"Am I dazzled? In front of me was a golden dragon. ”

"A dragon that only exists in legends!"

"Shut up, young man." Bucht said nonchalantly.

"It doesn't matter what color it is, the physiology of these things is the same, boys, we can celebrate on this golden dragon's corpse in a few minutes!"

"Its skin may be worth more than all the dragons we've hunted in the past combined!"

"This guy might have some weird magic." As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Yennefer.

"It seems that we need to join forces for the time being, what do you say, honorable Lady Yennefa?"

At this time, Roger also learned what had happened from Borch, and with the little time he helped delay, Borch had already dealt with the female dragon and her cubs after giving birth.

"So this farce is over?"

Roger's palm rested on the scales around the golden dragon's neck.

"Then let's go and take a look at the place you mentioned."

The golden dragon is one of the most special species in the world.

They are not a certain category such as green dragons, red dragons, and black dragons, but they are mutated in the entire group.

And this trait will not be passed on.

They can transform into the form of any creature, are fluent in a variety of languages, and are more like children of the world no matter how they look.

In fact, they are indeed some kind of choice of the will of the world.

Only one golden dragon can exist.

The former Ophelia left here with a fate, and then a new golden dragon would be born in the entire race.

The golden dragon is the equivalent of the king of the dragon family, and they are obligated to help their own people when they are persecuted.

Just like what Borch did before.

The deeds of each golden dragon will be recorded in the dome of the dragon clan.

In fact, what happened between Nilfgaard and the Northern Coalition was only happening in one corner of the world, across the straits and mountains, and beyond the world.

"We still have a little bit of trouble to deal with before we leave."

Looking at the dwarves below who were gearing up, Roger's eyes narrowed slightly, and the next moment with a deafening dragon roar, feeling Roger's heart, the golden dragon jumped down from the hill and roared into the crowd.

"Bang!"

The earth shook, but the dwarves scattered and fled when the golden dragon fell, and it has to be said that they do have a lot of combat experience, and they know how to dodge when fighting a large creature like a dragon.

"Trap it, don't let it run away!"

Bucht shouted, and the surrounding dwarves threw their nets, and at that moment, Roger jumped off the dragon with his sword.

"Catch him! Catch him and we might be able to get the dragon under control! Alpanzigrin shouted.

It dawned on him that owning a living dragon was far more precious than killing it and selling it for money.

While the others were busy trapping the golden dragon, Arpanzigrin rushed towards Roger with Bucht and the others, but this time they didn't notice the hint of murder flashing in Roger's eyes.

"Do it, Yennefa!" While attacking, he did not forget to shout.

But as soon as the words fell, Alpanzigrin felt a flower in front of him, and then a sharp pain hit his wrist, Roger's movements were not fast, and even every detail could be easily captured by him.

But for some reason, he paid a heavy price in the face of this seemingly non-threatening attack.

Warm blood spilled on his face, and he heard the cries of his companions before they died, as well as Bucht.

The dwarf, as rugged and strong as a thousand-year-old oak, was not killed immediately, but was slapped in the face by the spine of the sword.

He heard a dense cracking sound coming from his mouth.

Not only the teeth, but the entire jawbone was shattered into powder.

"What happened?"

Al Panzigrin wiped the blood from his eyes, and at this time, except for a few lucky ones who were knocked out by the dragon's tail, only he and Buhult were still alive in the field.

"Woo ......"

Bucht's mouth was open and he couldn't close it, his face full of desperate fear.

At this time, Ye Naifa had already finished chanting the incantation, but the next moment, a figure knocked her down, and then her hands were cut backwards and she was violently pressed to the ground.

"Don't do it, you're going to die!"

It was Geralt, who managed to break free from Yennefer's control and rushed up.

Yennefer only struggled for a moment before relaxing, although she was not proficient in swordsmanship, it did not mean that she could not distinguish Roger's strength.

At least in horizontal comparison, that Roger is much stronger than Geralt who pressed on him.

Seeing that Yennefer was no longer struggling, Geralt stood up.

"Roger......" he looked at his companion who was harmless to humans and animals in the Winter Castle.

Boom!

Roger raised his foot and kicked forward, and the greatsword that Bucht had landed on the ground flew into the air.

Poof!

The armor was torn apart, the flesh was pierced, and then the remnants continued unabated, flying out more than ten meters away with Buhot's corpse, and deeply rooted in the gray stone cliff in the distance!

The power was so powerful that it even smashed a deep pit into the stone wall.

Seeing this scene, everyone gasped.

If Roger's swordsmanship skills just now made people feel ruthless and subtle, then the power he showed now made everyone completely desperate.

The golden light dissipated, Borch returned to his human form, and Dandrien's eyelids jumped wildly not far away, "Is this guy a dragon in human skin?!" ”

Borch...... You...... Roger......? Geralt looked confused.

"That's a long story." Borch smiled.

"Let's go, get out of here." Roger said with a wave of his hand to Arpanziglin.

"You're not going to kill me?!" Yarpanzigrin turned pale.

"Isn't it good to be alive?" Roger smiled.

"Let's go, I'm not going to go back on my word."

In order to stop the bleeding of his broken arm, Alpanzigrin did not even pick up the weapon on the ground, he was afraid that his actions would cause Roger's misunderstanding.

"Can you tell me why?"

Alpanzigrin plucked up the courage to ask, he was the leader of this group of dwarves, and it made no sense that Buhult was dead, but he was still alive.

"Because I need you to stay alive and help me spread the fear I felt here today."

Roger grinned.

Al Panziglin's body shook wildly, and his face was as if he was dead, and he knew that he would not be able to get rid of the shadow of the man in front of him in his life.

"Devil, you are the devil!"

He yelled and stumbled away.

Not only Alpanzigrin, but Yennefa's face was not very good-looking at this time.

In the blink of an eye, Borch regained his graceful dragon form, and Roger jumped on it, the golden dragon waving its wings.

He took one last look at Geralt before leaving.

"Geralt, Via wants me to tell you: she will never forget the tub in the tavern, and she hopes to see you again."

"What do you mean?" Yennefer on one side suddenly became alert.

"Nothing." Geralt replied hurriedly.

"I helped Borch's guards plug a hole in the tub." Geralt explained haphazardly.

Yennefer blinked uneasily.

"Are you sure it's just a hole in the tub?!"

Geralt: ............