The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

The sea water formed a ribbon like a star river in the sky. In the turbulent sea, after the huge whale carcass, Sigmund saw various wreckages again, but this was still not the end. It didn't take long, with With the flow of sea water, he saw more corpses.

These corpses were either happy or angry or serene. They seemed to retain the last state before death, but without exception, every one here was tall and handsome, which reminded Sigmund of Bogula.

"These people are the children of the Reborn Mother." Villamont said, "I have actually expected it, but when the only choice falls in front of you, in most cases, even if you know it is wrong, people They also gamble subconsciously."

Sigmund nodded. He understood Veramont's mood very well. At this time, Villamont was exactly the same as Artois, the tomb king who was crazy not long ago. Artois had been alone in the cemetery for many years. Of course he knew What's right and what's wrong, but when death comes, when little chances lie in front of you.

He still chose to put all his eggs in one basket.

At this time, Villamont just followed his old path.

"It turns out that they didn't disappear, but all died here. It seems that the guy planned all this many years ago, and I was his last target. Originally, he had no chance to find me. It was me. Jumped in."

"Is the original blood here?" Sigmund asked.

"here."

"Then let's go, find that thing and bring him back, there are people waiting for me to go back in Elan." Sigmund expressionless.

"This is a trap, we can't get out." Villamont sighed.

"Don't forget the purpose of our coming here." Sigmund was very firm.

"Okay, then look for it." Villamont also regained his composure, and the two quickly walked along the street, and soon searched the entire Acropolis. The entire city was built with an artistic atmosphere, even compared to The current Abetus is no different.

But after a long time, when the two reunited, they both saw the disappointment in each other's eyes.

"It's a ghost city."

"Since there is no result in the city, it is only possible..." Sigmund raised his head and looked at the water in the sky.

But at this moment, the water flowing in the sky suddenly fell downwards, and hundreds of millions of tons of sea water directly hit the city. Villamont took Sigmon to move quickly, and he could not communicate with the starry sky. After several flashes, The figures of the two were still engulfed by the sea.

The eyes were cloudy, the world was spinning, and there were all kinds of noisy voices, and then suddenly, everything disappeared. Sigmund felt as if he had been thrown into a vacuum. He opened his eyes suddenly and found himself reappearing in the On the streets of the Acropolis.

An abrupt, life-filled voice flooded into my ears. Looking around, there were many figures in the empty and lonely street. Those well-dressed gentlemen and ladies in neat suits were shuttling on the street.

Someone was reading a newspaper on a bench at the corner of the street, someone was leaning against the eaves and sipping coffee. Everything in front of him gave Sigmund some illusions.

"Illusions?" He muttered softly, but in the next second, the movements of everyone on the street suddenly froze, and then people in different positions turned their heads and stared at Sieg with an extremely strange gaze. Mongolian.

"Who is he?" someone asked.

"I don't know, it's a newcomer."

"A new toy, finally it doesn't have to be so boring."

Afterwards, terrible greed appeared in everyone's eyes. It was unknown who was the first to let out a strange cry, and howls followed one after another, and everyone rushed towards Sigmund frantically.

Swish!

A familiar figure flashed in front of him, and Veramont, who disappeared when the sea water poured back just now, suddenly appeared. He took Sigmund and disappeared instantly, and when he reappeared, he had already arrived at a high tower in the city.

Looking down from where they are at this time, there is no sea water, but the previously empty city has come to life at some point, and there are people moving in every area in the streets and alleys.

"What's going on here?" Sigmund looked puzzled.

"It's those corpses, they came back to life!" Villamont replied in a deep voice, "It should be the influence of the original blood, these people are in a strange cycle, life and death, trapped in this place forever In a cage."

"But the power is incomplete. What they live is the body, and the spirit has long been damaged by this repeated torture." Villamont was explaining, when a voice full of charm suddenly sounded.

"They are here, come and take a look, there is also an old friend of ours." As soon as the words fell, a flame bloomed in front of his eyes, and then the flames expanded, and a naked woman walked out in the flames.

The surface of the woman's body was covered with flame-like patterns. She had an extremely beautiful appearance, her body proportions were just right, and every simple movement was full of infinite charm.

"Veramont, my dear Veramont, you are here at last, welcome to the end of the journey, to our Paradise Lost."

"Blair." Villamont read out the woman's name, and Sigmund saw the contract sign flashing in the firelight, a similar sign he had seen on Bartoli of the Earl.

That stands for Witch Pact.

"Great, it's really Villamont!" Another voice came, and then Sigmund felt the moisture in the air increase sharply, and a man over three meters tall with a bald head and a shirtless body jumped out of the water waves.

He represents the deep sea contract.

The beast howled, and Sigmund turned his head to see a pair of tyrannical, beastly pupils. The moment the other party saw Sigmund, he made a defensive posture, because he felt a strong sense of oppression from Sigmund.

Beast contract.

As time went by, more and more figures appeared, and Villamont greeted some of them, and everyone looked happy when they saw Villamont. The atmosphere in the field was harmonious, like an ordinary friends gathering.

"Apart from you, Artois is the only one who hasn't appeared." Blair the Witch said, "How many years has it been? I have already begun to miss his handsome face."

"God, you're going to hang out with that guy, don't you care about the smell of his body?"

Everyone was laughing, and more people turned their attention to Sigmund, "A new friend, Villamont, who is he?"

"Can you tell me what happened? Why are you here?" Villamont did not answer this question, but asked the doubts in his heart.

"The purpose of all of us here is not too different." Blair the Witch took a step forward, "But before answering this question, you must first join us?"

"How to join?" Villamont asked.

"Die here."