"Are you all crazy?"

"Stay here and die?!"

Triss looked incredulous, "Geralt, what are you going to do?" ”

The sorceress looked at the white wolf.

"I'm a witcher." Geralt's answer was neat.

"Crazy, you're crazy!"

"Do you know how much risk I took to get here, and Yennefer took on unimaginable pressure to give me a chance."

"But you ......"

"You fought in the Battle of Mount Soden." "There are some things that cannot be judged by simple right and wrong. ”

Triss was silent.

She is a warlock, with wealth, beauty and power, in fact, there is no need to fight to the death of ordinary people, after all, no matter which king is in power, it is almost inseparable from the dependence on warlocks.

But at the beginning, many people like Triss still stood in front of Nilfgaard's army without hesitation.

"It's different." Triss shook her head.

"At least we still have a chance to win the fight."

"And you ......" she didn't finish, but the meaning was already self-evident.

The people in the room were just waiting to die.

"It's not that bad, we're not going to lose."

Roger spoke.

But Triss had an elongated face, not even thinking of glancing at Roger.

In her mind, the cause of all this was because of Roger, and if Roger hadn't jumped out on his own initiative, Viselmir might have left.

So Lambert, Eskar, and Geralt......

She still couldn't understand what the group was doing.

"Well, since you're willing to stay, but the others." Triss looked at Little Eye and Dandrion and the others.

"Let them come with me."

Inexplicably, Triss actually had a sense of frustration.

"Leaving with you, now?"

Dandrion shook his head, "The blizzard is coming, and we'll freeze to death outside." ”

Perhaps this was the real reason why the bard chose to stay, and Triss was aware of it.

After a moment of silence, she could only grit her teeth.

"I'm trying to prepare a teleportation spell, but my power is limited, and I can only take at most one person at a time......"

Roger didn't stop it when he saw it, after all, Triss's intentions were also excellent, but he knew very well that Triss's magic would not succeed.

Because, they have come.

Sure enough, after a moment, Triss cursed a few words with a grim face, "My spell has been interfered with, the wizarding group may have come, how did they do it?" ”

"It's not something that one or two people can do with such a large distraction."

Triss soon realized that there was another problem, and if the big army had really arrived, her departure would ......

"Hurry back!" Geralt spoke.

The sorceress's heart warmed, but soon she heard Geralt's second admonition.

"Yennefer is still there."

"You must be careful......

"What if...... If I could leave alive...... I'll go find her. ”

Geralt's expression was unusually determined and serious.

He had a hunch that this time he might not be able to withstand this difficulty.

"What about me?!"

Triss squeezed Geralt's palm violently, skin rubbing against each other's expressions.

"Your body doesn't lie, Geralt, you ......"

"Don't say it, don't say it." Geralt couldn't look inside himself.

"I understand the affection between you and Yennefer, believe me, she is just as important in my heart, but for now I just want to ask you one question."

"What if...... If our acquaintance preceded you and Yennefer, would you still be like this? ”

Geralt's tense face disintegrated, and he glanced up at the sorceress, then saw the smile on Triss's face.

"Don't say anything, I see."

From Geralt's eyes, Triss had got the answer she wanted.

At this moment, she felt a heartfelt joy, and suddenly understood why Yennefer was still willing to eat despite the pain.

"I'll take a good look at your Yennefer."

Triss let go of Geralt's hands, put her hood back on, and quickly disappeared into the night.

Outside the castle, the wind was howling, the clouds were extremely low, and a snowstorm seemed to be ready for any moment.

"Tell me, Roger, what have you done to prepare?" Viselmir said with a smile.

"From what I know of you, since I have already guessed this kind of thing, then I will definitely not do nothing."

"Ready?"

Roger shrugged and lifted the flask in his hand.

"I've only prepared enough wine for two winters of wine."

The smile on Viselmir's face froze when he heard this.

Preparation, what to prepare?

Roger was puzzled.

Ready to choose a way for them to die?

…………

"Wigolfertz, I hope you will remember your promise."

Felipa propped her hands on the table, on which was a map of the neighborhood of Kellmohan.

Not long ago, in the Sunnid Island incident, the two were still tense, but at this time they came together again.

Although it was within the territory of Kodwin, Felipa was a prominent figure in the Sorceress' Guild and was able to make decisions on behalf of the others.

"Don't worry, all I have to do is kill that Roger, and if I find that girl, she's yours!"

In order to seek this cooperation, Vigofortez persuaded Francesca and paid a heavy price for it.

In the eyes of outsiders, Wigofertz at this time was strange and terrifying, and there was only fierceness left on his emaciated cheeks, and the fire of revenge burning in his eyes.

"Any teleportation magic will not take effect within this range." Felipa casually drew an area on the map, then glanced up at Wigofortez.

"That thing you provided is useful."

"In addition, there are soldiers guarding the important passes that must be passed, not to mention a few demon hunters, even if their number increases ten or twenty times, there is no chance of survival."

"And I hope you can understand that those troops only play a defensive role, and really attack ......"

"Don't worry, I have other arrangements for the people who attack the castle." Wigofertz's face was hideous.

After months of trying, he was almost utterly disappointed.

Although Wigofortez is not obsessed with beauty, there are some things that can be dispensed with, but cannot be without.

The thought of having to learn to adapt to changing the way he urinated for the rest of his long life made Wigoferez tremble.

"When are you going to start attacking?"

Felipa then asked.

"When?" Wigofertz suddenly sneered.

"The offensive has begun, haven't you noticed the fluctuations in the energy released by the magic?"

At this moment, the curtain of the accompanying tent was slammed open, and a sorceress rushed in with fluttering snowflakes.

Philippa...... They...... They ......"

"I saw it!"

Felipa's face was gloomy, and through the crack in the curtain she saw the light of magic illuminate the sky.

The furious force dragged the tail light of destruction and crashed into the valley of Kylemohan.

"Destroy!" Wigofertz clenched his fists, and there was no revenge in his eyes, but a carefully hidden apprehension.

Just then, Triss slid down the hillside, and just as she was away from Kylemohan, a magical light from the sky lit up her face.

"No!"

The sorceress's face changed wildly, her body fell to the ground in fright, she didn't care about the cold and pain, and rushed in the direction where Kylemohan was.

Under this attack, the witcher will become history, along with the castle.