At this time, Xili, who was standing on the castle, looked excited.

"Did you see it? This is Roger's true strength!"

"That wasn't magic just now?!"

Tris widened his eyes, and even Yennefa looked confused.

"I said that this is Roger's true strength!" Xiri jumped up excitedly, like a little girl showing her beloved toys in front of her companions.

"It is impossible for his body to burst out with such power unless he is a dragon..."

Yennefa murmured to himself.

"Of course he is not a dragon, but he is the first witch hunter. I have only seen similar things once, but Roger lied to me that it was just an illusion."

"I remembered it!" Little eyes also echoed from the side.

"The last time we were in the sea, Dandrien Geralt, we were with Roger, and we were attacked at that time, and he summoned the sea monster to destroy the big ship."

"At that time, Roger said half-jokingly that he said that if it weren't for his performance to be more normal, he could use a simple way to solve the current crisis."

"What's the solution?" Triss asked curiously.

"Stacked it with one sword."

Dandrien interrupted from the side.

"Are you talking about a ship?"

Little eyes nodded.

"The large ship that can carry at least fifty soldiers on it."

If it were the past, Tris would have laughed at her little eyes for drinking too much fake wine despite her image.

But now...

Since reality is magical enough, it seems to be more outrageous.

"Look at it!" Ye Naifa reminded everyone at this time.

Because the situation in the field has changed.

"What did you just say?"

Lambert heard Roger's muttering nearest.

At this moment, the young witch hunter felt that his three views were broken. He even worried that Roger would suddenly grow scales and open his mouth to spit out a ball of fire.

"This is not good. If the power is too exaggerated, it will be deified." Roger talked to himself while dealing with the other soldiers rushing up.

Of course, the method used is exactly the same as before.

The shield and the armor were shattered.

Seeing this situation, Wigovertz in the distance was already trembling, and a trace of suspicion even emerged deep in his heart.

Was it really just because of luck?

Or is the other party allowing him to survive.

Wigovertz no longer dared to continue thinking, so he could only give orders.

So the elf archer who had been preparing for a long time welcomed the first round of volleys.

The soldiers retreated neatly and left the area covered by bows and arrows.

Roger and others were not so lucky. They either advanced forward and abandoned the stone bridge, but in this way they would face dozens of times the enemy from all directions.

Or retreat and give up this only channel.

At this critical moment, a golden light flashed through the air and appeared above the stone bridge almost in the blink of an eye.

Then the golden light expanded rapidly.

Then the golden dragon, who had always been slender, appeared in the air.

With the power of diving, the golden dragon's wings closed and its body rotated rapidly. The flying bows and arrows hit its scales and made crackling sounds.

boom!

The earth shook, and Borchi's dragon tail swept across, sweeping the soldiers approaching, and then roared into the sky and let out a dragon roar.

"dragon!"

"Golden Dragon!"

The soldiers shouted loudly.

Wigofertz saw all this, but the expression on his face was extremely calm because he had expected it and prepared for it.

On the battlefield, Roger looked up at the golden dragon in front of him.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'll help!"

“No need.”

Roger looked down at the stone bridge under his feet.

The snow on the bridge deck almost melted, and the moat below was filled with soldiers' bodies.

"If you want, I can summon other companions to help."

Bolchi said.

"No need, your target is too big and you can easily get injured in battle."

“This is what we should do.”

Bolchi lowered his head.

"Go back, I've appreciated your kindness. There's enough blood coming here. It's time to end it all, and it's time to pay the price for those guys."

Just as they were talking, the elf archers started the second round of volleys.

"With invincible power, and long life with the golden dragon as its mount, no matter which king of such a person wins him over."

"Then that country can easily grow...even unify the north and south..."

The same thought flashed through many people's hearts.

"Is there really a way for such a person to be killed?" Philipba murmured to himself.

"You can try the usual methods of sorcerers..." Wigovertz snorted coldly.

"The Witch Hunter and the Warlock."

"I'll order the final attack. He must be exhausted. Don't give him a chance to rest. There will be a legion of troops here in the future..."

"Awake up Wigovertez, the situation is different. For such people who cannot be killed, do you think the kings of various countries will continue to accompany you to go crazy?"

Philiba sneered.

"so what?"

"Watch him grow stronger and then destroy our era?" Wigovertz asked back.

"We might try to win him over."

"Stop it, let me negotiate!"

Wigofertz shook his head, and he was extremely frightened because he could never understand why he could escape under Roger.

"No, he must die!"

The invisible shadow enveloped Vigovertz almost lost his composure. Seeing this scene, Philiba shook her head helplessly.

Wigovertz in front of her is no longer the genius she knows.

"Whatever you want, you can't continue."

"Enough people died today!"

Philiba left the observation point, mobilized the power in her body, and then passed her voice out.

"The first witch hunter, Roger, your strength is amazing, and your companions around you."

"I am Phylliba Ahart, from the sorcerer's club, and your friends Yennefa and Tris are our companions."

"I think it's necessary for us to sit down and resolve today's misunderstanding."

"It's all Nifgad's conspiracy, and we shouldn't let this conspiracy continue. Perhaps the first time in history in the warlock and the witch hunter can unite."

The soldiers below seemed to have received orders, and as Philiba's voice rang out, they gradually retreated.

"This bitch with only power in his heart!"

Yennafa couldn't help but curse.

The attacking formation contracted, and Phili was wearing a black cloak and rode a maroon war horse forward.

At the same time, she was trying her best to distinguish the relationship between this war and herself, and intentionally or unintentionally mentioned the surrounding troops and the subsequent siege equipment transported.
To be continued...