"Is it my dazzled? There is a golden dragon in front of me."

"Dragons that exist in the legend!"

"Shut up, young man." Buht said indifferently.

"It doesn't matter what color it is. The physiological structure of these things is the same. The young men searched the guys and we can celebrate on the corpse of this golden dragon in a few minutes!"

"Its skin may be more valuable than all the dragons we hunted in the past combined!"

"This guy may have some weird magic." He said, turning his head to look at Yennefa.

"It seems that it is necessary for us to join forces for the time being. What do you think, respected Ms. Yennefa?"

At this time, Roger also learned about the incident from Bolch. With his help to delay, Bolch had already dealt with the female dragon and her cub after giving birth.

“That is, the farce is over?”

Roger's palm was pressed against the scales at the golden dragon's neck.

"Then let's go and go to the place you mentioned to take a look."

The Golden Dragon is the most special species in the world.

They are not certain categories such as green dragons, red dragons, and black dragons, but are caused by mutations in the entire group.

And this characteristic will not be passed on.

They can transform into any form of creature, be proficient in various languages, and no matter how they look at it, they are more like the sons of the world.

In fact, they are indeed some choice of the will of the world.

There can only be one golden dragon.

The former Ophelia left here with her fate, and then a new golden dragon would be born in the entire clan.

The golden dragon is equivalent to the king of the dragon clan, and they are obliged to provide assistance when their kind of person is persecuted.

Just like what Bolch did before.

The deeds of every golden dragon will be recorded on the dome of the dragon clan.

In fact, things between Nifergaard and the United Nations only happened in one corner of the world, crossing the straits and mountains, and there was a wider world.

"We still need to deal with a little trouble before we leave."

Looking at the dwarf who was about to rub his hands below, Roger narrowed his eyes slightly. The next moment, accompanied by a deafening dragon roar, feeling Roger's heart, the golden dragon jumped down from the hill and roared into the crowd.

"Bang!"

The earth shook, but the dwarves fled in scattered when the golden dragon fell. It has to be said that they do have rich combat experience and are very clear about how to avoid it when fighting a large creature like dragon.

"Train it, don't let it run away!"

Buhte shouted, and the dwarves around him threw out the rope nets. At this moment, Roger also jumped off the dragon with his sword.

"Catch him! We may be able to control the dragon by holding him!" Alpanziglin shouted.

He suddenly realized that having a living dragon is much more precious than killing it and selling it for money.

The others were busy trapping the Golden Dragon, while Yarpanziglin rushed towards Roger with Bucht and others, but this time they did not notice the trace of murderous intent flashing in Roger's eyes.

"Do it, Yennefa!" While launching the attack, he did not forget to yell.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Alpanziglin felt a flash in front of him, and then a severe pain on his wrist came. Roger's movements were not fast, and even every detail could be easily captured by him.

But for some reason, he paid a heavy price in the face of this seemingly unthreatening attack.

The warm blood spilled on his face, and he heard the call from his companions beside him before their death, and Buht.

This dwarf, as rough and powerful as a thousand-year-old oak, was not killed immediately, but was slapped in the face by the sword spine.

He heard a dense cracking sound from his mouth.

Not only the teeth, but the entire jawbone was broken into powder.

"what happened?"

Yarpanziglin wiped off the blood in front of him. At this time, besides the lucky ones who were knocked out by the dragon tail, only he and Boust were still alive in the field.

“Woo woo…”

Buhte opened his mouth, his face filled with despair and fear.

At this time, Yennefa had completed the chanting of the spell, but the next moment, a figure knocked her down, and then her hands were cut back and pressed to the ground roughly.

"Don't do it, you'll die!"

It was Geralt, who finally got rid of Yennefa's control and rushed up.

Yennefa just struggled for a moment and then relaxed. Although she was not proficient in swordsmanship, it did not mean that she could not tell Roger's strength.

At least in a horizontal comparison, Roger is much better than Geralt who is pressing on him.

Seeing that Yennefa stopped struggling, Geralt stood up.

"Roger..." He looked at his harmless companion in the winter castle.

Bang!

Roger raised his foot and kicked forward, and the giant sword that Buht landed on the ground flew into the air.

Puff!

The armor was torn apart and the body was penetrated. Then the remnant force continued to fly out more than ten meters away with Buht's body, and it was deeply stuck on the gray stone cliff in the distance!

The power was extremely powerful, and even a deep pit was smashed on the stone wall.

Seeing this scene, everyone took a breath of air conditioning.

If Roger's sword skills just now made people feel ruthless and exquisite, then the power he showed now made everyone completely desperate.

As the golden light dissipated, Bolch returned to his human form, Dandelion's eyelids twitched, "Is this guy a giant dragon in human skin?"

"Bolch...you...Roger..." Geralt looked puzzled.

"This is a long story." Bolchi smiled.

"Let's go, get out of here." Roger waved his hand to Alpanziglin.

"Don't you kill me?" Alpanziglin looked pale.

"Isn't it good to be alive?" Roger smiled.

"Let's go, I will never go back on my word."

To stop bleeding from his broken arm, Alpanziglin didn't even pick up the weapon on the ground. He was afraid that his actions would cause Roger to misunderstand.

"Can you tell me why this is?"

Alpanziglin asked, plucking up the courage to ask, he was the leader of the dwarves, and there was no reason why Bouther died, but he could still live.

"Because I need you to live and help me spread the fear I've felt here today."

Roger smiled.

Alpanziglin's body was trembling and his face was as if he was dead. He knew that he would never be able to get rid of the shadow of the man in front of him in his life.

"Devil, you are the devil!"

He yelled and ran away stumbled.

Not only Alpanziglin, Yennefa's face was not very good at this time.

In the blink of an eye, Bolchi returned to the elegant dragon form again. Roger jumped on, and the golden dragon waved its wings.

He took a last look at Geralt before leaving.

"Gelot, Via wants me to tell you: She will never forget the bathtub in the tavern, and she hopes to see you again."

"What does it mean?" Yennefa suddenly became alert.

"Nothing." Geralt replied in a hurry.

"I helped Bolchi's guards block a hole in the bathtub." Geralt explained randomly.

Yennefa blinked uneasyly.

"Are you sure it's just a hole in the bathtub?!"
Chapter completed!