Atamont fled in a hurry, a spell came out of his mouth, and a jade bottle inlaid with gold patterns came out of his arms.
The bottle cork opened on its own, and crimson liquid poured into his mouth.
The wound on the left arm formed a scab at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He looked at the familiar flag that gradually appeared in the fog. At the same time, the emerald amulet close to his chest in his underwear rippled, and his eyes burst into ecstasy.
"Coming, coming!"
He turned around suddenly and thrust out the staff forcefully.
A shield similar to Quen Sign condenses instantly.
Silver light falls!
The rapid sword roar instantly shattered the shield.
At this moment, Atamont shouted.
"Cevahir!"
He is calling Wife of Marquis Grafiakan's name.
Just press the emerald ring placed on her with the opposite finger firmly.
His body will be teleported to Cevahir immediately.
"Tsk!"
The silver light fell, and Atamont revealed an incredible look.
The right hand holding the staff tightly cut open his eyes, warm blood sprinkled on his eye sockets, and severe pain hit him again.
There was extreme disbelief in his eyes.
Cevahir didn't press the ring to save him.
"Woo!"
A huge force came from his right leg, which directly broke his knee, and he fell to his knees involuntarily.
The gray-haired demon hunter stepped forward, half-turned, and raised the steel sword in his hand.
Atamont All the dead souls appeared, and spiritual shock erupted in his eyes.
"You want to kill me?"
"You are so brave, have you forgotten your faith, the dogma of Order of Witchers?"
"Be neutral!"
"I am the dean of Ban Ade Magic Academy, you can't kill me!"
Vesemir His body froze, his chest heaved violently, his hands clenched the hilt of the sword, and the sword's edge stagnated in the air.
Maintain neutrality----maintain neutrality----
This is the doctrine he has dedicated his life to.
Atamont showed a begging smile.
"Don't you want to restore your reputation? As long as you let me go, I will surrender to the Chief Justice of the Royal Capital and admit my mistakes to Your Majesty. Kyle Mohan will return to the past----"
Vesemir The cat's eyes shrank, Kyle The word Mohan stung his heart, and he used all his strength to swing the sword.
The fear of death overwhelmed Atamont, and he screamed loudly.
"Cevahir, save me!"
"Hoo!"
As Vesemir breathed heavily, hot blood spattered all over his face.
Atamont's head fell on the lawn, his black and gray hair covering his twisted face, looking at the red-striped flag on a white background that was already very close at hand.
The iris of the eye pupil exudes an extremely chaotic metallic color.
His mouth moved and he made an unwilling sound.
"Cevahir----Why----did you betray me----want you----to follow me----"
Before he could finish his words, a nailed boot fell and crushed the back of his head. One of his eyeballs exploded into tiny metal fragments.
Vesemir spit, gritted his teeth and growled.
"Fuck neutrality!"
"Xilulu----"
A unicorn gemstone flag breaks through the fog.
The knight in metal armor rushed out first, reining in the reins with both hands.
The riding horse wearing an ivory mask stopped and the harness jingled.
Under the semi-enclosed metal helmet, a cold gaze was projected, sweeping across the purple-robed man's stick and the head that looked like an exploding watermelon. He immediately pulled out the knight's sword from his waist and shouted loudly.
"Damn it, witcher, you murderer!"
Vesemir raised his head, with a fierce look in his cat eyes.
"Put down your sword!"
Behind him, well-equipped knights of the Marquis came one after another, their sharp spear points pointed at him.
The cold wind blew through Vesemir's bloody gray hair on his forehead, and figures stood beside him.
Geralt, Eskel, Aiken, Paul, Horton, Winston.
Seven pairs of cat eyes of different colors were glaring at the knights in front of them.
The leading knight was forced to frown by this ferocious aura.
The war horse beneath him felt a heartfelt fear, as if it was being targeted by a pack of wolves, its nostrils roared, and its hooves kept moving backwards.
Vesemir frowned, and the voice of Eskel came slowly.
"Old man, you can run really fast with your old bones."
Paul chuckled and looked towards Chivalry.
"Oh, this armor is really beautiful. Who are you trying to scare with that droopy face?"
Horton echoed.
"Oh, damn plague, it's time to kill! At worst, we can do like that School of the Cat, build a caravan, and go wherever you want. We won't wait for this Kaedwen!"
Aiken raised his eyebrows and looked at the leading knight, with a hint of contempt in his green cat eyes.
Even Winston, who has a somewhat good-natured temperament, gripped the hilt of his sword tightly at this moment and nodded vigorously.
Geralt had a slight smile on his lips.
Vesemir looked at the person next to him, slightly distracted.
Since the split of Order of Witchers, have the demon hunters ever had such a moment of unity?
He felt warm in his heart and felt that all his efforts had paid off, which was even more satisfying than when he killed Atamont.
He laughed out loud, "When will you brats be as calm as Geralt and Arwen, huh?"
Paul, Aiken and others were startled for a moment, while Eskel looked thoughtful.
Paul wondered, "Yes, where is Arwen? Where did he go?"
Horton joked, "You're not afraid to run away, are you?"
The cold Aiken said the first sentence, "Huh? If you talk nonsense again, believe it or not, I will stuff your head into your ass."
"Hahaha."
Everyone burst into hearty laughter.
The leading knight looked extremely ugly.
Even though the people on the other side were surrounded, they were still talking and laughing, which didn't take them seriously at all.
It is a humiliation to Marquis Luitpold's Order of Knights, a great shame and humiliation!
He roared with red neck, "How reckless! Capture them for me!"
The gun barrel placed on the belly of the knight beside him suddenly shook, and several rays of cold light pierced towards the demon hunter.
Vesemir snorted coldly, pushed with both hands, and seven Quen shields lit up one after another.
The strong wind blew backwards towards the seven people, and Aard Sign was ready to go.
"Seeking death!"
Under the roar, the Dimeritium shackles around the knights' waists jingled.
"Stop!"
A scolding sound suddenly sounded from behind the knights.
"Get out of my way and put away your weapons!"
When the leading knight heard this voice, he froze and hurriedly drove his horse to give up his position.
A man wearing silver and gold-plated armor rode a white horse out slowly and came to the front of the knights.
The armor plates on his body were rattling, especially the bulging belly, which was enough to prove the opponent's status.
The leading knight raised his right fist and hit his left chest, speaking in a solemn tone.
"My Lord Marquis."
"Your Majesty the Marquis!"
The surrounding knights all acted like the leading knight.
The person who comes is the absolute ruler of Upper March, the Marquis of Luitpold.
The Marquis' eyes were as sharp as an eagle, "Witcher, as you have seen with your own eyes, the matter is over, put away your weapons."
Vesemir stared at him and said coldly, "Sir, we don't dare to do this in front of your loyal knight."
The leading knight immediately burst into laughter upon hearing this.
"Bold, do you need me to use a whip to teach you how to speak to the Marquis using honorifics?"
Luitpold Marquis raised his hand to stop the leading knight, his tone was lazy.
"Why do you demon hunters all talk in the same mold? Do you have to have some thorns in your words?"
After saying this, he glanced at the knight beside him and shouted loudly.
"Knight Commander, what was my order just now?"
The leading knight immediately said, "Lord Marquis, they are----"
Luitpold Marquis stared at him.
"Phoenix, I have never doubted your loyalty, but this is an order."
Phoenix The knight's thick nose guard lower lip slightly pursed, and immediately put the knight's sword into the scabbard.
"Yes! Sir!"
The other knights had already put away their weapons, making the sound of armor rubbing against each other.
Luitpold Marquis glanced at the gray-haired demon hunter who was still vigilant, and then shifted his gaze to the white-haired man beside him.
"Geralt, we haven't seen each other for almost half a year----"