The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

The wind is cold, and the cloud of lead weighs the city.

The nightmare carriage seemed to push through an invisible barrier, and after an unknown amount of running around, it appeared above a sky.

Being at a high altitude, the wind was biting, Sigmon 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. Snowflakes swept across the streets of the city in the whistling wind.

In the dark city, there are only a few places where lights flicker, and everywhere is a piece of darkness, only the occasional glittering crystals in the snowflakes provide some extra light for this dark city.

"This is Nosferatu?" Sigmon looked suspicious, and in the carriage behind him, Villamonte stuck out half of his face, "It's exactly the same as the city in my memory, just not as cold and not as cold. quiet."

The city covered a huge area, which reminded Sigmund of Abetus in the initial period of construction. He even had reason to suspect that when Abetus was built, the builder was probably from Nosferatu. Inspiration obtained, because other than this, there has never been a city as large as these two cities in the world that is close to the modern metropolis of later generations.

Looking into the distance from Sigmon’s position, you can only see the vague outline of the wall. According to Villamonte’s previous statement, Nosferatu can be regarded as a separate small world, because in its most prosperous period, There are also many acropolis of different sizes around.

And the one that Sigmund saw in the death cycle space, and the one where Borgula and his clan lived, belonged to the Acropolis of Nosferatu.

The sprawling city is criss-crossed into blocks, not by man-made divisions, but by rivers that meander through the city.

Just as Sigmon was watching carefully, all of a sudden, terrifying forces emerged from all sides of the city. These forces of different natures spread upward, shrouding the entire city from the sky, and then converging in the center to form an even stronger force. After the energy, the straight hit is the most important in the city.

There was no terrifying crash, and the force was completely silent after hitting the ground. Immediately afterwards, Sigmon noticed that many parts of the city were brightly lit, and it seemed that someone was moving in the dark.

According to Villamonte and Bogula, most of the people living here are the children of the Mother of Rebirth. They are born filthy contractors, thirsty for blood, and afraid of the outside world, then this city...

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

"Yes." Villamonte nodded, "What they can't resist is the outside world, not pure light, so here, black and white are equally clear, and for convenience, they will take the initiative to be consistent with reality."

"In other words, it won't be long before the sun rises?" Sigmon said after calculating the time, but he looked around, and the whole city was completely dark, and it didn't look like it was about to be bright.

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

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

The carriage fell from the sky, the two jumped off the carriage, put their feet on the snow, and waved their hands to release the call to the nightmare carriage. Sigmund looked at the surrounding environment by the glittering 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 when the soles of his feet rubbed against the snow. What was even more puzzling was that, not too far away, the footprints he stepped on behind him. It automatically recovered, as if no one had ever appeared.

"Nosferatu used to be so cold." Villamonte complained in a low voice, "Those who claim to be noble are full of romance in their veins. At that time, the city was like spring all year round, and art was everywhere. breath."

"Cold?" Only then did Sigmon realize another thing. He patted the snow that had been swept up by the strong wind and felt the chill emanating from his body.

You must know that he is a hunter of the seventh rank and has the body of a superior, while Villamonte is stronger, and the Star Contractor is a well-known expert in manipulating the body. With their physical quality, 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." Villamonte also realized this problem.

At this moment, they suddenly saw a flash of light on the corner of the street in the distance, their bodies shrank back, and Villamonte silently launched power to isolate them in a separate space.

This is equivalent to a kind of extremely clever invisibility. In the real world, Elan’s satellites running in the sky are inscribed 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, there will be no abnormality.

The dimness of the surroundings did not affect Sigmon's sight. Accompanied by the slight footsteps, he looked at the tall figure walking towards them.

It was a pale, handsome middle-aged man wearing a high white top hat. His height was similar to Bogula, and he belonged to the same race according to his features.

The man was wearing a white windbreaker of the same style as the polite one. The hem of the windbreaker did not reach his knees. He was holding a strange lantern in his left hand. A monster that fills the entire street.

His right hand is holding a cane made of unknown material. Every few steps forward, he will stab the cane heavily on the ground. At the same time, the lantern in his left hand will also respond to his movements, bursting out A burst of dazzling light.

"What is he doing?" Sigmund looked at Veramont, who shook his head and frowned, and in this way, the Fallen in white clothes slowly approached them as they watched.

And just when the distance between the two sides was about 20 meters~www.wuxiamtl.com~ When the man poked the cane down, the light in his left hand lamp suddenly converged, and then like a ray, the light swept toward Sigmund II where the person is.

"He found us!" Sigmon blurted out in surprise, this situation is almost impossible, Veramont is a real space manipulator, even an eighth-order ancient **** standing here, also needs to be very serious or have Special abilities make it possible to discover hidden spaces.

Before Sigmon could ask a question, Veramont activated the ability to take the two bodies and disappeared in place, and when they reappeared, they were already two streets away.

But this time, as soon as they stood firm, they heard the sound of running from the street in the distance. Listening to the sound, the other party was coming straight towards them.

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

Sigmon turned his head, and in the darkness he saw a slender figure emerge, followed by a wide cloak covering his body.

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