Demon Hunter and His Hut

"Are you all crazy?"

"Stay here waiting to die?!"

Triss looked in disbelief, "Geralt, what are you going to do?"

The sorceress looked at the white wolf.

"I'm a witcher." Geralt answered neatly.

"Crazy, you are really crazy!"

"Do you know how much risk I took to come here, and in order to create opportunities for me, Ye Naifa also took unimaginable pressure."

"But you actually..."

"You participated in the Battle of Thordon Mountain." Vesemir said, "Some things cannot be judged by simple right and wrong."

Triss fell silent.

She is a sorcerer with wealth, beauty and power. In fact, there is no need to work hard for the lives of ordinary people. After all, no matter which king is in power, it is almost inseparable from the reliance on sorcerers.

But back then, many people like Triss stood in front of Nilfgaard's army without hesitation.

"It's different." Triss shook her head.

"At least we still have a chance of winning the battle."

"And you..." She didn't finish her words, but the meaning was self-evident.

This group of people in the house is just waiting to die.

"It's not that bad, we can't lose."

Roger spoke.

But Triss had an elongated face, and she didn't even think about looking at Roger.

In her mind, the cause of all this was because of Roger. If Roger hadn't jumped out on his own initiative, Vesemir might have left as well.

Then Lambert, Escal and Geralt...

She still couldn't understand what this group of people were doing.

"Okay, since you are willing to stay, other people are welcome." Triss looked at Little Eyes, Dandelion and the others.

"Let them come with me."

The inexplicable Triss actually felt a sense of frustration.

"Leaving with you, now?"

Dandelion shook his head, "The snowstorm is coming soon, we will freeze to death outside."

Perhaps this is the real reason why the bard chose to stay, and Triss is also aware of this problem.

After pondering for a moment, she could only grit her teeth.

"I tried to prepare a teleportation magic, but my strength is limited, and I can only bring one person at most at a time..."

Roger didn't stop it in his eyes. After all, Triss's starting point was also very good, but he knew very well that Triss's magic would not succeed.

Because, they have come.

Sure enough, after a while, Triss cursed a few words with a livid face, "My spell has been disturbed, the wizard group may have come, how did they do it?"

"Such a large-scale interference is simply not something that one or two people can do."

Triss quickly realized another problem, if the large force had really arrived, then her departure...

"Go back!" Geralt said.

The sorceress felt warm, but soon she heard Geralt's second order.

"Yennefer is still there."

"You must be careful..."

"If... if I can get out alive... I will go find her."

Geralt's expression was extraordinarily determined and serious.

He had a premonition that he might not be able to survive this difficulty this time.

"what about me?!"

Triss clenched Geralt's palm tightly, and the expressions of both of them changed slightly when the skin rubbed against it.

"Your body doesn't lie, Geralt, you..."

"Stop it, stop it." Geralt couldn't look into his own heart either.

"I understand the relationship between you and Yennefer, believe me, she is equally important in my heart, but now I just want to ask you a question."

"If...if our acquaintance was before you and Yennefer, would you still be like this?"

Geralt's tense face collapsed in an instant. He looked up at the sorceress, and then saw the smile on Triss's face.

"No need to say anything, I understand."

From Geralt's eyes,

Triss has already got the answer she wanted.

At this moment, she felt a kind of heartfelt joy, and suddenly understood why Ye Naifa was so happy even though she was in great pain.

"I will take good care of your Yennefer."

Triss let go of Geralt's hands, put on the hood again, and quickly disappeared into the night.

The cold wind howled outside the castle, and the clouds were extremely low. It seemed that a snowstorm might come at any time.

"Tell me, Roger, what preparations have you made?" Vesemir said with a smile.

"Based on what I know about you, since you have already guessed such a thing, you will definitely not do nothing."

"Prepare?"

Roger shrugged and lifted the flagon in his hand.

"I only have enough wine for us to drink for two winters."

The smile on Vesemir's face froze upon hearing this.

Prepare, what preparation do you need?

Roger was very puzzled.

Ready to choose a way to die for them?

…………

"Weigforts, I hope you will remember your promise."

Philippa rested her hands on the table, on which was a map of the vicinity of Kaer Morhen.

Not long ago during the incident on Shaned Island, the two were still at war, but now they came together again.

Although this is within the territory of Kaedwen, Philippa's prominent position in the sorceress assembly hall can make decisions on behalf of everyone.

"Don't worry, I just want to kill that Roger, if I find that girl, she will be yours!"

In order to seek this cooperation, Wigfortz persuaded Francesca and paid a heavy price for it.

In the eyes of outsiders, Wigfortz at this time was strange and terrifying. His thin cheeks were filled with ruthlessness, and his eyes were full of blazing fire of vengeance.

"Any teleportation magic won't take effect within this range." Philippa casually drew an area on the map, and then looked up at Wigfortz.

"That thing you offered was useful."

"In addition, there are also soldiers guarding the important passes that must be passed. Let alone a few demon hunters, even if their number is increased by ten or twenty times, there is no possibility of survival."

"And I hope you can understand that those troops only play a defensive role, and really attack..."

"Don't worry, I have other arrangements for those who attack the castle." Wigfortz's face was grim.

After months of trying, he was almost completely disappointed.

Although Wigforts is not obsessed with beauty, there are some things that can be used without, but they cannot be without.

Thinking that he would have to learn to adapt to changing the way he urinates in his long life in the future, Wigforts couldn't help but tremble all over.

"When are you going to attack?"

Philippa asked afterwards.

"When?" Wigfortz suddenly sneered.

"The attack has already started, don't you notice the energy fluctuations released by the magic?"

At this moment, the curtain of the accompanying tent was slammed open, and a female sorceress rushed in with fluttering snowflakes.

"Philippa...they...they..."

"I saw!"

Philippa's face was gloomy, and through the gap in the curtain, she saw the magical light illuminate the sky.

The berserk force dragged the tail light of destruction, falling towards Kaer Morhen in the valley.

"Destroy it!" Wigforts clenched his fists, there was no pleasure of revenge in his eyes, but nervousness carefully hidden.

And at this time, Triss slid down the hillside, just away from Kaer Morhen, the magical light in the sky illuminated her face.

"No!"

The female sorceress' face changed wildly, and her body fell to the ground in shock. She ignored the coldness and pain, and rushed in the direction of Kaer Morhen like crazy.

Under such an attack, the witcher would become history along with the castle.

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