The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

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

Villamonte sat at the dining table, which was the long table Thomas used to hold large banquets. The length of the table was more than ten meters. The two tables were placed together, and they were filled with various foods. Sig Villamonte was sitting there feasting when Meng entered the house.

His stomach was like a bottomless pit, and he swallowed food after food. There were high stacks of used up plates around him. Thomas stood there in horror, looking at Villamonte's eyes. Like looking at a monster.

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

"You helped the church complete this plan and invented the potion." Sigmund said straight to the point.

"You can actually find out about this problem." Villamonte hiccupped comfortably and stood up, "That thing was prepared by me, using the original blood of the Mother of Rebirth, but its use has completely deviated from it. My original idea."

"In my vision, this potion can induce the birth of superhumans. Through generation after generation, we can transform this world into what we need, but unfortunately, that crazy guy chose another one that is faster and faster. The road, as you can see, stakes the lives of the vast majority of people in this world," Villamonte said.

"But honestly I'm tired of that life, it's a different world than the old days I've lived in, there's a lot of things, people are full of ideas, a lot of food and tools for enjoyment have been invented, and there are so many ways people can make themselves Happy, the pursuit of strength may not be the only direction."

Sigmund glanced at Villamonte with a little surprise. This guy turned out to be an enjoyer, but his conflict with the Oracle Church was by no means as simple as what he said casually. He must still be hiding something very important. .

"Where can I find the original blood of the Reborn Mother?" Although he knew that Valamont was not telling the truth, Sigmon had no choice. Judging from the current situation, the longer it drags on, the greater the blow to the Kingdom of Elam, and the number of people who die by then will probably be astronomical.

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

"where are we going?"

"Your strength is not enough now. We have to meet someone first, and I will tell you everything on the way." Veramont opened his hands and opened a portal. On the other side of the door was the vast starry sky.

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

"You mean Maria." Sigmund stepped into the gate of the starry sky. "She will appear when necessary."

With the nightmare carriage, Sigmon is not afraid of the secret world with the ban attribute, but his strength has not reached the level of rampant after all. As the most important trump card, Maria certainly needs to appear at a critical moment.

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

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

"What is this place?"

"This is my astral world, through here, I can reach almost any place in this world." Villamonte replied, sliding his hands quickly, as if looking for something.

"Do you have a way to get me to rank 7?"

"I can't, but maybe someone I know can."

"Who?"

"A guy who always likes to hide in the shadows, except me, I'm afraid no one can find him." Villamont suddenly stopped his movements, "This is it!"

He slid his hands to both sides, and a starry sky door appeared out of thin air. On the other side of the door, Sigmon saw the raging wind and snow, and the cold wind blowing in the face concealed the power that could paralyze the spirit.

The two passed through the gate of the starry sky and appeared on the top of a mountain. There was no reference around, and Sigmon had completely lost his sense of direction.

"That poor fellow, he was the first to make changes and established a country with a unified state and religion in accordance with the way of human management, but in the end, the country fell apart, and he was almost killed by others. Since then, he has never again appeared."

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

The two walked not far along the top of the mountain. Veramont 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 Sigmon of the symbol he had seen before.

"Fallen Pact, an assassin?"

"A poor **** who serves death but fears death." Villamonte replied, and then threw a drop of blood, which turned into a three-meter-high giant bear the moment the blood fell to the ground, but only rushed forward for a short distance. The giant bear was crushed by the sudden shadow.

A voice echoed from the top of the mountain, a voice that seemed more lonely 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," replied the lonely voice.

"Then do me a favor, I promise, I will never disturb your life in the future. My promise has not disappointed anyone in the previous epochs." Villamont took a few steps forward.

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

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

Sigmon followed suit, and the moment he passed through the water, the scene in front of him changed drastically.

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

tombstone.

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

"Because I'm dying. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" A shriveled voice came. Near the wooden house at the foot of the mountain, in front of the fence surrounded by wooden stakes, a thin old man sat on a chair.

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

Veramont stood on the spot, he looked at the other party seriously, the expression in his eyes changed, "You failed, how many times is this?"

"I can't remember, maybe this is the shackle, and the eighth order is our limit." The old man muttered a few words, then raised his head and gave Sigmon a deadly look.

"A hunter... Strange, I can still feel a bit of the aura of a fallen person in you, a fifth-order slain, but it is incomplete."

"This is Sigmund." Villamonte introduced, and then pointed to the old man, "As for this old guy, he used to walk in the world in different identities. Except for the few of us, I am afraid no one knows his original name. ."

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