The lights are flickering in the ruins of the fortress of Amarit, food has been found, and the baron's men are searching for valuables.

It can be seen that they deliberately reduced the number of lights, just to light the road, which is not too far from the white orchard, to prevent the man in black from finding the clue.

Huck, who was pressed against his chest with his two-handed sword, couldn't move, his face was calm, but his head was racing with thoughts, thinking about how to get out of trouble.

"You must be curious how I found you, right?"

Everything went well, and the situation was very good, and Ignacius was in a good mood, and while his men were carrying food and searching for belongings, he wanted to have a good 'chat' with the witcher in front of him.

Seeing that the witcher did not answer, the baron continued to speak to himself:

"I was amazed to hear that you were still alive.

Then, logically associating the arson incident with you, thinking about the ability to get out of that situation, and the series of actions that preceded it, I deduced a few points:

1. You have a high probability of stealth skills, but you can't eliminate footsteps and smells, so you care so much about hounds, and it is also the reason why you can leave calmly later

2. You should be able to teleport some kind of short-range magic, just like a warlock's portal, which explains how you escaped from the cliff and burned the tent and supplies right under my nose.

Speaking of this, the baron's face was a little ugly, obviously thinking of the scene at that time.

"Of course, point 1 has just been determined, and I can't say for sure until I see you being shot with a crossbow arrow.

Knowing your abilities, you won't be so surprised to see you suddenly appear here and then disappear again.

I have to say, you're out of luck, and I happen to be your nemesis.

I don't know why you're here, and I don't care.

But the moment I saw you, I was thinking about how to lure you into appearing, and I thought that your personality belongs to the type of adventure, so I gave you a good time.

The Witcher, you surprised me, but disappointed me a little.

Your abilities are beyond my imagination, but you easily fell into my hands, and I have to say, I still overestimated you! ”

The lord stopped, looking at the witcher, hoping to see fear and surprise in his eyes, but to his disappointment, he saw nothing.

Huck lowered his eyelids, as if he had resigned himself to his fate, but in fact he was watching the baron's every move.

Ignasius raised his sword in one hand, staring at himself indecently, even when someone was giving a briefing, he didn't take a step away.

The heavy two-handed sword was as light as nothing in his hand, and he raised it with one hand for so long without a trace of trembling.

Originally, I thought that the baron relied on his immortal body, but I didn't expect his swordsmanship to be so good, and the scene of killing the Quartet just now was vivid.

If you really want to talk about it, as far as swordsmanship is concerned, it feels like Geralt is comparable to him, and the two may have their own strengths and weaknesses, and their strength is equal.

Seeing that the baron seemed to be at this point, with murderous intent in his eyes, Huck hurriedly spoke: "I didn't expect your swordsmanship to be so good, this is beyond my expectations!" ”

Hearing the Witcher's praise, the Baron smug, "When I was young, I was known as the Champion Knight of Virjema, and I had almost no rivals in all of Temeria..."

"Lord Lord" Smith, a tall man, walked over, his sword still dripping blood.

The captain of the guard had a bandage on his head, and when he looked at the witcher, his eyes were full of hatred, and he whispered to the baron, "It's almost time, you should go~"

"So, that's it!" The baron nodded, and looked at the witcher on the ground, with regret in his eyes, as if he hadn't had enough fun.

Seeing that he also held the hilt of the sword with his left hand, Huck's eyes narrowed, and his amber pupils shrank into a straight line.

Damn, it's spelling~

He quietly drew the seal behind him with his left hand, preparing to add a Quinn shield, and his right hand also quietly retracted, using his body to block the other party's view.

Just as he was about to throw out the instantaneous honeycomb bomb that he had prepared in the storage space just in case, a wave of magic came from behind him.

The strong aura of magic caught everyone's attention, and even the bandits, who had no magical perception at all, were attracted by the ripples that appeared in mid-air.

The glowing magic portal quickly took shape, and a brown boot stepped out of it.

The baron looked at the portal in front of him with some surprise, and his eyes fell on the woman who was walking out, full of suspicion and vigilance.

Huck had tried to take advantage of the baron's distraction to get out, but found that the guy was very alert.

The great sword had pierced the thick cloth hunting suit and pressed against the skin of his chest, and the rest of his eyes had never left him.

The witcher believed that the slightest movement would lead to a fatal blow.

Seeing that there was no chance, he simply stopped fantasizing, turned his head to look behind, and just saw a pair of straight long legs walking in front of his head.

Along the boots, there were round and tight brown leather trousers, then a fanny pack, a belt, and then a pair of blue eyes through the gap between the peaks.

The woman's face was hidden in the hood, but the large eyes that gleamed blue in the darkness were all too familiar.

Emily?

Why is she here?

"AENY" (Old Chinese)

Just as the baron was about to ask the sudden appearance of the sorceress, the other party suddenly raised his hand, and with a short and graceful spell, a fist-sized fireball came towards him.

Seeing that the other party was indiscriminate and suddenly attacked him, Ignatius didn't have time to think, and raised his hand with a sword, splitting the fireball in half and dissipating into the air.

Enraged, he was about to open his mouth when a fireball flew again.

"Kill her, she's a sorceress with the witchers!" Smith seemed to be aware of Emily's presence, recognized her identity at this point, and rushed over screaming.

Whew~

The sorceress raised her other hand, and fireballs shot out like machine cannons.

The left-handed fireball focused on the Baron and Smith, who wanted to rush over, causing the former to retreat and the latter to stop.

The fireball in his right hand flew towards the bandit who was scrambling to raise his bow and crossbow, turning one enemy after another into a stick of fire.

The astonishing magic blow inflicted a double blow on the enemy's mind and body, and the scene was instantly thrown into chaos.

The terrifying power of magic startled the baron, and in the face of a steady stream of small fireballs, he dodged left and right, slashed and blocked, but his clothes and hair were still set on fire, burning his whole body black, and his face was like coal.

"Let's go!"

Seizing the opportunity, he got up and walked over to the sorceress, and Huck shouted at her.

"Aenye" (Old Chinese)

Emily nodded, and suddenly chanted loudly, the fireball in her hand suddenly increased, and with the raising of her hands, two bursting fireballs the size of two heads flew out.

Amid the robbers' exclamations, she turned and rushed into the portal behind her with Huck.

As the two disappeared, the portal's energy ran out and dissipated into the void.

The baron, who had been blown away by the explosive fireball a few meters away, got up in disgrace, and he looked angrily at the place where the two had disappeared, and did not say a word for a long time.

"My lord, we need to get out of here, the Nilfgaard are about to arrive!"

Next to him, Smith, who was as disgraced as him, and his clothes were burned to the point that there were holes everywhere, came over, and his tone was a little urgent.

"Let's go" looked at the ruins of the fortress that had completely burned due to the fireball attack just now, and the baron spat at the ground hatefully, "What about the dead and wounded?" ”

Hearing the question, the captain of the guard swallowed his saliva and said with some difficulty: "The crossbowmen were almost all wiped out, and in addition to nearly ten casualties~"

Hearing the answer, the baron staggered and almost fell down the steps.

Are sorceresses so terrible?

He remembered Fltest's former court advisor Triss, as if she wasn't so fierce!

At least she didn't cast spells that fast|!