"do not come!"

Philippa looked at Roger with horror, she had already remembered her past experience.

Although there was no physical torture, the feeling of powerlessness made Philippa never forget.

"Oh it's you!"

Thinking back to everything, only fear remained on her face, and at this time she began to understand the feeling of Wigofts.

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

"I came for peace. To you and the other demon hunters behind you, we should sit down and talk frankly. This is related to the future of the sorcerer and the demon hunter."

"Oh?" Roger smiled.

"What conditions do you plan to offer?"

"The first is the recognition of identity. We will try our best to improve the official status of the Demon Hunter in various countries. At least when you go out, no ordinary people will be verbal towards you."

"Also, maybe we should rebuild the castle here and start recruiting new witcher apprentices. The Sorcerer's Assembly is willing to provide you with basic help."

Philippa's mood gradually stabilized, which entered her area of ​​expertise.

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

"Where is Wigoftez, where is he?"

"Maybe already left." Philippa said vaguely.

"It was he who encouraged us to have this battle. Please rest assured, when the negotiations are over, we can publicly try his crimes..."

"Where are the others?" Roger interrupted Philippa. "Where are the warlocks who attacked Kyle Morhan last night?"

"they?"

Philippa was stunned, "They just acted on orders, and there were a large number of them, and the attack last night did not cause substantial damage to the castle."

"So you plan to just forget it?"

Roger asked rhetorically.

The sorceress was speechless for a while.

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

"What about your opinion?"

"Compensation for some gold coins, or do some basic work with magic techniques?" Even Philippa felt a little ridiculous.

"no need."

"I will do it myself."

Roger shook his head, but his calm attitude made Philippa even more terrified.

"what are you going to do?"

"Kill everyone?" screamed the female warlock.

"We are not your enemy. In fact, if we cooperate with each other, there will be no power to hinder us from moving forward."

"No matter what you plan to do, stop immediately. This will only breed hatred. 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 only do this once."

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

"what did you say?"

Philippa looked confused.

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

"It's Igni of the Demon Hunter."

"A little trick to make a fire in the wild."

On the city wall, Ye Naifa murmured in a low voice.

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

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

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

The next moment blazing flames rose to the sky.

Unprepared, Philippa was blown away by the violent heat wave, her body rolled out in the snow, her tight hair spread out.

His body was covered with snow and stains.

"What is this?" Triss cried out strangely.

Even if they are far away, they can feel the heat wave on their faces.

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

Then Roger waved his hand in a direction far away.

Like a meteorite falling, the burning flame is advancing at an extremely fast speed, even if the sun has already risen, but at this moment, the flame released by Roger is even more dazzling than the rising sun.

"monster!"

"He is a monster from another plane!"

Everyone was in a mess. If Roger's explosive power just showed it was only surprising, but at this moment, the flame he created with his wave of his hand overwhelmed the cognition of all the warlocks.

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

Someone shouted, and then released the teleportation magic.

But in the next second, the chaotic space tore the spellcasting warlock to pieces, and his companion was also wiped out of an arm.

"Calm down!"

"Assemble all our forces and defeat it, so we can hope to survive!"

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

His past image has accumulated a lot of prestige, and everyone who is not aware of it has listened to his opinions.

So a strange scene appeared.

The flames released by Roger fell, and at the same time, countless magical powers released to attack the flames falling from the sky.

The powerful spells that the warlocks were full of confidence were vulnerable to Roger's power. At this moment, everyone felt a deep despair.

As if it were just a few breaths, this long period of time was desperate.

Finally the flame fell, breaking the earth through.

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

The distant mountains rumbling.

Smoke billowed, and there were screams of warlocks everywhere.

Philippa fell to the ground, and the snow and smoke from the explosion had blocked her sight, and at this time she could not even get up from the ground.

Just looked at Roger with horrified eyes.

"what is that?"

Roger spread his hands.

"Igni's seal, you know."

"Every demon hunter of us knows it."

Roger answered calmly.

"Vesemir, is it fake that you taught us?"

Eskal twitched his cheeks, his eyes filled with distrust when he looked at the old witcher.

"is it?"

"That's impossible, right?"

"Everyone learned this way when I was young." As he said that, he knotted his hands and pushed forward.

call!

A group of fire snakes ejected from the palm of the hand.

But that's it.

Even this energy change did not attract the attention of others.

I don't know how long it took, the shaking of the earth stopped, and the distant scene became clearer.

At this time, the narrow path leading to Kyle Morhan completely disappeared, replaced by a brand new passage cut through by flames.

On that path, there are warlocks who can't avoid it.

Their bodies 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 a distance ~lightnovelpub.net~ The howling wind passed through the frozen corpses, and when it was in front of the castle, the sound had become a weird noise.

It was mixed with the despair of the warlocks.

At this time, Roger's body slowly fell, and he looked at Philippa who fell on the ground.

"devil!"

"You are not human, you are the devil!"

The mentality of the female warlock collapsed.

"Why, the life of a demon hunter is not life?"

Lambert yelled.

"If there were no Roger, it would be us who was burned to death last night!"

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

From then on, everyone who enters Kyle Morhan must pass this path.

The results of the second Kyle Mohan massacre are recorded here, and become a permanent warning to the world.

The demon hunters regard this as a pilgrimage route.

At this moment, on the edge of the explosion, an embarrassed figure crawled out, and then he opened the transmission channel and disappeared in place.