It is precisely because the white dragon is the rarest and there is even no evidence to prove its real existence that we can understand why the sorcerer was amazed by a giant dragon suspected to be a white dragon.

This is completely professional instinct.

Existing giant dragons are already very rare, and humans hunt giant dragons not to protect their own living space, although giant dragons are usually considered the biggest threat to humans.

However, the source of the hostility of ordinary people towards dragons is either because they cannot correctly distinguish between dragons and other dragon-like creatures, or because they covet a large amount of treasures that dragons hoarded.

After all, dragons are very greedy creatures. They all like to hoard precious treasures with magic, and they can often live for a long time. You can imagine what an amazing huge wealth this is.

Moreover, the dragon itself can be said to be full of treasures. Dragon tears, dragon blood and dragon teeth are extremely precious alchemy raw materials, which can be made into potions, longevity pills and cosmetics, so it often attracts the covetousness of warlocks.

——Considering the issues involving youth and beauty, especially the sorcerer, the real enemy of the dragon...

Geralt ignored Kaila anymore. He quickly walked to the open ground ahead, and saw traces left by the previous tragic battles, such as frost, ice crystals, mud and water, trees... he could only say that he was in a mess and could not bear the eyes.

In addition, the sudden drop in the air temperature in this area made him even feel like he was walking directly into a certain winter scene.

Kaila couldn't help but shivered, then her lips shivered a few times. She wrapped her hands around her shoulders, took a breath of air conditioning, and began to regret that she had worn so little and went out.

Immediately afterwards, she decisively supported the magic barrier for herself and the witch hunter beside her to resist the low temperature erosion from the outside world.

“…”

Just as he was about to turn around and let the sorcerer leave here first, so that Geralt, who was frozen, did not make any noise when he saw this. Anyway, it would be fine. After all, the two of them cooperated like this when they were fighting with the Wild Hunter in the Elves ruins.

The battlefield was destroyed quite heavily, and deep ravines and cracks were left on the ground. After inspection, it was confirmed that most of them were traces caused by the actions of the behemoth.

An overly heavy and huge body will cause unimaginable damage to the surrounding environment. When the claws are pressed, there is a deep pit on the ground. When the strong and strong hind legs are exerted force, there is a deep gully. When the steel-like tail is smashed hard, the ground is a crack of more than ten meters...

There were various fragmented limbs and frozen ice sculptures on the scene, including wild hunting and wild hunting dogs. Some limbs were scattered all over the ground, some internal organs were soaked in pools of blood, and some meat was sank into the ground...

There are all kinds of strange dead shapes, those who are pinched into meat sauce, those who are bitten off half of their body, and those who are torn into pieces... The whole scene is like flesh and blood flying everywhere, suitable for all ages, and it is a unilateral massacre.

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

Of course, he did not have any sympathy and compassion for the wild hunting. The other party threatened to pursue his adopted daughter and refused to give up. He wished that the wild hunting race would die completely and be completely genocide.

He was just worried that the dragon was so cruel and cruel, would Xili be in danger... He could not imagine what would happen if he found a part of the girl in the bloody and broken limbs and arms everywhere.

So, the witch hunter's brain went blank in an instant.

He didn't know how much hope Xili had to escape under such a bad situation, but he made a nearly desperate judgment in an instinctive manner.

It was hard to tell whether it was the previous sequelae, or now Geralt suddenly felt a severe dizziness. He shook his feet for a while, but he still insisted on checking the entire battlefield, trying to analyze the clues left behind.

He was afraid to see the most miserable and unacceptable scene, but he couldn't ignore it and check it carefully. After all, escaping cannot solve the problem.

Moreover, people are eager for miracles. When they are desperate, they will be lucky. The witch hunter is no exception. Although folk legends say that they all lose their emotions due to genetic mutations, the fact is not.

Kaila opened her mouth but said nothing. At this time, she seemed very eye-catching.

...

...

Time passes by minute by minute.

The night in the sky became deeper, and the moon was occasionally covered by dark clouds, casting large shadows on the ground.

"This cold is very abnormal, as if it is beginning to enter winter..."

"The frozen corpse is as hard as steel, but as crisp as ice. They probably died immediately..."

"Well, this should be a piece of dragon scale, about half a palm-sized, and covered with white frost. This cold power is too unusual, and it seems to have a lot of similarity with the frost brought by wild hunting..."

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

The touch was biting cold when he put on his hands. He felt the terrible coldness while wearing gloves. If it were ordinary people, they would probably not be able to hold it with their physique and would not be able to hold it in their hands.

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

If there is a large part of the perseverance in this ordinary gentleman's character, it can only be said that this is a tragedy that no one wants to see, because the palm of the iron-headed gentleman will inevitably die.

——There are almost no other result except amputation.

Geralt looked up and looked around for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that his heartstrings that had been tense can finally relax.

After a while, he had roughly checked the battlefield, and there might be many details and clues left out, but at least it can be confirmed that Xili was not in danger, and she should have successfully escaped.

The various meat sauces, meat pieces, broken limbs and broken arms on the battlefield were all omissions from the previous wild hunting team. They seemed to be unable to defeat the dragon and failed to escape successfully, so they all stayed.

The witch hunter didn't know how Xili escaped, and he couldn't even be sure whether the other party had really escaped or was captured by the dragon. Anyway, since he had not found any signs that could prove the girl's murder, he would only think about the good side. After all, as long as there was no bad news, it would be good news.

Taking a step back, even if Xili was really captured by the tyrannical dragon, this is also good news. As long as the other party did not take her life on the spot, there would be room for detour.

He stood up and took a deep breath several times, then the witch hunter turned around and looked at the sorcerer, then reached out and pointed outside.

Then the sorcerer nodded enlightenedly, kept the magic barrier and turned around. The two of them quickly left the battlefield area still covered by cold forces and walked to the open space outside.

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

However, the temperature contrast is probably too large. As soon as you walk out of the battlefield, the witch hunter and the sorcerer feel that the temperature suddenly becomes "sultry". After all, the magic barrier does not completely isolate the air interaction, so even if Kaila supports the barrier to protect the two, the two can still feel the coldness.

"I will give this thing to you after that. Don't keep staring at it, you can't hold it now..."

Seeing Kaila's gaze frozen on the dragon scales in his hand, Geralt said casually.

He is in a good mood now and doesn't care about these things anymore. Although the dragon scales are very precious alchemy materials, they are useless for the witch hunters. Because the alchemy of the witch hunters is just as good as their magical abilities, they are all simplified versions compared to the warlock.

What we pursue is efficiency, speed, and targetedness, but specialization but not comprehensive.

Simply put, if a witch hunter has been killing evil ghosts and corpse ghosts all his life, and dealing with low-level monsters like this, he will probably never use advanced decoctions and alchemy potions for his whole life.

Not to mention the alchemy materials dropped from real dragons. From ancient times to the present, not even professional mages can use them. For such materials that will never be touched in a lifetime, the witch hunter has not been able to develop the corresponding formula.

Geralt held this dragon scale in his hand, and the function was probably to sell it for money. It would be better to give it to a professional like Kayla directly.

First, he can express his gratitude and continue to pull the other party onto his own chariot. Second, he hopes that after research, he can tell himself some useful information.

After all, the "white dragon" was too terrible, and Geralt didn't naively think that this was his last meeting with the other party.

Whether Xili was captured or successfully escaped, it would inevitably be inseparable from the "white dragon" - if the former, Xili must have been captured by it, and if the latter, it would inevitably continue to hunt Xili.

This is a terrifying and powerful enemy that cannot be avoided, so Geralt believes that it is necessary to understand its intelligence.

The best is that you can understand your habits and weaknesses, and Kaila can also provide him with several recipes for decoctions, sword oils and bombs specifically for hunting dragons, which is the best.

"Where are you going next?" Kaila asked.

"First go to the Crow's Nest to investigate, because my clues point out that the bloody Baron once invited Cirie to his territory... and also need to visit the witch in the Humpbacked Swamp, the elf mage mentioned before."

Bailang replied without hesitation.

He had thought that as long as he found Xili, he would not have to worry about other clues, but now it seems that it is necessary for him to investigate Xili's previous experience and why he got into such a giant dragon.

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

"Speaking of this, you said before, the spy who died in the Wild Hunter recorded a conflict about the local witch in Xiri and Willen..."

Kaila said thoughtfully without knowing what she thought.

"Actually, I should be talking about the witch in the hunchbacked mud. I was not seen when I quarreled with her... She also appeared in Crow's Nest and Novigri. How did she appear in so many places in a short period of time?"

There is another sentence she didn't say—

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

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Baiguoyuan Village.

The village at night seemed quiet and orderly, and in the ruins of a fortress north of the White Orchard, Nifgad's army transformed it into a barracks.

Today, the patrolling men in black, Nifgaard, were still loyal to their duties, but-

"What is that?"

A cavalry riding on a horse narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance. He vaguely saw a huge shape passing over the clouds and flying towards the white orchard.
Chapter completed!