"He's dead?"

Buhut pinched the bushy beard on his chin, not noticing that his fingers trembled slightly.

Although almost everyone doesn't like Ike that well because of their beliefs and personalities, no one will ignore the strength of the other party because of this.

In this era, those who can survive may be crazy, but they will certainly not be too weak.

But it was only for a moment, and no one even figured out what was going on, as if Ike was riding a horse and crashed into it, and then he flew high and didn't know if he was alive or dead.

And his military horse, which had a fine pedigree, was also in a different place.

"Because it's a fair matchup, he's still alive." Roger spoke, not a single trace of blood on his sword, not even where he was standing.

"Next." He repeated again.

This time, no one dared to underestimate his strength.

"Everyone, get ready, to hell with that damn knight duel!" Lord Girensteen said viciously.

But at this moment, Nedamir, who had not spoken, suddenly shouted.

"Find someone to drag Ike back, and then we'll get out of here!"

Gironsteen looked up sharply, "Your Excellency......"

"Shut up and do what I say!"

"It's a farce, but thankfully this ridiculous journey has taught me one thing, I don't need to use a dragon to please the fat princess of Holopel."

"We have mighty knights and countless warriors, whether we want it or not, if I want to, that place will be mine."

As he spoke, he slammed his horse's belly, "Go back, I can't wait to see the faces of the nobles of Holopel." ”

In Nedamir's eyes, the so-called dragon was just a bargaining chip, and now that he seemed to have sorted things out, he didn't want to waste any more time.

In this way, a group of people hugged Nedamir and left, and the number of people who remained was immediately much rarer.

"What about us?" A dwarf muttered quietly.

"Who cares about him?" Bucht snorted.

"Even if no one pays, isn't that dragon a treasure?"

"A dragon's skin alone is worth a lot of money, not to mention its teeth and bones......"

"You executioners!" The magician Doregaray jumped out again, "Every creature has a value to exist, learn to live peacefully with them......"

"Phew!"

Before Dorigaray could finish speaking, a mouthful of thick phlegm stuck to the upper of his shoe.

"Honorable Magician, would you like to give it a try? See if you can chant the spell faster or if my greatsword will split your head first. ”

Dorigare's face froze, and the next moment his hands were violently pulled behind his back, and soon the whole person was tied up.

"Be quiet, I don't want to kill you."

"Now...... then," the dwarves turned to look at the other handful of people present.

Undoubtedly, among all the forces, the dwarves are the most numerous, and they also occupy an absolute advantage.

"Help me persuade your companion, for your sake, I don't want my spell to fall on him."

Yennefer looked at Geralt.

"You're not short of money, what are you here for?" Geralt frowned.

"Roger is my friend, and I don't want anyone to hurt him even if he doesn't need to, so if I stand in his way, will you attack me in the same way?"

"Don't force me, Geralt, don't force me to make any choices!"

"I want that dragon, I have to get it!"

"Any...... No one can stop me, including you! ”

"Tell me what the hell are you for?" Geralt knew that Yennefer was a powerful sorceress, but he knew Roger's strength better.

What these people are seeing is only the tip of the iceberg.

Ye Naifa's eyes flickered, and his gaze quickly became gentle.

"Even if it's for my sake, persuade your friend, whatever he needs, I can make it up to him, I need that dragon because he can help me change...... Or rather, tinkering. ”

Yennefer was vague.

"You know, there are some sorceresses who would be exceptions, they can be like normal women...... So the traumatic process may not be completely irreversible. ”

"That means I still have a chance."

"You should know how much I wish I could be like a normal woman...... If I get this dragon, I'll be able to ...... Kid ......"

"Give up your illusions, Yennefer." Geralt let out a sigh.

"No, Geralt, I have to try once, no matter how hopeful, so, disappear from my sight!" There was a surge of power in Yenaifa's body.

"Don't force me to hurt you!"

"No!" Geralt shook his head firmly.

"I'm not afraid that you will hurt me, but that you will be ...... by Roger Listen to me, although Roger is also a demon hunter, he is different from us. ”

Geralt glanced sideways, but at the moment of his distraction, his body tightened inexplicably, and then the faint chant of Yennefer sounded in his ears.

"Roger......

He couldn't help but shout before he fell to the ground, and among all of them, Roger was the only one who understood the meaning of the shout.

At this time, Al Panzigrin and the others had already raised their weapons and rushed towards Roger.

He was rushing ahead, but the person behind him was faster than him.

It was none other than the fierce-looking Bucht.

"Can I still see this as a fair duel?" Roger smiled.

"Poor witcher, you should listen to our advice, it's a pity you don't have a chance now!"

Bucht was short in stature but fast, and the dwarves were known for their strength, striking swiftly with a wide greatsword slashing straight at Roger's head.

At the same time, Yennefer, who had Geralt under control, did not join the battle, but avoided the area where everyone was fighting and ran directly to the heart of the mountain.

She always remembered the purpose of her trip.

It was the green dragon, not Roger.

"Damn, somebody help me stop that bitch!" Al Panzigrin angrily scolded.

He wanted to lead someone to stop him, but in the next second, Bhutt, who was originally rushing towards Roger, changed direction the moment he met Roger.

The giant sword in his hand slammed directly into the charging Yarpanzigrin.

"Eyes wide, see clearly!"

Alpanzigrin roared, but Bucht was even more surprised than he was.

He didn't know what had just happened, the weapons of the two were wrong, and the strength of his whole body was uncontrollable.

Seeing that Yennefer was about to rush into the valley, suddenly a strong wind swept and a deafening roar came from the valley, and Yennefer was caught off guard and was overturned to the ground.

The furious sound shook everyone's ears.

Then they saw a golden cloud rise in the valley not far away.

No, that's not a cloud.

"It's a dragon!"

"A golden dragon!"

On the hill, a golden beast was entrenched, its little head in front of its bulging chest, its slender neck drawing a perfect arc, and its tail wrapped around its outstretched claws.

Then they saw the golden dragon dip its graceful neck down and come in front of Roger.

"It's over?" Roger smiled and jumped up.

The golden dragon let out a low roar.

"I don't need your help, but I want to say thank you!"

The golden dragon lifted his neck, and Roger's figure was raised with it.

He looked down at the crowd at his feet like a god's mansion.

In the distance, Dandrion let out a shrill cry like that of a male animal after being castrated.

"Oh my God!"

"He's not lying."

"He's riding it!"