"It's you, the witcher, that you and Geralt are working together to protect this girl."

"Not long ago, I once threw an olive branch to Geralt, but apparently he rejected my kindness, so what about you?"

"Hmm...... Roger, that's your name, right? How do you choose? ”

"I should have asked you this sentence."

Roger spoke, motioning for Ciri to step back.

Ciri glanced at Roger a little nervously, she didn't know this man, but she had heard Yennefer mention the other person's name by chance, it was a talented and powerful wizard.

At least much stronger than Yennefer.

"Heh, if it was last night, I might be willing to bother talking, but it won't be long before a lot of people find here, so ......"

As he spoke, Wigofortez opened his right hand.

But after a few seconds, there was silence in the courtyard, as if nothing had happened.

Ciri's face was full of confusion, but Wigofertze's surprise was even more on top of her.

Because his spell fails.

His face changed slightly, and he tried several ways again, and even made a hand mudra to recite a spell.

But just like before, there is no difference.

"You know I'm going to be here?"

"No, you're guarding against other warlocks?"

"It's an improvement of the Forbidden Ring, is this your hole card?"

"His spell is invalid!" Ciri also understood something, and couldn't help but shout excitedly.

Most wizards are physically weak, and some of them can show great melee attacks, but most of them are spell effects or strange potions.

Without magic, they are not much stronger than ordinary people.

And what about Roger?

In Ciri's mind, he is already the most powerful swordsman in the world, so the results speak for themselves.

Wigofortez frowned and looked around, as if looking for something, any spell that wanted to take effect would leave a mark. But at this moment, with his experience, he couldn't even find any problems.

But after three or two breaths, Wigofertez's frown furrowed.

"Do you think you've got a win?"

He turned and grabbed the hilt of his sword, pulling out the long sword that had been stuck in Cassirer's throat.

In general, Wigoferts was more accustomed to using a wand in his hand, which was not an ordinary wooden wand, and was even harder than steel.

"Geralt should thank me." Roger muttered quietly.

In the course of the original history, Geralt single-handedly stood in the way of Wigofortez in order to buy Ciri time to escape.

But it turned out to be the famous white wolf.

Wigofertz didn't use any spells, and with just his wand, he broke one of Geralt's leg bones, and almost left the witcher in bed forever for the rest of his life.

Wigofertz's strength is not only reflected in his magic skills, he is a truly talented genius who can even be said to be loved by the heavens.

He didn't spend his long life squandering enjoyment, but studying and improving himself, and even if he didn't use spells, his strength was terrifying.

So even though he knew that Roger was also a witcher, Wigofortez didn't have any panic in his heart.

"I've heard some of your stories, your love with mermaids, your love with poetess......"

"While love is a beautiful thing, it seems that you demon hunters will never live without women and, of course, legendary dragons."

"That may be true, maybe you can manipulate a dragon, but I'm going to tell you the witcher, all your accomplishments are a little trick in my eyes."

"Great warlocks created witchers, and we can destroy you in the same way."

"It's as simple as that."

Saying that, Wigofortez made a simple forward lunge, and the steel sword in his hand was lifted upward, this movement looked casual, but Roger could keenly perceive more than a dozen of them.

The witchers are known for their practical swordsmanship, and in fact most of their enemies are monsters, only occasionally facing mobs or idiots who don't want to pay.

When demon hunters fight their own kind, they often rely on their strong physical fitness to crush them head-on.

But Wigofortez is different.

The swordsmanship he learned was used to kill.

Perhaps the only threat to his safety in his mind was the witcher within five meters of him.

It's no wonder that Geralt also failed when he first met him.

After all, from the very beginning, each other's goals were different.

"Take a good look."

In the face of Wigofortez's attack, Roger actually had the heart to turn around and rush to Ciri, who was standing not far away, to remind him.

By this time, Ciri's mouth had opened wide in horror.

She didn't dare to let herself cry out, for fear that such interference would cost Roger his life.

Wigofortez was extremely fast, and his weapon was only half a palm's way away from Roger's throat as Roger spoke.

But his attack failed.

"Look closely, there will be no more fights like this."

In the nick of time, Roger moved sideways, dodging Wigofortez's attack with a small dodge, and at some point his weapon landed in his hand.

"It's a battle between the first and the second."

During these years, Wigofortez was the most skilled swordsman Roger had ever seen.

No, not swordsmanship.

Wigovertez should have put together a whole set of methods to kill people.

One of the two attacked, the other retreated, and Wigofertz was fierce with his sword. Roger, on the other hand, was unhurried, and Ciri was nervous at first, but after a while, he discovered a shocking fact.

Although Roger kept retreating, every step he took back seemed to be carefully calculated, which allowed the two to turn around and return to the starting point of the confrontation soon after.

It was clear that Wigovertz was aware of the problem, but the surprise in his heart was even greater, because at this time, he could not even do it with a simple retreat from the battle.

Roger's swordsmanship completely controlled the situation, forming a strange field in which there was no space to control, just the simplest move dismantling and timing judgment.

"What a scary fellow!"

Wigofortez knew he was wrong, and if nothing else, after three moves, he would have been hit with a sword in his left arm, followed by his right leg.

And finally, his throat.

He knew that even if he had the power of magic in this courtyard, the result would not be much better.

Because this man will not give him a chance to unleash the spell.

In such a narrow space, no one could dodge his sword.

Thinking of this, Wigofertz suddenly felt an inexplicable fear in his heart, since thirty years ago, when his swordsmanship and spells had reached a very high level, he once thought that there would be no creature in this world that could threaten his true safety.

That is until he meets Roger here.

"To kill him, you must kill him by all means!"

"Such a person cannot live."

Just as Wegofortez felt a little desperate, there was a sudden commotion at the entrance to the courtyard, followed by a group of Squirrel Party members in green tight-fitting battle suits rushing in.

The men in front were holding daggers and round shields, followed by several elven archers.

"Catch that girl!" Wigfertez shouted desperately.

He knew that this might be his only chance to escape.