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Seeing the black-haired man walking out of the darkness, the witcher was taken aback, and called out his name involuntarily.

"How will you be here?!"

Hearing this, Dandelion, who was still tense just now, relaxed a little, and asked in a low voice:

"Geralt, you know him?"

"Hello, Great Poet, we met once on Shaned Island."

With the help of the moonlight, Dandelion had a slight glimpse of the person's appearance.

"Uh oh! I remember you!" After confirming that the other party is a friend rather than an enemy, the poet finally let go of the boulder in his heart:

"My God, meeting acquaintances in this kind of place is really a good thing that I can't help singing."

"If you want to sing, let's talk about it after we leave here. Milva is waiting for us in front."

Before the words fell, a sudden change occurred!

The chaotic sound of horseshoes and shouts suddenly came from the side.

The three of them followed the prestige at the same time, and saw a large group of cavalry flooding towards them like black waves.

To be more precise, they were attacking the Temeria camp behind them!

"It's Nilfgaardian!"

Not only the three who were about to escape, but even the Temerian soldiers in the camp heard a slight vibration from the ground.

However, perhaps because Lu Qi had just killed a few soldiers guarding the perimeter of the sentry post, the Temerian army's reaction was obviously delayed by half a beat.

Seeing the Nilfgaardians galloping towards them, Lu Qi's expression became serious, and he immediately pulled out the steel sword at his waist, and said in a deep voice:

"We have to go!"

Hearing this, the poet nodded quickly, "Good idea!"

But the witcher didn't follow immediately, but cursed in a low voice, then turned towards the direction of the camp and shouted hoarsely:

"Nifgaardian! The Nilfgaardian is coming! Quick! Sound the alarm!"

After reminding the Temerian army, Geralt followed the two, trying to get out of here before the two armies clashed.

However, the Nilfgaardians had rushed to the outskirts of the camp, and had spotted the three of them walking through the alder forest.

"Kill them!"

Vaguely, the three people who happened to be stuck in the middle heard such a shout.

In the next second, in the black tide, black tentacles suddenly stretched out towards them, and a group of black cavalry rushed towards them!

At the same time, the Nilfgaardian cavalry rushing to the front all raised their bows and arrows, and shot deadly arrows towards the camp.

In the camp, there was also a rain of arrows.

Under the darkness of night, amidst the sharp piercing sound, there was nothing but the overwhelming rain of arrows.

In order not to turn himself and the bard behind him into hedgehogs, Lu Qi raised his left hand without hesitation, and when the rain of arrows fell, he pushed his palm upwards!

With a sound of "bang", a group of sharp arrows shot towards the alder forest, bounced off in all directions as if hitting an extremely hard air wall.

A stray arrow shot from nowhere, and happened to graze Dandelion's head with a "swoosh".

A scream of "ah" broke out from the poet's mouth.

Looking back, Lu Qi only saw the poet's temples, which were already bleeding profusely.

"Ah! I'm dead! Geralt! They killed me!"

While covering the wound with his hands, Dandelion, lying on the ground, wailed.

It has to be said that Lu Qi only now knows that Dandelion's voice is surprisingly loud.

At this moment, the demon hunter, who had already picked up a long sword as a weapon, lifted the poet up and cursed:

"Shut up, you're fine, it's just a scratch!"

"Geralt, look at him, I'll be right back!"

After leaving this sentence, Lu Qi held a steel sword and took the initiative to meet the group of Nilfgaardian cavalry who came separately.

Knowing that time was running out, Lu Qi did not reserve his strength, and directly broke out the maximum combat power of the magic swordsman. First, he used the air shock to disperse the cavalry squad, and then killed them one by one.

In just ten seconds, Lu Qi, who killed the five-member cavalry squad and snatched two horses, returned to Yang Lin:

"Get on the horse, let's get out of here!"

"How are you feeling, Dandelion?"

"My head hurts so much, it's full of blood"

With a tear, he tore off one sleeve of the shirt, and tied the dead-eyed poet's head around. The witcher picked him up and put him on the saddle.

Riding on the sound of gold and iron clashing from behind, two Nilfgaardian horses quickly left the scene with three people who did not belong to this war

. . .

When the two horses led the three of them out of the alder forest, Mirva, who was located by the Aina River and looked anxious, finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Helping the poet off the horse with the demon hunter, Milva never forgot to curse:

"Damn, I thought you guys were fighting Temeria"

"more or less"

While speaking, Geralt put the folded cloak on the ground so that the moaning poet could rest his head.

Just when Milva was about to help the poet change the blood-stained makeshift bandage, he put a hand on her shoulder, and the familiar smell of wormwood, sage, fennel, and other herbs wafted into his nostrils between.

"Let me come."

As before, Regis unexpectedly appeared out of nowhere.

After all, this middle-aged man with a hooked nose and fair complexion opened the medicine bag and took out the medical tools

"Danderelion, relax, it's nothing serious, just a little blood. Your blood smells good, by the way, bard."

The appearance of Regis made Lu Qi frowned, and his doubts and incomprehensions deepened a little.

He couldn't figure out how Regis escaped from the camp, and how he quietly appeared without him noticing.

At this moment, he keenly felt the demon hunter beside him, and his body tensed up.

Lu Qi was all too familiar with that kind of nervous reaction when faced with a threat.

So, who is Geralt guarding against?

Before he could come up with an answer, the witcher suddenly did something unexpected:

He walked towards the horse and pulled out a Nilfgaardian longsword from the scabbard beside the saddle.

Then, holding a long sword, he walked towards Regis and roared:

"Stay away from him!"

Regis turned a blind eye to the sword in the demon hunter's hand and the warning in his mouth, and only carefully helped the poet deal with the wound on his temple.

Frowning, Lu Qi seemed to have guessed something from the demon hunter's actions.

He didn't react at all, but that doesn't mean someone would let the witcher

"Geralt, you're crazy!"

"Step aside!"

Yelling at the female archer who stepped forward to stop her, Geralt's orange cat eyes were still staring at Regis.

However, Regis remained unmoved even though the tip of the sword had already touched his throat.

At this moment, Milva looked at Regis' eyes, which were shining strangely like cat's eyes in the darkness, and couldn't help but hold his breath.

"Go on, let's get in." The man with the hooked nose said calmly.

The poet lying on the ground finally came to his senses, and said quietly:

"Geralt, are you completely crazy? He saved us and he bandaged my wound"

"It was he who saved us in the camp," Mirva murmured in agreement.

"Be quiet! You have no idea what he is."

It wasn't until this moment that Lu Qi discovered a fact that should have been discovered a long time ago:

Regis has no shadow!

"That's right, you don't know what I am, it's time to tell you. My name is Emir Regis Lohorek Tajiv Godfrey. According to your calendar, I have I have lived in this world for 420 years. I am a descendant of the survivors, an unfortunate creation trapped here after the cataclysm you call "Sky-Sphere Confluence."

"Of course, this is just a euphemism. I am also regarded as a monster by you, as a blood-sucking demon"

"Now I've met a witcher, someone who makes a living exterminating creatures like me. That's all I have to say."

It wasn't until Regis said that the three of them, including Lu Qi, realized that the man in front of him who could disappear out of thin air and appear without a shadow was actually a high-level vampire!

5Chapter 17 Magic and swordsmanship, I want them all!

Just as Lu Qi put his hand on the hilt of his sword, hesitating whether to stop Geralt or attack Regis together, Geralt first made his own choice:

I saw him slowly lowering the long sword in his hand, waved his hand expressionlessly, and said in a deep voice:

"That's enough, more than enough. You go, Emile Regis or something, get out of here."

"It's really surprising." Regis sneered, "You allow me to leave? You want to let go of me who poses a threat to human beings? The witcher should do his best to eliminate this threat, right? "

Facing Regis' rhetorical question, Geralt did not answer, but repeated again:

"You go, quickly disappear for me."

Seeing Geralt's reaction, Lu Qi frowned, and immediately understood that there should be no fight between the vampire and the witcher.

Just as his right hand left the hilt, Regis' voice sounded again:

"Which off the beaten track should I disappear to? After all, you're a witcher, and you know about me. You might come back when you've worked out your own problems. You know where I live, and you know Where do I spend my time and know what I do for a living”

"So, are you coming after me?"

"Possibly, if there's a bounty. I'm a witcher."

"Good luck to you then, but before that, I want to know how much my head would be worth if I were to let you take the job?"

"Go away, Regis!"

"I'm leaving now, but let's talk about the price, please."

Seeing Regis' look of "I won't leave if you don't tell me", the demon hunter suppressed the irritability in his heart, and said casually:

"For an ordinary vampire, I'd usually take the equivalent of a well-saddled horse. But, you're not ordinary."

"How much is that?"

Looking directly at Regis' eyes with a faint luster, the witcher seemed to finally come to his senses, and responded coldly:

"I doubt anyone can afford it."

This answer seemed to make Regis happy, and while showing a smile, he also showed his iconic pair of fangs.

Seeing this, Milva stepped back immediately, and Dandelion exclaimed.

Glancing at Lu Qi who didn't move and seemed to have some curiosity on his face, Regis nodded slightly to him, and then said:

"Goodbye, good luck."

"Goodbye, Regis, you too."

Shaking the cloak around his body, this high-level vampire who had lived for hundreds of years disappeared out of thin air.

The moment Regis disappeared, Lu Qi suddenly turned on [Hawkeye Vision] as if he had been waiting for a long time!

Under the eagle's eye, Lu Qi only saw a shadow with a faint blue light flying up into the sky, and quickly left the eagle's eye's field of vision.

After confirming that the high-level vampire's disappearance did not really disappear out of thin air, but had traces to follow, Lu Qi immediately closed it as if nothing had happened.

It was rare to meet a high-level vampire, so of course he had to collect as much information as possible.Otherwise, when one day he meets a high-level vampire who is full of malice towards him, he will even die without knowing how the other party killed him

After watching Regis leave, the demon hunter turned around and looked at Lu Qi:

"Now, it's your turn. How did you get here?"