Demon Hunter and His Hut

At this moment, Ciri, who was standing on the castle, looked excited.

"See? This is Roger's true strength!"

"Wasn't that magic just now?!"

Triss' eyes widened, and even Yennefer looked confused.

"I told you, this is Roger's true strength!" Ciri jumped up excitedly, like a little girl showing her favorite toy in front of her companions.

"It is impossible for his body to explode with such power, unless he is a dragon..."

Yennefer murmured to herself.

"Of course he's not a dragon, but he's the number one witcher. I've only seen something like this once, but at that time Roger lied to me that it was just a hallucination."

"I remembered!" Xiaoyan also echoed from the side.

"The last time we were in the sea, Dandelengerot, we were with Roger, when we were attacked, and he summoned the sea monster to destroy the big ship."

"At that time, Roger half-jokingly said that if he didn't want to behave more normally, he could use a simple method to solve the immediate crisis."

"What way?" Triss asked curiously.

"Slashed it with a sword."

Dandelion interjected from the side.

"You mean a ship?"

Small eyes nodded.

"A big ship that can carry at least fifty soldiers on it."

If it was the past, Triss would definitely laugh at Little Eyes for drinking too much fake wine regardless of her image.

But now...

Now that the reality is magical enough, it seems justifiable to be a little more outrageous.

"Pay attention!" Ye Naifa reminded everyone at this time.

Because the situation in the field has changed.

"What did you say?"

Lambert was the closest to Roger to hear the muttering in his mouth.

At this moment, the young witcher felt as if his three views had been completely broken. He even worried that Roger would suddenly grow scales and open his mouth to spit out a ball of fire.

"This is not good. If the strength is too exaggerated, it will be deified." Roger said to himself while casually solving several other soldiers who rushed up.

Of course, the method used is exactly the same as before.

The shield was smashed together with the armor.

Seeing this situation, Vigoforts in the distance was already trembling all over, and there was even a hint of doubt in his heart.

Was it really just luck that he was able to survive?

Or that the other party allowed him to live.

Wigfortz didn't dare to think about it any longer, so he could only keep giving orders.

So the elf archers who had been preparing for a long time ushered in the first round of salvo.

The soldiers retreated neatly, leaving the area covered by bows and arrows.

But Roger and the others were not so lucky. They had to move forward and abandon the stone bridge, but in this way they would face dozens of times more enemies in all directions.

Or just step back and give up the only channel.

At this critical moment, a golden light flashed across the air, appearing above the stone bridge almost in the blink of an eye.

Then the golden light expanded rapidly.

Then the slender golden dragon appeared in midair.

With the power of the dive, the golden dragon folded its wings, and its body spun rapidly, and the flying bows and arrows hit its scales with crackling sounds.

boom!

The earth shook, and Borch's dragon tail swept across, sweeping away the approaching soldiers, and then raised his head to the sky and let out a dragon roar.

"dragon!"

"Golden dragon!"

The soldiers shouted loudly.

Wigfortz saw all this, but the expression on his face was extremely calm, because he had expected it and made preparations for it.

On the battlefield, Roger looked up at the golden dragon in front of him.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to help!"

"unnecessary."

Roger looked down at the stone bridge under his feet.

The snow on the bridge had almost melted, and the moat below was filled with dead soldiers.

"If you want, I can call other companions to help."

Bolch said.

"No need, your goals are too big and you can easily get injured in battle."

"this is what we are supposed to do."

Bolch lowered his head.

"Go back, I appreciate your kindness, enough blood has been shed here, it's time to end it all and let those guys pay the price."

As they spoke, the elf archers fired a second volley.

"Possess invincible strength, a long life and a golden dragon as a mount, such a person no matter which king will draw him to his side."

"Then that country can easily grow up...and even unify the north and the south..."

The same thought flashed through many minds.

"Is there really a way for such a person to be killed?" Philippa murmured to herself.

"You can try the usual methods used by sorceresses..." Wigfortz snorted coldly.

"The Witcher and the Sorceress."

"Order the final attack. He must be exhausted. Don't give him a chance to rest. A legion of soldiers will come here later..."

"Be sober, Wigforts, the situation is different. For such a person who cannot be killed, do you think the kings of all countries will continue to accompany you to go crazy?"

Philippa sneered.

"so what?"

"Watch him grow up, and then destroy our era?" Wigfortz asked rhetorically.

"We might try to win him over."

"Stop, let me negotiate!"

Wigforts shook his head, he was extremely terrified, because he still couldn't figure out why he was able to escape from Roger's hands in the first place.

"No, he must die!"

Seeing this scene, Philipa shook her head helplessly.

The Wigfortz in front of her was no longer the genius she knew.

"Whatever, it can't go on."

"Enough people have died today!"

Philippa left the observation point, mobilized the power in her body, and then transmitted her voice.

"Roger, the number one demon hunter, your strength is amazing, as well as the companions around you."

"I'm Philippa Erhardt, from the sorceress assembly, your friends Yennefer and Triss are our companions."

"I think it is necessary for us to sit down and resolve today's misunderstanding."

"All of this is Nilfgaard's conspiracy. We should not let this conspiracy continue. Perhaps for the first time in history, warlocks and demon hunters can unite."

The soldiers below seemed to have received an order, and as Philippa's voice sounded, they gradually retreated.

"This bitch with nothing but power in her heart!"

Yennefer couldn't help cursing.

The attacking formation shrunk, and Philipa wore a black cloak and rode forward on a maroon horse.

At the same time, she was still trying her best to clarify the relationship between this war and herself, and intentionally or unintentionally mentioned the deployment of troops around and the subsequent siege equipment.

"So peace is good for both of us."

"And I think you have let the whole world see the potential of demon hunters, then you will definitely be able to get rid of the fate of the past and become guests that all countries are vying to win over."

Philippa racked her brains for provocative words.

Seeing this woman with a sweet belly and a sword, everyone in the castle looked disgusted, but there was only one person, who was curious and weird.

Dandelion.

He recognized Philippa's face.

The woman who was raped by Roger wantonly and then erased her memory.

"How is it?" Philippa puffed out her chest, exuding her invisible charm.

Looking at the whiteness that was more dazzling than the snow, Roger squinted his eyes, and then snapped his fingers lightly.

Subtle voices echoed in the ears.

In the next second, the torrent of memory smashed through Philipa's psychological defense.

At the same time, Roger waved to her with a smile.

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