Demon Hunter and His Hut

"It's Wigfortz!"

"This despicable fellow!"

Philippa's face changed drastically.

It was Vigoforts who used a special method to disrupt the stability of the surrounding space, making it impossible for everyone to leave here through teleportation.

And not long ago, he encouraged everyone to fight against Roger, but he avoided the core of the explosion. When he saw that it was impossible to do anything, he lifted the blockade and left by teleportation.

This time Roger caused far more damage and shock than ever before.

The kind of power that can destroy the world at will will remain in everyone's hearts forever.

The warlocks who managed to escape hugged together.

The pride built in their hearts was completely defeated, and the knowledge system established in the past could not explain the power that Roger possessed.

Even if the warlocks were like this, the ordinary soldiers had long since collapsed.

Whether it was the elves or the Kaedwenian warriors, they all threw down their weapons and ran towards the distant passage, leaving only Philippa lying on the spot.

"What the hell are you?"

"You hangman, you butcher!"

"Are you going to be everyone's enemy?"

Suddenly Philippa jumped up and twisted violently into a phantom owl, but Roger just held out his hand.

"Come down!"

"Become what you should be."

The owl landed on the snow and flopped a few times, kicking up the surrounding snow.

When everything subsided, a dark yellow earth dog appeared in the snow.

Roger forcibly changed Philippa's changes and frozen her changes.

The earth dog's eyes widened, and the fear in its pupils could not be concealed. It opened its mouth, but it could only let out an unconscious whimper.

"There are many large beasts hidden in the mountains near Kaer Morhen. You'd better run to a nearby city before the temperature drops completely. That's a short distance for a bitch."

Roger kindly reminded.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you that the city is not safe after spring. Not only do you have to be careful to avoid the hungry victims, but you also have to be careful of a group of spring... the same kind."

"Believe me, some things feel completely different than being harvested voluntarily."

"Of course the most important thing is the number of people."

The earth dog whimpered, shivering from the cold around him.

Seeing this scene, Yennefer and Triss, both sorceresses, felt a deep malice and fear.

They dare not imagine the chaotic scene.

"Vigoftez has escaped, the battle is over."

"I think from now on he will never dare to have Ciri's ideas again, and the others should also be deterred." Geralt took a step forward.

"No." Roger shook his head.

"Some things, the impact of hearing and seeing is completely different. Those kings will only think that the warlock is talking nonsense, unless the knife is placed on their necks."

Roger looked into the distance.

"What are you going to do?!" Geralt seemed to have guessed something.

kill a king...

"That's great, Roger!" Ciri deftly climbed down from the city wall, and while rushing towards Roger, she stretched out her hand and gestured a few times. It was as if she was the witcher who killed all directions.

The mighty army scattered away, and Philipa also ran away with her tail clenching in fear. For her, whether it was to stay away from the mountains or enter the densely populated towns, it might not be a good choice for her.

The soldiers rushed to the scorched passage, when the danger was relieved, Ye Naifa and the two also came below.

"You should find Wigforts. He is powerful, and he also has a lot of weird spells. Roger, many times you don't need to kill a person to defeat him."

Yennefer reminded.

"He should have gone to two places, the secret castle or... the palace of Emperor Nilfgaard."

Roger nodded.

"Go to him, and then solve the cause of everything!"

As he said that, Roger opened his hands and tore it forward forcefully.

laugh!

The space in the distance is like a piece of cloth being torn apart by Roger, and at this moment, the soldiers who have just stepped into the burning passage and the warlocks who are scrambling to escape realize that the towering mountains have disappeared before their eyes, and what is blowing head-on is not the valley. cold wind.

Instead, it has a slightly moist warmth.

It was a majestic castle.

Solemn and solemn represent the supreme rights and status of the owner.

"It's Locke Grim Palace!"

Someone screamed and recognized the building in the distance. It was the summer palace of Emperor Nilfgaard. Generally speaking, Emhyr would only go there to escape the heat when the weather was hot.

"Illusion!"

Even people with little knowledge of geography know how far it is from Kaer Morhen to Nilfgaard.

Not to mention the absurdly large passageway in front of him.

"what are you going to do?"

Geralt looked at Roger, "Destroy this castle with the flames just now?"

"No, we are witchers."

Roger clenched the steel sword in his hand.

"The long sword is our best weapon!"

As he spoke, Roger stepped forward, holding swords in both hands above his head.

Although it is not clear what Roger intends to do, everyone understands that the next scene will be etched in their memory forever.

indelible.

"I have to leave something behind to remind people who come later."

At the same time, a picture appeared in front of everyone.

It was Emhyr, who had a gloomy face, sitting on the throne of power, and Vigofortez, who was standing opposite him, who was in a mess.

They were in the deepest part of the palace, and from there to the edge of the city wall spanned more than several miles.

"Are you going to kill them with a sword?" Ciri seemed to understand something, and asked out of breath.

She couldn't imagine what kind of swordsmanship that was.

Roger didn't answer, but swung the steel sword in his hand heavily and slowly.

"call!"

There was a soft, muffled sound in the air.

"Can he really kill people from afar?"

Triss' voice trembled.

Ye Naifa's face was numb, and she was suddenly glad at this moment, thankful for her impulsive choice last night.

"I don't know." Yennefer shook her head.

"Even if he splits the city wall, I will..."

Halfway through the speech, the sorceress froze in place.

Because in the distance, on the other side of the teleportation channel, the ground trembled, as if an invisible giant sword that opened the sky had slashed across the edge of the castle.

The huge castle was easily cut open.

A hole was torn open in the earth, revealing a pitch-black abyss, without the momentum of landslides and ground cracks, everything was silent.

At this moment, Wigfortz and Emhyr seemed to feel something on the phantom in mid-air.

But they haven't waited for their reaction yet.

In the next second, the secret room was divided into two and clearly revealed to the world!

It wasn't until then that Roger retracted the steel sword in his hand and let out a breath.

Under his feet was a shallow trace, which spread to the other side of the passage, and then suddenly enlarged there.

The majestic Locke Grim Palace was torn open like a corpse, and then the internal organs were exposed to everyone.

The shocking scar left on the ground reached Emhyr's feet, separating the long table in front of him that had been passed down for hundreds of years, and affected the chair that symbolized power.

Because of Roger's strength, everyone saw Emhyr's expression at this time.

He sat on the half-broken throne, with a dark abyss beneath his feet.

Click!

There was a soft sound, and the crown on Emhyr's head exploded, and the pieces burst apart.

"What kind of sword technique is this?!"

Shirley trembled and asked everyone's feelings.

Roger smiled and answered half-jokingly.

"New Year's greetings swordsmanship."

"pay a New Year call……"

Ciri repeated this weird way of pronouncing, her face blank.

What Roger didn't know was that because of one of his jokes, New Year's greetings became the most widely circulated mantra in the world for many years afterwards.

Soldiers will meditate in their hearts before going out to battle, and merchants will also imitate Roger's posture of swinging their swords just now when delivering goods.

It's just that they didn't hold the long sword tightly in their hands, but held a money bag, clasped their hands together and raised them above their heads, then dropped, lifted and dropped again.

so repeatedly.

Later, this posture was extended to many behaviors.

Even when seeking a child, both husband and wife will try to fit in this posture as much as possible.

To be honest, if Roger knew that his unintentional words would have such a wide impact, he might not easily make this joke.

Whenever the heart wants something, people will habitually make that action, and then say together: "Happy New Year!"