Demon Hunter and His Hut

Wigfortz sat down.

His eyes lost focus for a moment, and he glanced at the furnishings in the room in a daze.

He had expected a similar situation long ago, but in his speculation, this was the worst possibility. At this moment, when this kind of situation really happened, even if he had been prepared, Wigfortz could hardly hide his gaffe.

"Our magic..."

"It's unreasonable!" Philippa's voice was piercing.

"The magic ring can prevent us from releasing magic, but for the released power...element...spirit...the origin of energy...the source of magic..."

Philippa was a little incoherent.

"Now do you understand why I wanted to kill that Roger no matter the cost?"

Vigoforts' voice came.

"Hehe, the great warlock created the demon hunter, but looking at the current situation, I even suspect that this Roger has been sealed away for a long time, and he only escaped from the trap not long ago."

"If he doesn't die, we will have no future."

Wigfortz clenched his fists and stood up from his seat.

"Let's proceed to the second step of the plan. Mobilize the troops. I will let Leo Bonnet launch the attack before dawn, and the Kaedweni soldiers you brought will also join in."

"There is no such link in the plan. As you said, these soldiers are only used to defend and guard the checkpoint. The general who leads the soldiers only obeys the king's orders. I have no way to give him orders!"

"You have a way."

Wigfortz sneered.

"It seems that that power can only envelop Kaer Morhen, so your magic can still take effect here."

"Let your sorceress do it."

An imperceptible sarcasm flashed in Wigfortz's eyes, "They are eloquent, and they always have a way to convince those men."

"What do you mean?!" Philippa was furious.

The sorceress is indeed a slut, and her behavior is not so discreet, but according to Wigfortz, she seems to be no different from a slut.

"This is treason!"

growled Philippa!

"It's the first time I've heard that sorceresses have their own country." Wigfortz sneered and walked out without looking back.

"I will launch an attack at dawn, and I hope those soldiers will be there by then. After all, the more people there are, the less likely we will make mistakes."

"It's not just about our future, it's life and death right now."

"That Roger is in the castle now. If he survives, none of us can escape the assassination of that guy."

Wigfortz lifted the curtain and disappeared into the darkness.

Not long after, Philippa, who was thinking alone, was interrupted again, and a low voice came from outside the door.

"Something happened."

"Don't bother me..."

"It's Triss. Someone found Triss at the foot of the mountain. She should have come from the direction of Kaer Morhen."

"Kaer Morhen?"

Philippa's eyes lit up.

"Bring her in...and call another person for me."

As soon as Ye Naifa entered the room, she saw Triss with messy hair and stains all over her body. It was especially worth noting that Triss was carrying the magic ring in her hand.

"Just now, did you think that your lover was destroyed along with that castle?"

Ye Naifa's face turned pale, apparently not recovering from the shock just now, she glanced at Triss, whose face was calm.

"What do you want?" Yennefer responded tit for tat, and did not deny what Philippa said.

"I just like you for that."

Philippa smiled.

"I think you already know what happened, and now I am willing to give you a chance."

Philippa looked at Yennefer.

"Weigforts will launch an attack at dawn. The main force of the attack will be real soldiers disguised as mercenaries. In addition, we will also take out some of the Kaedweni soldiers sent over."

"An army of this size is enough to flatten a city. In addition, I have sent someone to spread the news just now, and follow-up reinforcements are already on the way."

"The king of Kaedwen doesn't mind having an extra fourteen or fifteen-year-old wife, even though it's a long way from Xinruila, but if he trades that girl, he can definitely get rich political chips. "

"That's why the Kaedweni army will block the entire mountain range one after another. At that time, one person and one foot will be enough to level the entire Kaer Morhen."

"So the people in there are dead."

Although the expression on Ye Naifa's face was tense when he heard this, the worry in his eyes could not be concealed.

Warlocks seem to possess great power, but this power cannot override kingship and nobility.

"But now, I have a way to keep Geralt alive."

Philippa's voice was full of temptation.

"What way?" Yennefer asked anxiously.

"you!"

Philippa pointed to the sorceress.

"Me?!" Yennefer sneered, "There is everything he cherishes there, and he won't leave."

"Even if it's for you?"

Ye Naifa's face darkened, and he shook his head.

She knew Geralt, that man would die for her, but there were some things he would never do.

And this is one of the reasons why their frequent disputes broke out.

"how about you?"

"Do you want him to live?"

Philippa went on.

"What do you mean?"

"Make a deal."

"I can let you in and bring Geralt out, but I have one condition. Besides Geralt, I want something else."

"what?"

"Kaer Morhen's means of disabling magic."

"That's impossible, Geralt won't give it to me, maybe he doesn't necessarily know."

"That's your problem."

"My friend, you can't let him live and continue to love you, just like the thing you lost when you became a warlock."

"Don't be too greedy, there are always some things you can't take care of."

"They are not wary of you. Whether it's stealing, deceiving or intimidating, you can use all means, as long as you can get what I want."

"At that time, I will send someone to pick you up before dawn, give me what I want, and you can take Geralt away."

"He will hate me forever!"

Ye Naifa's face was pale, as if he had already thought of the terrible result.

"But he can live."

The last sentence pierced Yennefer's heart like a sharp knife, making her tremble.

"Don't promise her, Yennefer, even if you succeed, everyone will die, only Geralt himself..."

Triss on the side suddenly shouted.

"Whatever, you can think carefully, but you don't have much time left." Philippa didn't seem to be in a hurry.

The look in her eyes was determined, and ordinary people would never agree to such a condition, but she knew Ye Naifa.

"Okay, I promise you!"

This sentence seemed to have exhausted all Ye Naifa's strength.

"But I have one condition."

"tell me the story?"

"Whether you succeed or not, you have to let Triss go."

Yennefer made a choice.

The first is to survive... Even if you are completely disappointed with me by then, Geralt, at least you still have Triss.

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