The fog almost surrounded the entire city.
Because of magic, the mist cannot enter.
The door was broken open.
It's only a matter of time before those terrifying black armies rush inside.
The ten wizards sent out will also have insufficient magic power when being pursued and intercepted by the black army.
John stood on the city wall and witnessed the witch being chased by the army.
He discovered that a steady stream of chaotic particles was coming towards the broken gate. John's duty was to protect the city wall.
Logically speaking, it seems that it is not within his management scope.
But he heard the call.
"John, I want you to head to the city gates."
It was Yennefer, who finally decided to believe John.
Even though they didn't know each other for even one night.
But there are not enough manpower now.
John looked down at the city gate as he fell down from the city wall.
It looks like an act of seeking death.
The black army discovered John, and they came towards John.
Without even looking, John swung his left hand, and an impact knocked the soldier away.
He walked to the city gate and knocked away any soldiers who came.
The mist was approaching.
Look carefully, it's a person.
Chaos particles continued to scatter from that person's body, and his face looked haggard.
A white robe appears to be draped over a skeleton.
The man walked towards the city gate with firm steps.
John drew his sword without using his wand.
The runes on the silver sword flickered, and John raised his eyes to look at the man.
The wizard from Nilfgaard also felt something.
The wizard opened his hands, and the mist surged towards John.
John whispered to the silver sword: "Tell me, is it you?"
The silver sword trembled slightly as if it were psychic.
John smiled knowingly.
A wisp of flame burst out from the sword.
There seems to be a fire dragon residing in it, with the power to destroy heaven and earth.
As the seventh rune lit up, the sword began to show its true appearance to John.
An ancient whisper like a dragon's roar came from his throat.
Too obscure to understand.
"I am a fire dragon."
As the voice fell, the flames on the silver sword ignited.
The wizard's mist has arrived in front of him.
The fire broke out of the mist, turned into a flying dragon, and sank into the wizard's body.
The wizard stretched out his hand in the direction of John with difficulty, his skull-shaped face full of reluctance.
"The white flame will purify the world!"
With endless regret, the wizard let out his final roar.
Starting from the center of his eyebrows, a red trail burst out with flames.
Red flames burned throughout his body, engulfing him completely.
A rectangular box with a toothed seal fell from him.
John stood under the city gate with one man and one sword.
Blood-red light penetrated the sword, and the eighth rune lit up.
The flames subsided.
The sword's appearance changes.
It was as if the dust had been removed, revealing a delicate and special sword inside.
The Sword of Silverwick.
This is the true appearance of the Silver Sword.
John stroked the vacant gem on it and felt a little emotional.
The white wolf appears again.
It stood in the mist, staring at John with its ice-blue eyes, and bared its fangs in a demonstration.
John held the sword in his hand, his eyes gradually turned gray.
"It seems that you are also one of the trials."
He slowly walked out of the city gate and approached the white wolf step by step.
"Tell me who you are?"
The tip of Silver Wake's sword touched the ground.
Wherever the sword tip passed, the golden flame dragged a trace.
The flames cut a golden line through the white.
Yennefer was always paying attention to the overall battlefield, and she noticed this scene.
"John, come back." She called John's name, asking him to go back and defend.
But John's brain didn't send her a reply.
"John!"
After Yennefer called several times to no avail, she had no choice but to look for someone else.
"Triss, guard the city gate."
Triss received the order and hurried to the city gate.
She saw the flames on the ground. The flames would not disappear, but would always be there.
Eternal Fire.
"John, come back!" Tris shouted.
John walked towards the white wolf and heard no sound.
...
The night passed.
Ciri walked out of the house.
It was foggy outside.
Through the mist, she saw a white wolf.
It's the same as what I saw yesterday, but a little different.
She was stunned and murmured: "What is that?"
Yes, what is that?
She is the second person who can see the white wolf.
I felt an unusual aura from the white wolf.
It wasn't a monster or an animal.
It was an unspeakable thing. It was like a disaster, covered with white frost, and seemed to engulf the whole world.
Huge fear struck Ciri's heart, her breathing became rapid, and her eyes turned white.
It seemed like snowflakes flying from the sky were flying into my eyes.
She was about to be buried.
Suddenly.
A little flame.
It is golden.
Burning on the earth forever.
Melted the snow in the eyes.
Ciri gasped for air and fell down there.
Chaos entered her brain, and the ancient blood in her body caused her to murmur mysterious words.
...
John saw the winter day, with endless white dust flooding the continent here.
That scene is like...
Eternally frozen.
The thing that he brought to the world of the Gate of Things surged wildly in his mind.
"The box of ice is permanently frozen and white frost is coming."
The scene kept switching, and John heard a voice in the fog.
“Be aware that the time of the sword and the ax is near, the time of the cold wolf, storm, and snow.
The time of frost and white light is coming, the age of madness and contempt: the age of the end. m.
The world will die in the frost and be reborn under a new sun.
That is also the time when the seeds sown by ancient blood are reborn.
This kind will not sprout, but will burst into flames.
This is inevitable! "
That voice seemed familiar, as if I had heard it before.
The gray in his eyes occupied his entire eyes, but his consciousness was clear.
This strange feeling was different from other prophetic states, making John's mind feel like he had entered an era of chaos.
Chaos particles were wrapped around him.
These things came to him but did not enter his body.
John looked at the white wolf and said solemnly: "The Era of Cold Wolf and Snow."
His sword burned with golden flames.
"This is the reason why it is becoming more and more true." John murmured, "The blood of the demon hunter allows the world to find me."
"The unexpected child of this world."
He glanced at the flames on Silver Wake's sword and said to himself: "Is it fate?"
The ninth trial, the white wolf in front of me.
The disasters of this world are also the fate of the world.
"The unexpected child who once broke the fate of magic came to this world to bear his fate."
John slowly lowered his sword and said with a cold expression, "This is treating me as a tool."
Just like before.
Strigobor and Fury.
They forced John to make a choice.
The same is true for this world.
If he fails to complete the trial, John will not be able to return to his previous world.
His classmates, friends, and family there were all inaccessible.
And if he kills the white wolf, he will bear the curse from the disaster, turn into the bearer of the white frost, and lead the disaster out of the world to another place.
It is better to say that it is a sacrifice than a killing.
"I see, the so-called trial should have ended long ago." John looked up at the battlefield, life was as fragile as paper.
Accept the arrangement?
Then he's not John Wick!
He took hold of the Witcher's amulet and pulled hard.
The amulet was torn off, and a magic circle composed of lines and circles appeared in his hand.
Inserting the Silver Wick Sword into the ground, John clapped his hands.
The amulet changes rapidly in the palm of your hand.
Melted into a pool of silver light.
Holding the silver light in his left hand, he drew the sword of Silver Wake with his right hand.
John pressed towards the ninth rune on the sword.
The blazing heat burned the skin in the palm of my hand. Even with the skin of a fire dragon, it was extremely hot at this moment.
The silver amulet was embedded into the sword body bit by bit.
When John let go of his hand, the position of the ninth rune was occupied by silver.
John said coldly: "Don't try to influence me."
Slytherin will not be changed by others.
But the world will change for me!
The white wolf is gradually disappearing, and with it is the amulet belonging to the demon hunter.
A circle is imprinted in John's left hand.
This means that the demon hunter Yadani is dead and is now in this world.
For John Wick, the wizard of Hogwarts.
A person who is not bound by regulations.
...
John slowly put away the sword of Silver Wick.
He exhaled a long, turbid breath.
"The last trial?"
By forcibly breaking the ninth trial, John can return to his own world with only the last one left.
He looked back and saw Triss summoning vines to block the city gate.
A group of Nilfgaardian soldiers, chasing the witch, arrived not far from him.
"Coral, come back soon, don't stay!" Yennefer's voice sounded.
John looked around and saw that the witch was in danger.
Seeing that John was back to normal, Yennefer contacted John.
"John, go save her!" Yennefer's voice sounded in John's mind.
Coral's footsteps stopped, and she saw that her wizard was being persecuted.
She wanted to save people, even if Yennefer's voice almost broke in her head.
When Coral raised her hands to cast a spell, a black-armored soldier raised his sword and slashed at her.
Her arm was broken, and her spellcasting was also interrupted.
Yennefer closed her eyes in pain, she could not save her companions.
When the soldiers stepped forward to torture Coral to death, he raised his weapon and was horrified to find that the sword in his hand turned into dust.
It's not just him.
The weapons in the hands of the Nilfgaardian soldiers near the city gate became extremely fragile.
A burst of white light turned into ripples and spread out.
John raised his hand and waved his wand.
Now that he has given up his identity as a witcher, John no longer needs to abide by those rules.
His eyes swept over, and he still lacked the last trial.
Let's take Nilfgaard as the final ending.
His expression was indifferent. In his eyes at this moment, those soldiers were already bargaining chips for him to leave.
He strolled toward the outside of the city, shouting loudly like a hymn.
“Black soldiers, remember this moment.
One who stands before the army;
He is the Lord of the Stars and the creator of Johnny Silverhand.
The King of Green Glaze, the new king of the magical world.
The person who experiences eternal freezing, the holder of the golden flame.
The second person to refine the magic stone, the person to touch the door of things.
Yadani by Jovonovich.
Black soldier, remember this man.
The man who pierced the black army...John Wick. "
His voice echoes across the battlefield.
As his last word fell, thick dark clouds rose in the sky.
John soared into the air and reached the sky above the city.
He raised his wand and white lightning shot into the sky.
The thunder turned into a huge white sword and penetrated into the heart of Nilfgaard.
The earth was torn apart by it.
Black is shattered by it.
Black lightning flashed in John's eyes.
The body greedily absorbs the magic power around it.
The originally aggressive Nilfgaardian army stopped and all stared at the black-haired man in the sky.
...
Some people died, but not completely...
