After such a thing, the party could not continue, and everyone looked worried.

Roger didn't explain much about this, he knew that no matter what he said at this time, no one would believe it.

"Eskar, you go get ready."

Viselmir didn't want to sit still, but Roger clapped his hands when he heard this, attracting everyone's attention.

"Go to the top of the castle, I've got a gift for you."

"Gifts?" Everyone looked at each other, wondering why Roger was still in the mood to joke at such a critical juncture?

"Roger......" Viselmir stopped talking, but Roger only gave the latter a reassuring smile.

"I'm not going to joke with everyone's lives, go check it out, you'll understand."

There was a fire burning in the castle, but the wind was raging at the top of the tower, and a little snowflakes were already falling in the sky, and it would not be long before the wind and snow swept and covered the valley castle.

"What are you going to show us?"

Geralt couldn't help but be curious, and Roger smiled and didn't speak, stretching out his hand and pointing in the direction of the castle exit.

It was a narrow path, and only the shadows of the undulating peaks of the mountains could be seen in the darkness.

"Is there an escape tool here?"

Dandrion shrunk his neck, and although he was wearing a thick leather jacket, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his bones.

The bard knew that he had dressed enough, and the only reason he felt cold was his recent unbridled life.

Even if the girls of the Queen of the Night don't suck blood, they can take turns to fight, which is enough for Dandriendan's body to bear.

To be honest, Dandrion had already faintly regretted it at this time, and he felt that he should really leave with the red-haired sorceress just now.

"Is there a dragon hidden here?" Dandrion looked around, the darkness blurred, he couldn't see anything clearly.

"What the hell is it?!"

Roger's calm smile infected many people, and everyone speculated.

But at this moment, Ciri couldn't help frowning, and she glanced at Roger.

"What's wrong?" Geralt discovers the girl's anomaly.

"There's magic fluctuations, and someone casting spells nearby."

Ciri replied.

"They're really here and so close to us!"

Eskar's pupils had turned orange, and the darkness could not obstruct his vision, and in this environment, the slightest mistake of those warlocks would become the ghosts of his sword.

"Not here."

Ciri stretched out her hand and pointed in one direction.

"It's far from here, probably on the other side of the mountain."

Hearing this, everyone's faces changed.

The fact that Ciri could still be perceived at such a distance is enough to show how large this force is.

Buzz.

Immediately, the witcher badges hanging from everyone's necks all jumped, and at this moment, the dark night sky was torn by a cloud of white light.

In an instant, half of the sky was lit up.

"It's their magic volley!"

Geralt screamed violently, in the past, when Yennefer was tossed and lost all his physical strength after getting drunk, he couldn't help but tell Geralt about some of the things that happened in Soden Mountain.

The sorceress once said that she would never forget the brilliant light in the sky that night.

It was more beautiful than all the fireworks in the world.

And now Geralt saw the kind of light that Yennefer had described on the castle of Kellmohan.

He admits that Yennefer was right, and that the brilliant magical light was entwined with it, and it was indeed breathtakingly beautiful.

"Magic? Oh, my God! ”

"They're going to blow up Kyle Mohan!" Dandrion let out a strange cry and fell to the ground as he retreated.

The little eyes standing beside him also had a very ugly face.

"Run, hide!"

"Go down there!"

Dandrion ran in a panic in the direction of the stairs, but strangely enough, everyone seemed to be extremely calm except for him.

"It's too late......"

Viselmir spoke.

"Puff up your chest, at least die decently."

"Is this your gift?"

Eskar smiled bitterly, suppressing his instinct to run away.

Yes, it would be better to be able to meet death like this than to be attacked by a hidden arrow and then have your head cut off and hung on the city wall.

"What an amazing coincidence, do you remember?"

"A few years ago today, it was the day I first came to Kellmohan."

"The day of your death, too!" Lambert grinned, and finally couldn't help but say sarcastic.

Half of the sky was lit up, the light of magic was getting closer, and the entire castle was about to be covered with this terrible force, but Roger opened his hand.

Then everyone saw that the magic in the sky exploded like a bubble, and the energy that was enough to smash through the walls and burn the body disappeared without a trace.

There was light and shadow in front of me.

The little eyes even reached out curiously, letting the brilliance pass through their fingers.

But all she could feel was the cold wind at the top of the castle.

"It's so beautiful......"

"Are we dead?"

"Is this an illusion?" Dandrion held his head.

At this time, everyone realized the strangeness of the matter, and they all focused their eyes on Roger's face.

"I said it was a gift."

Roger smiled.

Geralt seemed to understand something.

"Is it the kind of forbidden magic that Triss mentioned?"

"When you were renovating the castle, you secretly completely remodeled the entire Kelmohan!"

"No, if the magic doesn't work here, Triss should have found out when she came before."

"Or is this completely under your control?"

"I see!" Viselmir also looked suddenly realised, and he laughed and stepped forward and patted Roger on the shoulder.

"And said you weren't prepared!"

"Sure enough, I knew you weren't a madman who wanted to die!"

Viselmir's voice was loud as he stood at the head of the city and pointed down.

"If the magic in the castle can't work, then these wizards and warlocks don't pose any threat to us, this side of the road is destroyed, and there is only one way to enter the castle."

"We're going to keep it there, and whoever tries to get through will pay a heavy price!"

Speaking of this, he sighed.

"It's a pity."

"If you had been here in the first place, the massacre of Kylemohan would not have happened, and similar witcher castles would not have declined."

"Then when we wander the world, we will be able to see more companions."

"Tell me what else you've prepared?"

"Let's tell us about it!"

Roger shrugged, "To be honest, I really didn't prepare anything, just ......"

"Hehe......"

Everyone sneered at the same time, and they all looked at Roger with strange eyes, and the expression seemed to be a silent contempt.

At this time, even Dandrion couldn't stand it.

"As a bard, it's my job to make up stories, but no matter how outrageous it is, I won't talk nonsense with my eyes open like you......"

The same scene, the people of Kylemohan who experienced it themselves were extremely shocked, but it was far away.

Triss climbed up the hillside, and saw Felipa and Wigofortez through the gaps.

And the many wizards who unleashed magic together, and were immersed in the powerful destructive power of magic.

At this moment, the collective lost their voices.

"It's cold."

A young warlock suddenly sighed.

They felt a chill to the bones at the same time.