Demon Hunter and His Hut

"The Witcher and His Cabin ()"

"Am I dazzled? The one in front of me is a golden dragon."

"A dragon that only exists in legends!"

"Shut up, young man." Boholt said indifferently.

"It doesn't matter what color it is, the physiological structure of these things is the same, you guys copy guys, we can celebrate on this golden dragon's corpse in a few minutes!"

"Its hide may be worth more than all the dragons we've hunted in the past combined!"

"This guy may have some weird magic." He turned to look at Yennefer while talking.

"It seems that we need to join forces temporarily, what do you think, dear Ms. Yennefer?"

At this time, Roger also learned what happened from Bolch. With his help to delay the time, Bolch has already dealt with the mother dragon and her cubs after giving birth.

"That means this farce is over?"

Roger's palm was attached to the scales on the golden dragon's neck.

"Then let's go and take a look at the place you mentioned."

Golden dragon is the most special species in the world.

They are not a certain type of green dragon, red dragon, or black dragon, but are produced by mutations in the entire group.

And this characteristic will not be passed down.

They can transform into the form of any creature, are proficient in various languages, and no matter how you look at them, they are more like children of the world.

In fact, they are indeed a certain choice of the will of the world.

Only one golden dragon can exist.

The former Ophelia left here with her destiny, and then a new golden dragon will be born in the whole group.

The golden dragon is equivalent to the king of the dragon clan, and they are obliged to help their own kind when they are persecuted.

Just like what Borch did before.

The deeds of each golden dragon will be recorded in the dome of the dragon clan.

In fact, the events between Nilfgaard and the Northern Federation only happened in one corner of the world, across the straits and mountains, and there is a wider world.

"Before we leave, we still need to deal with a little trouble."

Looking at the dwarves who were eager to fight, Roger narrowed his eyes slightly. The next moment, accompanied by the ear-splitting dragon roar, feeling Roger's heart, the golden dragon jumped down from the hill and rushed into the crowd roaring.

"Boom!"

The ground shook, but the dwarves fled in all directions when the golden dragon fell. It must be said that they did have a lot of combat experience and knew how to dodge when fighting a large creature like a dragon.

"Trap it, don't let it get away!"

Boholt shouted, and the surrounding dwarves threw rope nets one after another. At this moment, Roger also jumped off the dragon with his sword.

"Grab him! Grab him and we may control the dragon!" Yarpanzigrin yelled.

He suddenly realized that owning a living dragon was far more valuable than killing it and selling it for money.

The others were busy trapping the golden dragon, while Yarpanzigrin rushed towards Roger with Buchter and others, but this time they didn't notice the murderous intent flashing in Roger's eyes.

"Do it, Yennefer!" he yelled as he launched the attack.

But as soon as the words fell, Yarpanzigrin felt a blur in front of his eyes, and then a sharp pain hit his wrist. Roger's movements were not fast, and he could even catch every detail easily.

But for some reason, he paid a heavy price for this seemingly innocuous attack.

Warm blood splashed on his face, and he heard the cries of his companions before they died, as well as Boholt.

This dwarf, as rough and powerful as a thousand-year-old oak tree, was not killed immediately, but was slapped on the face by the spine of the sword.

He heard a dense crackling sound coming from his mouth.

Not only the teeth, but the entire mandible was shattered into powder.

"what happened?"

Yarpanzigrin wiped off the blood in front of his eyes. At this time, except for a few lucky ones who were blown away by the dragon tail, there were still alive people in the arena.

It was just him and Boholt.

"Woooo..."

Boholt's mouth was open and he couldn't close it, his face was full of hopeless fear.

At this time, Ye Naifer had finished chanting the spell, but the next moment, a figure knocked her down, and then her hands were cut back, and she was roughly pressed to the ground.

"Don't do it, you will die!"

It was Geralt, who finally got rid of Yennefer's control and rushed up.

Ye Naifa just struggled for a while and then relaxed. Although she is not proficient in swordsmanship, it does not mean that she cannot distinguish Roger's strength.

At least in a horizontal comparison, that Roger is much stronger than Geralt who is pressing on him.

Seeing that Yennefer was no longer struggling, Geralt stood up.

"Roger..." He looked at this harmless companion in Winter Castle.

Boom!

Roger raised his foot and kicked forward, and Boholt's huge sword that fell on the ground flew into the air.

Pooh!

The armor was torn, the flesh was pierced through, and then the momentum remained undiminished. It took Boholt's body and flew more than ten meters away, and was deeply impaled on the gray stone cliff in the distance!

The power was so powerful that it even punched a deep hole in the stone wall.

Seeing this scene, everyone gasped.

If Roger's swordsmanship skills just now made people feel fierce and exquisite, then the strength he displayed now made everyone completely desperate.

The golden light dissipated, Borch returned to his human form, and Dandelion's eyelids jumped wildly not far away, "Is this guy a giant dragon in human skin?!"

"Borch...you...Roger...?" Geralt looked puzzled.

"It's a long story." Borch smiled.

"Let's go, get out of here." Roger waved to Yarpanzigrin and said.

"You won't kill me?!" Yarpanzigrin turned pale.

"Isn't it good to be alive?" Roger smiled.

"Let's go, I will never go back on my word."

To stop the bleeding from his broken arm, Yarpanzigrin didn't even pick up the weapon on the ground, he was afraid that his actions would cause Roger's misunderstanding.

"Can you tell me why?"

Yarpanzigrin summoned up his courage and asked, he is the leader of this group of dwarves, why is it that Boholt is dead, but he is still alive.

"Because I need you to live and help me spread the fear I feel here today."

Roger grinned.

Yarpanzigrin's body shook wildly, and his face looked as if he was dead. He knew that he would never be able to get rid of the shadow of the man in front of him in his life.

"Devil, you are a devil!"

With a roar, he stumbled and ran away.

Not only Yarpanzigrin, Yennefer's face was not very good at this time.

In the blink of an eye, Borch regained that elegant dragon form again, Roger jumped on it, and the golden dragon waved its wings.

He took one last look at Geralt before leaving.

"Geralt, Via wants me to tell you: she will never forget the tub in the tavern, and she hopes to see you again."

"What do you mean?" Ye Naifa on the side suddenly became alert.

"Nothing," Geralt replied hastily.

"I helped Borch's guards plug a hole in the tub." Geralt explained indiscriminately.

Yennefer blinked nervously.

"Are you sure it's just a hole in the tub?!"

Geralt: ......