The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"It looks like the situation is worse than I thought."

Villamont was sitting in front of the dining table, which was a long table used by Thomas to hold large banquets. The length of the table was more than ten meters. The two tables were put together and filled with various foods. Villamont was sitting and feasting when Meng entered.

His stomach was like a bottomless pit, and he swallowed food after food into his stomach. There was a high pile of used dinner plates beside him. Thomas stood there in fear, looking at Veramont, It's like watching a monster.

After all, he had eaten enough food to hold a banquet for fifty people.

"It was you who helped the church complete this plan and invented that potion." Sigmund said straight to the point.

"You can actually find this problem." Villamont burped comfortably and stood up, "I prepared that thing with the original blood of the Mother of Rebirth, but the use of it has completely deviated from My original idea."

"In my vision, this potion can induce the birth of superhumans. Through the cultivation of generations, we can transform the world into what we need, but unfortunately, that crazy guy chose another faster way The way of life, as you can see, is at the stake of the lives of the vast majority of people in this world," Villamont said.

"But to be honest I'm tired of that kind of life. This world is different from the old times I experienced before. The products are rich, people are full of ideas, invented a lot of food and tools for enjoyment, and people have too many ways to make themselves Be happy, and the pursuit of power may not be the only direction."

Sigmund glanced at Villamont with a little surprise. This guy turned out to be a fan of enjoyment, but his conflict with the Oracle Church was by no means as simple as he said casually. He must have hidden important things that he did not say. .

"Where can I find the original blood of the reborn mother?" Although it is clear that Veramont is not telling the truth, Sigmund has no choice. Judging from the current situation, the longer the time dragged on, the greater the blow to the Kingdom of Elam, and the number of people who would die would probably be astronomical.

"Since you have made up your mind, let's go."

"where are we going?"

"Your current strength is not enough, we have to meet someone first, and I will tell you everything on the way." Villamont opened a portal with open hands, and the other side of the gate is the vast starry sky.

"Where's your friend? Isn't she going with you?"

"You mean Maria." Sigmund stepped into the Star Gate, "She will appear when necessary."

Possessing a nightmare carriage, Sigmund is not afraid of the secret world with the forbidden attribute, but his strength has not yet reached the level of rampage. As the most important trump card, of course Maria needs to appear at the critical moment.

Then there is nothing more convenient than hiding in the nightmare carriage.

After crossing the gate of the starry sky, Sigmund was surprised to find that he was in a very strange position, surrounded by twinkling stars, each of which was connected together in a special way, and the world was spread out like a scroll in front of him.

"What is this place?"

"This is my astral world. Through here, I can reach almost any place in this world." As Veramont replied, he slid his hands quickly, as if he was looking for something.

"Do you have a way to let me enter the seventh step?"

"I can't, but someone I know might be able to."

"who?"

"A guy who always likes to hide in the shadows. I'm afraid no one will be able to find him except me." Villamont suddenly stopped his hands, "Here it is!"

He slid his hands to the two sides, and a door to the starry sky appeared out of thin air. On the other side of the door, Sigmund saw the raging wind and snow.

The two appeared on the top of a mountain through the Star Gate, with no reference around them, and Sigmund had completely lost his sense of direction.

"That poor guy, he was the first to make changes, and established a country with unified politics and religion according to human management methods, but in the end, the country collapsed, and he was almost beaten to death. Since then, he has never appeared."

"You should be able to guess who he is?"

The two walked along the top of the mountain not far away. Villamont waved his arms, and an ice sculpture appeared out of thin air on the top of the empty mountain. The overall outline of the ice sculpture reminded Sigmund of the symbol he had seen before.

"Fallen contract, an assassin?"

"A poor creature who serves death but is afraid of death." Veramont replied, and then threw out a drop of blood, which turned into a three-meter-high giant bear the moment the blood landed, but only rushed forward for a certain distance, The giant bear was crushed by the sudden shadow.

A voice echoed on the top of the mountain, that voice seemed lonelier than the wind on the top of the mountain, "Veramont, I don't want to see you."

"You know, no matter where you hide, I can find you."

"I don't want to cause trouble," the lonely voice replied.

"Then do me a favor. I promise that I will never disturb your life in the future. My promise has never disappointed you in the past few epochs." Villamont took a few steps forward.

The wind on the top of the mountain was fierce, until a long time later, the ice sculptures formed runes, which melted strangely in this extremely cold weather, and then gathered on the ground to form a puddle of water.

"This is the last time we meet." The voice came from the stagnant water, and Villamont turned his head to look at Sig, "He agreed, let's go in." After speaking, he walked a few steps quickly and jumped into the stagnant water.

Sigmund followed suit, and the moment his body passed through the stagnant water, the scene in front of him changed drastically.

The raging cold wind disappeared, and the warm wind blowing on the face brought the fragrance of flowers, the fields on the hillside, and the houses standing on the top of the mountain...

tombstone.

"Old friend, such a vibrant environment is not like your character."

"Because I'm dying." A dry voice came, near the wooden house at the foot of the mountain, in front of the fence surrounded by wooden piles, a thin old man was sitting on a chair.

"Fear is the best magnifying glass, and among all fears, the emotion of death is the strongest." The old man replied.

Villamont stood where he was, and he took a serious look at the other party, the expression in his eyes changed, "You failed, how many times is this?"

"I can't remember, maybe this is the shackles, and the eighth level is our limit." The old man muttered a few words, then raised his head and gave Sigmund a lifeless look.

"A hunter... It's strange, I can still feel a bit of the breath of the fallen on you, the fifth-level death, but it is incomplete."

"This is Sigmon." Villamont introduced, and then pointed to the old man, "As for this old guy, he has walked in the world with different identities. Except for the few of us, I am afraid that no one knows his original name." .”

"Tomb King, Artois." The old man said.