So, now it's hard for Ciri to understand why Geralt found his place so easily.

This made her a little puzzled-

Could it be that the real veteran witcher is so powerful, and the gap between his own ability and experience with the other party is such a huge distance?

"How did I find you here?" Geralt was slightly stunned, and subconsciously asked, "Didn't you let that guy go to me and take me directly back to White Orchard from Willen?" ”

"That guy? Who? ”

Ciri suddenly had a confused expression, who did she go to? Why doesn't she have relevant memory impressions?

Although she returned to this time period in order to change the course of history and save the fate of the world, she was also warned that she needed to eliminate the origin of natural disasters as much as possible on the basis of preserving normal history.

So she was worried that she had successfully solved the natural disaster, but caused a greater crisis, and after returning to this time period, she chose to fight alone.

Instead of asking for help from people she knew and could trust, she avoided them and tried not to let herself meet them, lest they find out that there were more than two Ciri at the same time.

After all, human beings are creatures with strong curiosity, and curiosity can often lead to a small doubt to expand rapidly, and then urge them to explore various reasons, to investigate the ins and outs, and then at a critical moment, to discover the truth, so that a secret is exposed......

- This possibility not only exists, but is not even small.

Ciri can't explain the whole thing to the people who care about her at the moment, and she also understands that the fewer people who know the secret, the better, and that's the best way to protect them.

Therefore, she did not prepare any follow-up, but only planned to silently take responsibility and solve the incident herself.

Wait until everything is resolved satisfactorily in the end, and before returning to the future, find a showdown with "yourself" in this time period and tell her what to do.

"Yes, a mirror merchant, claiming to be a mirror master, a glass boy or something......" At this time, Geralt also noticed that something was wrong, and his heart suddenly "popped".

Isn't it Ceri who commissioned that guy who seems to be a demon? But in this case, it doesn't make sense at all, if that guy wants to hurt people, he doesn't have to be so troublesome at all, and judging by the results, he is indeed helping Geralt and Ciri.

"Master Mirror? The one named Günter Odim? Ciri's face changed slightly, and he asked urgently.

"I don't know, he didn't tell me his name......" The witcher said with a frown, realizing that he hadn't known his name all along.

"It should be a demon from another world...... There are many records of contact in the book, which can be traced back thousands of years, to different cultures, and to different names. ”

Ciri bit her lower lip and whispered.

"However, they are all demonic incarnations. In this land, we call him Günt Odim, occasionally the Master of Mirrors, or the Man of Glass...... But I don't remember asking him for help. ”

"yes, I think so too, it must be a demon in human skin." Geralt smiled bitterly, not too surprised by this, after all, he had already thought of it himself.

“……”

“……”

"Whether you've asked him for help or not, at least that's not something we should be thinking about right now." The witcher took a deep breath and pulled out the steel sword behind his back, "You stand back, I'll get you out now." ”

"......" Ciri opened his mouth, then didn't say anything, just frowned and stepped back into the corner.

Bang! With a loud thud of metal crashing, the solid iron door collapsed.

The witcher put away his weapon, walked in quickly, took his daughter's hand, and walked out. He had a stomach full of doubts now, but he decided to escape from this ghost place first, and he didn't know if such a loud noise would attract something terrible.

It's just that Ciri didn't resist, but her expression was still changing, and the previous lich's demagogic words kept replaying in her mind, over and over again.

Da Da Da ......

Footsteps sounded, and the two of them ran briskly side by side in the graveyard, seeing several cold corpses or skeletons lying on the ground along the way.

This was the route Geralt had taken before, and he now wanted to use it to get back outside and leave the massive underground mausoleum. Relatively speaking, it is relatively safe because it is a route that has been explored and verified before.

After all, the enemies along the way had already been cleaned up by the witchers, and he knew everything about the powerful enemies and dangerous tombs that might exist near the route.

Therefore, he led Ciri all the way forward quickly, constantly turning and turning, almost without thinking. This behavior suddenly caused Ciri to have some subtle illusions, that is, she almost thought that the witcher was familiar with the catacombs......

It's just—

As he led his daughter briskly around the corner of a tombway, Geralt's expression jumped, and he saw a figure dressed in a black burqa, with only a skull and skull left in his head, and pale flames dancing in his eye sockets.

The air around him seemed to freeze, his brain was almost blank, and a terrible pressure made him instinctively make a judgment.

This undead seems to be countless times more terrifying than the pressure that the "white dragon" puts on him?!

How is this possible?!

"It's a pity, it seems that you rejected my kindness......" The lich stood quietly at the end of the tomb, waiting for the two to throw themselves into the net, and his cold voice revealed a trace of cruel indifference.

The next moment, it raised an arm, and its slender index finger, which was like a black agate, pointed directly at the two of them—

The tip of the black phalanges lit up with a deep black light, and the strong aura of death seemed to be able to invade and rob all the vitality!

"Don't ——!!"

Ciri suddenly screamed, her brain was blank, and she didn't have time to weigh the pros and cons, so she flew up and pounced, subconsciously activating her own ability, which was the only ability that could save the two.

Because she can't care so much anymore, once she is really hit by this, Geralt will definitely die, and her soul will be completely torn apart!

For a moment, Geralt only had time to see the dark light on the fingers of the figure opposite, and then he was pressed to the ground by Ciri behind him.

Then, there seemed to be countless disturbances in the surrounding space-time, and there was a huge collision in the void.

At this moment, the witcher seemed to see a large number of familiar or unfamiliar pictures flashing past at high speed, and it seemed that he had not received any information, and he had no way to understand what was going on, and he simply lost consciousness neatly.

……

……

I don't know how long it took.

"Geralt! Geralt ...... Wake up! ”

The familiar voice with an eager tone slowly woke up the witcher's consciousness, and he felt a splitting headache, and blurry and overlapping images gradually appeared in his hazy vision.

"Thank goodness you're alright...... Ciri shook the witcher's body vigorously, slapped the other man's face, and breathed a long sigh of relief when he saw him slowly open his eyes.

She almost burst into tears, because the other party seemed to have stopped even the beating of the heartbeat, which made her wonder if it was the after-effects of time travel, or if she was not moving fast enough, Geralt was still killed by the evil spell of the lich.

"What's wrong with me...... What is this place? ”

Geralt got up from the ground and raised his hand to rub his somewhat swollen forehead, not quite understanding what was going on......

"It's ......" Ciri opened her mouth to say something, when a loud roar came from outside.

“……！！”

Geralt suddenly became refreshed, his eyes stared, and he vaguely felt that the roar was somewhat familiar, and at the same time he noticed that he and Ciri seemed to be in a somewhat dilapidated farmhouse, and the light was quite dim.

I don't know what was going on outside, but there was a faint sound of an army rushing to kill, and a trace of noise such as the roar of a giant dragon and the roar of countless monsters.

Even the ground shook slightly, making people subconsciously make up the bloody scenes of the grand epic war just by listening to it.

"What's going on? Could it be that the white dragon is here again? ”

The witcher quickly stood up, walked quickly to the window, and looked out, and his heart immediately jumped.

He found that the hut he and Ciri were in seemed to sit on top of a hill, so that he could see the great war going on on on the vast plains below, but it was clearly not a war between humans, nor a war between the Nilfgaard Empire and the Northern Kingdoms.

It's a war between the living and the dead!

On one side was an army of about 20,000 or 30,000 people, which did not look like soldiers of a single country, because the armor and shields were of different systems, as if they were improvised formations.

A large area of black pressure, cavalry and infantry charged at the same time, the sound of footsteps was like thunder, the earth shook, and the feeling of blood and tragedy in the face of death made Geralt feel a sense of blood boiling.

And the direction in which they charge is...... The witcher's pupils contracted violently, what did he see?!

I saw an endless number of undead surging out at the end of the horizon, a large number of walking corpses, mixed with countless demon spirits, and the figure of a headless horseman riding a skeleton horse loomed...... There is also a huge figure flying in the sky.

In addition to the "white dragon" covered in frost that Geralt had ever seen, there was also a huge and terrifying bone dragon.

The scales, muscle tissue, cortex, and so on on its body have all disappeared, and only a complete skeleton of bones remains on its body.

From its hollow eye sockets, a pulsing red light revealed that the undead creature was still energetic, and its momentum was no less than that of a dragon covered in frost.

Two undead dragons flew above the surging army, swooping down from time to time, roaring and spitting out a breath of cold air or black dragon breath that froze the armies of the living or scorched countless human soldiers to ashes.

Originally, the enemy was outnumbered, and the side of the living almost did not have any ability to resist and parry, and the army of about 20,000 or 30,000 people was completely annihilated in the mighty corpse tide in just a few dozen breaths.

Because of the distance, the witcher's eyesight was completely unclear, but through the screams, wails, and curses that came from the wind, those human armies must have died in great fear and pain.

What the hell is going on? Why are there so many undead? Is that huge underground mausoleum on the ground?

Geralt shuddered, he subconsciously turned his head slightly, looked elsewhere, and then realized that the world was like the end had come-

The sky was cloudy, hazy and oppressive.

The land was desolate and barren, without any life, and all the vegetation seemed to have withered and died......

There is no greenery, and neither the hills nor the plains reveal an ominous gray-white soil......

"What the hell is going on? Could it be that this is another world? Vaguely recalling Ciri's actions before, the witcher who understood what his daughter's ability was, could only guess like this, holding a glimmer of hope for such a fluke.

"No, this is supposed to be our world...... It seems that this is the battle in which the coalition forces of the Western Front counterattacked? It must have been 1276......" Ciri muttered to herself, as if she couldn't believe it, as if she couldn't believe it.

"A counterattack by the coalition forces on the Western Front? What is it? Geralt was a little confused.

But at this moment, a deafening roar sounded, and he turned his head sharply to look, and then he saw that the huge bone dragon was flying towards the hillside where he was, and black tumbling energy brewed from its open mouth.

Ciri's face changed drastically, and he subconsciously reached out and pulled the demon hunter next to him, and instinctively activated his ability again.

……

……

When Geralt came to his senses again, he found himself in a ruined city full of ruins.

He could vaguely recognize that this seemed to be a city he was more familiar with, and the outline of the castle in the distance, as well as the ruins of various shopping malls, shrines, iron shops, banks, workshops, etc. on the streets, all seemed familiar to him, but he didn't know how it was destroyed.

Ciri was running desperately with his teeth on his back, and in the distance behind him were countless staggering and screaming living corpses, skeleton soldiers......