Demon Hunter and His Hut

The Witcher and His Cabin ()

he died?

Boholt pinched the thick beard on his chin, and he didn't notice that his fingers were trembling slightly during the whole process.

Although almost everyone dislikes Ike because of his belief and personality, but no one will ignore the other party's strength because of this.

In this era, those who can survive may be lunatics, but they must not be too weak.

But it was only for a moment, and no one even figured out what exactly happened, as if Ike was riding a horse and bumped into it, and then his whole body flew high, life and death unknown.

And his army horse with excellent blood was also decapitated.

Because this is a fair duel, he is still alive. Roger said, the long sword was not stained with a trace of blood, and even the standing position did not move a bit.

Next, he repeated again.

This time no one dared to underestimate his strength.

Everyone get ready, let the damn knight duel go to hell! said the steward Gyllensteen viciously.

But at this moment, Niedamir, who had been silent all this time, suddenly shouted.

Get someone to drag Ike back and we'll get out of here!

Gyllensteen raised his head abruptly, My lord...

Shut up and do as I say!

This is really a farce, but fortunately this ridiculous journey has taught me one thing. I don't need to use a dragon to curry favor with that fat princess in Holopole.

We have powerful knights and countless warriors. Whether we want it or not, as long as I think about it, that place will belong to me.

As he spoke, he squeezed his horse's belly, Go back, I can't wait to see the faces of the nobles in Holopole.

In Niedamir's eyes, the so-called giant dragon is just a bargaining chip, but now he seems to have sorted out all the arrangements, and he doesn't want to waste any more time.

In this way, a group of people left Niedamir, and the number of people who stayed behind immediately decreased a lot.

What about us? a dwarf whispered.

Who cares about him? Boholt snorted.

Even if no one pays, isn't that dragon a treasure?

Just a dragon skin is worth a lot of money, not to mention its teeth and bones...

You executioners! The magician Dorrigaray jumped out again, Every kind of creature has the value of existence, learn to live in peace with them...

Pooh!

Before Dorrigare finished speaking, a mouthful of thick phlegm stuck to his shoe.

Dear Mage, would you like to give it a try? See if you can recite the spell faster or my giant sword will split your head first.

Dorrigalei's face froze, and the next moment his hands were violently pulled behind him, and his whole body was soon tied up.

Be quiet, I don't want to kill you.

Then now... The dwarves turned to look at the other small group present.

Undoubtedly, among all the forces, the dwarves have the largest number and occupy an absolute advantage.

Help me persuade your companion, for your sake, I don't want my spell to fall on him.

Yennefer looked at Geralt.

You're not short of money, why are you here? Geralt frowned.

Roger is my friend, even if he doesn't need it, I don't want anyone to hurt him, so if I stand in front of him, will you attack me the same?

Don't make me, Geralt, don't make me choose!

I want the dragon, I must have it!

Anyone... can't stop me, including you!

Tell me what you are for? Geralt knew that Yennefer was a powerful sorceress, but he knew Roger's strength better.

What these people see in front of them is just the tip of the iceberg.

Ye Naifa's eyes flickered, and his eyes quickly became gentle.

Even if it's for me, persuade your friend, no matter what he needs, I can compensate him,

I need that dragon, because he can help me change...or mend.

Yennefer was confused for a moment.

You know, there are exceptions for some sorceresses, who can act like normal women... so the traumatic process may not be completely irreversible.

It means I still have a chance.

You should be clear, how I wish I could be like a normal woman... If I get this dragon, I can definitely... child...

Give up your fantasy, Yennefer. Geralt let out a long breath.

No, Geralt, I have to try once, no matter how bleak the hope is, so disappear from my eyes! Yennefer's body surged with strength.

Don't make me hurt you!

No! Geralt shook his head firmly.

I am not afraid that you will hurt me, but that you will be killed by Roger...Listen to me, although Roger is also a witcher, he is different from us.

Geralt glanced sideways, but the moment he was distracted, his body tensed inexplicably, and then Yennefer's faint singing sounded in his ears.

Roger...

Before he fell to the ground, he couldn't help shouting. Among all the people, only Roger understood the meaning of this shout.

At this time, Yarpanzigrin and others had already rushed towards Roger with their weapons raised high.

He was originally rushing forward, but a person behind him was faster than him.

It was Boholt with a fierce look on his face.

Can I still see this as a fair duel? Roger smiled.

Poor witcher, you should listen to our advice, it's a pity you don't have a chance now!

Boholt was short in stature but very fast. In addition, dwarves were famous for their strength. His attack was swift and fierce, and his broad sword directly slashed at Roger's forehead.

At the same time, Yennefer, who controlled Geralt, did not join the battle, but avoided the area where everyone was fighting, and ran directly to the hinterland of the mountain.

She always remembered the purpose of her trip.

It was the green dragon, not Roger.

Damn it, someone help me stop that bitch! Yarpanzigrin yelled angrily.

He wanted to lead someone forward to stop him, but Boholt, who was rushing towards Roger in the next second, suddenly changed his direction the moment he met Roger.

The huge sword in his hand directly slammed into Yarpanzigrin who was charging.

Keep your eyes open to see clearly!

Yarpanzigrin roared, but Boholt was more surprised than him at this time.

He didn't know what happened just now, the weapons of the two were wrong, and the strength of his whole body was out of control.

Seeing that Ye Naifa was about to rush into the valley, suddenly a strong wind swept through, and deafening roars came from the valley, and Ye Naifa was thrown to the ground by surprise.

The violent sound wave shook everyone's ears.

Then they saw a golden cloud rising in the valley not far away.

No, that's not a cloud.

It's a dragon!

A golden dragon!

On the hill, a golden beast loomed, its small head resting on a puffy chest, its slender neck in a perfect arc, its tail wrapped around its outstretched claws.

Then they saw the golden dragon leaning its graceful neck down in front of Roger.

It's over? Roger smiled and jumped up.

Jinlong let out a low growl.

Although I don't need your help, I still want to say thank you!

Jin Long raised his neck, and Roger's figure also rose accordingly.

He looked down at the people under his feet like a god's mansion.

In the distance, Dandelion let out a shriek like that of a castrated male animal.

God!

He didn't lie.

He's riding it!