"Where's Yennefer? Why didn't she come with you? ”

Geralt was focused on something else, as he vaguely guessed something from Triss's panicked expression.

"She can't leave, Felipa is very close to her, she has found an opportunity to tell me all this news secretly, and she told me to tell you to leave here quickly."

"Don't you know why they're attacking here in Wigofortez?"

Geralt then asked.

"Yennefer didn't mention it, she also just got the news, it seems that someone is deliberately avoiding us, just that the plan was proposed by Wigofortez, and he seems to have agreed to some conditions for Felipa."

Triss explained.

"It's supposed to be for me."

The two voices said in unison, and everyone looked for a voice, and Ciri took the initiative to stand up and glanced at Roger.

"He's always wanted to get me back, and this time it's probably for that reason."

"No, if it's for you alone, he doesn't have to make such a big fuss."

Roger smiled, "He was trying to get revenge, and although we fought for a short time, I left him with almost irreparable wounds. ”

"What's more important is that there is a certain method I used that made him feel real fear."

"How?" Lambert was a little strange.

"I did a little trick to make it impossible for Wigofortez to perform any magic in the entire compound."

"Is there anything strange about that?" Lambert was still a little puzzled.

"The Forbidden Bracelet has always been ......"

"No, it's different!"

Triss's face changed suddenly, and there was a faint fear in her eyes when she looked at Roger.

She'd heard of similar methods, but they were either cumbersome to prepare or required a precious medium for spellcasting.

And what about Roger?

Does this legendary number one demon hunter have some kind of forbidden demon method that can be popularized on a large scale?

If that's the case.

Suddenly, Triss understood Wigofertz's concern.

If it were her, I'm afraid she wouldn't be able to let this happen.

"So he's going to kill us all?"

The scar on Eskar's face twitched, but surprisingly there was no anger.

They were dancing at the tip of a knife, earning a pittance and suffering the contempt of everyone all the time, so it didn't seem strange to hear that someone was going to kill all the witchers.

Scold......

"I've been with Ciri for most of the last six months, and we've managed to block almost all of my divination abilities, I want to ......"

"I think that since he can't find us, he will retreat and plan to start with the people around me." Roger explained.

"You know they're coming?" Viselmir looked at Roger.

"I'm just guessing."

"That's why you're bringing everybody here this winter."

Roger nodded.

"It would have been a safe fortress." Viselmir let out a sigh, "You made the right decision, Roger, but Wigolfertz is crazy. ”

"He was going to wipe this valley out of the valley along with us and this castle."

"Well, looks like we're going to have to get out of here." There was sadness in Viselmir's eyes.

He was the only witcher to have survived the Kelmohan massacre.

At that time, Viselmir was able to survive not because he was strong, but because he was lucky enough to go out and leave when he was attacked.

After living for so many years, encountering something similar again, but still having to choose to escape, Viselmir was somewhat sad.

What's more, because of Roger's arrival, the entire interior of the castle has been redecorated to be clean and tidy, more like a home.

"Pack up, pack the necessary things, and we'll head out overnight!" Viselmir quickly collected his mood and made a decision.

"Let's go, I'll stay."

Roger spoke.

Everyone turned their heads to look at him in amazement.

"It's no surprise that his target is me, and if he can't find me, something like this will happen, and if we're scattered around, it's actually easier to be broken by each one."

"So I stay......"

"What nonsense are you talking about?!"

Viselmir was furious.

"Roger, it's not just one or two people attacking here, it's the entire wizarding group, and there are even those kings and nobles behind it."

"Even if you can kill ten or twenty, it's already a war."

"One person can't influence a war."

"What are you going to do?" Geralt looked calmer, "Let Borch help?" ”

"Or some other dragon?"

"Here's your hole card, Roger."

"But dragons aren't invincible, and even if their scales are good resistance to magic, how many rounds can they get?"

At this time, Triss also suddenly spoke, "I have participated in the Battle of Mount Soden, and the magic salvo of the Warlock Group can be called devastating, and no matter how many dragons there are, they will be killed. ”

"Don't say it, I'm not leaving."

Roger shook his head, "It's all going to end here." ”

"I'm more relieved that you're safe to leave."

Although Roger was confident that it would be better for everyone to stay here, he knew that saying something similar at this time would only be regarded as crazy by everyone.

"Then take care!" Seeing Roger's resolute attitude, Triss could only casually admonish.

"Let's go, let's get going." She urged again.

At this time, a figure in the crowd stopped in place.

The crowd turned their heads to look.

"Viselmir ......"

Geralt's face changed slightly.

"Let's go, I'll stay with Roger."

Viselmir made an important decision, and his back became a little more erect at this moment.

But what Viselmir did was not only moved in Roger's eyes, but also helpless.

"This is Kyle Mohan, I've already escaped once, and I can't escape a second time."

"That's not an escape!"

"Let's go with everyone." Roger could only persuade helplessly.

"Roger, I understand that you want to live and die with this castle, you are the first witcher, and now you have to face the fate of all witchers going extinct......"

"Yes, you can see that the wizard is united with all the kings and nobles, and there is no place for us except this castle."

"Even if we can escape this time, what about the aftermath, wandering in a never-ending pursuit, and then being shot by a cold arrow and dying in a stinking ditch?"

"Or is the avatar on the wanted list in the tavern, along with the monsters we've hunted?"

"You can see clearly, Roger."

"So I'm not going to leave."

As soon as Viselmir finished speaking, all the witchers in the audience fell silent.

And Roger could only open his mouth helplessly, looking at Viselmir's brain in amazement.

To be honest, he really just didn't want to explain, so that they wouldn't act impulsively and be distracted.

Where is the sentiment and realm in the mouth of Viselmir?

"I'll stay too!" Lambert tore his throat open.

"What are you talking so loud for?" Eskar sneered.

"I had no intention of leaving."

"And me, and me!"

Hearing the last voice, everyone looked for the sound, and it turned out to be Dandrion holding the lute.

Being watched by everyone, Dandrion puffed out his chest.

In later poems, Dandrion describes how the poet felt as if he was being favored by the gods.

A splendid mess.

(End of chapter)