Demon Hunter and His Hut - Chapter 828

“The Demon Hunter and His Hut (

“I knew it!”

“Liar, this **** liar, when did he go in front of us?” Buholt jumped angrily.

“Is there any other shortcut? Does this mean that the dragon has been wiped out?”

This is the first question that dwarves think of.

“Roger, why are you here?” Geralt also looked confused, and his heart sank suddenly, as if something terrible was about to happen.

Roger smiled, but did not answer Geralt’s question. At this time, the distance between everyone and Roger was hundreds of meters, but in the next second, Roger did not see how hard he was, but his voice came in clearly. To everyone’s ears.

“I changed my mind.”

As he said, he pointed his finger at the three fork roads behind him.

“This valley has only three exits, leading to Holloper on the east and Kangonen on the west. You can leave along those two roads, but you are not allowed to walk in the northern canyon.”

“Because I forbid you to do this.”

“Now, that dragon is mine.”

Except for the wind passing through the valley, for a long time after Roger finished speaking, there was a strange silence around him.

Buhert stared, rubbing the bushy beard of his chin, and then looked at his companion.

King Netamir was still sitting on horseback, with the same majesty expression on his face, and beside him, the director Gilen Stino looked blank.

Dorigaray, the magician who advocates equality of all beings, frowned. No one could guess what he was thinking about at this time.

But Sorceress Ye Naifa looked at Geralt with a smile in her eyes.

Although their team looked messy, and Netamir’s large forces were completely cut off, there were still dozens of people present at this time.

And there are many warlock dwarves, and well-equipped warriors.

Opposite them, there was only one.

The next moment, everyone seemed to have agreed, and suddenly burst into laughter.

“Haha, did this guy burn his head during the trial?”

“Listen to what he said just now, oh, but the north side can’t do it, because I don’t allow it!” Buholt laughed wildly, as if he couldn’t hold the giant sword in his hand, and at the same time pretended to imitate Roger’s tone just now.

“Go away, you **** bastard!”

Director Gilen Stino opened his throat, “Do you know who you are facing?”

“Keep your eyes open and see clearly, what you are fighting against is the great King Netamir!”

“Ridiculous clown, take your two broken swords and get out of me quickly!”

In order to make his own words clear into Roger’s ears, he had to summon his strength, saying that because of his unsatisfactory breath, the poor Master Master coughed violently, and his aura fell suddenly.

“Hey, Geralt.”

“For the sake of our friendship, you can go up and take your idiot companion down. It’s getting late.” Alpenziglin looked at it pretentiously.

“We have to go into the mountains as soon as possible to find the dragon, but we have to say that the relaxation before the battle is really pleasant.” After speaking, he looked at Dandreen, who was wearing a crooked hat.

“Great poet, study hard. This magic hunter is much better at being funny than you. I don’t think anyone wants to listen to your crappy rhyming poems.”

“Go ahead, Geralt, we’ll give you some time.”

Alpenziglin urged.

But Geralt didn’t move. Unlike the others, his expression was serious at this time, which also caught Ye Naifa’s attention.

She knows Geralt.

“This is not a joke, is your friend serious?”

Jello nodded characteristically, and among the people present, only he knew the strength of Roger the most.

No, Geralt suddenly remembered what Vesemir had said.

No one knows how strong this first demon hunter is, what we see is what he is willing to show us.

Although he didn’t know why Roger was interested in a green dragon, this terrible creature might be no different from a lamb in Roger’s eyes.

But since he said it, he will definitely be able to do it.

Because he has this strength.

“Hey, Geralt, what are you thinking?”

“When we help you drag him down, I don’t like this guy at all. It’s hard to guarantee that there will be no physical conflict.”

“Guys, who is with me?!” Buhert yelled.

“Wait a minute.”

Geralt said suddenly, “Let me ask.”

He wanted to try to make the last effort, otherwise it won’t be long before the valley will flow blood into a river.

He didn’t know Roger, but there was a terrible shadow hidden in this seemingly gentle man.

“Roger…” Geralt walked slowly to Roger, “Do you want that green dragon?”

“No, I have no interest in any dragons.”

“But I don’t want anyone near her.”

“Are you protecting it?”

“Right.” Roger vaguely said.

Seeing the expression on Roger’s face, Geralt knew that today’s things could not be done well.

In fact, the reason why Bolch appeared here was because he was summoned by the green dragon. It was in the production period and could not protect its children while being under siege.

And Roger is to help Bolch divert his attention so that he can have time to deal with the green dragon after production.

At the same time, Roger was also recognized by Bolch, and…

Roger touched the golden horn on the pendant on his chest and slowly stood up.

“A fair duel?” He picked up a sword stuck in the ground.

“Do you guys come together, or one by one?”

His expression was relaxed, and he didn’t pay attention to the enemy on the opposite side at all.

“Go to hell, you **** liar!”

Buhert clenched the huge sword in his hand, and walked forward quickly with short legs ~www.mtlnovel.com~ beside him, surrounded by his dwarf brothers.

To be honest, this scene should be extremely oppressive, but their height is too short, but in order to increase their speed, they have to speed up their pace.

This makes the entire charge seem extremely ridiculous.

“Get out of the way, Geralt! Otherwise, I’ll even solve it with you, no one can stop my obsession with gold coins!!”

But at this moment, accompanied by the crisp sound of horseshoes, a knight in silver armor rushed up with a spear.

“Unless I step over my corpse, I will not allow anyone to tarnish the glory duel in front of me, Demon Hunter, say your name, and let me be your opponent!”

“The evil must be eradicated, I, Ike of Denesler, I will definitely rule you, and then punish the evil green dragon!”

“Shit, who will pull this guy with his head full of dung!” Buholt said cursingly.

But seeing someone willing to do it for him, he just cursed a few words, spit on it, and backed off.

“Good luck, demon hunter, at least your body won’t be chopped in half by me!”

At this time, Ike had finished his salute to Roger, so he put on his lower armor, raised his spear, and pinched the horse’s belly with his feet.

“Come on, Demon Hunter!”

“I guess this poor guy will be crushed by horseshoes.”

“No, maybe a long muzzle pierced through his chest.”

“Haha!”

The dwarves discussed enthusiastically.

But before their laughter stopped, Ike, wearing silver armor, flew high with the neigh of the steed.

The next moment the blood burst into the sky, the horse’s head fell, and the stench of blood dyed the white stone ground red.

At this time, everyone only had time to turn their heads and saw Roger shake off the blood on the long sword, with a calm attitude.

“Next.”

There was no sound in the court.