The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

The cold wind is bitter, and the lead cloud is pressing down on the city.

The nightmare carriage seemed to squeeze through an invisible barrier, and appeared above a piece of sky after traveling for an unknown amount of time.

Standing high in the sky, with the biting cold wind, Sigmund had to tighten the reins with one hand, and hold the brim of his hat with the other hand. The sky was moonless, and the whole world was shrouded in darkness. The ground under his feet was covered with snow, crystal clear. Snowflakes swept across the streets of the city in the howling wind.

In the dark city, there are only a few sporadic places where there are lights flickering, and there is darkness everywhere, only the occasional sparkle in the snowflakes, providing some extra light for this dark city.

"This is Nosferatu?" Sigmund looked puzzled, and in the carriage behind him, Villamont poked out half of his face, "It's exactly the same as the city I remembered, but it's not as cold, nor as cold." quiet."

The city covers a huge area, which reminds Sigmund of Abetus in the early construction period. He even has reason to suspect that when Abetus was built, the builder was probably from Nosferatu The inspiration obtained, because otherwise there has never been a city as large as these two cities in the world that is close to the modern city of later generations.

Looking into the distance from where Sigmund is located, only the faint outline of the wall can be seen. According to Villamont's previous statement, Nosferatu can be regarded as a separate small world, because during its most prosperous period, There are also many acropolis of different sizes standing around.

And the one that Sigmund saw in the death cycle space, and the one where Bogula and his people lived belonged to the acropolis of Nosferatu.

The huge city is criss-crossed and divided into many blocks. This division is not artificial, but through the river meandering through the city.

While Sigmund was carefully observing, suddenly, terrifying forces emerged from all directions of the city. These forces of different nature spread upward, covering the entire city from the sky, and then gathered at the center to form a stronger force. After the energy, the straight hits were all that mattered in the city.

There was no terrible impact, and the force was completely silent after hitting the ground. Immediately afterwards, Sigmund noticed that many places in the city were brightly lit, and it seemed that someone had started to move in the dark.

According to Veramont and Bogula, most of the people living here are the children of the Reborn Mother. They are born filthy contractors, thirsty for blood, and fear the outside world. Then this city...

"Is there any difference between night and day here?" asked Sigmund.

"Yes." Villamont nodded, "What they can't resist is the outside world, not the pure light, so here, black and white are equally distinct, and for convenience, they will actively keep in line with reality."

"That is to say, it won't be long before dawn?" Sigmund said after counting the time, but when he looked around, the whole city was completely dark, and it didn't look like the sky would be bright.

"Let's go, let's go down and take a look." Although judging from the situation just now, there must be some weirdness in the surrounding energy explosion places and core areas, but they don't know anything about this place at this time, so they didn't rush there.

After all, hiding in this city is a sixth-level and six-digit eighth-level. Just thinking about this number makes one's scalp tingle.

The carriage fell from the sky, and the two jumped out of the carriage, stepped on the snow with their feet, and waved to cancel the call to the nightmare carriage. Sigmund looked at the surrounding environment with the crystal light emitted by the white snow.

The road was clean, and there were no ruts or footprints on the whole street. He tried to take a few steps forward, but there was no sound from the friction between the soles of his feet and the snow. It will automatically recover, as if no one has ever appeared.

"Nosferatu was not so cold in the past." Villamont complained in a low voice, "The blood vessels of those self-proclaimed nobles were full of romance. At that time, the city was like spring all year round, and art was everywhere. breath."

"Cold?" At this time, Sigmund realized another thing. He patted the snow that was blown on his body by the strong wind, feeling the chill emanating from his body.

You know, he himself is a hunter of the seventh rank, and possesses the body of a high-ranking person at the same time, while Veramont is stronger, and the starry sky contractor is also a well-known expert in manipulating the body. With their physical fitness, there will be ordinary talents There will be a chill, which is enough to explain the abnormality of the entire city.

"It's really strange." Villamont was also aware of this problem.

At this moment, they suddenly saw lights flashing at the corner of the street in the distance. The bodies of the two shrank back, and Veramont's silent mobilization force isolated them in a separate space.

This is equivalent to an extremely clever invisibility. In the real world, Elan's satellites orbiting in the sky are engraved with runes with this ability. After the space is isolated, Sigmund and Veramont can talk and communicate freely. Close observation, even if someone passes through where they are, no abnormalities will be found.

The surrounding darkness did not affect Sigmund's sight, and with the slight sound of footsteps, he looked at the tall figure walking towards them.

It was a pale, handsome middle-aged man wearing a tall white top hat. His height was similar to Bogula's, and his facial features indicated that he belonged to the same race.

The man was wearing a white windbreaker of the same style as Politeness. The hem of the windbreaker reached his knees. He held a weird lantern in his left hand. The dim yellow flames in the lantern stretched the tall figure of the man extremely long, like a Monsters that fill the streets.

In his right hand, he held a cane made of unknown material. Every time he took a few steps forward, he would slam the cane heavily on the ground. At the same time, the lantern in his left hand would also respond to his movements, erupting There was a burst of dazzling light.

"What is he doing?" Sigmund looked at Villamont, who shook his head and frowned tightly. In this way, under the gaze of the two, the fallen man in white clothes slowly approached them.

And when the distance between the two sides was about 20 meters, when the man poked his cane down, the light in his left portable lamp suddenly converged, and then, like a ray, swept the light towards the direction of Sigmund and the two.

"He found us!" Sigmund blurted out with a look of surprise. This situation is almost impossible. Veramont is the real space manipulator. Even an eighth-level ancient god standing here needs to be serious or possess It is only with special abilities that it is possible to discover hidden spaces.

Before Sigmund could ask a question, Villamont activated his ability and disappeared in place with the two bodies, and when he reappeared, he was already two streets away.

But this time, as soon as they got a firm foothold, they heard the sound of running from the street in the distance. Hearing the sound, the other party was coming straight towards their direction.

And just when Sigmund was about to summon the nightmare carriage to escape, in the shadow behind the two, a strange voice came, "Who are you? Have you just woken up? Why are you running around at this time?"

Sigmund turned his head, and he saw a slender figure emerge from the darkness, and then, a wide cloak enveloped his body.

"Damn it, you're in big trouble!"