Demon Hunter and His Hut - Chapter 900

Chapter 52

At this time, Xili, who was standing on the castle, looked excited.

“Did you see it? This is Roger’s true strength!”

“That wasn’t magic just now?!”

Triss’ eyes widened, and even Ye Naifa looked confused.

“I said, this is Roger’s true strength!” Xili jumped up excitedly, like a little girl showing her beloved toy in front of her companion.

“It is impossible for his body to explode with such power, unless he is a dragon…”

Ye Naifa muttered to herself.

“Of course he is not a dragon, but he is the number one demon hunter. I have only seen similar things once, but then Roger lied to me that it was just an illusion.”

“I remember!” Little eyes echoed from the side.

“The last time we were in the sea, Dandreen Geralt, we were with Roger. At that time we were attacked and he summoned a sea monster to destroy the big ship.”

“Roger said half-jokingly at the time. He said that if it wasn’t to make himself behave more normal, he could use a simple solution to solve the immediate crisis.”

“What way?” Triss asked curiously.

“A sword smashed it.”

Dandrien interrupted from the side.

“You are talking about a ship?”

Little eyes nodded.

“A big ship that can carry at least fifty soldiers on it.”

If she had changed her past, Triss would definitely laugh at Little Eyes for drinking too much fake wine in spite of her image.

But now…

Now that reality is magical enough, it seems to be more ridiculous.

“Watch!” Ye Naifa reminded everyone at this time.

Because the situation in the field has changed.

“What did you say?”

Lambert heard the muttering in his mouth recently from Roger.

At this moment, the young demon hunter felt as if he had broken up his three views. He even worried that Roger would suddenly grow scales and spit out a ball of fire.

“That’s not good, if the power is too exaggerated, it will be deified.” Roger muttered to himself and easily solved the other soldiers rushing up.

Of course the method used is exactly the same as before.

The shield was shattered along with the armor.

Seeing this, Wigoftz in the distance was already trembling, and there was even a trace of suspicion in his heart.

Was it really just because of luck?

Or that the other party allowed him to live.

Wigoftez didn’t dare to think about it anymore, he could only give orders continuously.

So the elf archers who had been preparing for a long time ushered in the first round of volleys.

The soldiers stepped back neatly, leaving the area covered by bows and arrows.

And Roger and the others were not so lucky. They would either move forward and abandon the stone bridge, but in this way they would face enemies dozens of times in all directions.

Or just step back and give up the only way.

At this very moment, a golden light flickered in mid-air and appeared over the stone bridge almost in the blink of an eye.

Then this golden light expanded rapidly.

Then the long and slender golden dragon appeared in mid-air.

With the force of the dive, the golden dragon’s wings closed and its body quickly rotated, and the flying bows and arrows made a crackling sound on its scales.

boom!

The earth shook, Bolki’s dragon tail swept across, swept the soldiers who approached him, and then he uttered a dragon chant from the sky.

“Dragon!”

“Golden dragon!”

The soldiers shouted loudly.

Wigoftz saw all this in his eyes, but the expression on his face was extremely calm, because he had anticipated it and made preparations for it.

On the battlefield, Roger looked up at the Golden Dragon in front of him.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’ll help!”

“unnecessary.”

Roger looked down at the stone bridge under his feet.

The snow on the bridge almost melted, and the moat below was packed with soldiers’ bodies.

“If you want, I can summon other companions to help.”

Bolch said.

“No, your goal is too big, it’s easy to get injured in battle.”

“this is what we are supposed to do.”

Bolch lowered his head.

“Go back, I appreciate your kindness, enough blood has been shed here, it’s time to end all this, those guys have paid the price.”

Just as they were talking, the elf archers started the second round of volleys.

“With invincible power and long life with a golden dragon as a mount, such a person no matter which king draws him to his side.”

“Then that country can easily grow up… and even unify North and South…”

The same thought flashed through many people’s minds.

“Can such a person really be killed?” Philippa muttered to herself.

“You can try the methods used by the sorcerers…” Wigoftez snorted coldly.

“The Demon Hunter and the Sorceress.”

“Order the final attack, he must be exhausted, don’t give him a chance to rest, there will be a legionary force coming here…”

“Be more sober, Wigoftez, the situation is different. For this kind of person who cannot be killed, do you think that the kings of various countries will continue to accompany you to go crazy?”

Philippa sneered.

“So?”

“Watching him grow and destroy our time?” Wigoftz asked rhetorically.

“We may be able to try to win him over.”

“Stop it, let me negotiate!”

Wigoftz shook his head, his heart was extremely panic, because he still couldn’t understand why he could escape under Roger’s hand in the first place.

“No, he must die!”

The invisible shadow shrouded Wigoftez almost out of shape. Seeing this scene, Philippa shook her head helplessly.

The Wigoftz in front of her was no longer the genius she knew.

“Whatever, can’t continue.”

“Enough people have died today!”

Philippa left the observation point, mobilized the power in the body, and then transmitted her own voice.

“Roger, the first demon hunter, your strength is amazing, and the companions around you.”

“I am Philippa Ahart, from the Sorcerer’s Hall. Your friends Yenapha and Triss are our companions.”

“I think we need to sit down and resolve today’s misunderstanding.”

“All of this is Nilfgaard’s conspiracy. We should not let this conspiracy continue. Perhaps for the first time in history, a warlock and a witcher can unite.”

The soldiers below seemed to have been ordered, and as Philippa’s voice sounded, they gradually stepped back.

“This bitch with only power in his heart!”

Ye Naifa couldn’t help cursing.

The offensive formation shrank, and Philippa wore a black cloak and rode forward on a maroon horse.

At the same time, she was still trying her best to distinguish the relationship between this war and herself, and deliberately or unconsciously mentioned the surrounding troop arrangement and the subsequent siege equipment shipped.

“So peace is good for both of us.”

“And I think you also let the whole world see the potential of the Demon Hunter, then you can definitely get rid of the destiny of the past and become the guests of all countries vying to win.”

Philippa racked his brains, trying to instigate vocabulary.

Seeing this woman with a honey-belly sword, everyone in the castle looked disgusted, but there was only one person, who was curiously curious.

Dandrien.

He recognized Philippa’s appearance.

The woman who was tuned by Roger wantonly and then erased her memory.

“How is it?” Philippa straightened her chest, exuding her invisible charm.

Seeing the white snow that was even more dazzling than the snow, Roger squinted his eyes, then snapped his fingers lightly.

A small voice echoed in the ears.

In the next second, the torrent of memories smashed through Filipba’s psychological defense.

At the same time, Roger smiled and waved to her.