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

"See? This is Roger's true strength! ”

"That wasn't magic?!"

Triss's eyes widened, and even Yennefer looked confused.

"I said, this is Roger's true strength!" Ciri jumped up excitedly, like a little girl showing her beloved toys in front of her peers.

"There's no way his body can burst out with such power, unless he's a dragon......"

Yennefer muttered to himself.

"Of course he's not a dragon, but he's the number one witcher, and I've only seen anything like that once, but then Roger lied to me that it was just a hallucination."

"I remember!" The little eyes also echoed from the side.

"The last time we were in the sea, Dandrian Geralt, we were with Roger, and we were attacked, and it was he who summoned the sea monster to destroy the big ship."

At that time, Roger half-jokingly said that if it wasn't for the sake of acting more normal, he could solve the current crisis with a simple solution.

"What's the solution?" Triss asked curiously.

"A sword slashed it."

Dandrion interjected from the side.

"You're talking about a ship?"

Little Eyes nodded.

"A large ship that can carry at least fifty soldiers on it."

If it had been the other day, Triss would have drunk too much fake wine despite the mockery of her image.

But now......

Since the reality is magical enough, it seems to be more outrageous.

"Watch out!" At this time, Ye Naifa reminded everyone.

Because the situation in the field has changed.

"What did you just say?"

Lambert was closest to Roger and heard him muttering.

At this moment, the young witcher felt as if his eyes were shattered, and he even feared that Roger would suddenly grow scale armor and open his mouth to spit out a ball of fire.

"That's not good, if the power is too exaggerated, it will be deified." Roger muttered to himself as he casually dealt with the other soldiers who rushed up.

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

The shield was shattered along with the armor.

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

Was it really just luck that I was able to survive in the first place?

Or did the other party allow him to live?

Wigofortez didn't dare to think about it anymore, he could only keep giving orders.

So the elven archers, who had been preparing for a long time, ushered in the first volley.

The soldiers retreated neatly, leaving the area covered with bows and arrows.

And Roger and the others were not so lucky, they either advanced and abandoned the stone bridge, but in this way they would face dozens of times the enemy in all directions.

Or just go back and give up the only way.

At this moment, a golden light swept through the air, and appeared over the stone bridge almost in the blink of an eye.

Then this golden light expanded rapidly.

Then the golden dragon, which had always been slender, appeared in mid-air.

With the power of the swoop, the golden dragon's wings folded and its body spun rapidly, and the arrows that flew from it crackled against its scales.

Rumble!

The ground shook, and Borch's dragon tail swept away, sending the approaching soldiers flying, followed by a dragon groan from the sky.

"Dragon!"

"Golden Dragon!"

The soldiers shouted loudly.

Wigofortez saw all this, but the expression on his face was extremely calm, because he had expected it and had prepared for it.

On the battlefield, Roger looked up at the golden dragon in front of him.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to help!"

"It's not necessary."

Roger looked down at the stone bridge beneath his feet.

The snow on the bridge deck had almost melted, and the moat below was crowded with the corpses of soldiers.

"If you're willing, I can summon the rest of my companions to help."

Borch said.

"No, your target is too big, and it's easy to get injured in battle."

"That's what we're supposed to do."

Borch lowered his head.

"Go back, I appreciate your kindness, there's enough blood shed here, it's time to end this, those guys pay the price."

As they spoke, the elven archers fired a second volley.

"With invincible strength, a long life, and a golden dragon as a mount, such a person can draw him to his side no matter which king pulls him in."

"Then that country can easily grow...... and even the unification of the ...... of the north and the south"

The same thought flashed through the minds of many.

"Is there really a way for such a person to be killed?" Filipa muttered to herself.

"You can try the usual methods of sorceresses...... Wigofortez snorted.

"Witchers and sorceresses."

"Give the order to launch a final attack, he must be tired, don't give him a chance to rest, there will be a legion of troops here in the future......"

"Sober up a little Wigofortez, the situation is no longer the same, for this kind of person who can't be killed, do you think the kings of various countries will continue to accompany you to madness?"

Felipa sneered.

"So what?"

"Watch him grow and then destroy our time?" Wigofertz asked rhetorically.

"We might try to win him over."

"Stop, let me negotiate!"

Wigofortez shook his head, terrified as he couldn't figure out why he had been able to escape with Roger in the first place.

"No, he must die!"

The invisible shadow shrouded in a filip of emotion, making Vigofortez almost lose his temper, and seeing this scene, Felipa shook her head helplessly.

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

"Whatever, I can't go on any longer."

"Enough people have died today!"

Felipa left the observation point, mobilized the power within her, and then relayed her voice.

"First Demon Hunter Roger, your strength is amazing, and your companions around you."

"I'm Felipa Earhart, from the Sorceress's Guild, and your friends Yennefer and Triss are our companions."

"I think it's necessary for us to sit down and resolve today's misunderstanding."

"It's all a Nilfergaard conspiracy, we shouldn't let this conspiracy continue, maybe for the first time in history, warlocks and witchers can unite."

The soldiers below seemed to be given orders, and as Felipa's voice rang out, they gradually stepped back.

"This bitch who only has power in his heart!"

Ye Naifa couldn't help but curse.

The attacking formation shrank, and Philippa, draped in a black cloak, rode forward on a maroon warhorse.

At the same time, she was still trying her best to dissociate herself from this war, and consciously or unconsciously mentioned the surrounding troop deployment and the subsequent siege equipment.

"So peace is good for both of us."

"And I think you have also made the whole world see the potential of witchers, so you will definitely be able to escape your past fate and become a guest of honor for all countries."

Philippa racked her brains and used her incendiary vocabulary.

Seeing this woman with a sweet mouth and a sword, everyone in the castle looked disgusted, but there was only one person, but he was curious and strange.

Dandrien.

He recognized Felippa's appearance.

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

"How?" Felipa puffed out her chest, exuding her invisible charm.

Looking at the snow-white white, which was more dazzling than snow, Roger narrowed his eyes, and then snapped his fingers lightly.

A subtle sound echoes in your ears.

In the next second, the torrent of memories broke through Felipa's psychological defense.

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

Stealing incense