this. In addition to the Supreme Dragon Court, which represents the power of blood, there is another extraordinary force that is based on the power of the soul and is not weaker than the Supreme Dragon Court.

Although the overall influence is not comparable to that of the Supreme Dragon Court, through the connection between different soul realms, these superhumans with powerful soul power can cross the world barrier at a small cost and travel in the soul realm.

Their power comes from the soul and can gather powerful power in a short period of time, so even in the face of the Supreme Dragon Court, they can not fall below.

There are also some special areas that will suppress the power of the bloodline.

"It's strange that there is no way to trace the creation of this huge force back to the past. It seems to have appeared out of thin air and accumulated a huge amount of power in a short period of time."

"Almost no one has seen the true face of the founder of this huge organization. People are just used to calling him the Lord of the Mist."

"Although it is called the Lord of the Mist, the symbol of this huge power is the corresponding sun. Perhaps their original intention was to keep the Mist away and embrace the light."

In the carriage, while telling Roger some basic information he knew, Kenneth casually drew a mark belonging to the Lord of the Mist.

Kenneth was originally just out of boredom, and Roger didn't pay much attention to the so-called imprint, but after a casual glance, his expression instantly froze.

It is a simple sun symbol. After a certain degree of abstraction, the whole is not complicated, and it does not contain any mysterious power.

But this symbol turned out to be exactly the same as an incomparably powerful empire in Roger's memory.

Nilfgaard.

He would not be mistaken, the incomparably powerful empire that swept across the wizarding world.

"Is it a coincidence?"

Resisting the surprise in his heart, Roger slowly lowered his head.

If that's not a coincidence.

Then this so-called Lord of the Mist...

Could he have come from that place too?

Who is he? What is his purpose?

At this moment, Roger was in a confused mood, and Kenneth said a long paragraph, but he didn't hear a word.

On the other carriage, Chloe, who set off again, looked worried. She frequently opened the window and stared at the carriage leading the way.

"When did Roger meet such a distinguished person?"

"Looking at the clothes and temperament, the man who claimed to be Kenneth must have originated from an ancient family. He was definitely not pretentious. Without a certain family history, there is no way to cultivate such an outstanding aristocratic temperament."

"There are only a handful of such nobles in the entire continent."

"Isn't that something to be happy about?"

Emily spoke suddenly.

Because of the change in her identity, she has lost much of the previous reverence for Chloe. Although the class of each other still exists, at least they can communicate normally.

"You don't understand." Chloe shook his head.

"The nobles pay attention to the inheritance of blood, but also the reputation of a family. Our family is declining, and we don't have much presence in the provinces in the kingdom. Looking at the whole world, it is even more insignificant."

"And that Kenneth, his family must be extremely powerful. Even if the heirs of such a powerful family have no right of inheritance, their status and status cannot be compared with us."

"But looking at his previous attitude, he doesn't seem like an ordinary friend to Roger. I always feel that there is something inexplicable..."

After thinking about it for a while, Chloe spit out a word, "please."

"Think about it, a big nobleman who inherits an ancient family, facing a declining little nobleman with low strength, he is not arrogant but humble in every way."

"What do you say his purpose is?"

"What does he want from Roger?"

As she spoke, Chloe couldn't help showing a trace of panic on her face.

"Could it be his real purpose..."

Emily also understood Chloe's eyes, and couldn't help shivering. She had heard similar rumors among many noble maids.

But hearing it doesn't mean it's acceptable.

Not to mention the reborn Master Roger... He is so handsome, powerful and full of charm.

But if... if he would... think of some terrible pictures, Emily shook her head in horror, and Chloe's face became very ugly.

"No, I have to find an opportunity to tell Roger that even for the rise of the family, he must not sacrifice his body and dignity!"

Roger, who didn't know that he had been labeled by his cheap sister, calmed down his surprise at this time.

After thinking about it, the only flaw in this issue was the Gwent card.

The special marks belonging to different card groups, including the sun seal belonging to Nilfgaard, and the castle he called home.

Kaer Morhen.

If the Mist Lord really came from the world of wizards, he has most likely heard of this name.

A powerful organization that can fight against the Supreme Dragon Court, how powerful is their leader?

Tier 6, Tier 7?

So is this guy an enemy or a friend?

Is he the only one, or one of them?

So many doubts flooded his mind that even though Roger managed to regain his composure, he lost interest in the conversation that followed.

Because of the strength Roger showed before, Kenneth didn't dare to ask too in-depth questions, and the car quickly returned to calm.

Just when Roger thought they would go all the way north to the Hoarfrost Forest, the carriage turned a corner in front of the forest, passed through a long and narrow valley, then changed direction and entered the vast sea of ​​trees.

Although it did not reach the north, the temperature in the vicinity actually plummeted, but when it entered the depths of the jungle, the temperature actually increased significantly.

The trees along the road are so lush that it is even doubtful that autumn is over.

Later, the mountain road was completely unsuitable for the carriage to pass through, but Kenneth just opened his mouth and let out a few short roars, and many ferocious beasts appeared in the woods.

Chloe obviously wanted to talk to Roger several times along the way, but she couldn't do so due to various reasons. She observed carefully and noticed that her brother's brows were slightly frowned, and her heart couldn't help but raise.

Soon a voice interrupted Roger's thinking.

"We have arrived."

"This is the last hiding place."

In the afterglow of the setting sun, half of the mountain peaks gradually changed their shape in the sunlight.

This is a castle that blends with the mountain.

No, that might not be a castle.

But a dragon corpse.

Roger frowned, "You didn't tell me that your uncle is dead."

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