The blood seeped to the surface and quickly faded away.

A small bat with a pinch of white hair on its chest, its wings covered with striking red blood lines, is lying in a huge pool of blood, slowly absorbing the blood energy in it and storing it for the next battle.

If you look at it with a spiritual vision, you will find that the magic circle composed of blood magic is forming a huge network, absorbing the essence of every drop of blood spilled in this cruel war into the center of the circle.

Under normal circumstances, the blood that should have coagulated long ago is still alive at this time.

Coos, who was dressed in a black robe, suddenly appeared: "Miss, you haven't shown up much these days, and you haven't even been to Miss Cellinina's place much, do you want to talk to the adults, he will definitely be in a hurry." ”

"Forget it, Coors."

"Just like you did, you don't have to tell the adults everything."

The little bat turned into a human form, wandering in the blood water, the milky white skin formed a sharp contrast with the blood water, weird, terrifying, and a bit of strange beauty.

When Coors dealt with the rebels in the territory before, he raised a butcher's knife and almost wiped out those who were secretly half-hearted, and the fact that the Transjordanian border region was able to exert such a terrifying mobilization ability in this war is not unrelated to this "Great Purge".

When Lothar came back and heard about it, she just gave a noncommittal "um" and didn't pay any more attention.

Kurs smiled helplessly: "This is different, if you say it directly, the adults will also agree to you." ”

"Stupid big guy didn't take the souls of these people, Cools. She's smart, and although she rarely speaks, she knows that adults don't like this 'last resort' approach. ”

She lowered her head and raised an arm, blood dripping from her fingertips: "I was the main force before, but now, I have been reduced to the point that every time I fight, no matter how I prepare, I can only play the role of soy sauce, how can this be willing?" ”

"I'm not Hans's kind of fool who feels very satisfied with doing some trivial chores every day."

There was a moment of silence for a while.

Fringira was a little embarrassed and said, "Ah, Kurs, I'm not talking about you, you have done a lot more than Hans, he is only in charge of a knight order that the adults don't want, and you have to coordinate all the armies under the command of the adults. ”

Coors smiled, "Miss, you're a lot more talkative than you used to be. ”

Midnight.

An oil lamp burned on the table.

Manuscript paper waiting to dry is spread all over the table.

Next to it are stacked on top of each other, and there is already a stack of "new books".

Holding a quill in his hand, he will re-trim it with a graver with a blunt tip before dipping it in a funnel-shaped inkwell next to it, taking it out and continuing to write a story on the white paper.

Even for Prajna himself, the witcher is quite a wonderful story.

She sometimes imagined what life would be like if she were in the world of witchers.

In this kind of imagination, there is often a person to accompany you.

There was a rustling sound outside the door, and Lothar took off her coat, took off her boots outside the tent, stepped on the blanket, came behind Prajna, and stretched out her hand to caress her shoulders: "You have been writing all day? ”

"Hmm"

"You've just taken a shower."

Not a question, but a declarative sentence.

"Well, I drank wine at night, and because I didn't have you by my side, I sweated a little, so I took a shower before I came back."

Lothar's strength has been improved now, so Pranya no longer needs to be by his side from time to time, and he doesn't have to worry about a few photos of Lothar being taken down, or even waiting for them to support him.

She turned her head and stared into Lothar's eyes.

A pair of eyes as calm as water made Lothar's heart feel weak for a while.

"Forget it, I didn't come back with the smell of other women, I won't blame you."

Lothar sneered and did not answer, with the cleverness of Prajna, I am afraid that he would have noticed the clue between him and Jeanne, but I should not know when the two of them got together.

She got up and blew out the candle on the table.

She stepped on a soft cashmere carpet, her movements light and elegant, and her jade-like feet loomed under a white silk dress, a style of underwear commonly used by aristocratic women of this era.

"Go to sleep."

She looked back, and there was a calm in her black eyes, without a ripple.

"Oh, good."

Lothar lay down on the couch, grabbed Praruya's palm, stroked each of her knuckles, and her body got closer and closer, her breath burning Prarua's ears.

She turned and stared at Lothar for a long time before she spoke, "I thought you were having fun." ”

The biggest difference between Prajna and Jeanne is that he will not hold on to his omissions and bring them up over and over again - if it were Jeanne, he would definitely say extremely embarrassing words like "Don't rub me with something you just got into another woman's body".

"Sleep, I'll take you to a good place."

"Sleeping" vs. "Going to a good place?" ”

Lothar was a little confused for a moment what Prajna meant.

But after looking at Pranya's calm eyes for a long time, his mood gradually calmed down, and when Pranya closed his eyes, he also felt a wave of sleepiness hit him, and then closed his eyes.

In a trance, he heard the sound of a cold wind whistling through the dilapidated castle.

Open your eyes again.

It's white.

It was a snow-capped mountain, with a goshawk soaring through the mountains, and at his feet, an abyss, standing proudly on the walls of a dilapidated castle built against the mountain.

Between the cracks in the walls, there are weeds that grow wildly.

The broken bricks and stones scattered on the ground prove that the castle has not been repaired for many years.

The mottled stone walls have been exposed to the wind and sun, and it seems that if you touch them lightly, you will drop a large piece of wall skin.

"Where is this?"

Lothar couldn't come back to her senses.

"Stand there and don't move!"

Behind him, a man's hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

Of course, Lothar will not be obedient, and after his strength is raised, he now has the determination to defend his personal safety, instead of choosing to delay time and wait for rescue in the face of a strong enemy.

The cross-sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and with a loud bang, the long sword that the man had slashed at because he saw his small movements.

The two quickly distanced themselves.

Although the fight was only for a brief moment, the two immediately realized that the other was a rare master of swordsmanship.

Lothar's eyes widened, and the man in front of him had white hair, blonde, cat-like vertical pupils, and two scabbards on his back—wasn't that Geralt?

"Who are you?"

Lothar smiled bitterly and said, "If I say, this is a misunderstanding, can we stop fighting?" ”

At this point, he wouldn't have guessed who did it.

It turns out that Prajna also has this little temper.

"What do you say?"

Geralt pulled a sword flower, as the number one swordsman in the north, his swordsmanship, even if Lothar had the "specialization-level swordsmanship" attached to the shining cross sword, was still inferior to the other party.

This is the world of difference between experts and masters.

"This is Kylemohan, isn't it, the home of the wolf witchers?"

"You went to great lengths to find this place, do you still need to ask me where this is?"

Lothar was still thinking about explaining, but soon realized that this might be an excellent place to hone his martial arts, and although Hans was also a good sparring partner, he really knew how to understand the world.

In front of him, Hans never gave his full strength.

As for Celinina, the gap with his strength is too big.

Therefore, he closed his mouth and put out a "bull trend" with both hands raised above his head and pointed at the opposite side of the door.

The demon hunter on the opposite side raised his sword, holding the sword in both hands, and raised it above his head, which was the beginning of the "top momentum", which seemed to be open and full of loopholes, but in fact, it could change its move to a bullish position at any time, and the momentum of the attack was even more ferocious.

Both of them are moving, as if they are dancing around an invisible circle, but in fact, every step is a hidden murderous intention, as long as the other party shows a little flaw, it will be followed by a stormy offensive.

Lothar finally couldn't hold back and took the lead.

His movements were extremely fast, and the blood waterfall was activated, with a strength close to two hundred points and an agility of one hundred and fifty points, so that the tip of his sword was close to Geralt's face in just an instant.

Geralt took advantage of the situation and slashed the sword, but it was the last to come first, directly splitting the long sword stabbed by Lothar, and hit Lothar in the chest with an elbow strike, and in the moment of widening the distance, he raised his sword and flirted with it.

Lothar hurriedly raised his sword to block, and had to take several steps back to open the distance.

After only a short round of fighting, Lothar showed a solemn look: "He is worthy of being the number one swordsman in the north!" ”

This sword skill is definitely tempered by thousands of hammers and honed from countless life-and-death battles, and in this regard, Lothar is too inferior to the other party.

"Who the hell are you?"

Geralt frowned, he could feel the strong dangerous aura coming from this uninvited guest, but the opponent's swordsmanship was obviously not enough to bring such a threat to him, he must have some other hole cards hidden.

"Me"

Lothar didn't know how to describe his identity, so he just raised his sword, rearranged it with both hands in his hands, and pointed diagonally at the ground in front of him: "Let's have a fight first, and then let's sit down and have a good chat after the fight." ”

Geralt reminded, "You will die by my sword." ”

Lothar said firmly, "I won't, even if I cast your seal, I'll have more than you think—remember Sakia?" The female dragon in human form, I was like her. ”

Geralt's expression when he looked at Lothar became unusual, this guy, is he also a dragon?

In order to dispel Geralt's concerns, Lothar shallow unleashed his dragon power, an illusory dragon shadow, flashing from him.

Black Dragon?

It seems that the myths and legends are wrong, in this world, not only the golden dragon has the ability to incarnate into a human form.

"Well, be careful."

The first swordsman of the North, under pressure from Lothar, finally decided to show his full strength.

(End of chapter)