Demon Hunter and His Hut - Chapter 889

Chapter 41 Domains

“It’s you, the demon hunter, you and Geralt protect this girl in light and dark.”

“Not long ago, I once threw an olive branch to Geralt, but obviously he rejected my kindness, so what about you?”

“Um… Roger, is this your name? How do you choose?”

“This sentence should be me asking you.”

Roger spoke, and at the same time motioned for Xili to step back.

Xili glanced at Roger with a nervous look. She didn’t know the man, but Ye Naifa had mentioned the other party’s name by accident. That was a talented and powerful wizard.

At least much stronger than Ye Naifah.

“Heh, if it were last night, I might be willing to take a bit of a word, but it won’t be long before many people will find here, so…”

Speaking, Wigoftz opened his right hand.

But after a few seconds, the courtyard was silent, as if nothing happened.

Xili was puzzled, but Wigoftz’s surprise was even higher than her.

Because his spell has failed.

His face changed slightly, and he tried several methods again, even making mudra and chanting spells.

But as before, there is no difference.

“Do you know I will be here?”

“No, you are guarding against other warlocks?”

“It’s an improvement of the Forbidden Magic Circle. Is this your trump card?”

“His spell has failed!” Xili also understood something and couldn’t help but exclaimed.

Most wizards are weak, and some of them can show strong melee attacks, but most of them are the effects of spells or strange potions.

Without magic, they are not much stronger than ordinary people.

And Roger?

In Xili’s mind, he was already the most powerful swordsman in the world, so the result was self-evident.

Wigoftz frowned and looked around, as if looking for something. Any spell that wanted to take effect would leave a trace. But at this moment, with his experience, he couldn’t find any problems.

But after three or two breaths, Wigoftez’s frowned brows stretched out.

“Do you think you have the chance to win?”

He turned and took the hilt of the sword, and drew out the long sword stuck in Cassirer’s throat.

Generally speaking, Wigoftz is more accustomed to using the magic wand in his hand, which is not an ordinary wooden wand, even more rigid than steel.

“Geralt should thank me very much.” Roger murmured.

In the original course of history, Geralt single-handedly blocked the way Wigoftz moved in order to gain time for Hilly to escape.

But it was the famous White Wolf who failed.

Wigoftz didn’t use any spells, and only used his own magic wand to break one of Geralt’s leg bones, and even almost let the Demon Hunter lie on the bed for the rest of his life.

Wigoftz’s strength is not only reflected in his magic skills, he is a truly talented genius who can even be said to be loved by heaven.

He didn’t use his long life to squander and enjoy, but to study and improve himself. Even if he didn’t use spells, his power was frightening.

So even if he knew that Roger was also a witcher, Wigoftz didn’t panic in his heart.

“I’ve heard some stories about you, your love with a mermaid, your love with a poetess…”

“Although love is a beautiful thing, you never seem to be able to live without a woman, and of course the legendary dragon.”

“That may be true, maybe you can manipulate a dragon, but I want to tell you the demon hunter, all your achievements are tricks in my eyes.”

“The great warlock created the demon hunter, and we can also destroy you.”

“It’s that simple.”

Speaking of Wigoftez’s simple forward thrust, the steel sword in his hand was lifted up. This action seemed random, but Roger could keenly perceive more than a dozen changes.

The swordsmanship of the Demon Hunter is known for its practicality. In fact, most of their enemies are monsters, but occasionally they face mobs or fools who are unwilling to pay.

When demon hunters fight against the same kind, they often rely on their strong physical qualities to crush them head-on.

But Wigoftz is different.

The swordsmanship he learned was used to kill people.

Perhaps the only threat to his safety in his mind is the demon hunter within five meters of him.

No wonder Geralt also failed when he first met him.

After all, their goals were different from the beginning.

“Watch it well.”

Facing the attack of Wigoftez, Roger turned his head and reminded Hiri, who was not far away.

At this moment, Hillary had already opened his mouth in horror.

She dared not let herself yell out, fearing that such interference would kill Roger.

Wigoftz was extremely fast. While Roger was speaking, his weapon was only half a palm away from Roger’s throat.

But his attack still failed.

“Watch it well, there will be no more battles like this.”

At the moment of the moment, Roger moved sideways, and a small amount of dodge to avoid Wigoftez’s attack, I don’t know when his weapon also fell in his hand.

“This is a battle between first and second.”

In these few years, Wigofts is the most accomplished swordsman Roger has ever seen.

No, not swordsmanship.

Wigoftez should integrate a whole set of methods of killing.

The two attacked one, and the other retreated, and Wigoftez was fierce. On the other hand, Roger was not hurried or slow. At first, Hilly was very nervous, but after a while, he discovered an extremely shocking fact.

Although Roger had been retreating, every step of his retreat seemed to have been carefully calculated, which made the two turn a circle and return to the origin of the confrontation not long after.

Obviously Wigoftz was also aware of this problem, but he was even more surprised, because at this time, he couldn’t even simply retreat out of the battle.

Roger’s swordsmanship completely controlled the situation, forming a weird field, in which there was no space to control, but the simplest move dismantling and timing judgment.

“What a terrible guy!”

Wigoftz knew that he was wrong. If nothing else, after three strokes, he would hit the sword in his left arm and then his right leg.

Finally, it was his throat.

He understands that even in this courtyard, he has the power of magic, but the result will not be much better.

Because this man will not give him a chance to release spells.

In this narrow space, no one can escape his sword.

Wanting to understand this, Wigoftz suddenly felt an inexplicable fear. Since 30 years ago, his swordsmanship and spells reached a very high level, he once thought that there would be no such thing in this world. Living things can threaten their true safety.

Until he met Roger here.

“To kill him, you must do everything possible to kill him!”

“Such people cannot live.”

Just when Wigoftz felt a little desperate, there was a sudden commotion at the entrance of the courtyard, and then a group of squirrel party members in green tight fighting costumes rushed in.

The first few people were holding daggers and round shields, followed by a few elven archers.

“Grab that girl!” Wigoftz shouted desperately.

He knew that this might be his only chance to escape.