The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Ornella's apartment.

Sigmund frowned and sat at the table, looking at the messy writing on the paper. After getting the news of Ashley, he came to Ollila's residence as soon as possible.

Opposite him, Ornella was lethargic, obviously the previous prophecy brought her a lot of mental pressure.

Abetus fell into the eternal night.

The sun no longer rises, and bloodthirsty and cruel beasts roam the streets. They curl up in dark corners, hide in crowds, and wait for an opportunity to attack anyone who can be attacked.

The ground cracked, the city wall collapsed, and flames covered the entire block. Survivors fled in panic. The duke's palace fell into ruins. More than half of the palace of Elam collapsed, and there were piles of corpses everywhere. The whole city was plunged into blood and chaos.

Looking at the scribbled writing on the paper, Sigmon's fingers slowly tightened. Although his face remained calm, his heart was heavy.

Past experience told him that everything that Ornella foretold would become an unavoidable reality.

"Can you determine the specific time?" he asked in a low voice.

"No." Ornella shook her head first, then seemed to remember something, "It's snowing, and I saw snowflakes covering the entire city."

"It's mid-October. According to the annual seasonal changes of Abetus, normally, the snow is basically after entering November, but this year's weather is slightly colder than in previous years. If it is faster, it may also be at the end of October. It will snow." Ashley analyzed.

"That is to say, we have less than 10 days to find out all of this and prepare for the impending disaster." Sigmund took a deep breath.

"Do you know the specific reason?" Ashley asked with concern when the two went downstairs.

"I can guess a little." Sigmund handed Ashley the paper on which Ornella narrated the prophetic dream, and pointed to one of the paragraphs.

"It was a girl of about seven or eight years old. The heavy work had deformed her small figure. The girl only wore a wide burqa, and walked barefoot in the narrow alley with an unreasonable appearance. Running fast..."

"He chewed the man's throat with his sharp teeth, chewed his skin, muscles and throat, and swallowed it into his stomach..."

"My eyes are bloodshot, and I let out a low roar when I run..."

Ashley looked at the detailed descriptions one after another, "It's thirst, are these ordinary citizens who have received blood therapy?!"

"Very likely." Sigmund nodded.

"Can everyone be identified?"

"No." Sigmon agreed, then glanced at Ashley, "and it doesn't make sense to determine their identities, because there are too many of them."

"We can't even announce this news to the public." He sighed, and what troubled Sigmon was not the wild beasts, but the fear that spread.

This is an extraordinary world. The evil **** wandering in the void has the opportunity to affect everyone. He can't imagine how many supernatural events will be born in Abetus in addition to normal death after the accumulation of fear erupts?

"Then what should we do?" Ashley was also at a loss.

Putting on his hat and picking up his cane, Sigmund jumped into the carriage, "Go to the Duke's Palace. If some results are destined to not be changed, then we will try our best to minimize the damage."

In the room of the Duke's Mansion, everyone gathered together, and after hearing Sigmon's statement, everyone fell silent.

"This is just a strange woman's dream, there's no need to worry so much, right?" It was Alec who spoke.

"That's not a weird woman, it's from an extremely rare Moon Contractor during the First Empire period. I didn't expect that there are still people who can inherit this contract." Ruben added.

"There has always been a rumor that they believe that the moon contract can spy on the origin of the world, and what they observe cannot be changed."

"Everything you see is immutable."

"It is said that in the period of the First Empire, the prophets of the empire at that time predicted the destruction of the First Empire, but even they themselves could not change the results they saw. The truth of the matter is that they are only observers, not transformers. "

"Then what should we do, do nothing and wait for Abetus to be destroyed?" Alec spread his hands.

"No, we have to work hard to do more around the results, because many times, a certain picture we see does not represent the whole truth. Before that moment really comes, we still have many opportunities." Sigmon corrected road.

"What I worry about is not the chaos of Abetus, but the identity of the Oracle Church in this process. What is their real purpose?"

"I can guess a little about this issue." Appleard said, "For the Oracle Church, the only obstacle preventing them from annexing Ellan is Dressel, so this time, in addition to sending more Beyond the seventh order, their only way is to let the eighth order descend on Abetus."

"Eighth-order!" Everyone was silent.

"Give him to me." Dressel, who had been silent for a while, suddenly said.

"Are you sure?" Even April was surprised.

"If there is only one, I'm sure!" Dressel's eyes were firm.

Hearing his words, everyone took a deep breath. Even Sigmund, who knew Dressel best, looked at his teacher with an extremely surprised look.

Every level after the 7th level is very different. Unlike the low level, you can use some special abilities to make up the gap between them. Every improvement after the 7th level is a qualitative change in the level of life. This gap is almost irreversible. . Sigmon really couldn't understand what kind of cards Dressel still had in his hands.

Is it Louis? He foresaw what was happening now~www.wuxiamtl.com~ so prepared in advance? Or...the so-called treasure he took out from the head of the higher-ranking person was not only one, but gave part of it to Dressel?

But no one thinks that Dressel is babbling, because this man keeps his word, and he never disappoints those who trust him.

"Even if you can fight an eighth-order, the battle between you can destroy the city," Appleard continued, "so this battle must be diverted from Abetus."

"Can we make a giant star gate?" Ruben put forward his own idea.

"It's useless, the power of the eighth-order can tear the passage to pieces the moment you enter the gate of the starry sky. More importantly, if you can't find another place that can accommodate the eighth-order, your gate of the starry sky can't be opened. Appleard sighed, "So this method doesn't work."

"Wait a minute." Sigmon raised his hand, "What if I can find a place that can accommodate the eighth order?"

"A fragment of the old world?!"

"That's right." Sigmon remembered the abyss that contained the indescribable mass.

"Great, if there really is such a place, we might be able to try it out." Appleard clapped his hands happily, "Of course this is only the worst plan, before that, we must find out the church's cause of death as soon as possible. The method of rank descent."

"Try to nip this possibility in the bud!"

"I will investigate immediately," Sigmund said.