"Are you all crazy?"

"Stay here and wait to die?!"

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

The sorcerer looked at the white wolf.

"I'm a demon hunter." Geralt's answer was neat.

"Crazy, you are crazy!"

"Do you know how much risk I took to come here, and in order to create opportunities for me, Ye Naifah also underwent unimaginable pressure."

"But you guys actually..."

"You have participated in the Battle of Mount Sommer." Vesemir said, "There are things that cannot be judged by simple right and wrong."

Triss was silent.

She is a warlock, possessing wealth, beauty and strength. In fact, she didn't have to fight for the life and death of ordinary people. After all, no matter which king is in power, she is almost inseparable from 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 have a chance to win the battle."

"And you..." She didn't finish her words, but her meaning was self-evident.

The group of people in the house are waiting to die.

"Things are not that bad, we will not lose."

Roger spoke.

But Triss had a stretched face, and she didn't even think of looking at Roger.

In her heart, the cause of all this was because of Roger. If Roger hadn't taken the initiative to jump out, Vesemir might also leave.

So Lambert, Iscal, and Geralt...

She still couldn't understand what these people were doing.

"Well, since you are willing to stay, but others." Triss looked at Xiaoyan, Dandrien and others.

"Let them go with me."

The inexplicable Triss had a sense of frustration.

"Leave with you, now?"

Dandrien shook his head, "The blizzard is coming soon, and we will freeze to death outside."

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

After pondering for a moment, she could only grit her teeth.

"I tried to prepare a teleportation magic, but my power is limited. I can only take one person at a time..."

Roger didn't stop it in his eyes. After all, Triss' starting point was also excellent, but he knew very well that Triss' magic would not succeed.

Because they have already come.

Sure enough, after a while, Triss cursed with a green face, "My spells have been disturbed. The wizarding group may have come. How did they do it?"

"Such a large-scale interference is not something that one or two people can do."

Triss quickly realized another problem. If the large force has really arrived, then her departure...

"Hurry back!" Geralt said.

The female warlock felt warm, but soon she heard Geralt's second instruction.

"Yenaifa is still there."

"You must be careful..."

"If... if I can leave alive... I will go to her."

Geralt's expression was exceptionally firm and serious.

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

"what about me?!"

Triss squeezed Geralt's palm tightly, and their expressions changed slightly when the skin rubbed against them.

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

"Don't say it, don't say it." Geralt couldn't look into his own heart either.

"I understand the relationship between you and Ye Naifa, believe me, she is equally important in my heart, but now I just want to ask you one question."

"If... If we met before you and Ye Naifa, would you still be like now?"

Geralt's tight facial lines disintegrated in an instant. He raised his head and glanced at the Sorceress, and then saw the blooming smile on Triss's face.

"No need to say anything, I understand."

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

At this moment, she felt a kind of heartfelt joy, and suddenly understood why Ye Naifa was still happy despite the pain.

"I will be optimistic about your Ye Naifah."

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

The cold wind roared outside the castle, the cloud layer was extremely low, and a blizzard seemed likely to arrive at any time.

"Let's talk about it, Roger, what preparations have you made?" Vesemir smiled and said.

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

"ready?"

Roger shrugged and raised the flask in his hand.

"I only prepared enough wine for us to drink for two winters."

The smile on Vesemir's face froze upon hearing this sentence.

Prepare, what should I prepare?

Roger said he was very puzzled.

Are you going to choose a way to die for them?

…………

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

Philippa put her hands on the table, on which was placed a map of the vicinity of Kyle Morhan.

Not long ago, during the Sunnid Island Incident, the two of them fought back and forth, but at this time they came together again.

Although it is within the territory of Kodwin, Philippa has a prominent position in the Sorcerer's Assembly and can make decisions on behalf of everyone.

"Don't worry, I just have to kill that Roger. If I find that girl, she will be yours!"

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

In the eyes of outsiders, Wigoftez at this time was strange and terrifying. Only fierceness was left on his thin cheeks, and his eyes were blazing fire of revenge.

"Any teleportation magic will not take effect within this range." Philippa drew an area on the map casually, and then looked up at Wigoftez.

"The thing you provided is very useful."

"In addition, there are soldiers guarding important passes that must be passed, not to mention a few demon hunters, even if their number is expanded tenfold or twentyfold, there is no possibility of surviving~lightnovelpub.net~ 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 person who attacked the castle." Wigoftz's face was grim.

After trying for months, he was almost completely disappointed.

Although Wigofts is not addicted to beauty, there are some things that can be used without, but they cannot be without.

The thought of learning to adapt to changing the way he urinates in his long life from now on, Wigoftez couldn't help shaking.

"When are you going to start the offense?"

Philippa asked afterwards.

"When?" Wigoftz suddenly sneered.

"The attack has already begun, don't you notice the energy fluctuations released by magic?"

At this moment, the door curtain of the accompanying tent was slammed open, wrapped in the floating snowflakes, and a female warlock rushed in disorderly.

"Philippa...they...they..."

"I saw!"

Philippa's face was gloomy, and she saw the light of magic illuminate the sky through the gap in the curtain of the door.

The violent force dragged the tail light of destruction and fell to Kyle Morhan in the valley.

"Destroy it!" Wigoftz clenched his fists, and there was no pleasure of revenge in his eyes, but an anxiety that was carefully hidden.

At this moment, Triss slid down the hillside, just far away from Kyle Morhan, the magical light in the sky illuminated her face.

"Do not!"

The female warlock face changed wildly, and her body fell to the ground in fright. She ignored the cold and pain, and rushed to the direction of Kyle Morhan madly.

Under this attack, the demon hunter will become history together with the castle.

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