Demon Hunter and His Hut

"It's you, that witcher, you and Geralt have been protecting this girl together."

"Not long ago, I offered an olive branch to Geralt, but apparently he rejected my offer, what about you?"

"Well...Roger, is that your name? How would you choose?"

"I should be the one to ask you this sentence."

Roger opened his mouth and motioned for Ciri to step back.

Shirley glanced at Roger nervously. She didn't know this man, but she had heard Yennefer mention his name by chance. He was a talented and powerful wizard.

At least much stronger than Yennefer.

"Heh, if it was last night, I might be willing to waste some time, but it won't be long before many people find this place, so..."

Saying that, Wigfortz opened his right hand.

But after a few seconds, there was silence in the courtyard, as if nothing had happened.

Ciri was puzzled, but Wigfortz was more surprised than she was.

Because his spell has failed.

His face changed slightly, and he tried several methods again, and even made a handprint and chanted a spell.

But it was the same as before, there was no difference.

"You knew I was coming here?"

"No, are you guarding against other warlocks?"

"It's an improvement of the Forbidden Ring. Is this your trump card?"

"His spell has failed!" Ciri also understood something, and couldn't help shouting excitedly.

Most wizards are physically weak, and some of them can show strong melee attack power, but most of them are the effects of spells or strange potions.

Without magic, they are not much better than ordinary people.

And what about Roger?

In Shirley's mind, he was already the most powerful swordsman in the world, so the result was self-evident.

Wigfortz frowned and looked around, as if he was looking for something. Any spell that wanted to take effect would leave traces. But at this moment, with his experience, he couldn't find any problems.

But after three or two breaths, Wigfortz's frown relaxed.

"Do you think you have the chance to win?"

He turned around and grasped the hilt, and pulled out the long sword stuck in Cassirer's throat.

Generally speaking, Wigfortz is more accustomed to using the wand in his hand, which is not an ordinary wooden wand, its hardness is even stronger than steel.

"Geralt should thank me well," Roger muttered in a low voice.

In the original historical process, Geralt single-handedly stood in the way of Wigfortz in order to buy Ciri time to escape.

But the one who failed was the famous White Wolf.

Wigfortz broke one of Geralt's leg bones with his own wand without using any spells, and even nearly made the witcher lie in bed forever for the rest of his life.

The power of Wigfortz is not only reflected in his spell attainments, he is a truly talented genius who can even be said to be loved by heaven.

He didn't spend his long life squandering and enjoying, but used it to study and improve himself. Even if he didn't use spells, his strength was still frightening.

So even though he knew that Roger was also a witcher, Wigfortz didn't panic.

"I've heard some stories about you, your love with the mermaid, your love with the poetess..."

"While love is a beautiful thing, you witchers never seem to live without women and, of course, legendary dragons."

"Maybe it's true, maybe you can control a dragon, but I'm going to tell you, witcher, all your achievements are tricks in my eyes."

"The great sorcerer created the witcher, so we can destroy you."

"It's that simple."

Speaking of a simple forward move of Wigfortz, the steel sword in his hand was raised upwards. This movement seemed random, but Roger could keenly perceive more than a dozen changes in it.

Demon hunters' sword skills are known for their practicality. In fact, most of their enemies are monsters.

Only once in a while you face mobs or idiots who don't want to pay.

When demon hunters fight against the same kind, they often rely on their strong physical fitness to crush them head-on.

But Wigfortz was different.

The swordsmanship he learned was to kill people.

Perhaps the only person in his heart that could pose a threat to his safety was the demon hunter within five meters of him.

No wonder Geralt failed when he first met him.

After all, their goals were different from the beginning.

"Look carefully."

Facing Wigfortz's attack, Roger turned around and reminded Ciri who was standing not far away.

At this moment, Ciri opened her mouth wide in horror.

She dared not bring herself to cry out, fearing that the disturbance might kill Roger.

Wigfortz was extremely fast, and while Roger was speaking, his weapon was only half a palm away from Roger's throat.

But his attack still failed.

"Look carefully, there will be no more battles like this."

At the critical moment, Roger's footsteps moved sideways, and he dodged slightly to avoid Wigfortez's attack. At some point, his weapon also fell into his hand.

"It's a battle between number one and number two."

In the past few years, Wigforts is the most accomplished swordsman Roger has ever seen.

No, not swordplay.

Wigfortz should have integrated a whole set of methods of killing people.

One of the two rushed to attack, and the other retreated. Wigfortz's sword was fierce. On the other hand, Roger was unhurried. Ciri was very nervous at first, but after a while he discovered an extremely shocking fact.

Although Roger has been retreating, every step of his retreat seems to have been carefully calculated, which made the two turn around and return to the origin of the confrontation not long after.

Obviously Wigfortz was also aware of this problem, but he was even more surprised, because at this time, he couldn't even simply retreat out of the battle.

Roger's swordsmanship completely controlled the situation, forming a strange field, in which there was no space to control, just the simplest dismantling of moves and timing judgment.

"What a scary guy!"

Wigforts knew that he was wrong. If nothing else happened, after three strokes, his left arm would be hit by the sword, and then his right leg.

And finally his throat.

He understood that even in this courtyard, he possessed the power of spells, but the result would not be much better.

Because this man will not give him a chance to cast spells.

In such a narrow space, no one can escape his sword.

Wanting to understand this, Wigforts suddenly had an inexplicable fear in his heart. Thirty years ago, when his sword and magic skills reached a very high level, he once thought that there would be no Living things can threaten their own real safety.

Until he met Roger here.

"To kill him, we must do everything possible to kill him!"

"Such a person cannot live."

Just when Wigfortz felt a little desperate, there was a commotion at the entrance of the courtyard, and then a group of Scoia'tael members in tight green combat uniforms rushed in.

A few people in front held daggers and bucklers, followed by a few elf archers.

"Grab that girl!" Wigfortz yelled desperately.

He knew that this might be his only chance to escape.

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