"It's Wigfertz!"

"This scumbag!"

Felipa's face changed dramatically.

It was Wigofertz who used a special method to disrupt the stability of the surrounding space, so that no one could get out of here by teleporting.

Not long ago, he instigated everyone to confront Roger, but he dodged the core of the explosion, and when he saw that he was unstoppable, he lifted the blockade and left through teleportation.

This time, Roger caused more damage and shock than before.

The kind of power that can destroy the world at your fingertips will remain in everyone's hearts forever.

The warlocks who escaped were huddled.

The pride they had built up in their hearts was completely shattered, and the knowledge system they had built up in the past could not explain the power that Roger possessed.

The warlocks were still like this, and the ordinary soldiers had long since collapsed.

Both the elves and the Kodwin warriors threw down their weapons and ran towards the passage in the distance, leaving only Felipa who fell in place.

"What the hell are you?"

"You executioner, you butcher!"

"Are you going to be the enemy of all?"

Suddenly, Felipa leaped to her feet, then twisted sharply into an illusory owl, but Roger only held out his palm.

"Get down!"

"Be what you should be."

The owl fell on the snow and fluttered a few times, raising up the snow around it.

When everything subsided, a dark yellow earth dog appeared in the snow.

Roger forcibly changed Felippa's changes and froze her changes.

The dog's eyes widened, and the fear in its pupils could not be concealed, but it opened its mouth only to let out an unconscious whimper.

"There are many large beasts hiding in the mountains near Kellmohan, and you'd better run to a nearby city before the temperature drops completely, which is not a long distance for a bitche."

Roger kindly reminded.

"Oh yes, I forgot to tell you, the city is not safe after spring, you have to be careful not only to avoid the hungry victims, but also to watch out for the spring ...... Similar. ”

"Believe me, there are some things that feel completely different from forced harvesting."

"Of course, the most important thing is the number of people."

The dog whimpered, the cold around it making it shiver.

Seeing this scene, Yennefer and Triss, who were also sorceresses, felt a deep sense of malice and fear.

They couldn't imagine the chaos.

"Wigofertz fled, and the battle ended."

"I don't think he'll ever dare to fight Ciri's idea again, and the others should be intimidated." Geralt stepped forward.

"Nope." Roger shook his head.

"There are things that are completely different from the impact you feel when you hear them, and those kings will only think that the warlocks are, unless they put a knife on their necks."

Roger looked into the distance.

"What are you going to do?!" Geralt seemed to have guessed something.

Kill a king......

"Great, Roger!" Ciri deftly climbed down the wall, and she reached out and gestured as she rushed towards Roger. It's as if she's the witcher who's killing all directions.

The mighty army scattered away, and Felipa was also driven by fear to clamp her tail and run away, for her, whether it was far from the mountains or into a densely populated town, I am afraid that it is not a good choice for her.

The soldiers rushed to the blackened passageway, and at this point the danger was lifted, and the two Yennefers came below.

"You should find Wigofortez, he is very powerful, and he also has a lot of weird spells, Roger, and many times you don't need to actually kill someone to defeat him."

Yennefer reminded.

"He should have gone to two places, the secret castle or the ...... The palace of Emperor Nilfgaard. ”

Roger nodded.

"Go to him, and then solve the cause of everything!"

As he spoke, Roger opened his hands and tore them forward.

Laugh at!

The space in the distance was torn open like a cloth by Roger, and only then did the soldiers and warlocks who had just stepped into the burning passage realize that before their eyes, the towering mountains were gone, and it was not the cold wind of the valley that was blowing in front of them.

It's a slightly damp warmth.

It was a majestic castle.

Solemnity and solemnity represent the supreme power and status of the owner.

"It's Rock Graeme!"

Someone screamed and recognized the building in the distance, which was the summer residence of Emperor Nifgaard, and Nhil usually only visited there to escape the heat when the weather was hot.

"Illusion!"

Even the most inexperienced people know how far it has been from Kermohan to Nilfgaard.

Not to mention the outrageous size of the passage in front of you.

"What are you going to do?"

Geralt looked at Roger, "Destroy this castle with the flames you just had?" ”

"No, we're witchers."

Roger clenched the steel sword in his hand.

"The sword is our best weapon!"

As he spoke, Roger took a few steps forward, holding his sword in both hands and holding it high above his head.

It wasn't clear what Roger was going to do, but everyone knew that the next scene would be forever etched in their memories.

Indelible.

"I've got to leave something behind to remind those who come after."

At the same time, a picture emerges in front of everyone's eyes.

It was Enhil, who was gloomy and sat on the throne of power, and Wigofortez, who stood across from him, embarrassed.

They were in the deepest part of the palace, and from there they spanned more than miles to the edge of the city walls.

"You're going to kill them with a sword?" Ciri seemed to understand something, and asked with a quick breath.

She couldn't imagine what kind of swordsmanship it was.

Roger didn't answer, just swung the steel sword in his hand heavily and slowly.

"Whew!"

There was a soft sound in the air, dull and sharp.

"Can he really kill people in the air?"

Triss's voice trembled.

Ye Naifa's face was blank, and she was suddenly glad at this time, glad that she had made an impulsive choice last night.

"I don't know." Yennefer shook his head.

"Even if he splits the wall in a moment, I ......"

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Halfway through the sentence, the sorceress froze in place.

For in the distance, on the other side of the teleportation channel, the earth trembled, as if an invisible heaven-opening greatsword slashed through the edge of the castle.

A huge castle that was easily dissected.

The earth tore a hole, revealing a pitch-black abyss, and without the momentum of a landslide and a crack, everything was silent.

And at this moment, Wigofertz and Enhill seemed to feel something in the mid-empty shadow.

But before they could react.

In the next second, the secret room was split in two, and it was clearly revealed to the world!

Only then did Roger withdraw the steel sword in his hand and let out a breath.

Beneath his feet was a shallow trail that spread to the other side of the passage, where it suddenly enlarged.

The majestic Locke Graeme Palace was torn open like a corpse, and then the internal organs were exposed to the public.

The shocking scar that had left on the ground reached Enhil's feet, separating the centuries-old table in front of him, along with the chair that symbolized power.

Because of Roger's strength, everyone saw Enhil's expression at this time.

He sat on a half-broken throne with a pitch-black abyss at his feet.

Click!

There was a soft thud, and the crown on Enhil's head exploded, and the fragments cracked.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?!"

Ciri shuddered and asked everyone's thoughts.

Roger smiled and replied half-jokingly.

"New Year's swordsmanship."

"New Year's ......"

Ciri repeated the strange way of pronouncing it, her face blank.

What Roger didn't know was that because of his joke, for many years afterward, New Year's greetings became the most popular mantra in the world.

The warriors would meditate in their minds before setting out on the expedition, and the merchants would imitate the gesture of Roger wielding his sword when transporting goods.

It's just that instead of holding a sword in their hands, they hold a money bag, hold their hands together and hold it high above their heads, and then fall, lift and fall.

And so on and so forth.

Later, this posture was extended to many behaviors.

Even when asking for a child, the husband and wife will try to fit this posture as much as possible.

To be honest, if Roger knew that his unintentional words would have such a wide impact, he probably wouldn't have made such a joke lightly.

Whenever there is a request in their hearts, people will habitually make that action and say together: "New Year's greetings!" ”

Stealing incense