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 the smell of decay. Suddenly, the figure sitting on the chair seemed to sense something and opened his eyes with a puzzled expression. .

Crimson pupils reflected a little curiosity and suspicion, and then the woman with beautiful pupils slowly stood up from the chair.

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

"It feels so familiar."

Maria walked in the direction of the door. A door separated 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 could not enter. , but she could see through the door what was happening in the other world.

A full moon hangs high in the dim sky, and the moonlight reflects the depressing and eerie streets.

Swish!

The sound of breaking wind came, and several orthopedic figures wearing triangular hats and long black leather trench coats ran across the street. They held guns in their left and weapons of different shapes in their right, and glanced at the surrounding environment vigilantly. , occasionally stopping to discern the direction of a sound.

"It's there!" The man in the lead whispered. Hearing his words, the people behind him immediately acted. Some people stepped forward and some stepped back. They quickly adjusted the battle according to the terrain.

Then a **** 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 dark night to return to silence except for the heavy breathing.

The heads of the monsters were cut off, and after death, a little bit of obscure energy was separated from their twisted bodies. This energy poured into the bodies of the surrounding hunters, making the bloodshot in their eyes denser, their emotions fluctuating, and their faces more profuse. A bit hideous.

When the breath calmed down, the man in the lead took out the map and drew a few strokes on it, and then led the people behind him to move on. At the same time, in the nearby streets, the same thing was happening in turn.

Weapons are raised, dropped, searched, fought, and over and over again, making the surrounding environment even more oppressive and gloomy.

Across a layer of barrier, Maria silently watched everything that was happening in the other 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 soon will this city be destroyed?" Her eyes blurred, and Maria remembered the city she once lived in.

It was a beautiful city that was once prosperous, stable and peaceful. Everyone hoped that the city could become better, but the truth of the matter is that it was precisely because they did what they thought was right that it eventually led to the demise of that city.

People become monsters, hunters hunt monsters, but in the killing cycle, no one can continue to be sane, and over time, the hunters indulge in blood and killing, and become more terrible than the monsters they hunt. .

"This is indeed a hunting night." A sudden voice came from behind Maria, who did not turn her head, the thumb of her left hand flicked slightly, and with a crisp sound, the sharp blade came out of its sheath, and a little cold light reflected 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 being far away and not disturbed. Are you sure that my departure will give you real peace?"

"The kind that comes from the heart, the peace of letting go of all shackles and forgetting all obsessions. If your answer is yes, then I'm leaving now, and if you're in some kind of torment, 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 torture." Sigmon's voice was gentle, and he didn't seem to notice the chilling atmosphere in the room.

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

Maria didn't speak. Her eyes seemed to lose focus. Through the invisible barrier, she observed everything that was happening in every corner of the city.

"Our country is Elam, and here is our capital, Abetus. When we talk about this place, we cannot avoid the Oracle Church and my teacher, Dressel, who died in the struggle..."

The hunting in the chaotic world continues. As the killing progresses, the chaotic value accumulates, and the hunters' emotions are also a little abnormal. During this process, Sigmon told Maria about Elam and the Church of Oracle history of struggle.

Talking about the sacrifices of many people for this country and this city, Maria did not respond in the process of Sigmund's narration, 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 Sigmon's narration, Maria even had a strange thought in her heart, "In the face of internal and external troubles, in the face of many crises, it is a miracle that this country and this city can last 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 be unable to hold on." Maria suddenly said, "Don't overestimate a person's willpower. , I've seen too many similar things."

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

"And what about you?" Sigmund asked rhetorically.

The expression on Maria's face changed slightly, and she seemed to fall into memory, "I said that no one is an exception... When you wake up, it's too late."

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

"Stupid self-confidence!" Hearing Sigmon's answer, Maria turned around sharply, an invisible pressure enveloped the entire room, and even with Sigmon's mental power at this time, her figure swayed slightly.

"I have heard too many similar sayings, these people are all leaders in various fields without exception, and they all think that they are the selected one~www.readwn.com~ is the most special, and some have Fortunately, some are arrogant and arrogant!" Maria stepped towards Sigmund.

"But without exception, they all failed."

"No, I won't." Sigmon's eyes met with Maria's crimson eyes firmly, without any flinch.

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

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

"What do you want to bet on?" Maria sneered, "Drive me to fight for you?"

"It's not." Sigmund shook his head.

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

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