Ciri seemed a little flustered in the face of the sudden conflict, but she quickly calmed down and calmly dealt with the rushing Squirrel Party members.

These men look vicious, but their real combat skills are much worse than Cassirer and Lambert's.

Ciri knew that as long as she could overcome her fears, she would be the one who would win.

At this time, Wigofertz also slashed out a sword and stepped back violently, he knew that such a risky move would most likely leave him with heavy damage.

But that's better than dying here after a few breaths.

He admits that he was careless.

"Want to go?"

With a smile on his face, Roger unhurriedly blocked the weapon in Wigofortez's hand, and then he stepped forward, his wrist trembling and Wigofortez's weapon came out of his hand.

The warlock, who had no intention of fighting, jumped onto the low wall behind him, and then took out a black metal ball from his waist and threw it at Roger.

It was a special alchemy bomb, incredibly powerful, but Wigofertz never imagined that he would ever have the chance to use it.

Thundered.

Beyond the courtyard wall, Wigofertz heard a violent explosion, and without bothering to check the results of the battle, his hands shook rapidly, and he skimmed off the things he was carrying.

There's no time to think, even if you can hinder the other party for a moment.

The body quickly receded, and then the abundant magic returned to the body.

There was no time to regain his breath, Wigofortez stimulated all his strength, the space behind him collapsed, he had no intention of fighting, and opened the portal as soon as possible.

At this time, the corner of his eye skimmed, and a figure seemed to jump on the wall not far away.

Wigoferez was shocked, he had never been so embarrassed since he became a wizard.

"Quick!"

"Hurry up!"

"Ahh

The bruises on his forehead burst out, his eyes were bloodshot, and with such a frantic mobilization of energy, Wigofertez's internal organs had already suffered a lot of damage.

His back sank into the illusion of space, and as his body became illusory, Wigofertz felt a sharp cold light coming from a distance.

But at this time, he couldn't control his body and dodge.

There was a chill from underneath, and the figure of Wigofertz disappeared into thin air, and the distant explosion was still not over.

"Roger!" Ciri shouted, distracted and nearly slashed from behind by a bearded dwarf.

"Take care of yourself."

Roger's voice came, and the girl saw a figure leap out of the smoke unscathed.

"Slow down and don't send it." Roger spoke softly in the direction Wigofortez had left.

In the original history, this guy was supposed to work with Enhill, and His Majesty the Emperor had no idea that he was going to capture Ciri purely for his own purposes.

He needs the ancient bloodline in Ciri's body.

Not through experimentation, but through inheritance.

She will forcibly bond with Ciri, kill Ciri after the girl becomes pregnant, and remove the baby and placenta, so that he can hope to take that power for himself.

But now.

Roger was confident that he would never be able to impregnate any female creatures.

Well...... Apart from......

Splicing?

Cut off from other males and do a graft?

"I made a mistake."

Thinking of this, Roger was also a little annoyed.

However, he didn't take it to heart, because with his strength, Wigofortez couldn't have left alive.

Roger kept him alive because he was still useful, and killing a Wigofortez alone would not solve the real problem.

In fact, Yennefer's opinion was partly correct, but she didn't understand Roger's strength at all.

And now Roger wants Wigofortez to give him a push, so that he can solve all the problems at once.

While Roger was thinking, Ciri's side ended the fight as well.

Although the girl was unusually brave, she was only fourteen years old after all, and she had nothing to do when she fought, but when it was all over and she saw the corpses and blood all over the ground, Ciri's face was still a little ugly.

Roger didn't care about such trivial things, as long as he experienced similar things a lot, he would naturally get used to it.

Wigofortez fled, but the chaos on Sunnid Island was not over, and it was foreseeable that it would change the landscape of the North and the South forever.

"Let's go."

Roger put away his weapon and took the girl's hand.

"Where are we going?" Ciri, however, was in a heavy mood, and in Yennefer's mouth, she could almost foresee her future fate.

"Take you to take a good look at the world."

The two rode on the horses Cassirer had brought, their hooves cutting through the long corridors of the Losummer Palace, and behind them was the fiery island of Sunid.

"The world is big, we can go to the other side of the sea, or the other side of the mountain."

"Besides, don't pay too much attention to the nonsense they told you, aren't you going to be the second strongest swordsman in the world?"

"Even with Wigofortez as your goal, you still have a long way to go."

"Go to the other side of the mountain...... No one has ever been there. Ciri was both wistful and apprehensive.

"How do we get there?"

Roger grabbed the reins on a high mountain and looked up and pointed to an insignificant point of light in the sky.

"Ride a dragon."

It didn't take long for the Sunnid Island incident to ferment, and the results began to gradually affect the forces of the North and the South.

The Warlock Council was completely divided, and many wizards and warlocks either took refuge in the mountains and forests, away from the political maelstrom, or actively sided to protect themselves.

The wizards, led by Wigofortez and Francesca, completely fell to the Nilfgaard Empire, while Felipa and others established the Sorceress's Guild.

Although the overall situation is stable, in the turbulent shadows, many forces are looking for the silver-haired girl.

Agent, soothsayer, astrologer, soothsayer.

Everyone tried everything, but the girl seemed to disappear out of thin air.

In addition to this, there is a secret news circulating in the circle of a small number of people.

The genius wizard Wigfertez suffered what could be called a humiliating defeat.

He watched as the silver-haired girl escaped from his hands, and was beaten by a witcher.

Everyone is speculating about the identity of this witcher.

Some say it's Geralt the White Wolf, some say it's the oldest Viselmir, and others say it's an obscure young man from the Griffin School.

In addition, in that battle, Wigofertz seemed to be badly wounded, and the originally deep and reserved person became moody.

Especially for some sorceresses, it seems particularly mean.

And he seems to be preparing some strange experiments, judging from the materials, maybe it has something to do with the human body.

To be honest, Roger was looking forward to Wigofertez finding a way to change his tools, after all, letting a genius wizard play with balls was a joyful thing no matter what he thought about.

So time passed, and the weather gradually became cold, and the winter when the dust settled on the Sunnid Island incident.

A group of people appeared on the path leading to Kylemohan.

This winter, Kylemohan seems to be particularly lively.