Because the white dragon is the rarest, and there is no evidence of its real existence, it is understandable why the sorceress would marvel at a dragon that appears to be a white dragon.

It's all a matter of professional instinct.

Dragons are scarce, and humans don't hunt them to protect their own habitat, although dragons are often considered the greatest threat to humans.

However, the common man's hostility towards dragons stems either from the inability to properly distinguish between dragons and other dragon-like creatures, or because they covet the vast treasures that dragons have hoarded.

After all, dragons are money-hungry creatures, they like to hoard precious treasures with magic, and they tend to live for a long time, so you can imagine what a staggering amount of wealth.

Dragon's tears, blood, and teeth are all precious alchemy ingredients, which can be made into potions, elixirs, and cosmetics, so they are often coveted by warlocks.

- Considering the issues of youth and beauty, especially the sorceress, the enemy of the dragon......

Geralt ignored Kayla and walked briskly to the open ground in front of him, only to see the traces of the previous fierce battle, frost, ice crystals, muddy water, trees...... It can only be said that it is a mess and unbearable.

Coupled with the sudden drop in air temperature in this area, he even felt like he had stepped directly into a winter scene.

Kayla couldn't help but shudder, then her lips trembled slightly, and she put her hands around her shoulders, gasping and beginning to regret that she had gone out wearing so little.

Immediately afterward, she decisively propped up the magic enchantment for herself and the witcher beside her to resist the erosion of low temperatures from the outside world.

“……”

He was about to turn around and ask the sorceress to leave first, lest Geralt, who was freezing, say no more when he saw this. Anyway, it's okay, after all, the two of them cooperated like this when they fought with the wild hunt in the elven ruins before.

The battlefield had been badly damaged, and deep ravines and cracks had been left on the ground, most of which had been examined and confirmed to be traces of the behemoth's actions.

The body is too heavy and huge, every move will cause unimaginable damage to the surrounding environment, the claws press the ground is a deep pit, the strong and thick hind legs are a deep ravine, the steely tail smashes hard, and the ground is a crack of more than ten meters......

The scene was irregularly distributed with all kinds of broken limbs, as well as frozen ice sculptures, both wild hunters and wild dogs. Some limbs were scattered to the ground, some were soaked in blood, and some pieces of flesh were sunk to the ground......

The death is strange, it has been pinched into meat sauce, half of its body has been bitten off, and it has been torn into several pieces...... The whole scene is simply flesh and blood, suitable for all ages, and it is a one-sided massacre.

The first time he saw such a scene, Geralt felt that his heart was half cold, and his expression was completely frozen.

Of course, he doesn't have any sympathy for Wild Hunting, the other party threatens to hunt down his adopted daughter, and he has always refused to give up, he can't wait for the Wild Hunt race to be completely dead, and it will be a complete genocide.

He was just worried that the dragon was so tyrannical and ferocious, would Ciri be in danger...... He couldn't imagine what would happen if he found a part of the girl in the midst of all the blood, stumps and severed arms all over the ground.

As a result, the witcher's brain went blank in an instant.

He didn't know how much hope Ciri had to escape in such a terrible situation, but instinctively made a judgment that bordered on despair.

I couldn't tell if it was the after-effects of the previous period, or if Geralt suddenly felt a severe dizziness now, and he shook his feet, but he still insisted on examining the entire battlefield, trying to parse the clues left behind.

He was afraid to see the most tragic and unacceptable scene, but he couldn't help but examine it carefully, after all, evasion would not solve the problem.

And people are hungry for miracles, and when they don't end up in despair, they will have a fluke mentality, and the witchers are no exception, although folklore says that they have lost their emotions because of genetic mutations, but this is not the case.

Kayla opened her mouth, but didn't say anything, and at this point she seemed to be very discerning.

……

……

Minutes and seconds passed.

The night in the sky became darker, and the moon was obscured by dark clouds from time to time, casting large shadows on the earth.

"It's not like it's going to be cold, it's like it's starting to ...... winter."

"The frozen corpses were as hard as steel, but brittle as ice, and they were probably dead in the first place......"

"Well, this should be a dragon scale, about half the size of a palm, also covered with hoarfrost, this cold power is so unusual, it seems to have a lot in common with the frost brought by the wild hunt......"

Half-crouching on the ground, Geralt suddenly moved his eyes, reached out and picked up a thin piece of ice on the ground, and then found that his eyesight was correct—it was indeed not a piece of ice, but an oval dragon scale.

The touch was cold and piercing, and he felt the terrible coldness while wearing gloves, if it were ordinary people, it was estimated that with their physique, they would not be able to hold it at all, and it would be impossible to hold it in their hands.

If you don't wear hand armor, maybe it only takes a few breaths, and the fingers and palms of ordinary people will be frozen directly by the cold air on the dragon scales.

And if there is still a large part of the perseverance in the character of this ordinary gentleman, it can only be said that this is a tragedy that no one wants to see, because the palm of this Mr. Tou Tie must die.

- There will hardly be another outcome other than amputation.

Geralt looked around for a moment, then let out a long sigh of relief as he felt his heartstrings that had been tense at last.

After such a period of time, he has already checked the battlefield roughly, and there may be many details and clues missing, but at least it can be confirmed that Ciri is not in danger, and she should have successfully escaped.

The various meat sauces, meat pieces, and severed limbs on the battlefield all belonged to the omission of the previous wild hunting team, and they seemed to have failed to defeat the dragon and failed to escape, so they all stayed.

The witcher didn't know how Ciri had escaped, and he wasn't even sure if he had actually escaped or had been captured by the dragon. Anyway, since he didn't find any evidence that the girl was killed, he would only think on the bright side, after all, as long as there is no bad news, then it is good news.

Taking a step back, even if Ciri was really captured by the tyrannical dragon, this is good news, as long as the other party does not kill her on the spot, then there is still room for detours.

Standing up, he took a few deep breaths before the witch turned to look at the sorceress, then reached out and gestured outside.

Then the sorceress nodded knowingly, maintained the magic barrier and turned around, and the two of them quickly left the battlefield area that was still shrouded in cold power, and walked to the open space outside.

The air at night is actually slightly cool, and this is still an isolated island, surrounded by endless lakes.

However, the temperature contrast was too great, and as soon as they stepped out of the battlefield, both witches and sorceresses felt that the temperature suddenly became "muggy". After all, magical enchantments don't completely isolate air interactions, so even if Kayla holds up the barrier to protect the two of them, the two of them can still feel the cold.

"I'll give it to you later, don't keep staring, you can't hold it now......"

Seeing Kayla's slightly fiery gaze fixed on the dragon scales in his hand, Geralt said casually.

He was in a good mood now, and he didn't care about these things, although dragon scales were very precious alchemy materials, they were of little use to witchers. Because the alchemy of witchers is similar to their spell abilities, it is a simplified version compared to warlocks.

The pursuit is efficient, fast, targeted, but specialized but not comprehensive.

To put it simply, if a demon hunter has been slaying evil ghosts and ghouls all his life, and dealing with low-level monsters like this, then he will probably not be able to use high-grade decoction and alchemy potions for the rest of his life.

Not to mention the alchemy materials dropped by real dragons, from ancient times to the present, even professional mages have few that can be used. For this kind of material, which cannot be touched in a lifetime, the witcher has not been able to develop a corresponding formula.

Geralt took this dragon scale in his hand, and the effect was probably to sell it for money, so it was better to give it directly to a professional like Kayla.

First, he can express his gratitude and continue to pull the other party into his chariot, and secondly, he hopes that Kayla can tell her some useful intelligence information after researching.

After all, the "white dragon" was too terrifying, and Geralt was not naïve enough to feel that this was the last time he would meet the other party.

Regardless of whether Ciri was captured or successfully escaped, it must be inseparable from the "white dragon" - if the former is true, Ciri must have been captured by it, and if the latter is the latter, it must continue to pursue Ciri.

It's a terrifying enemy that can't be bypassed, so Geralt thinks it's important for him to know about it.

It's best if you know all your habits and weaknesses, and Kayla can also provide him with a few recipes for decoctions and sword oil and bombs that are specifically used to hunt dragons.

"Where are you going next?" Kayla asked.

"Let's go to the Crow's Nest first, for my clues point to the fact that the Bloody Baron had invited Ciri to his territory...... There is also the need to visit the witch in the humpback mire, the elven mage mentioned earlier. ”

The white wolf replied without hesitation.

He had thought that as long as he found Ciri, he would be left alone with other clues, but now it seemed that he needed to investigate Ciri's previous experience and why he had provoked such a dragon.

The most important thing is that he doesn't know where Ciri has gone now, so he can only start with those clues and see if there is a chance to find the key information.

"Speaking of which, you said before that the spy who died at the hands of the Wild Hunter recorded a conflict between Ciri and the local witch of Willen......"

Kayla didn't know what was in mind, and said thoughtfully.

"Actually, I'm talking about the witch in the hunchback mire, I haven't been seen when I've been arguing with her...... And she also appeared in the Crow's Nest and Novigre, how did she appear in so many places in such a short period of time? ”

There was one more sentence she didn't say—

"Are there more than two Ciri at the same time?"

……

……

White Orchard Village.

At night, the village appears quiet and orderly, and in the ruins of a fortress north of the White Orchard, the Nilfgaard army has converted it into a barracks.

Tonight, the black-clad soldiers, the Nylfgaard soldiers, who patrolled the night, were still doing their duty, but—

"What's that?"

A horseman on horseback narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance, and vaguely saw a huge shape sweeping over the clouds and flying in the direction of the white orchard.