"Son of the Ancient Bloodline!"

The dark hall.

The four Wigofortz's words were loud and loud.

Lydia, who was lying on the sofa, looked at the expressionless witch hunter in shock.

Weigofortz has been working hard to lay out the treasure that he has been looking for for decades, and actually flows in such a mutant body?

"You have the unpredictable divine power of ancient blood..." The four men looked at the demon hunter and exposed a past story. "I also had a close relationship with Cialis and Geralt. In order to protect her, I chose to go against Reines..."

"So you have helped Sintra behind Cialis? A glimpse of the future through insight, warning them of Nifgad's invasion."

"It led to Sintra pursuing the spies in the city, asking for support from Fultest, contacting the druids of the Skeliger Islands in advance to disperse the sea storm, and setting an ambush in the Manada Valley..."

"It's you, you didn't kill the five warlocks of Niphgad!"

"It's you, in the Battle of Sintra, sneak attacked Marshal Mennon Kuhorn!"

"You almost ruined my plan!"

The warlock's eyes were bright.

Roy took a deep breath in secret.

The fingers on the back of the waist trembled.

With just a few pictures Lydia teleported, she turned her actions to the top.

Worthy is worthy of being Wigo.

He shook his head and chuckled, "I don't understand what you mean."

"I can't see through your heart and peek into your destiny. This strange ability to cover up is one of the most prominent features of ancient blood!"

"It's useless for you to deny it!"

"This is a miracle..." Weigofortz exclaimed again, "According to the information I found in ancient books and documents, the ancient blood flowed only in the Sintra lioness Karanser and her ancestors."

"Then you," Roy interrupted suddenly, "Why don't you attack Karanss or Paveta, but choose Cili."

This is a question that has always been in his heart.

Since Carranss, Paveta and Xiri have ancient blood in their bodies.

Why did the warlock keep a close eye on Xiri and initially gave Paveta to Enhill as his wife?

...

"It's very simple. The blood concentration of Karanss and Paveta is not as good as that of Xiri. This little guy probably has an abrupt phenomenon, and the blood concentration of the ancient ones has increased abnormally."

"And she is the most suitable age this year and has never given birth."

"The first embryo that was born in her belly will inherit the purest ancient blood! This is my goal."

Roy's heart was chilling.

Weigo's voice changed,

"And you, an unknown demon hunter, have gained great power beyond these three bloodlines."

"How did you do it?"

His expression was full of desire and he was addicted to his own rhythm.

"As long as you tell me the answer, I will give you all the things you want!"

"Right, money, beauty, power..."

Roy smiled. There was a man who once tempted him so much.

Then he was expelled and stayed away from him for ten years.

"I said it's all thanks to the blood of the sun."

"Don't be too greedy for the witch hunter."

"You want to keep Xiri safe." Weigo paced slowly, and the iron rod slew flexibly in his hands, as if he was doing preparation activities. "If your method helps me realize the grand plan, she will not be hurt!"

"After all, the gap in strength between us is like a world of heaven. Once a war begins, you will inevitably lose your life." His words were so confident that they were arrogant.

"You helped me get the ancient blood. We work together to control the world as if we were taking pictures."

"No, it's not just the current world, but other worlds, we can start this journey to another world side by side!"

"The strongest mage is paired with the strongest demon hunter."

"Did you feel it?" Weigo said excitedly with a brilliant curve on his lips. "What a glorious prospect!"

...

"Sorry, I refuse." Roy looked at the mage with deep fear and a hint of contempt.

"Why are your eyes strange? Have you peeked at the secret in the castle again, my laboratory?"

Roy defaults.

Wigo suddenly realized and circled him, exhorting earnestly, "Roy, you should know that people are born with different levels."

"People with power can not only control their own destiny, but also dominate the power of life and death in others."

"This is the unchanging truth of the worlds."

"The women in my laboratory are weak and pitiful, and there are quite a few dead, but their sacrifices have allowed me to successfully establish a method to extract ancient blood."

"They died meaningfully!"

Wigofortz's tone was full of right.

"You, as the son of the ancient bloodline, don't let the overwhelming compassion affect your ambition and will."

"This argument sounds reasonable." Roy nodded and shook his head, "It's a pity that there is something crucial missing."

"What?" The four warlocks raised their eyebrows, leaned forward slightly, showing a look of scrubbing.

"Humanity." Roy looked directly at the mage in his left hand, and his fingers clattered, "Wigorfortz, do you think you are a god? Why do you deprive an irrelevant of the right to survive? Catch innocent women and use compulsive means to make them nurture offspring, hurt, and torture them...just to establish your cruel theory! You are already infatuated!"

Wigo was not angry, but instead smiled slightly, with a mockery in his smile, "I heard it right? You, a wandering mutant, discuss human nature with me, a magic master, a member of the Wizard Society."

"What a noble virtue."

"What happened to Novigri hasn't made you realize the reality yet?!"

"You talk about human nature to those ordinary people."

"But they regard you as a beast, and use spitting and prejudice to insult you!"

"Since that's the case, why don't you help them?"

"Fuck humanity!"

"This is just an excuse for your own cowardice!"

"You should not be bound by the ancient bloodline son. Life is a game of chess. Since you are qualified to be a chess player, then devote yourself to it and don't be influenced by external objects." Four warlocks surrounded Roy, and were already very close to him, almost stepped into the cordon. He held an iron stick with one hand and extended his hand towards the witch hunter.

"Join me, let go, and do a great cause that shocked all worlds with me!"

"Don't worry, you are not a virgin, or even a woman, and naturally you cannot provide me with embryos. The theory I have worked hard to do nothing to you, and I will not hurt you."

...

"Wiggofortz, your advice is very tempting." Roy covered his face and took a deep breath and said sincerely, his heartfelt and hesitation were unconcealed.

If he first came to this world, he met people not Resor, but Vigo.

Under the guidance of this powerful, arrogant, extreme self-centered wizard, he may embark on another completely different path.

But at the moment, he won't choose.

"But I refuse."

"Why?"

"Because I have friends, relatives, and people I love. Love is the bottom line of human nature, but you let me throw it away?"

"I'm worried that once the bottom line is lost, I will never be able to look back." Roy's tone was vaguely struggling.

"Ahh? I understand now. You are too young and naive! You can't recognize the reality!" The mage stared at the witch hunter on the sofa, his tone unquestionable, "You need a life tutor to guide you."

"I'll do it, how?"

Four eyes are opposite.

A pair of dark eyes were filled with ambition and desire.

A pair of strange-colored pupils ignited, using abundant fighting spirit as nourishment!

The dim fortress, the strong wind blows!

The fireplace crackled.

A squirming and jumping on the wall, a devilishly terrifying blood-colored shadow!

A huge octopus jumped out from the feet of six people near the sofa.
To be continued...