The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"It's the Duke, the Duke is back!" Seeing Dressel's appearance, everyone couldn't help exclaiming.

Although Dressel looks scarred, you must know that he is facing an eighth-order ancient **** alone. It is a blessing to be able to come back in this situation. It is normal to suffer a little injury. More importantly, does Dressel's presence here mean that he won the battle with that eighth-order?

"Teacher!" Sigmund also showed joy, but the opposite was the panic on Ferdinand and Hugo's faces. The two looked at each other, not knowing what props were used, a beam of light penetrated, together with them Disappeared in the Ancestor Arena along with several surrounding clerics.

Swish!

Before leaving, Dressel raised his hand and waved, and a scream came from the beam of light. When everything disappeared, two split corpses fell in the air.

"How is your injury?" April took the initiative to greet him.

"It's a little troublesome, but it won't kill me." Dressel smiled, "Let's go down, the battle isn't over yet."

Apriliad took back the Ancestral Arena, and everyone fell on the edge of the ruins of the palace, where Malek was leading people to rescue the guards and servants who were crushed in the ruins.

"Ertan is not dead." The Duke said, "He is an extremely powerful ancient god. The battle between the two of us destroyed that place. He couldn't stay in the real world for too long. By this time, he should have returned to the church. The kingdom of God, but I think it won't be long before he will come here again through a ceremony."

"How long do we have to prepare?" Appleard's expression was solemn.

"Maybe an hour, but no more than a day at the latest."

"Is there any way to stop him from coming?" Charlotte came to Sigmon at some point.

"For so many years, the Church of Oracle has never stopped transforming Abetus. In fact, they adopted two sets of plans, the secret world and the reality. We closed the door of the secret world, but we couldn't do anything about reality."

"Unless...unless we can kill all the people who are infected with thirst! But that is impossible, because the number of these people is too large, and the city will probably be destroyed before we finish killing them. "

"What's even more terrifying is that if we really do that, the bloodshed and killings are likely to lead to even more terrifying changes that will push the city to the other extreme," Sigmon added.

"Everyone, let's go down and prepare." Dressel suddenly said, "What you have to do is to find a way to clear the thirst as soon as possible, or you can screen out those infected people from the crowd. The existence of these people has changed the The environment of Bertus solves this problem, although it can't stop Eltan, it can stop the other eighth orders later."

"As for Ertan, leave him to me." Dressel's voice was firm.

"Are you sure, Dressel?" Appleard looked serious, "We have no way out."

"Don't worry, when have I ever let you down?" The Duke smiled, "You should know that I was at my best when I was in Abetus." His expression was relaxed, but for some reason, Sieg However, Meng could see the heaviness hidden by Dressel....

His heart sank suddenly.

Fighting against the ancient gods with the body of a mortal must pay a price.

The snow is still falling in the sky, and these snowflakes are floating from nowhere. Even if Newcomen and others blasted the clouds in the sky, the snow kept getting bigger and bigger.

The sun did not know when it had risen, but the whole city was shrouded in haze, making people feel no warmth.

"Sigmon, come with me." The Duke's injuries partially recovered, the gap on his chest was healed, and the broken arm grew back.

"Do I need to do anything to prepare?" Sigmund asked.

"No." Dressel took Sigmon to the ruins of the Duke's Mansion, "Eat breakfast with me."

"Breakfast? Now?!" Sigmon looked surprised, but when he raised his head and saw the look in Dressel's eyes, he instantly understood something.

The entire Duke's Mansion had been completely destroyed in the battle between Dressel and Ertan. He waved his hand to push away the collapsed house, and Dressel took Sigmund back to the original study of the Duke's Mansion.

The ground trembled, and a force cleared the surrounding debris from the inside out, revealing a steel floor carved with runes, the ground slowly sank, and the two came to a room with wooden doors on the walls.

Walking to one of the gates leading to the Royal Palace of Elam, Dressel put his palm on the door. After a while, all the gold on the door faded away, revealing its original color.

It looked like an ordinary ordinary wooden door.

"come in."

Pushing the door and entering, Sigmon was slightly taken aback when he saw the scene in front of him.

It was too familiar, and the displays that only appeared in his memories made him mistakenly think that he had returned to that world again, "This is Louis' secret room, and I will often stay here after he leaves." The Duke gave an appropriate explain.

"Sit down and eat."

Sigmund didn't speak. He skillfully found his place. After sitting down, he didn't even need to turn back and pulled out a pair of chopsticks. When he raised his head again, he saw the Duke's half-smiley expression.

"Sure enough." He just smiled and didn't say anything more. He threw away his tattered coat, changed his clothes, washed his hands, and sat opposite Sigmund.

"What's for breakfast?"

At this moment ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ the curtain made of hanging beads rolled, and a petite figure walked out of it. Sigmon heard the sound and turned his head to the side. Then, he saw a back to the body. woman coming out.

Seeing this scene, he couldn't help laughing.

He still remembered that when he used to bring things out of the kitchen, he used his back to open the curtain to exit little by little, but while he was amused, he couldn't help but joked at Dressel, "I didn't expect that you have been hiding people in your own house. No wonder there is no lace news about you in the outside world."

Dressel didn't explain, and there was a faint look of decline in his eyes. At this moment, the woman also walked in front of the two with food. Sigmon raised his head and saw the food on the plate.

Steamed buns, fried dough sticks and soy milk.

"Louis likes to eat these things, and he tried to promote them, but it didn't work out because the people at Abetus were obviously not interested in these things," Dressel said. "But I Instead, I love the food.”

Sigmund didn't speak. These foods that were commonplace in the past made him feel extraordinarily friendly at this moment. He took the plate and raised his head casually to see the woman's face.

The next second, his movements froze in place.

He saw a face without facial features.

"This is a very important person to me." Dressel's voice was full of melancholy, "but I can't remember what she looked like."

Hearing this sentence, Sigmund's heart shrank violently.