A few minutes ago...

Geralt was smashing various boxes and utensils in the low house, looking for Ciri's necklace.

Previously in the ruins of Foca Tower in Tovalchika, he watched his beloved daughter Xili disappear into the portal despite her retention.

Now dozens of days have passed, and Xiri did not come back according to the promise of the elf sage Avarak.

After that, it took a day of heavy snow to the north, and as the weather gradually became colder, Geralt became more and more anxious.

He ran to Avarak's laboratory to question the other party, but found that the place was empty and Avarak was missing.

Before leaving, Geralt found a necklace on the ground, which was picked up by Geralt on Avarak's table when Ciri and herself came here to investigate.

Xili just learned that she was just a carrier of the blood of the elders who had been deliberately cultivated. She was extremely frustrated when she learned the truth. Geralt gave the necklace to Xili, hoping to comfort her.

Geralt then realized that Cialis did not even take the necklace out of the laboratory, but threw it away while he was not paying attention.

Who can accept such careless gifts?

With regret, Geralt smashed the laboratory by himself. After doing everything, Geralt collapsed to the ground weakly, constantly blaming himself deep in his heart.

But it's all too late.

Thinking of her previous inconsideration, self-righteousness, and overprotectiveness, Geralt realized that even if Ciri was not dead, she would probably not return to this world and to her side that disappointed her.

Repentance for his incompetence and fault turned into anger. After Geralt came out of Avalak's laboratory, he came to the lady's hut in the forest non-stop.

A few months ago, Geralt and Xili came here to attack the old woman in the forest who caused harm to Willen. They killed Baipo and Wildpo, but let Weaver turn into crows and run away. Before leaving, they stole Xili's wolf-head pendant.

And now, the pendant has become Geralt's only spiritual sustenance.

In a mess, Geralt finally found an exquisite wooden box. After it was broken, it was Cialis's necklace inside.

Geralt knelt on the ground and picked up the wolf-head pendant. The next moment he seemed to have lost all his strength and sat on a shaky chair, with the last conversation he had before killing Hayao.

"Look at the surroundings! Have you felt their resentment? You slaughtered their brothers for a little money. White wolf, you have lost your claws now, they will let you taste endless pain! Prophecy will not lie, you are doomed today. Jiwei Ail can no longer find her way home, she has been lost in the endless frozen wilderness forever. And you are in great fear now!"

But he replied indifferently:

"You are wrong, my heart is already empty."

Geralt held the pendant tightly in his hand and put it on his forehead.

Outside the door, the terrifying screams of swamp monsters came from the swamp monsters. He was already completely disappointed and just wanted to wait quietly for the arrival of his final destiny.

Then, after unknown how long the swamp monsters never broke into the door.

What's even more strange is that several loud noises suddenly came outside the door, and the vibration caused the fragments of the wooden box on the ground to tremble, and smoke and dust even floated in through the cracks in the door.

Immediately afterwards, the wolf-head pendant in his hand seemed to sense magic and tremble violently, with the huge amplitude that he could hardly grasp it.

The pendant on his chest even bounced up, making his face slam.

Geralt frowned with his eyebrows closed, and the pendant made his face hurt. He could no longer maintain his silent posture, so he finally decided to go out and check it out.

However, as soon as he was about to get up, he was overturned to the ground by continuous explosions above his head.

He saw half of the roof being blown away, and the remaining thatched roof also started to burn.

The fire spread and the whole room was about to collapse, Geralt used the "Alder" seal to knock the door and jumped out.

The sky-sky fire made Geralt squint his eyes, and the heat wave made him unconsciously raise his hand to block his face, and his nose was filled with the stinking smell of blood and flesh.

The originally muddy and dark mud was orange-red against the flames, and countless broken limbs and arms were scattered on it. In addition to the more than 20 swamp monsters he killed, more corpses were added.

Looking around, not only the big house behind me, but the remaining two low houses were also burning, and the crackling sound of wood burning filled my ears.

Even in the surrounding swamps, sparse trees and low shrubs exposed to the water burned the fire. Against the backdrop of the reflection, it looked like a real sea of ​​fire from afar.

And in this sea of ​​fire, the jumping flame outlined a figure in a robe. The figure was twisted in the heat wave, and the man slowly turned to him. The dazzling fire behind him made Geralt unable to see his face.

"Hello, Geralt of Livia."

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"Please allow me to introduce myself..." Zach said slowly, walking towards the other party: "Zach Stuart, mage"

"I don't know, nor have I heard of it..." Geralt said in a low voice when he saw the figure walk out of the flames.

Only then did he see clearly the other person's appearance: a young man in a robe, whose original color was no longer visible because of the swamp sludge and plasma. He had a foreign appearance, black hair and black eyes.

Geralt had never seen anyone with this kind of appearance, but he was not interested at all now. He had no purpose and did not know where he should go, but he just wanted to leave here.

He twisted his shoulders, and a pain made him grit his teeth, and then walked towards Ohoma's body.

As Geralt approached, Zach also saw clearly the appearance of the "white wolf":

On the vicissitudes of life and angular face, the most eye-catching thing is the pair of sharp eyes with yellow vertical pupils and several deep scars, one of which penetrates the left eye up and down.

The iconic white hair was draped over the shoulders, covered with mud, and the ponytail behind the head was also half scattered.

The ankle-long robe armor was also covered with mud, and it was vaguely seen that it was layered and interwoven by thick cotton, leather and chain mail.

The arms and calves were wrapped in steel armor, and the thick fur collar covered the entire neck and shoulders, giving people a sense of majesty. However, half of them were stained red by blood at this time, and the flat bag slanted across the waist was torn apart by something.

Unlike Zach's expectation, Geralt neither drew his sword to guard himself nor wanted to have further conversations. Instead, he walked straight past him, looking anxious to leave.

"Cillie may still be alive," Zach said lightly.

The voice was very light, but the white-haired man stopped in place immediately.

"Of course Xiri won't die..."

"I don't know what this has to do with you... Warlock, we"

The white wolf turned around.

“…have you seen it before?”

Seeing that his words aroused Geralt's interest, Zach smiled slightly and said slowly:

"You haven't seen me, but I have seen you. As for Cili..."

"I have enough reason to believe that Cili is still alive, and I think there is a way to find her. I can help you if you haven't given up on your own..."

"Tell me clearly!" Geralt reached out his hand directly to Zach's collar.

"Ao~~~~~~~~"

A strange cry interrupted the two of them. They all looked for a sound and saw that it was a small forest dozens of meters away.
Chapter completed!