Demon Hunter and His Hut

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The meeting with the Mist Lord was not as tense as imagined. After a brief silence, the atmosphere in the room became much calmer.

The Mist Lord crossed his hands and looked at Roger with interest. He seemed to want to ask something, but he waved his hand after a while, and two exquisite cards appeared on the table.

"Let's play a game of Gwent!"

Truth be told, there is no better way to communicate in the wizarding world than Gwent cards.

Oddly enough, Roger nodded without hesitation.

"I only use the Empire deck."

The empire that the Mist Lord speaks of is Nilfgaard.

"What about you?" he asked casually.

"Squirrel Party." Roger didn't care, but the atmosphere in the room was a little weird, and he didn't even want to take the initiative to destroy this harmony.

The two are not using a simple style of play, and in fact winning or losing is not important, what is important is that the two foreigners work hard to find common ground between each other.

This may be an instinct.

In the process of playing cards, the Lord of the Mist often lost his mind, and there was no strategy at all in the whole game, basically he was thinking of where to play.

The same is true for Roger. You come and go on the table, but in fact they are all in a state of mind wandering.

"Where are you from?" the Mist Lord asked suddenly.

Roger opened his mouth, he has realized that his situation is completely different from the man in front of him.

The Lord of Mist came to this world with his mission and memory, and even used his own body. No matter how big the world in front of him was, he was just a passer-by.

Nilfgaard is his homeland.

And he...

"Livia." Roger smiled wryly.

"oh……"

Play two cards,

The Mist Lord replied.

"that is a good place."

He muttered something casually, and the room fell into silence again.

The peace in front of him is just an illusion, it's more like the calm before the storm, in which Roger already feels the coming crisis.

Holding the card in his hand, the Mist Lord did not move for a long time, and after a while he suddenly raised his head.

"Was it okay there when you left?"

After saying this, the emotion in his eyes surged, and the desire in it almost overwhelmed Roger.

Roger didn't know how long the Mist Lord stayed in this plane, but it should be an extremely long period of time.

Even with a steel-like will and an extremely firm determination, in the face of time, all of these will eventually decay, and it is hard for him to imagine how this man persisted.

"I..." Roger opened his mouth. Although there are many memories about that world in his mind, to be honest, he doesn't know that it was a real experience, or it was just forcibly instilled by the will of the world.

Where should he start?

Talk about unrest in Kaer Morhen, the invasion of Nilfgaard, or the Skellige Islands?

"do not talk!"

The face of the Mist Lord changed suddenly, he frowned to stop Roger, and then violently played the cards in his hand.

The mood of the two is obviously not on the poker table, but it has to be said that it is precisely because of this deck of Gwent cards that it is possible for them to sit down and talk.

In this man, Roger felt the boundless power.

He didn't even need to do anything, he knew that he was definitely not the opponent of the Mist Lord.

This feeling is very strange, and it came into Roger's mind like a rule when we first met.

Facing other people, Roger may still have the confidence to come back against the wind, but this guy in front of him comes from the same place as him.

Then he must also carry the gift left to him by world consciousness, and this gift should be stronger than that given to Roger.

After all, the world at that time was still relatively complete, and the rules that could be used were more powerful, unlike Roger, who was just a basic prototype, and everything needed to be fought by himself.

"Don't tell me."

"I'll see for myself."

"It's not too late after waiting for so many years." The Mist Lord's gaze became firm again, and at this time he also played the last card in his hand.

Folding his hands, he leaned back, watching Roger with calm eyes.

"It's your turn."

Roger took a deep breath and stroked the cards on the table.

He understood the meaning of the Mist Lord's words, and he was asking about Roger's attitude.

"You won't kill me?"

"After all, I killed Hamza. In addition, I have been attacked by you several times, which makes it difficult for me to judge your position."

"With my heart, even a dog can become the Four Rings."

"Many rumors about me from the outside world are wrong. People are always full of fear of what they don't know. The best way to dispel this fear is to make the unknown known."

"Even if this kind of knowledge still has a mysterious and powerful color, it is much better than complete ignorance."

"A lot of what you're seeing is actually being manipulated by Hamza, and he's closer to the overall description of me that's been rumored."

"I don't like your attire, I don't like your smell, after all, a witcher is just a product in an experiment..."

"I know this kind of statement will make you uncomfortable, but the fact is that, in my eyes, you are no different from the vampires and deer head spirits on the table."

"I don't know why you appear here. After all, your upper limit of strength is too low. Look at you now..."

The Mist Lord watched Roger.

"The third ring... um... seems to be hiding something, but at best it's just the fourth ring."

"This may be considered powerful in your eyes, but in fact, with your current ability, you will never be able to break through again in this plane."

"It's not your fault, but your ability should be like this."

"What is a witcher?" The Mist Lord smiled.

"The monster's nemesis?"

"A cold-blooded executioner, or a freak in common people's talk?"

There is nothing to hide, the disdain of the Mist Lord is engraved in every expression on his face.

"You are just weapons, like swords and daggers, and we are the ones holding the weapons."

"Maybe the situation is really bad. Maybe there are tens of thousands of demon hunters like you. After all, your goals are smaller and it is less likely to attract the attention of the entire plane."

"If you accumulate less, you may have unexpected gains."

"So, although I don't like it, if our goals are the same, I can still bear it..."

Roger understood what the Mist Lord meant. It seemed that only the Primordial Dragon had a better understanding of this person in front of him. The rest of the so-called understanding is just speculation.

But Hamza, who was pushed to the front of the stage by the Mist Lord.

No, he probably didn't mean that, a lot of things were Hamza's own.

It seemed that in an instant Roger resolved the greatest crisis that enveloped him, and he and the Mist Lord came from the same place and had the same goal. It seemed that instead of being an enemy, they might become companions.

However, after noticing the expression of the Mist Lord, Roger was not in a relaxed mood. There were still many questions in his heart that had not been resolved.

"Why don't you get out of here?"

"Is there something you didn't get, or was someone preventing you from leaving?"

asked Roger.

The Mist Lord is much stronger than him. He has operated on this plane for countless years, and the resources he controls are beyond imagination.

And the obsession in his heart is so deep, if the conditions have been met, he should have left here long ago.

"Is it the primordial dragon?" Roger asked tentatively.

"That woman?!" The Mist Lord snorted coldly, "She is also worthy?"

"Hmph, in the last war, if I hadn't been attacked by her, I would have controlled the entire plane long ago, instead of waiting for another round..." Sogou Library

Halfway through the speech, the Mist Lord suddenly closed his mouth.

"Oh... have you seen her?"

"Probably not." Before Roger could answer, he shook his head to himself.

"A lowly bastard who only shows off his body." The Mist Lord seemed to disdain certain practices of the Primordial Dragon.

"What are you worried about? Worried that we will fail?"

"Worried we won't be able to go home?"

"Or..." As he spoke, he leaned forward, and an invisible pressure enveloped Roger.

"You don't want to go back?"

His eyes were full of danger, as if he would launch an attack in the next second.

"Don't be fooled by the life in front of you. You are a passerby here. Your home is in Livia. Do you miss the ale there?"

"There are also enthusiastic girls."

"What's more... After I leave, the source of the plane is missing. Even if this place is not destroyed immediately, I am afraid it will face an irreversible catastrophe."

"so……"

"I have no choice," continued Roger.

He lowered his head slowly, looking at the only two cards left in his hand.

Weird situation, if Roger played the last two cards, he would win the Gwent matchup by a narrow margin.

But if he changes the order of the cards or chooses to give up...

All unintentional actions are intentional, but have you been affected unknowingly?

"You didn't give me a chance to choose at all." Roger sighed.

"As I said, you are just weapons, and I am the one holding the weapon."

"As for the weapon, when to swing it and when to drop it depends on his master."

"Ah."

A short note came from the throat.

"What if I say no?"

"Then I can only say that you are stupid."

"It's a pity that I didn't discover your existence the first time you came to this world. At that time, I was still sleeping..." The Mist Lord said vaguely.

"But it's not too late, I can help you grow, and even help you find your way home."

"The way home?"

Roger lowered his head, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

The door to go home is hidden in the deepest part of the hunter's hut, and he can push it open at any time if he wants. There is no need to search for such a way, and it will appear automatically after Roger's power reaches a certain level.

But according to the Mist Lord...

"As for that woman, this time I will kill her with my own hands. Hmph, she probably doesn't know yet. For this decisive battle, I have prepared a big surprise for her!"

"squeak!"

Pushing away the chair and standing up, Roger walked to the window closest to him.

With a slight force, the closed windows opened, and the north wind swept into the room. Looking down from his position, he could see a majestic city.

The castle at this time should be built on the top of the mountain. The humidity in the air and the cold brought by the whistling wind make everything seem real.

Roger glanced over, and he saw the crowds in the city, but unfortunately, he couldn't hear any sounds.

Because everyone here just stands there like a sculpture, as if the world is frozen at this moment.

"I've simulated whole cities in the past, and then it just kind of bored me, and the more realistic they looked, the more annoying it was."

"So I would rather the whole city remain still, so that I can always remind myself that everything is illusory and this is not my home."

Lowering his head, Roger saw a desolate cemetery not far away.

There are dozens of crows standing on the only big tree in the cemetery, and a few tombstones are randomly placed under the big tree.

The tombstones are all engraved with the same name.

His heart skipped a beat, and Roger turned around to see the expressionless eyes of the Mist Lord.

"The game is not over yet."

He tapped the table lightly, and the Gwent cards placed on it trembled slightly.

Now Roger doesn't even have the right to stay out of it.

Either nod and live.

Or die with everyone.

Soon Roger made a decision. He returned to the table and sat down, then took a deep breath, and calmly played the last two cards in order.

"Hehe, those ordinary people who can only roll in the mud are right about one thing. Demon hunters are indeed like monsters."

"Same brainless!"

As he spoke, Roger wanted to attack.

The long sword on the back trembled slightly, and the five sword marks bloomed in turn.

But all the power is like sinking into the sea.

The sun shrouded on the forehead of the Mist Lord, swallowing all the power released by Roger.

"Fayin... a more advanced application method?"

He smiled disdainfully, "Don't you know where these powers come from?"

"In my opinion, it's a really bad joke."

He opened his hand while speaking, and was squeezed by invisible force. Roger watched the five sword marks on the long sword dim one by one, and was almost squeezed into a ball!

"puff!"

The weapon is nearly indestructible, but only with Roger's own life...

"For the sake of this game of Gwent, I didn't want to kill you, but it's a pity."

The long sword screamed and turned into a mass of scrap iron.

Roger himself was soaked in blood, and then he saw a dilapidated body.

is the soul.

Roger's body and soul had already merged into one, but in the attack just now, his body died completely, turning into a mass of lifeless minced flesh!

"Your soul is still useful. It's a pity. If you are willing to cooperate, things don't have to be like this."

The Mist Lord reached out and grabbed Roger.

Roger's soul opened its eyes, and he knew death was coming without any fear in his heart.

He also thought about humiliating.

But in the face of a strong man like the Mist Lord, lies are meaningless at all. The body can lie, but the soul can't.

In fact, when the Lord of the Mist asked Roger to play a card, he already had an insight into Roger's thoughts at that time.

Hence the later explanation.

And Roger, did not change his determination.

"So be it."

Although full of regret, he still kept smiling.

Death is inevitable, unless a miracle happens.

laugh!

After a soft sound, the arm of the Mist Lord broke off at the elbow, and at the same time a voice sounded.

"Nasero, long time no see."

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