The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

In the empty room, light and shadow passed through the huge pendulum and projected on the slender figure. The room was filled with a decaying smell. Suddenly, the figure sitting on the chair seemed to notice something, and opened his eyes with a puzzled expression. .

A bit of curiosity and suspicion reflected in the crimson pupils, and then the woman with beautiful pupils slowly stood up from the chair.

Maria's face was as pale as paper. Generally speaking, this color of skin would subconsciously remind people of a weak patient, but it was strange that her fair skin and crimson pupils condensed into a strange expression on her face. beauty.

"It feels so familiar."

Maria walked towards the door. A door isolated her from another world. He could feel that the world outside the door refused her entry. She was just a bystander here, but for some reason, although she couldn't enter , but she can see everything that happened in another world through the door.

The full moon hangs high in the dark sky, and the moonlight shines on the depressing and weird streets.

Swish!

There was a burst of breaking wind, and a number of fit figures wearing triangular top hats and long black leather trench coats ran across the street. They held guns in their left hands and held weapons of various shapes in their right hands, scanning the surrounding environment vigilantly with their eyes. , Occasionally stop to identify the direction of a certain sound.

"It's there!" The man in the lead whispered. Hearing his words, the people behind him immediately moved into action. Some stepped forward while others retreated. They quickly made battle adjustments according to the terrain.

Then a bloody killing began.

The roar of the monster, the groan of the hunter, and the splash of blood, it didn't take long for the street in the night to become silent again except for the heavy panting.

The monster's head was cut off, and after death, a bit of obscure energy was separated from their twisted body. This energy poured into the bodies of the surrounding hunters, making the bloodshot eyes in their eyes more dense, their emotions fluctuated, and more bruises appeared on their faces. A bit hideous.

After calming down, the leading man took out the map and sketched it a few times, and then led the people behind him to move forward. At the same time, in the nearby streets, the same thing happened in turn.

Weapons are raised, lowered, searched, fought, and repeated, which makes the surrounding environment more depressing and gloomy.

Through a barrier, Maria silently watched everything happening in another world. After a long time, a trace of sadness flashed in her crimson pupils, and she sighed softly.

"It turned out to be another hunting night."

"Will this be the next Yanan? How long will it take for this city to be destroyed?" With blurred eyes, Maria thought of the city she once lived in.

It was a beautiful city that was originally prosperous, stable and peaceful. Everyone hoped that this city could become better, but the truth of the matter was that it was because they did what they believed to be the right thing that eventually led to the demise of that city.

People become monsters, hunters hunt and kill monsters, but in the repeated killings, no one can continue to be rational. Over time, hunters are intoxicated in blood and killing, and become more terrifying than the monsters they hunt .

"This is indeed a night of hunting." An abrupt voice came from behind Maria. Maria did not turn her head, and flicked her left thumb slightly. With a crisp sound, the sharp knife was unsheathed, and a cold light shone on her. In crimson pupils.

"Did you forget my warning?" With Maria's cold voice, the temperature in the room seemed to drop sharply.

"The corpse should rest in peace..." Sigmund sighed, "The only thing that can make the corpse rest in peace is not staying away and not disturbing. Are you sure that my leaving will give you real peace?"

"That kind of peace from the heart, where all the shackles have been removed and all obsessions have been forgotten. If your answer is yes, then I will leave now, and if you are in some kind of suffering, listen to me Telling a story and learning about the city we live in may give you a moment of relief from the never-ending torment." Sigmund's voice was gentle, and he seemed unaware of the chilling atmosphere in the room.

Although there was an inexplicable force protecting him, he knew very well how dangerous the delicate and slender woman in front of him was when she threw out the sharp blade.

Maria didn't speak, her eyes seemed to lose focus, observing everything happening in every corner of the city through an invisible barrier.

"Our country is Elam, and this is our capital, Abetus. When we talk about this place, we must talk about the Church of the Oracle and my teacher Dressel who died in the struggle..."

The hunting in the chaotic world is still going on. As the killing progresses, the chaotic value accumulates, and the hunters’ emotions become a little bit abnormal. During this process, Sigmund told Maria about Elan and the Oracle Church History of struggle.

It talked about the sacrifices of many people for this country and this city. During the process of Sigmund's narration, Maria did not respond, but for some reason, hearing the story of the struggle, her breath became more and more stable. A certain emotion suppressed in the pupils has also been resolved to a certain extent.

After listening to Sigmund's narration, Maria even had a strange idea in her heart, "Internal and external troubles, facing many crises, it is a miracle that this country and this city can survive for 20 years."

"What you are doing now is only prolonging the life of this city. Killing will make people lost, and the hunters will be the first to lose it." Maria said suddenly, "Don't overestimate a person's willpower , I have seen too many similar things."

"Pious faculty members, great fathers, respected scholars and mentors, pioneers who conduct research with the purpose of changing the world... In the end, everyone will be lost in the killing." Maria sighed.

"And you?" Sigmund asked back.

The expression on Maria's face changed slightly, as if she was lost in memories, "I said that there are no exceptions... When you wake up, it will be too late."

"No, the situation you said will not happen." Sigmund said firmly.

"Stupid self-confidence!" Upon hearing Sigmund's answer, Maria turned around abruptly, an invisible pressure enveloped the entire room, and even with Sigmund's mental strength at this time, she was still shaking slightly.

"I have heard too many similar statements. These people are all outstanding in various fields without exception. They all think that they are the chosen one and the most special. Some are lucky, and some are arrogant. Great!" Maria stepped towards Sigmund.

"But without exception, they all failed."

"No, I won't." Sigmund met Maria's crimson eyes firmly, without any flinching.

Shaking her head lightly, Maria lost any desire to talk.

"Let's make a bet, Ms. Maria, I'll prove it to you."

"What do you want to bet?" Maria said mockingly, "Drive me to fight for you?"

"No." Sigmund shook his head.

"If you lose, walk out of this door and have a full day at Abetus."

Maria looked stunned. At this moment, she really looked at the young man in front of her for the first time.