Demon Hunter and His Hut

It failed again. "

At the top of the cliff, the atmosphere in the palace almost solidified. After a long while, Tristelemi broke the silence.

"I said long ago that we shouldn't be scared, we need more preparation."

There was anger hidden in Guzman's voice. He paced back and forth, his footsteps became heavier and heavier. Obviously, what appeared here this time was no longer his phantom, but the real body.

"If you didn't use the bell to wake up others rashly, how could we become so passive!"

He complained somewhat.

"You blame me for revealing this information." Tristrimi sneered. "The guys below don't care what they think. They also desire a longer life. This is a normal desire."

"But no matter what we do, we can't escape our grasp."

"Don't think I don't know what you have done."

"But you have to admit that this is our opportunity." Guzman retorted.

"It should be your chance." Tristramie snorted coldly.

"Don't engage in this kind of meaningless quarrel, now because of your impulse, the whole thing is known to everyone, even Mr. Heinris takes it seriously."

"He can't get off now because of more important things, but I think it won't be long before he will be here, and then find that guy's body and end it all."

"What's more, those hungry wolves from other soul realms, how could they let this opportunity pass?"

"If we can't control that Roger's soul in the shortest time, when everyone arrives, how many chances do we have to enjoy the fruits of victory alone?"

Guzman clenched his fists, the expression on his face tangled, as if he was making some kind of trade-off.

"Hasn't this failure made you a little more sober?" Tristlemy folded her skinny fingers, as if making some preparations.

"That Roger is beyond imagination. There are only two ways to defeat him in a short time."

"The first is to set a trap to pull his soul into the soul realm. The second is to submerge him with human tactics regardless of the casualty ratio."

"Although we can't leave the soul realm, we can still allow a part of the power to come through some means. If these powers are strong enough, even in the real world, he can be suppressed."

Hearing Tristelemi's words, Guzman's eyes lit up, "Are you trying to borrow the power of those greedy people?"

"Couldn't it?" Tristramie asked rhetorically.

"Since there is no way to go to that place in a short period of time, then you have a chance to get his body if you master his soul."

"We have conducted many experiments on this issue, and we are still certain."

Soon, the open palace fell into silence again, and the two of them did not know what they were thinking about until a wandering figure appeared.

"Yumet!"

Guzman said in a deep voice.

"This is not the time for you to be willful. You should be more eager to regain your body than all of us. The opportunity is here. If you can't grasp it..."

"OK OK."

Umit wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth, waved to Guzman impatiently, and thanked Tristramie.

"Thank you for the wine, it made my long life seem less difficult."

"You are indulging him!" Guzman snorted coldly.

"We have agreed to act together, but at the critical moment, he can't be found."

After hearing Guzman's questioning, Tristrimi chuckled, "But this can at least prevent him from making trouble for us."

As if thinking of something, Guzman stopped talking, just clasped his shoulders and frowned in thought.

Soon Umit's presumptuous laughter came from the empty hall. He drank and danced on his own, moving from side to side, muttering in his mouth, not knowing what he was talking about.

"What you said makes sense, but no matter what kind of plan you need to know the specific whereabouts of that Roger, can you guarantee this?"

After a while, Guzman spoke suddenly.

"Have you forgotten my title?"

Tristrimi smiled but did not give a positive answer, but Guzman obviously ignored this, so he nodded.

"The soul transfer ritual can only be performed once. Next time he will become extremely alert. We must act as soon as possible. You will determine his position and gather the power in your hands."

"You can influence his destiny trajectory, guide that Roger to a designated location, and then we can start the ritual to pull his soul directly into the soul realm."

Guzman suggested.

Tristrimi's eyes drooped slightly, changing to other transcendents, even if they were of the same level, Tristrimi had a way to influence part of the opponent's trajectory through the power of fate.

But that Roger...

The weakness of power is only one aspect, and more importantly, the energy of the same origin makes her influence plummet.

And this must not be known by Guzman and others.

"I will find a way."

"But I don't think the chance of success is high. At present, using only one or two soul weapons is not an opponent of that guy at all."

"Even if we are prepared and successfully introduced it into the trap, there is no guarantee that the ceremony will succeed."

With this, Guzman's face flashed with a trace of flesh pain, the attack ended in failure, and his spear was missing.

For him, the loss is not just a weapon, but a part of the upper limit of power.

"Don't worry, even if the weapon falls in his hand, it won't do anything. When we control him, you will regain the lost power."

Tristrimi comforted a few words casually, and the two continued to discuss the details of the next plan, while Yumit, who was wandering in the palace on the other side, looked like a wandering creature.

However, no one seems to know that Umit not only participated in the previous attack, but even had direct contact with Roger.

Obviously, it was not Umit's ontology that appeared there at the time, but even so, being able to achieve this level was enough to surprise other immortals.

The three immortals face a common enemy, but each seems to have a different purpose.

But what they didn't know was that although the body and soul were separated, Roger was much stronger than they thought.

Their only chance is to gather other immortals, use double-digit or more soul martial arts, and extend the battle time through crazy crowd tactics.

This was what Tristrimi wanted, but it was not Guzman's goal. As for Umit, no one knew what he was thinking.

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The wheels of the horse-drawn carriage printed two traces that were not shallow or deep on the mountain road.

After sending Tiffany and Elder away, Kenneth finally didn't have to bear the embarrassment that never existed anymore.

When parting. He ignored it. Tiffany's faint look in his eyes, although the previous experience made the two understand each other's mind and establish a certain relationship, it is not the time for their children to love each other now.

Roger originally had the mentality to give it a try. He wanted to get in touch with the extraordinary from other worlds, but he never thought that he would get some unexpected news from Kenneth.

According to him, there are not a few worlds like this. In addition to the Supreme Dragon Court, which represents the bloodline power, there is another transcendent power that is based on soul power and is no weaker than the Supreme Dragon Court.

Although the overall influence is not as high as that of the Supreme Dragon Court, through the mutual connection between different soul realms, these transcendents with powerful soul power can cross the world barrier and shuttle in the soul realm at a small cost.

Their power comes from the soul, and they can gather powerful power in a short time, so even if they face the Supreme Dragon Court, they can't fall below.

There are also some special areas that will suppress the power of the bloodline.

"It's strange that there is no way to trace the creation of this huge power back to past history. It seems to have appeared out of thin air, and it has accumulated huge power in a short period of time."

"Almost no one has seen the true face of the founder of this huge organization. People are just accustomed to calling him the Lord of the Mist."

"Although known as the Lord of the Mist, the symbol of this huge power is the sun corresponding to it. Perhaps their original intention is to keep the mist away and embrace the time of light."

In the carriage, while Kenneth told Roger some basic information he knew, he drew a mark that belonged to the Lord of the Mist.

Kenneth was originally just out of boredom, and Roger didn't care much about the so-called imprint, but after a casual glance, his expression instantly slackened.

It is a simple sun symbol, after a certain degree of abstraction, it is not complex as a whole, nor does it contain any occult power.

But this symbol turned out to be exactly the same as an extremely powerful empire in Roger's memory.

Nilfgaard.

He can't remember it wrong, the extremely powerful empire that swept all directions in the wizarding world.

"Is it a coincidence?"

Enduring the surprise in his heart, Roger slowly lowered his head.

If this is not a coincidence.

Then this so-called lord of the mist...

Will he also come from that place?

Who is he? What is his purpose?

At this moment, Roger was in a mess, and Kenneth said a lot of things next, but he didn't listen to a word.

On the other carriage, Chloe, who set off again, looked worried. She opened the window frequently and stared at the carriage leading the way in front.

"When did Roger meet such a distinguished person?"

"Looking at the dress and temperament, the man who calls himself Kenneth must come from an ancient family. It is by no means pretentious. Without a certain family history, there is no way to cultivate such outstanding aristocratic temperament."

"Such nobles are one of the few on the entire continent."

"Isn't this something to be happy about?"

Emily spoke suddenly.

Because of the change in identity, she has lost much of the awe of Chloe. Although the classes still exist, at least they can communicate normally.

"You don't understand." Chloe shook his head.

"The nobles pay attention to the inheritance of blood, and also value the reputation of a family. Our family declines, and there is not much sense of existence in the provinces of the kingdom. Looking at the whole world, it is even more insignificant."

"And that Kenneth, his family must be extremely powerful, and even if the heirs of such a powerful family do not have the right to inherit, their status and status are beyond us.

"Looking at his previous attitude, he doesn't seem to be an ordinary friend to Roger, and he always feels something inexplicable..."

After thinking about it, Chloe spit out a word, "Please."

"Think about it, a great aristocrat who inherited an ancient family, facing a declining little aristocrat with low strength, did not raise her arrogance but was humbly everywhere.

"What do you say his purpose is?"

"What does he want from Roger?"

As he spoke, Chloe couldn't help showing a trace of horror on his face.

"Is his real purpose..."

Emily also understood Chloe's eyes, she couldn't help but shiver, similar rumors she had heard in many noble maids.

But it does not mean it is acceptable.

What's more, the reborn Master Roger... he is so handsome, powerful and full of charm.

But if... if he would... think of some terrible scenes, Emily shook her head in horror, and Chloe's face became very ugly.

"No, I have to find an opportunity to tell Roger that even for the rise of the family, he must not sacrifice his body and dignity!"

Roger, who didn't know that he had been labeled by his cheap sister, had calmed down his surprise at this time.

He thought about it, and the only flaw in this issue was the Gwent card.

The special marks belonging to different decks include the sun mark belonging to Nilfgaard, and in addition to the castle he calls home.

Kyle Mohan.

If the lord of the mist really came from the wizarding world, he would most likely have heard the name.

A powerful organization that can fight against the Supreme Dragon Court, how strong is their leader?

Sixth order, seventh order?

So is this guy an enemy or a friend?

Is he the only one, or one of them?

Too many doubts came to my mind that although Roger barely recovered his calmness, he became somewhat lacking in interest in the following conversation.

Because of Roger's strength before, Kenneth didn't dare to ask too deep questions, and the carriage quickly returned to calm.

Just when Roger thought they were going all the way north to the Hoarfrost Forest, the carriage turned a corner in front of the forest, passed through a long and narrow valley, then changed direction and entered the vast sea of ​​trees.

Although it did not reach the north, the temperature in the vicinity actually plummeted, but when it entered the depths of the jungle, the temperature increased dramatically.

The trees along the road are lush, and it even makes people suspect that autumn is over.

Later, the mountain road was completely unable to adapt to the carriage, but Kenneth just opened his mouth and let out a few short roars, and many ferocious beasts appeared in the woods.

Chloe obviously wanted to talk to Roger a few times along the way~www.NovelMTL.com~ But for various reasons, she failed to do so. She observed carefully and noticed that her brother's brows were slightly wrinkled, and a heart could not help being raised. .

Soon a voice interrupted Roger's thinking.

"Here we are."

"This is the last hiding place."

In the afterglow of the setting sun, half of the mountain gradually changed its shape in the sun.

This is a castle that blends with the mountain.

No, that may not be a castle.

It was a dragon corpse.

Roger frowned. "You didn't tell me that your uncle is dead."

(End of this chapter)

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