Demon Hunter and His Hut

It looks like your people have failed.

Wigfortz walked up to Philippa and said softly.

The sorceress didn't speak, and a glint of haze flashed in her eyes.

Order the attack.

Vigfortez waved his hand, Philipa also nodded, and the orders from both sides were conveyed at the same time. Not long after, a group of mercenaries in armor lined up and passed through the gap in the canyon, heading towards Kaer Morhen. advance in the direction.

Wigfortz looked at the Kaedweni soldiers who followed the team. A smile appeared on his face.

As long as we can destroy the magic-forbidden means surrounding Kaer Morhan, we can destroy this castle in the blink of an eye.

Philippa's sorceresses did make sacrifices to get General Kaedwin to change orders.

Make or break it.

There was a tall figure in the advancing team, quietly hiding.

He was thin, and he didn't wear standard armor, but a tight leather armor, with a long sword hanging from his waist and sharp daggers pinned to his sides.

He blended in the crowd, but seemed to be one with the whole team.

This man was Leo Bonnet.

The troops advanced gradually, and soon approached the only stone bridge leading to the castle.

There are countless skeletons displayed under the bridge. In the dim environment, the eye sockets of those skeletons seem to lead to the abyss.

Roger walked in front, followed by other demon hunters. Facing enemies dozens of times larger than their own, they were likely to be defeated after a single confrontation.

If you have prepared anything, you can cast it now. Lambert reminded Roger in a low voice.

Roger turned his head to the latter, grinning, Follow me carefully, protect yourself, and leave the rest to me!

I don't know how today's battle will be passed on? Escal suddenly said with emotion.

You have the opportunity to hear it, or tell them as a party.

Roger comforted, and then crossed the stone bridge, the snow under his feet creaked, and he slowly drew out the long sword behind his back.

Many years ago, Kaer Morhen suffered a massacre, and the inheritance of demon hunters was almost cut off. Today, everything seems to be repeating itself.

Roger shook his head, and the voice traveled through the distance strangely, resounding in everyone's ears.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, unable to hide the surprise on their faces.

My sword will not stop swinging until the snow on the bridge is melted by the hot blood.

After speaking, he raised his finger and pointed in a certain direction.

In the distance, there stood Wigfortz and Philippa.

Can he find us? Philippa looked surprised, and Wigfortz also looked gloomy.

He didn't understand Roger's method just now, it wasn't magic, but the voice could be heard by everyone.

kill him!

Seeming to have sensed Wigfortez's emotions, the first row of soldiers rushed up with bucklers in hand.

they lower their bodies,

Maintaining a basic formation while running, the weight of the body plus the shield in the hand made the soldiers push forward like a copper wall.

Geralt, you are in charge of the two on the left, Escal and Lambert, pay special attention to...

Vesemir gave orders urgently, but before he could finish speaking, Roger rushed forward on his own initiative.

At this time, among the mountains in the distance, the first ray of morning light shines through the snow on the edge of the stone bridge.

At that moment, Roger swung the long sword in his hand.

The first rays of daylight hit his blade, and Roger seemed to have the ability to manipulate light.

In fact, that sword light was more dazzling than the sun.

It was only for a moment that when everyone came back to their senses, there was already a pile of corpses in front of them.

At this time, other soldiers who followed the first queue also rushed up.

Go help Roger!

Vesemir had to change his plan, but Roger's sword flashed faster than he could speak.

Before even taking a breath, the soldiers rushing up were precisely pierced through their throats. Roger's figure shuttled through the crowd. He was like a gust of wind, and no one could catch his position.

His attack only landed on the throat, and every dead soldier suffered great pain, the arteries were cut open, blood spattered out, and the sound of Chi Chi echoed in his ears.

In just a few short breaths, more than a dozen people fell around.

Terrible swordsmanship...

On the mountain peak in the distance, Philipa's face was pale, and she looked back at Wigfortz, How did you escape from this guy's hands?

Wigfortz didn't answer, and at this moment he had to admit the fact that Roger had hundreds of chances to kill him at the beginning.

No matter what the reason is, it was your mistake. You didn't kill me back then, so today you will face death. Wigfortz thought silently.

Besides them, there were many people in Kaer Morhen's castle watching the battle on the stone bridge.

Even Xiaoyan and Dandelion, who didn't know anything about swordsmanship, had to admit that Roger's movements were nimble and even had an evil sense of beauty.

Yennefer and Triss are well-informed, but because of this, they can deeply feel Roger's strength.

Limited by their own level, they seriously underestimated Roger's swordsmanship, so that when faced with this strange swordsmanship, their minds went blank, and they couldn't think of any words to describe it.

Dandrien, if you survived, how would you record this battle, how would you describe Roger's sword light?

The small eyes endured the impact of blood light, and asked in a difficult voice.

I don't know...all words are pale at this moment.

Roger's killing quickly dampened the morale of the soldiers. In comparison, Geralt and others' confidence exploded.

Blow the horn and let more people join the fight.

Wigfortz gave the order.

Keep your eyes open to see clearly that he is still a human being. When he is tired, tell the soldiers to gather together so that he does not have room to dodge attacks, and protect his companions with armor!

His weapon can pierce the throat, but can it also smash shields and armor?

The soldiers quickly changed their attack strategy, which forced Geralt and the others to retreat, leaving only Roger in front.

That's it.

A shadow in the crowd wandered cautiously, looking for an opportunity to hit the enemy with one blow.

Finally at a certain moment, after Roger made an evasive attack, Leo Bonnet acted.

He jumped out of the crowd like a sharp black panther, with a long sword like a poisonous snake. To Roger's heart.

Be careful!

Geralt was the first to discover Leo Bonnet, and couldn't help but remind him, but by then the poisoned weapon had pierced Roger's leather armor.

Number one witcher, you are the best trophy in my life!

Leo Bonnet could no longer control the joy in his heart.

But at the next moment, he felt a blur in front of his eyes, as if something split his whole body, accompanied by the shattering of bones and the splashing of blood, he saw Roger's calm eyes.

Boundless blood spread, Leo Bonnet's body was split in two, and powerful force drove him to the bottom of the bridge.

You killed Leo Bonnet! Lambert yelled.

Who are you talking about?

Roger asked indifferently, while splitting casually, but this time he didn't control the strength in his hand well, and the soldiers who rushed up were shredded by Roger's sword light.

The plight of the soldiers woke up the surrounding attackers.

Seeing the trauma he had caused, Roger looked helpless.

Oops, it seems that I can't continue acting.

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