Demon Hunter and His Hut

"It's Wigofts!"

"This despicable fellow!"

Philippa's face changed drastically.

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

Not long ago, he urged everyone to confront Roger, but he avoided the core of the explosion. When he saw the impossibility, he lifted the blockade and left through teleportation.

This time, Roger's destruction and deterrence were far greater than before.

That kind of power that can destroy the world at hand, stays in everyone's hearts forever.

The warlocks who escaped by chance hugged together.

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

Even the warlocks were like this, and the ordinary soldiers had already collapsed.

Both the elves and Kodwin's warriors threw down their weapons and ran to the distant passage, leaving only Philippa who fell on the spot.

"What the **** are you?"

"You executioner, you butcher!"

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

Suddenly Philippa jumped up, and then her body twisted sharply and turned into an illusory owl, but Roger just stretched out his palm.

"Come down!"

"Become what you should be."

The owl fell on the snow and flopped a few times, raising the surrounding snow.

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

Roger forcibly changed Feliba's change and solidified her change.

The dog's eyes widened, and there was an uncontrollable fear in its pupils, but it opened its mouth but could only let out an unconscious whimper.

"There are many large beasts hidden in the mountains near Kyle Mohan. You'd better run to a nearby city before the temperature has completely dropped. For a bitch, it's not a long distance."

Roger kindly reminded.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you. The city after spring is not safe. Not only must you be careful to avoid the hungry victims, but also the crowds of...the same kind."

"Believe me, there are some things that are totally different from the feeling of forced harvest."

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

The dog whimpered, and the surrounding cold made it shiver.

Seeing this scene, Ye Naifa and Triss, both female warlocks, felt a deep sense of malice and fear.

They dare not imagine the chaotic picture.

"Wiggoffitz has escaped, and the battle is over."

"I don't think he will dare to hit Hilly's idea from now on, and other people should also be shocked." Geralt took a step forward.

"No." Roger shook his head.

"Some things, hearing and seeing the impact are completely different, those kings will only think that the warlock is talking nonsense, unless they put a knife on their neck."

Roger looked into the distance.

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

Kill a king...

"Awesome, Roger!" Hilly climbed down from the city wall dexterously. While rushing towards Roger, she stretched out her hand and gestured a few times. It seemed that she was the demon hunter who killed all quarters.

The mighty army was scattered and far away, and Philippa was also driven by fear to clamp her tail and ran away. For her, whether it is to stay away from the deep mountains or enter a densely populated town, it might not be a good choice.

The soldiers rushed to the charred passage. At this time, the danger was lifted, and Ye Naifa also came down.

"You should find Wigofts. He is powerful and has a lot of weird spells. Roger, in many cases defeating a person does not need to kill him."

Ye Naifah reminded.

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

Roger nodded.

"Go find him, and solve all the causes!"

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

laugh!

The space in the distance was like a piece of cloth being torn apart by Roger, but at this moment, the soldiers who had just stepped into the burning tunnel and the warlocks who were rushing to find that the towering mountains disappeared before them, and what was blowing on them was not in the valley. The cold wind.

It is slightly humid and warm.

That is a towering castle.

The solemnity and solemnity represent the supreme rights and status of the owner.

"It's Locke Grim Palace!"

Someone screamed and recognized the distant building, which was the residence of Emperor Nilfgaard in the summer. Generally speaking, Enhill would only go there to escape the heat when the weather was hot.

"Illusion!"

Even people who lack knowledge of geography know exactly how far they have traveled from Kyle Morhan to Nilfgaard.

Not to mention the ridiculously large channel in front of you.

"what are you going to do?"

Geralt looked at Roger, "Did you destroy this castle with the flames just now?"

"No, we are demon hunters."

Roger clenched the steel sword in his hand.

"The long sword is our best weapon!"

As he said, Roger took a few steps forward, holding the sword in his hands and raising his head.

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

Forever.

"I have to leave something to remind people who follow."

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

It was Enhill, who had a gloomy face, sitting on the throne of power, and Wigoftitz, who was standing opposite him, embarrassed.

They were in the deepest part of the palace, spanning more than a few miles from there to the edge of the city wall.

"Are you going to kill them with your sword?" Xili seemed to understand something, and asked with breathlessness.

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

Roger didn't answer, he just swung down the steel sword in his hand heavy and slowly.

"call!"

There was a light noise in the air, dull and sharp.

"Can he really kill people in the air?"

Triss' voice trembled.

Ye Naifa's face was dumb, she was suddenly grateful at this moment, grateful for her impulsive choice last night.

"I don't know." Ye Naifa shook his head.

"Even if he splits the wall apart for a while, I will..."

Halfway through the conversation, the sorcerer was stunned.

Because in the distance, on the other side of the transmission channel, the earth trembled, as if an invisible open-sky sword slashed across the edge of the castle.

The huge castle was easily cut open.

The earth tore a hole, revealing a dark abyss, without the momentum of the mountain and the ground, everything is silent.

At this moment, Wigoftez and Enhill seemed to feel something in the mid-empty shadow.

But it hasn't waited for them to respond.

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

Only then did Roger take back the steel sword in his hand and let out a sigh of relief.

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

The towering Rock Grim Palace was torn apart like a corpse, and then the internal organs were exposed to everyone.

The shocking scar left on the ground reached Enhill's feet, separating the long table in front of him that had been circulating for hundreds of years, as well as the chair that symbolized power.

Because of Roger's power, everyone saw Enhill's expression at this time.

He was sitting on the throne that was half broken, with a dark abyss at his feet.

Click!

There was a soft sound, and the crown on Enhill's head burst, and the fragments broke apart.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?!"

Hilly tremblingly asked everyone's heart.

Roger smiled, UU reading www. uukanshu.com replied half-jokingly.

"Happy New Year Swordsmanship."

"Happy New Year..."

Hilly repeated this weird way of pronunciation, her face blank.

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

Before the warriors set out, they would silently remember that the merchants would also imitate the posture of Roger swinging the sword just now when transporting goods.

It's just that they didn't hold the long sword in their hands. Instead, they held a purse, put their hands together above their heads, and then dropped, lifted and then dropped.

So repeatedly.

Later, this posture was extended to many behaviors.

Even if you ask for a child, the couple will try to fit this posture as much as possible.

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

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