Demon Hunter and His Hut

"The Witcher and His Cabin ()"

"I knew it!"

"Liar, this damned liar, when did he get around in front of us?" Boholt jumped angrily.

"Is there any other shortcut? Does this mean that the dragon has been wiped out?"

This was the first question the dwarves thought of.

"Roger, why are you here?" Geralt also looked puzzled, and at the same time his heart sank suddenly, as if something terrible was about to happen.

Roger smiled, but didn't answer Geralt's question. At this time, the distance between everyone and Roger was hundreds of meters, but the next second, Roger didn't see how hard he was, but his voice came clearly to everyone's ears.

"I've changed my mind."

As he spoke, he casually pointed to the three forked roads behind him.

"There are only three exits from this valley. The east leads to Holopole, and the west leads to Canconne. You can leave along those two roads, but the northern canyon is not allowed."

"Because I forbid you to do so."

"Now, that dragon is mine."

Except for the wind passing through the valley, for a long time after Roger finished speaking, the surroundings fell into an eerie silence.

Boholt stared, stroked the bushy beard on his chin, and then looked at the companion beside him.

King Niedamir was still sitting on his horseback, with the same majestic expression on his face, while beside him, the steward Gyllenstino was full of bewilderment.

Dorrigaray, the magician who advocated the equality of all beings, frowned. No one could guess what he was thinking at this moment.

But the sorceress Yennefer looked at Geralt with an uncontrollable smile in her eyes.

Although their team looked messy and Niedamir's large army was completely cut off, there were dozens of people present at the moment.

And there are many warlock dwarves, as well as well-equipped warriors.

And across from them, there is only one.

The next moment, everyone seemed to have made an agreement, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Haha, did this guy burn his head during the trial?"

"Listen to what he said just now, oh, but not in the north, because I don't allow it!" Boholt laughed wildly, as if he couldn't even hold the giant sword in his hand, and at the same time pretended to imitate Roger's tone just now.

"Go away, you bloody bastard!"

The manager Gyllenstino opened his throat, "Do you know who you are facing?"

"Keep your eyes open and see clearly, what you are going to fight against is the great King Niedamir!"

"Ridiculous clown, take your two broken swords and get the hell out of here!"

In order to let his words reach Roger's ears clearly, he had to muster all his strength, and said that because of his bad breath, the poor chief executive coughed violently, and his momentum just now fell suddenly.

"Hey, Geralt."

"For the sake of our friendship, you can go up and bring your idiot companion down, it's getting late." Yarpanzigrin looked at it pretendingly.

"We have to go into the mountain to find the dragon as soon as possible, but I have to say that the relaxation before this battle is really pleasant." After finishing speaking, he looked at Dandelion, who was wearing his hat askew.

"Great poet, learn it well. This witcher is much better at being funny than you. I don't think anyone will listen to your crappy rhyming poems anymore."

"Go, Geralt, we'll give you a moment."

Yarpanzigrin urged.

But Geralt didn't move. Unlike the others, his expression was serious at this time, and this also caught Yennefer's attention.

She knew Geralt.

"This is not a joke, is your friend serious?"

Geralt nodded. Among the people present, only he knew Roger's strength best.

No, Geralt suddenly remembered what Vesemir had said.

No one knows how strong this No. 1 hunter is, we only see what he wants to show us.

Although he didn't know why Roger would be interested in a green dragon, the terrifying creature might have looked no different to a lamb in Roger's eyes.

But since he said it, he will definitely do it.

Because he has this strength.

"Hey, Geralt, what are you thinking?"

"When we help you drag him down, I don't like this guy at all. It's hard to guarantee that there will be no physical conflict."

"Guys, who's with me?!" Boholt yelled.

"Wait a minute."

Geralt said suddenly, "I'll ask."

He wanted to try to make a last effort, otherwise, it wouldn't be long before this valley would flow like a river of blood.

He didn't know Roger, but there was a terrible shadow hidden in this seemingly gentle man.

"Roger..." Geralt walked slowly to Roger's side, "You want the green dragon?"

"No, I'm not interested in any dragons."

"But I don't want anyone near her."

"You're protecting it?"

"That's right." Roger said vaguely.

Seeing the expression on Roger's face, Geralt knew that things couldn't be better today.

In fact, the reason why Borch appeared here was because he was summoned by the green dragon. It was in the period of giving birth and could not protect its child while being besieged.

And Roger is to help Borch divert his attention so that he can have time to deal with the green dragon after production.

At the same time, Roger also got the approval of Borch, and...

Roger touched the golden horn on the chest pendant and stood up slowly.

"A fair duel?" He casually picked up a sword stuck in the ground.

"You guys come together, or one by one?"

His expression was relaxed, and he didn't pay attention to the enemy opposite him at all.

"Go to hell, you bloody liar!"

Boholt clenched the giant sword in his hand, and stepped forward with short legs, surrounded by his dwarf brothers.

To be honest, this scene should be extremely oppressive, but unfortunately their height is too short, in order to increase their speed, they have to speed up their pace.

This made the whole charge look extremely ridiculous.

"Get out of the way, Geralt! Otherwise, I will deal with you together, and no one can stop my obsession with gold coins!!"

But at this moment, accompanied by the crisp sound of horseshoes, a knight in silver armor rushed forward with a spear in hand.

"Unless they step over my corpse, I will not allow anyone to sully the glorious duel in front of me, demon hunter, say your name, and let me be your opponent!"

"Evil must be eradicated. I, Ike of Denesler, will judge you and kill the evil green dragon!"

"Shit, who's going to take away this guy whose head is full of shit!" Boholt said cursingly.

However, seeing that someone was willing to do it for him, he just cursed a few words, spit and retreated.

"Fortunately, demon hunter, at least your body won't be cut in half by me!"

At this time, Ike had already saluted Roger, so he put down his visor, raised his spear, and kicked the horse's belly.

"Come on, witcher!"

"I reckon the poor fellow will have his head crushed by a horse's hoof."

"No, maybe it was pierced through the chest by the muzzle of a long gun."

"Ha ha!"

The dwarves were discussing enthusiastically.

But before their laughter stopped, with the neighing of the steed, Ike in silver armor flew high.

The next moment, the blood shot up to the sky, the horse's head fell, and the stench of blood stained the ground of Baishi red.

At this time, everyone only had time to turn their heads, and saw Roger shaking off the blood on the long sword, with a calm attitude.

"Next."

There was no sound in the arena.