"Don't come here!"

Philippa looked at Roger with a horrified expression, she had already remembered what she had experienced.

Although there was no physical torture, the feeling of powerlessness was something that Felipa will never forget.

"It's you!"

Thinking back to everything, only fear remained on her face, and this is when she began to understand how Wigofertz felt.

But taking a deep breath, Felipa still pretended to be calm.

"I'm here for peace, and by the way, you and the other witches behind you, we should sit down and talk openly, the future of the sorceress and the witchers is at stake."

"Oh?" Roger smiled.

"What conditions are you going to offer?"

"First of all, we will try to improve the official status of the demon hunters in various countries, at least there will be no ordinary people who will speak ill of you when you go out."

"Also, perhaps we should rebuild the castle here and start recruiting new Witcher apprentices, and the Sorceress' Guild is ready to provide you with basic help."

Felipa's mood gradually stabilized, and this moved into her area of expertise.

"Sounds good." Roger didn't care, but looked at the col in the distance.

"Where's Wigofortez, where is he?"

"Maybe it's gone." Felipa muttered.

"He instigated us to have this fight, rest assured, when the negotiations are over, we can openly try him for his crimes......"

"What about the others?" Roger interrupted Felipba, "What about the warlocks who attacked Kylemohan last night? ”

"Them?"

Filipa was stunned, "They just did what they were told, and there were a lot of them, and last night's attack didn't cause substantial damage to the castle. ”

"So you're going to leave it at that?"

Roger asked rhetorically.

The sorceress was speechless for a moment.

She had never seen such an occasion for negotiation, because as long as it could be negotiated, it was nothing more than a matter of how many conditions, but Roger seemed to be completely different from everyone he had met before.

"And what about your opinion?"

"Compensate some gold, or do some groundwork with spells?" Even Felipa herself felt a little ridiculous when she said it.

"No need."

"I'll do it myself."

Roger shook his head, but his calm attitude only made Felipa even more frightened.

"What are you going to do?"

"Kill everyone?" The sorceress screamed.

"We are not your enemies, and in fact if we cooperate with each other, there will be no force that can stand in our way."

"Stop whatever you're going to do, it only breeds hatred, and you may not care about their revenge, but what about your friends and companions?"

Roger stopped.

"Remember, this is just a warning, I hate trouble, so I'll only do this once."

"If you don't want to be the dust of this era, remember this moment."

"What did you say?"

Felipa looked confused.

The next moment, she saw Roger spread his hands and formed a familiar seal on his chest.

"It's the witcher's Igni."

"A little trick that can light a fire in the wild."

On the city wall, Yennefer muttered quietly.

Dandrien, who had been in contact with Geralt, was also very familiar with this, and once Geralt used this seal to repair a broken iron pot.

"If you tell them to run away now, it should be too late."

After saying the last sentence, Roger released the power in his body.

The next moment, a raging flame rose into the sky.

Caught off guard, Felipa was swept away by the raging heat, and her body rolled out of the snow, her hair loose.

It was covered in snow and stains.

"What is this?" Triss screamed.

Even from a long distance, they can feel the heat coming to their faces.

At this time, the snow around Roger had melted in an instant, and his whole body flew into the air, and there was a flame behind him.

Roger then waved his hand in a distant direction.

Like a meteorite falling, the burning flames advanced at an extremely fast speed, even though the sun had risen, but at this moment, the flames released by Roger were even more dazzling than the rising sun.

"Monster!"

"He's a monster from another plane!"

Everyone was in a mess, if the explosive power that Roger showed just now was just surprising, but at this moment, the flames he created with his wave of his hand shattered the perception of all the warlocks.

"Get out of here, get out of here!"

Someone shouted loudly, and then released the teleportation magic.

But in the next second, the chaotic space tore apart the spellcaster, and one of his companions was wiped out.

"Calm down!"

"Gather all your strength and defeat it, and we will have any hope of survival!"

At the moment of crisis, Wigofertez took the initiative to stand up.

His past image has accumulated a lot of prestige, so subconsciously everyone listens to his opinion.

And so a strange scene appeared.

The flames released by Roger fell, and at the same time, countless magical powers unleashed attacks on the flames that fell from the sky.

The powerful spells that the warlocks were confident in were vulnerable to Roger's power, and everyone felt a deep despair at this moment.

It seems like it's just a few breaths, and it's a long time to be desperate.

Finally the flames fell, piercing the earth.

Even after the attenuation of the warlocks, the powerful impact caused the earth to tremble.

Mountains rumbled in the distance.

Smoke billowed and the screams of warlocks were heard everywhere.

Philippa fell to the ground, her view obscured by the snow and smoke from the explosion, and she didn't even bother to get up from the ground.

Just looked at Roger with horror.

"What's that?"

Roger spread his hands.

"Ignifah, you know."

"Every one of us witchers does."

Roger replied calmly.

"Viselmir, are you teaching us a fake?"

Eskar's cheeks twitched, and his eyes filled with distrust as he looked at the old witcher.

"Yes...... Is it? ”

"That can't be, right?"

"That's how everyone learned when I was younger." As he spoke, he made a seal with his hands and pushed forward.

Call!

A fiery snake erupted from the palm of his hand.

But that's about it.

Even this change in energy went unnoticed by others.

After some time, the shaking of the earth stopped, and the distant scene became clearer.

At this point, the narrow path leading to Kellmohan was gone, replaced by a new passage carved through by flames.

On that path are warlocks who can't dodge.

Their corpses were not simply burned to ashes, but remained in place like black crystals, while still retaining the despair and posture before death.

The passage opened, and a cold wind poured in from afar, howling through the frozen corpses, and by the time they reached the castle, the sound had turned into an eerie noise.

It's mixed with the desperation of the warlocks.

At this time, Roger's body slowly fell, and he looked at Felipa who had fallen to the ground.

"Devil!"

"You're not human, you're the devil!"

The sorceress's mentality is broken.

"Why, a witcher's life is not a life?"

Lambert shouted.

"If it weren't for Roger, we would have been burned to death last night!"

There was silence all around, leaving only the scorching heat from afar.

From then on, everyone who enters Kellmohan has to pass through this path.

The outcome of the Second Kelmohan Massacre is documented here, and serves as an eternal warning to the world.

The witchers used it as a pilgrimage route.

At that moment, on the verge of the explosion, an embarrassed figure crawled out, and then he opened the teleportation channel and disappeared in place.

Stealing incense