Demon Hunter and His Hut - Chapter 892

Chapter 44 The Massacre of Kyle Morhan

The sound of the lute is melodious, but what is more tactful than this melody is the singing voice with small eyes.

She cocked her legs to play the instrument in her arms, and occasionally blows the falling blond hair naughty between the air exchanges, and then looked at a certain figure in the auditorium with a gentle gaze.

Dandrien played the little eyes without complaint on the other side.

In the past, he has always liked to laugh at Little Eye’s reference to works of art, but when faced with this song, Dandrien had to admit that this is definitely a masterpiece that can be passed down for generations.

“The whole poem has been saturated with love. This is her life and a true portrayal of her inner feelings.” Dandrian thought happily, and he was extremely happy for the happiness of his friends.

Kyle Morhan’s hall has never been as lively as it is today, because this desolate castle, even when it was prosperous in the past, has never been visited by so many outsiders.

But because of Roger everything has been changed.

The outside of the castle still looks tattered, but the interior is more brilliant than some nobles.

Vesemir and others all changed into new clothes, and their weapons were re-tempered. They sat down leisurely drinking wine and listening to songs.

Occasionally a few rounds of Gwent cards.

If you find someone cheating, you can take out your weapon with alcohol and go to the yard outside to discuss it.

Xili developed quickly, and she jumped a little higher than when she left Sunnid Island more than half a year ago.

The baby fat on her face has faded a bit, making her face clearer.

Although there is no need to live a life of wandering and wandering, Xili still has a neat and short hair, and the hanging ends can’t block the light in the emerald eyes.

Xili, who had left Sintra, was full of fear and hatred. Even if she met Geralt, while gaining a sense of security, she was also full of confusion about the future.

But now, all the shadows disappeared in Xili’s eyes, and the six months of traveling the world with Roger made the girl stronger.

Looks like a real witcher.

Not long ago, Lambert, who had drunk a little wine, used the guise of instructing Hilly to put forward the idea of discussing with the girl.

But the result…

Lambert, who had lost the fight, just pretended to be drunk and fell to the ground. Even if someone mentioned it the next day, he would not admit it in a daze.

Some things have never happened as long as they don’t admit it.

Hilly sat next to Geralt. She regarded Roger as her teacher, because that man had too many incomprehensible strengths and mysteries.

But in the face of Geralt, Hillary’s feelings are a little more complicated.

Her parents died unexpectedly while going to sea, so from childhood to adulthood, at least her father fell in love with Xili.

And because of the accident rate, she had a fate connection with Geralt, which made the girl subconsciously regard Geralt as her father.

The hall was full of fun, and Geralt was also full of smiles, but Xili keenly noticed the loneliness hidden in the eyes of the demon hunter.

Most of their friends appeared here, but Ye Naifah was the only one.

The two of them had reconciled on Sinide Island, but after so many changes happened, Roger almost refused Ye Naifah’s request with a strong attitude.

The sorcerer’s anger was filled with nowhere to vent, and she naturally passed this emotion on to Geralt.

So the poor White Wolf was in a tragedy.

“Why don’t you go find her?”

Xili said suddenly.

“What?” Geralt was taken aback for a while.

“You know who I’m talking about, Ye Naifah.”

“We are fine.” Geralt was still stiff.

“Then why isn’t she here?” Hilly continued to ask.

White Wolf had a headache, “What has Roger taught you in the past six months?” He found that he could no longer treat the girl in front of him as a simple child.

“very many……”

“He gave me an insight into the vastness of this world, and he also understood the responsibilities I shouldered.”

“That power in your body…”

Hilly shook his head, “It hasn’t happened again. Roger told me that it belongs to me. What I want to do is not to fight, but to learn to control it.”

“At least I’m doing pretty well now.”

Xili smiled confidently.

“I care more about swordsmanship than that power, but Roger said that I still have a long way to go before becoming the second strongest swordsman in the world.”

At this point the girl gave a mischievous smile, “Geralt of Livia, my next challenger, are you ready?”

The girl’s smile infected Geralt and made his mood more cheerful. At this moment, a thin figure walked in quickly outside the hall.

A strong herbal smell followed.

Regis was hiding well, and the witchers all over the room didn’t realize that he was a high-level vampire.

“Someone is coming, it seems to be a female warlock.”

Regis whispered to Roger.

“Sorceress!”

Geralt raised his ears, and a familiar face appeared in his mind.

“Where is she? Take me to see!”

Geralt stood up abruptly, and then hurried out following Regis.

It didn’t take long for them to bring back a woman.

The woman took off her hood and revealed her signature red hair.

“Triss!”

Vesemir looked surprised, “Are you planning to spend the winter here? Why didn’t you notify us in advance?”

As soon as the voice fell, Vesemir keenly noticed the strangeness of the matter.

There was no joy after the reunion on the female warlock’s face. Instead, she could not hide the horror. She looked around and finally fell on Roger, who was not far away.

“You are all here!”

“Their news is accurate!”

Tetrice’s voice was sharp and high-pitched, and was disturbed, and Little Eyes and Dandrien had to stop their playing.

“What happened, speak slowly.”

Vesemir soothed.

“Hurry up and get out of here!”

“Stay away from Kyle Morhan, go somewhere else!” Triss urged anxiously.

“What are you talking about? The blizzard is coming soon, where can we go?”

Lambert retorted that he just wanted to say something, but was slammed by Wizmir.

“Shut up, Lambert! Let Triss go on!”

“War, a war against you!”

Triss took a deep breath.

“Kel Mohan’s massacre will be staged again, and this time, the two forces put aside their prejudices and come together.”

“Yenefa told me that Wigoftz and the others are going to kill everyone in Kyle Morhan. He wants to make the Demon Hunter completely history!”

“massacre!”

Vesemir’s body shook slightly, and even after many years, that scene became his eternal nightmare.

“Why?”

“There are few witchers left, and we have always remained neutral…”

Hearing this, Xili’s face tightened, and she thought of herself.

“Don’t worry, leave here first, everything has been planned. This time, not only the warlock group, but also many notorious mercenaries are encircling Kyle Morhan.”

“Those guys are numerous and armed to the teeth. Their equipment obviously comes from the army!”

“They may launch encirclement and suppression at any time, and it will be too late!”