Demon Hunter and His Hut

Chapter 53: Igni of the Witcher

"do not come!"

Philippa looked at Roger in horror, she had already remembered what she had experienced.

Although there was no actual physical torture, Philipa would never forget the feeling of powerlessness.

"Oh it's you!"

Thinking back, nothing but fear remained on her face, and that's when she began to understand what Vigfortez was feeling.

But taking a deep breath, Philippa still pretended to be calm.

"I came here for peace. By the way, you and the other witchers behind you, we should sit down and have a frank talk. This is related to the future of sorceresses and witchers."

"Oh?" Roger smiled.

"What conditions are you going to offer?"

"The first is the recognition of identity. We will try our best to improve the official status of demon hunters in various countries. At least no ordinary people will speak ill of you when you go out."

"Also, maybe we should rebuild the castle here and start recruiting new witcher apprentices. The Sorceress Guild is willing to provide you with basic help."

Philippa's emotions gradually stabilized, which entered her area of expertise.

"Sounds good." Roger didn't care, but looked at the col in the distance.

"And Wigfortz, where is he?"

"Perhaps they have already left." Philippa said vaguely.

"It was he who encouraged us to have this battle, please rest assured, when the negotiations are over, we can publicly try his crimes..."

"Where are the others?" Roger interrupted Philippa, "Where are the warlocks who attacked Kaer Morhen last night?"

"them?"

Philippa was stunned, "They were just following orders, and there were a lot of them. In addition, the attack last night did not cause substantial damage to the castle."

"So you're going to leave it at that?"

Roger asked back.

The sorceress was at a loss for words for a moment.

She had never seen such a negotiation occasion, because as long as it could be negotiated, it was nothing more than a question of conditions, but Roger seemed to be completely different from everyone he had met before.

"What about your opinion?"

"Compensate some gold coins, or use spells to do some basic work?" Even Philipa herself felt a little ridiculous when she said that.

"no need."

"I'll do it myself."

Roger shook his head, but his calm attitude made Philipa even more frightened.

"what are you going to do?"

"Kill everyone?" screamed the sorceress.

"We are not your enemy, in fact if we cooperate with each other, there will be no force that can hinder our progress."

"Stop whatever you're going to do. It only breeds hatred. You may not care about their revenge, but what about your friends and companions?"

Roger stopped.

"Remember, this is just a warning, I hate trouble, so I'll only do this once."

"If you don't want to be the dust of this era, remember this moment well."

"What did you say?"

Philippa looked confused.

The next moment she saw Roger open his hands, forming a familiar seal on his chest.

"It's Igni the Witcher."

"A little trick to start a fire in the wild."

On the city wall, Ye Naifa murmured in a low voice.

Dandelion, who has been in contact with Geralt, is also very familiar with this. Once Geralt used this seal to repair a broken iron pot.

"If you notify them to escape now, there should be still time."

After saying the last sentence, Roger released the power in his body.

The next moment, raging flames soared into the sky.

Caught off guard, Philipa was blown away by the violent heat wave, her body rolled far away in the snow, her tightly tied hair loosened.

His body was covered in snow and dirt.

"What is this?" Trissy screamed strangely.

Even if they are separated by a long distance, they can feel the heat wave coming to their faces.

At this time, the snow around Roger had already melted instantly, and his whole body flew into the air, with flames transforming behind him.

Then Roger waved his hand and pointed in a distant direction.

Like a falling meteorite, the burning flames moved forward at an extremely fast speed, even though the sun had already risen, but at this moment, the flames released by Roger were even more dazzling than the rising sun.

"monster!"

"He is a monster from another plane!"

Everyone was in a mess. If the explosive power that Roger showed just now was just surprising, but at this moment, the flames he created with his wave defeated the cognition of all the warlocks.

"Get out of here, get out of here!"

Someone yelled loudly, and then released the teleportation magic.

But in the next second, the chaotic space shredded the spell-casting warlock, and an arm was wiped off along with his companion.

"Calm down!"

"Gather all our strength and defeat it, only then can we hope to survive!"

At a critical moment, Wigfortz took the initiative to stand up.

His past image has accumulated a lot of prestige, so everyone subconsciously listened to his opinion.

Then a strange scene appeared.

The flame released by Roger fell, and at the same time, countless magical powers were released to attack the flame falling from the sky.

The confident powerful spells of those warlocks were vulnerable to Roger's power, and everyone felt deep despair at this moment.

As if it was just a few breaths, this period of time was so long that it made people desperate.

Finally the flames fell, piercing the earth.

Even after the attenuation of the warlocks, the powerful impact caused the earth to shake.

The mountains in the distance rumbled.

Smoke and dust billowed, and warlocks screamed everywhere.

Philipa fell to the ground, the snow and smoke from the explosion had blocked her vision, and at this moment she didn't even care to get up from the ground.

Just looked at Roger with horrified eyes.

"what is that?"

Roger spread his hands.

"Igni Sign, you know that."

"Each of us witchers will."

Roger replied calmly.

"Vesemir, is what you taught us fake?"

Escal's cheeks twitched, and he looked at the old witcher with distrust in his eyes.

"yes?"

"Is that impossible?"

"Everyone learned this way when I was young." As he spoke, he made mudras with both hands and pushed forward.

call!

A group of fire snakes sprayed out from the palm.

But that's all.

Even this little energy change did not attract the attention of others.

After an unknown amount of time, the shaking of the ground stopped, and the distant scene became clearer.

At this time, the narrow path leading to Kaer Morhen completely disappeared, replaced by a new passage pierced by flames.

On that path, there are warlocks who cannot escape.

Their corpses were not simply burned to ashes, but remained in place like black crystals, while still retaining the despair and attitude before death.

The passage opened, and a cold wind poured in from a distance. The whistling wind passed through the solidified corpses. By the time they reached the castle, the sound had turned into a strange noise.

It is mixed with the despair of the warlocks.

At this time, Roger's body fell slowly, and he looked at Philippa who was lying on the ground.

"devil!"

"You are not human, you are a devil!"

The sorceress' mentality collapsed.

"Why, the life of a demon hunter is not life?"

Lambert yelled loudly.

"If it wasn't for Roger, we would have been burned to death last night!"

There was silence all around, leaving only the scorching heat brought from afar.

Since then, everyone who enters Kaer Morhen must pass through this path.

Here is recorded the outcome of the Second Kaer Morhen Massacre and served as an everlasting warning to the world.

Demon hunters use this place as a pilgrimage route.