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The King of the Wild Hunt fell to his knees. Frost evaporated from his armor. His mask cracked.

He found the teleportation site at the edge of the forest. Frost licked the grass despite it being mid-autumn. Ghostly riders had passed through here. Their general waited on the other side. The Witcher 3 Wild Hunt -NSP--EUA--Jogo Base-.p...

He stepped through the portal.

Geralt had ignored her. Instead, he’d helped a blacksmith forge a family sword. He’d played four rounds of Gwent with Zoltan. He’d even chased a pan for an old woman in Novigrad. The King of the Wild Hunt fell to his knees