"I knew it!"

"Liar, this damn liar, when did he get around ahead of us?" Bucht jumped to his feet in frustration.

"Is there any other shortcut, does that mean that the dragon has been destroyed?"

This is the first question that comes to mind for dwarves.

"Roger, why are you here?" Geralt also looked puzzled, and at the same time his heart sank, as if something terrible was about to happen.

Roger smiled, but did not answer Geralt's question, at this time, the distance between everyone and Roger was hundreds of meters, but in the next second, I didn't see how Roger strained, but his voice clearly came into everyone's ears.

"I've changed my mind."

As he spoke, he casually pointed to the three forks in the road behind him.

"There are only three exits to this valley, to the east to Holopel and to the west to Kagoon. You can leave along those two paths, but you are not allowed in the northern valleys. ”

"Because I forbid you to do that."

"Now, the dragon is mine."

Except for the wind passing through the valley, there was an eerie silence around them for a long time after Roger finished speaking.

Buchhot's eyes widened, rubbing the bushy beard of his chin, and then he looked at his companion beside him.

King Nedamir was still sitting on horseback, his face as majestic as ever, while beside him, Girenstino was dazed.

The magician Doregare, who advocated the equality of all beings, frowned, no one could guess what he was thinking at this time.

The sorceress Yennefer, on the other hand, looked at Geralt with a smile in her eyes.

Although their ranks looked chaotic and Nedamir's large army was completely cut off, there were dozens of people present at this time.

And among them are warlock dwarves, as well as well-armed warriors.

And across from them, there was only one.

The next moment, as if everyone had agreed, suddenly burst into laughter.

"Haha, did this guy get his head burned in the trial?"

"Listen to what he just said, oh oh, but not in the north, because I don't allow it!" Bucht laughed wildly, as if he couldn't even hold the greatsword in his hand, while pretending to imitate Roger's tone just now.

"Fuck off, you damn bastard!"

Gillon Stino, the manager, opened his throat, "Do you know who you're up against?" ”

"Keep your eyes open and see clearly that you are fighting against the great King Nedamir!"

"Ridiculous clown, get out of the way with your two broken swords!"

In order for his words to reach Roger's ears clearly, he had to muster up all his strength, and said that because of the bad breath in the back, the poor steward coughed violently, and the momentum just now suddenly fell.

"Hey, Geralt."

"For the sake of our friendship, you can go up and lead your fellow idiots down, it's getting late." Alpanzigrin looked at it pretendedly.

"We'll have to get into the mountains as soon as possible to find the dragon, but I have to say that the relaxation before this battle is really pleasant." After saying that, he looked at Dandrien, who was wearing a crooked hat.

"Great poet, learn hard, this witcher is much better at funny than you, I don't think anyone wants to listen to your lame rhyming poems anymore."

"Go ahead, Geralt, we'll give you a little time."

Arpanzigrin urged.

But Geralt didn't move, unlike the others, his expression was serious, and this also caught Yennefer's attention.

She knows Geralt.

"It's not a joke, your friend he's serious?"

Geralt nodded, and among the people present, he was the only one who knew Roger's strength best.

No, Geralt suddenly remembered what Viselmir had said.

No one knows how strong the First Hunter Demon is, all we see is what he's willing to show us.

Although he didn't know why Roger was interested in a green dragon, the terrifying creature might not be any different from a lamb in Roger's eyes.

But since he said it, he will definitely be able to do it.

Because he has the strength.

"Hey, Geralt, what are you thinking?"

"Wait until we help you drag him down, I don't like this guy at all, it's hard to guarantee that there won't be a physical altercation."

"Who's with me, lads?!" Bucht shouted.

"Wait a minute."

Geralt suddenly spoke, "I'll ask." ”

He wanted to try to make a last-ditch effort, or it wouldn't be long before the valley would be bleeding.

He didn't know Roger, but there was a terrible shadow hidden in this seemingly gentle man.

"Roger......" Geralt slowly walked over to Roger, "you want that green dragon?" ”

"No, I'm not interested in any dragons."

"But I don't want anyone near her."

"You're protecting it?"

"Sort of." Roger mumbled.

Seeing the expression on Roger's face, Geralt knew that there was no way to get better today.

In fact, Borch was here because he was summoned by the green dragon, who was in production and could not protect his children while being besieged.

And Roger is to help Borch divert his attention so that he can have time to deal with the green dragon after production.

At the same time, Roger was also recognized by Borch, as well as ......

Roger touched the golden horn on the pendant on his chest and slowly stood up.

"A fair matchup?" He picked up a sword stuck in the ground.

"Do you come together, or one by one?"

His expression was relaxed, and he didn't pay attention to the enemy on the other side at all.

"Die, you goddamn liar!"

Bhutt clenched the greatsword in his hand and stepped forward briskly on his short legs, surrounded by his dwarven brothers like him.

Truth be told, it was supposed to be very oppressive, but they were so short that they had to pick up the pace in order to increase their speed.

This makes the whole charge seem ridiculous.

"Get out of the way, Geralt! Otherwise, I will solve it with you, and no one can stop my attachment to gold coins!! ”

But at this moment, with the crisp sound of horses' hooves, a knight in silver armor rushed forward with a spear in hand.

"I will not allow anyone to defile the glorious duel in front of me unless they step over my corpse, Demon Hunter, say your name and let me be your opponent!"

"Evil must be eradicated, I, Ike of Denensler, will judge you and then slay the evil Green Dragon!"

"Shit, who's going to pull this guy with a head full of feces away!" Bucht said scoldingly.

However, seeing that someone was willing to do it for him, he only scolded a few words, spat and retreated.

"Good luck, witcher, at least your body won't be chopped in half by me!"

By this time, Ike had finished saluting Roger, so he put down his armor, raised his spear, and slammed the horse's belly with his foot.

"Come on, witcher!"

"I guess the poor creature will have his head crushed by a horse's hooves."

"No, maybe it's the muzzle of a spear through the chest."

"Haha!"

The dwarves discussed with great interest.

But before their laughter could stop, Ike in silver armor flew high to the sound of the neighing of his horses.

The next moment the blood rushed to the sky, the horse's head fell, and the stinking blood stained the white stone ground red.

At this time, everyone only had time to turn their heads to see Roger shake off the blood stains on the long sword, and his attitude was calm.

"Next."

There was silence in the field.