Geralt was in a daze and saw a phantom before his eyes.

"Aren't you going to save this city?"

"Why...I want to..." Geralt opened his mouth subconsciously, and the sand in the sky before his eyes turned into the sharp and biting snow in Kaer Morhen's winter.

Geralt saw familiar faces, but couldn't pronounce their names. He turned his blurred vision, and a beautiful face broke into his sight. He instinctively called that name:

"Ciri??"

"Geralt?? Geralt! What are you talking about? I am Xi Crow, not Ciri! Dust Guest! Did you use illusion on Geralt!"

The sorceress Xi Ya glared at Chen Ke. The blizzard in Geralt's eyes continued as a strong arm supported his body.

Geralt looked at his face: "Vesemir??"

"Geralt, I am Yehagutan." Yehagutan reminded him with concern.

"Uh??" Geralt held his head, "I don't know what's going on. This is?? Memory? Who is Vesemir? Ciri?? Yennefer?? Who are these?! Me

??Who am I?"

Chenke's eyes and tone were full of arrogance and a narrow smile: "You are Geralt of Rivia."

Yehagutan looked puzzled: "Livia Geralt and I never left Rosenberg!"

The smile on the corner of Chenke's mouth could hardly be suppressed. Ah, what a bad taste he had, always doing such unstoppable things!

Geralt's pupils were shaking, as if he was in a daze, "Geralt of Rivia?? That's right?? No?? Ah, I was born in Rosenberg."

The voice of Chen Ke came to mind again, constantly pushing his reason into despair: "Rosenberg? Where is Rosenberg? Geralt, raise your head and look at the city in front of you."

Geralt raised his head almost instinctively and looked at the magnificent metal city walls hundreds of meters high. A stone castle flashed in his mind.

There is obviously no connection between the two, but the memory makes the pictures overlap in front of my eyes. This is Kaer Morhen, and the Wild Hunt leads his army to take away his daughter Ciri!

In order to protect her, Geralt was willing to risk his life!

The demon hunter drew his silver sword, rushed into the city, and slashed at the demons!

"Geralt!" Yehagutan shouted. He was not good at using his brain. He moved nimbly, and the two of them cooperated tacitly. The silver sword continued to harvest the lives of evil spirits!

Only Xi Ya stood there with a cold body, as weak and helpless as a baby bird wet by a heavy rain.

"You...who are you?"

Chenke slowly turned around and gave her a bright smile.

Xi Ya was so frightened that he almost cried!

She was just a little sorcerer who was unlucky enough to get involved. Her real name was Shia. She followed them out of curiosity about the body of Geralt the Witcher. She never thought that she would encounter such a being as the Dust Guest on the path of pursuing the truth!

"You??Who are you?"

"You keep saying my name, doesn't it sound familiar to you?"

Chen Ke smiled endlessly, Xi Ya silently recited, his face quickly turned pale, and his handsome face was incomparably scary.

Chen Ke, Chen Ke, Chen Ke, Chen Ke, Chen Ke!

Chen Ke!!

Chen Ke = Chen Ke!

Xi Ya's heart was whining crazily: "The evil god! The real evil god!!"

Thinking about it, you should know that how many people in Hiss can do such a powerful and unreasonable life spell?

However, even fear could not suppress Xi Ya's curiosity, which actually gave her the courage to risk her life to speak.

"Jay, Geralt, what on earth are they?"

Chen Ke was astonished. It seemed that weak lives also had merits. At least this kind of courage that did not care about life and death was something that some beings who could feel the fear of the old gods could not achieve.

With a chuckle, Chen Ke said in a magnetic and gentle voice: "Geralt and the others??"
Chapter completed!