Demon Hunter and His Hut

　　 At this time, Xili, who was standing on the castle, looked excited.

　　 "Did you see it? This is Roger's true strength!"

　　 "That wasn't magic just now?!"

　　 Triss widened her eyes, and even Ye Naifa looked confused.

　　 "I said, this is Roger's true strength!" Xili jumped up excitedly, like a little girl showing her beloved toy in front of her companion.

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

　　 Ye Nafa muttered to himself.

　　 "Of course he is not a dragon, but he is the number one demon hunter. I have only seen similar things once, but then Roger lied to me that it was just an illusion."

　　 "I remember!" The little eyes echoed from the side.

　　 "The last time we were in the sea, Dandreen Geralt, we were with Roger. At that time we were attacked and he summoned a sea monster to destroy the big ship."

　　 "Roger said half jokingly at the time that he said that if it were not to make himself behave more normally, he could use a simple solution to solve the immediate crisis."

　　 "What way?" Triss asked curiously.

　　 "A sword smashed it."

　　 Dandrien interrupted from the side.

　　 "Are you talking about a ship?"

　　 Little eyes nodded.

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

　　 If she changed from the past, Triss would definitely laugh at her small eyes and drank too much fake wine regardless of her image.

　　 But now...

　　 Since reality is magical enough, it seems to be more ridiculous.

　　 "Watch out!" Ye Naifa reminded everyone at this time.

　　 Because the situation in the field has changed.

"What did you say?"

　　Lambert heard the muttering in his mouth recently from Roger.

　　At this moment, the young demon hunter felt as if he had lost all three views. He even worried that Roger would suddenly grow scales and spit out a ball of fire.

　　 "This is not good. If the power is too exaggerated, it will be deified." Roger muttered to himself while casually taking care of the other soldiers rushing up.

　　 Of course the method used is the same as before.

　　 The shield was shattered along with the armor.

　　 Seeing this, Wigoftez in the distance was already trembling, and there was even a trace of suspicion in his heart.

　　 was able to survive, was it really just because of luck?

　　 Still saying that the other party allowed him to live.

　　 Wigoftz didn't dare to think about it anymore, he could only give orders continuously.

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

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

　　 And Roger and the others are not so lucky. They either go forward and abandon the stone bridge, but in this way they will face enemies dozens of times in all directions.

　　 either just step back and give up the only passage.

　　 Just at this moment, a golden light passed in mid-air, and it appeared over the stone bridge almost in the blink of an eye.

　　 Then this golden light expanded rapidly.

　　 Then the slender golden dragon appeared in mid-air.

　　 With the force of the dive, the golden dragon's wings closed and the body quickly rotated, and the flying bows and arrows made a crackling sound on its scales.

　　 Boom!

　　 The earth shook, Bolki's dragon tail swept across, swept the soldiers who approached him, and then he uttered a dragon chant from the sky.

"Long!"

　　 "Golden dragon!"

　　 The soldiers shouted loudly.

　　 Wigoftz saw all this in his eyes, but the expression on his face was extremely calm, because he had anticipated it and was prepared for it.

　　 On the battlefield, Roger looked up at the Golden Dragon in front of him.

"What are you doing here?"

　　 "I'll help!"

"unnecessary."

　　 Roger looked down at the stone bridge under his feet.

　　 The snow on the bridge almost melted, and the moat below was packed with soldiers' bodies.

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

　　 Bolch said.

　　 "No need, your target is too big, it is easy to 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 all this, those guys paid the price."

　　 Just as they were talking, the elf archers started the second round of volleys.

　　 "With invincible power and long life with a golden dragon as a mount, such a person no matter which king draws him to his side."

　　 "Then that country can easily grow up... and even unify North and South..."

　　 The same thought flashed through many people's minds.

　　 "Can such a person really be killed?" Philippa muttered to herself.

　　 "You can try the methods used by the sorcerers..." Wigoftez snorted coldly.

　　 "The Witch Hunter and the Sorceress."

　　 "Order the final attack, he must be exhausted, don't give him a chance to rest, there will be a legionary force coming here..."

　　 "Wake up a little bit Wigoftez, the situation is different. For this kind of person who can't be killed, do you think the kings of various countries will continue to accompany you to go crazy?"

　　 Philippa sneered.

"So?"

　　 "Watching him grow and destroy our time?" Wigoftz asked rhetorically.

　　 "We may be able to try to win him over."

　　 "Stop it, let me negotiate!"

　　 Wigoftz shook his head, his heart was very terrified, because he still couldn't understand why he could escape under Roger's hand in the first place.

　　 "No, he must die!"

　　 An invisible shadow shrouded Wygoftez almost out of shape. Seeing this scene, Philippa shook her head helplessly.

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

　　 "Whatever, I can't continue."

　　 "Enough people have died today!"

　　 Philippa leaves the observation point, mobilizes the power in the body, and then transmits her own voice.

　　 "Roger, the first demon hunter, your strength is amazing, and the companions around you."

　　 "I am Philippa Ahart, from the Sorcerer's Hall, and your friends Yenafa and Triss are our companions."

　　 "I think we need to sit down and resolve today's misunderstanding."

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

　　 The soldiers below seemed to have been ordered, and as Philippa's voice sounded, they gradually retreated back.

　　 "This **** with only power in his heart!"

　　 Ye Nafa couldn't help cursing.

　　 The offensive formation shrank, and Filippo wore a black cloak and rode forward on a maroon horse.

　　 At the same time ~www.wuxiahere.com~ She is still trying her best to distinguish the relationship between this war and herself, and intentionally or unconsciously mentioned the surrounding troop arrangements and the subsequent siege equipment.

　　 "So peace is good for both of us."

　　 "And I think you also let the whole world see the potential of the demon hunter, then you can definitely get rid of the fate of the past and become the guests of all countries vying to win."

　　 Fei Liba racked her brains and tried her best to inciting words.

　　 Seeing this woman with a honey-belly sword, everyone in the castle looked disgusted, but there was only one person, who was curiously curious.

　　 Dandrien.

　　 He recognized Philippa's appearance.

　　 The woman who was tuned by Roger wanton and then erased her memory.

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

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

　　The subtle voice echoed in my ears.

　　 In the next second, the torrent of memories broke through Fei Liba's psychological defense.

　　 At the same time, Roger smiled and waved to her.

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