"Put down the king!"

The remaining witcher guards rushed forward bravely.

Then, Jaeger I seemed to see the black-robed old man snap his fingers: "Rotten rays!"

A dark green light flashed, and the witchers began to fester halfway, turning into white skeletons and falling beside him.

"You... what exactly are you?"

Jaeger I looked at Masca, the corners of his eyes were torn apart,

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