More than a month has passed since that terrible meteorite impact, and Liszt still hasn't woken up, the power of molten fire and shadow collides in his body, and another force is also entangled in it, which makes Liszt, who was already mentally hit and tortured, unable to wake up, and is constantly suffering pain and burning, constantly rolling and screaming. Yang was remorseful, he knew that he should at least investigate the mage who was always hiding in the cloak, but he was still careless. The people in the town died, he himself was seriously injured, and after a month of recuperation, he did not get much better, so he could only reluctantly go out to hunt and gather herbs to take care of Liszt. The power of the shadows has inflicted irreparable wounds on Yang, and in the end, Yang still can't fully control the power of the shadows, and the powerful forces will eventually consume him.

Yang was wiping Liszt's body, and looking at Liszt's painful appearance, Yang's heart was also pinched tightly. Although Liszt was not his biological son, he realized that this child was his destiny from the time his best friend Covaan handed it to him. Liszt was only seven years old, but he had been adrift with him for more than four years, and even if he settled in that newly ruined town, he had no time to discipline Liszt in order to support his family. Because of the oriental faces of their father and son, only the rugged blacksmith and the gentle Mary really accepted them. In any case, in Yang's opinion, everyone in the town died because of him, and he was really heinous.

Thinking about it, Yang lost his mind for a moment, he hadn't shed a tear since Yang had been trained as a witcher, but drops of water ran down his cheeks and fell on Liszt's face. Liszt, who was in a coma, seemed to feel this thick pathos and quieted down. Inside this narrow cavern, there was only the occasional sound of the wind. The night was deep, looking at the miserable white moonlight, but the pain in Yang's heart could not be expressed, which made him depressed, so he could only look at Liszt silently and pray quietly for him.

"You're here, a witcher from Xiansai." A hollow sound broke the silence of the night, and Yang, who was still in a painful memory, suddenly woke up, reached out and picked up the recurve bow on his back, and held an arrow in one hand, ready to take the bow and aim.

"Who are you?" Yang asked cautiously.

"Me? I'm just a poet, but you're no stranger to me. As he spoke, a man wrapped in a robe walked in, took off his hood, and showed a pale face.

"It's you? Mayor? How did you survive? Yang was even more vigilant, he also knew the mayor's hostility towards him, it stands to reason that this town is already the westernmost part of Kegistan, no one should know his origin, but he didn't expect that there were two people in this small town who knew him so well.

"You should have seen that I was also injured a bit, so I came to you now." The mysterious poet flicked the dust off his shoulders and continued to say in a hollow voice, "You shouldn't have come here, witcher, you made the mage more dangerous, and you didn't have enough power to contain this threat, you ruined the town I created, I knew from the beginning that the arrival of you and the child was a sign of destruction, but I didn't expect it to come so suddenly. ”

"I'm sorry, it's my fault, although I know that I can't pay for the tragic death of so many lives, but as long as I can do it, I can give it to you, just give it to you, just give it to you." Yang's voice was filled with guilt and pain, and endless remorse distorted his face.

"Forget it, I'm not here for that." The poet waved his hand, looking nonchalant, but his voice was cold and terrifying, "You witchers, or more accurately, assassins, can no longer appear in Kaigistan. The poet moved his eyes to Liszt, who was lying on the grass, and continued, "This kid can't be an assassin either, so Yang, you can't stay with him. ”

"I will leave this continent as you tell me, but I will never leave Liszt and give him to someone else, he is my son." Yang looked resolute and continued in an unquestionable tone, "You can take my equipment and my belongings, but you don't want to take this child!" ”

"You don't understand, it's not that I'm going to take him, it's that his destiny is to leave you." The poet slowly spoke, "You are already in danger of protecting yourself, the power of the shadow has destroyed the balance in your body, you will either face death or become a demon, and this child will be destroyed by your shadow power if he stays by your side for a long time, and become a delicacy for the devil." The poet's voice did not have a trace of emotion, but it struck Yang the heart with a hammer. Yes, it's just an ending I don't want to accept, it's indeed a doomed fate. Yang had nothing to say, the bow in his hand hesitated for the first time, and he understood that his psychological defense line had been completely torn apart.

"Even so, I would not give my child over to an evil heretic. Trinivane Patriarch, you better give up. Yang said, looking at the marks on the poet's face.

"I didn't expect you to know the emblem of our Triune Cult," the poet showed a slightly surprised expression, but quickly retracted again, "You have no choice, Demon Hunter, you are just surviving, and letting this child join the Cult is your only choice, unless, you plan to burn the jade?" The poet smiled playfully.

"You shouldn't doubt the quality of a veteran witcher, even if he's at the end of his life." Yang whispered, and the power of the shadow began to coalesce in his hands. "You especially shouldn't try to provoke a witcher caught in hatred."

"Is that so, Yang, you don't have to do this," the poet looked at Yang with a complicated expression, "tell you, my name, Caickis, you have the right to know it, if it was you ten years ago, I really can't do anything." The poet slowly drew two short swords from his sleeve, "But now, return to your shadows, Yang." ”

Yang narrowed his eyes, he had never seen this so-called bard's way of fighting, he did know that some bards would use the power of some spells, but this kind of assassin-like tactics was familiar and strange to him. Yang himself was an assassin who had undergone strict training as a demon hunter, and was called a demon hunter not because he wanted to hunt demons, but because he specialized in hunting evil mages who broke the rules to prevent them from causing harm to ordinary people.

Before Yang had time to think about it, Caikis rushed up with ghostly steps, and instantly bullied forward, and the short sword pierced Yang's heart. Yang's longbow was completely useless in the narrow cavern, and he could only draw the dagger at his waist and block with his backhand. The huge force forced Yang to retreat, and the wound cracked so that Yang could not use his strength at all. Keykis's relentless barrage of stabs left Yang tired of coping, and it didn't take long for Yang to be covered in scars, large and small. The loss of blood made Yang even weaker, and Yang wanted to use the power of the shadow to fight back, but he was afraid of hurting his unconscious son Liszt, so he could only parry weakly. Slowly, Yang was forced to the end of the cave, and Keykis seemed to lose interest and was ready to give Yang the final blow.

"You know, a warrior like you, you shouldn't die in the enemy's playful teasing, you should choose to break it happily, that boy has too much influence on you, you are no longer worthy of being a witcher, you have lost the heart of an assassin, and fighting with you like this is really a boring experience." Keykis looked at the embarrassed Yang who was gasping for breath with pity, "I'll give you one last ride, Witcher." The church will appreciate your contributions. Caikis raised his short sword that shimmered with cold light, condensed a trace of evil power and wrapped it around it, aiming at the dying Yang, "This is the power of the Demon King, worthy of your status." Farewell, Yang. ”

There was a hint of excitement in Keykis's eyes, this powerful witcher was finally going to die at his hands, this would be a precious research material, Keykis thought to himself. Just as Caikis was about to throw the short sword in his hand, Liszt, who was lying on the side, suddenly floated, his eyes radiating a light full of destruction, staring at the overwhelmed Caikis. Caickis had never seen such a terrifying power, even above his demonic master, filled with pure destruction. Caikis finally panicked, and he hurriedly threw the short sword in his hand at Liszt in the air. Ah, to his surprise, it was not Liszt who stabbed him, but the dying Yang. At the last moment, Yang tried his best to finally protect Liszt. At this time, Liszt had no consciousness of his own, but a feeling of grief and indignation was brewing in his heart, like a god, he did not know why he was so sad, but he knew that the man who was shrunk in the cloak must be destroyed. Liszt stretched out his hand and pointed at Caikis, who couldn't even escape, so he was directly squeezed into a pool of blood by the invisible force, and he didn't even have time to let out a scream. Liszt, who had destroyed Caiges, also fell to the ground, in the arms of his father, Young, and Liszt fell unconscious again, but this time he did not have any pain, he only felt that he was in a warm arm, extremely safe and comfortable, so that he did not want to wake up......