The fog enveloped almost the entire city.

Because of magic, the fog couldn't get in.

The door was broken open.

It was only a matter of time before those terrible black armies smashed inside.

The ten wizards who were sent out were surrounded and intercepted by the black army, and their magic power would also be insufficient.

John stood on the wall and witnessed the witch being chased by the army.

He discovers that a steady stream of chaos particles is coming towards the breach, and John's job is to protect the walls.

It stands to reason that it doesn't seem to be under his purview.

But he heard the call.

"John, I want you to go to the city gates."

It was Yennefer, who finally decided to trust John.

Even though they hadn't known each other for even one night.

But there are not enough people at the moment.

John looked down at the city gate, and he fell from the city wall.

It looks like an act of seeking death.

The Black Army spotted John, and they went after him.

John didn't even look at it, his left hand flicked, and a blast knocked the soldier flying.

He walked to the city gates, and any soldiers who came were sent out by him.

The fog was closer.

If you look closely, it's a person.

Chaos particles continued to emanate from that person's body, and his face was like a withered face.

The white robe appears to be shrouded in a skull.

The man walked with firm steps toward the city gate.

John didn't use his wand, and drew his sword.

The runes on the silver sword flickered, and John looked up at the man.

The wizard of Nilfgaard sensed it too.

The wizard spread his hands, and the mist poured in towards John.

John whispered into the silver sword, "Tell me, is that you?" ”

The silver sword trembled slightly as if it were psychic.

John smiled knowingly.

On the sword, a wisp of fire burst out.

It seems that there is a fire dragon in it, which has the power to destroy the world and destroy the world.

As the seventh rune lit up, the sword began to reveal its true form to John.

An ancient whisper like a dragon's roar came from his throat.

Obscure and incomprehensible.

"I'm a fire dragon."

The voice fell, and the flames on the silver sword ignited.

The wizard's mist had come to him.

The firelight broke free from the mist, turned into a flying dragon, and sank into the wizard's body.

The wizard stretched out his hand in John's direction with difficulty, his skeletal face full of reluctance.

"White flames will purify the world!"

With endless regret, the wizard let out a final roar.

From the center of his eyebrows, a red trail erupted in flames.

Crimson flames burned all over his body, engulfing him completely.

A rectangular box with a toothed closure falls from him.

John stood under the gates of the city.

Blood-red light sinked into the sword, and the eighth rune lit up.

Flame convergence.

The sword's appearance changed.

It was as if it had been dusted away, revealing a delicate and special sword inside.

Sword of Silver Wick.

This is what Silver Sword really looks like.

John stroked the vacant gem on it, with some emotion.

The white wolf reappeared.

It stood in the mist, its ice-blue eyes staring at John, its fangs baring in a demonstrative manner.

John gripped the sword in his hand, his eyes turning 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 are you?"

The tip of the Silver Wick Sword touched the ground.

Where the tip of the sword passed, the golden flames dragged a trail.

The flame cut a golden line from the white.

Yennefer was always on the global battlefield, and she noticed this scene.

"John, come back." She calls John's name and tells him to go back to defense.

But John's brain didn't send her a reply.

"John!"

After several successive calls to no avail, Yennefer had no choice but to find someone else.

"Trissy, guard the gates."

Triss received the order and hurried to the city gates.

She saw a fire on the ground, and that flame would not go away, but would always be there.

Eternal Flame.

"John, come back!" Triss called out.

John walked towards the white wolf and did not hear a sound.

...

The night passed.

Ciri walked out of the house.

Outside, there was a lot of fog.

Through the mist, she saw a white wolf.

It's the same as what I saw yesterday, but it's a little different.

She was stunned and muttered, "What's that?" ”

Yes, what is that?

She is the second person to be able to see the white wolf.

I felt an unusual aura from the white wolf.

That's not a monster, it's not an animal.

It was an unspeakable thing, like a catastrophe, with hoarfrost on it, as if it was about to swallow the whole world.

Great fear hits Ciri's heart, her breathing becomes rapid, and her eyes turn white.

It's like snowflakes flying into your eyes.

She's going to be buried.

Suddenly.

A little flame.

It's golden.

Burn on the earth forever.

melted the wind and snow in his eyes.

Ciri gasped for breath and sat down.

A mess entered her brain, the blood of the ancients in her body, and made her babble mysterious words.

...

John saw the winter day, and the endless white dust flooded the continent.

It was like ......

Eternal frozen.

The thing that was brought to the world of the gate of things by himself surged wildly in his mind.

"The box of ice, frozen forever, the hoarfrost descends."

The scene kept shifting, and John heard a voice in the mist.

"You must know that the time of the sword and the axe is near, and it is the era of the wolf wind and snow.

The time of hoarfrost and white light is near, the age of madness and contempt: the age of the end. m.

The world will die in the frost and be reborn under the new sun.

It was also the time when the seeds sown in the blood of the ancients were reborn.

This will not sprout, but it will burn with a flame.

It's a given! ”

The voice was somewhat familiar, as if I had heard it myself.

The grayness in his eyes took over the whole eye, but his consciousness was clear.

This strange feeling, unlike any other prophecy state, made John's mind feel like he had entered an age 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 he said solemnly: "The era of the cold wolf wind and snow." ”

His sword was lit with golden flames.

"That's why it's becoming more and more true." John muttered, "The blood of the witchers has made the world find me. ”

"The accidental child of this world."

He glanced at the flames on the Sword of Silver Wick and muttered to himself, "Fate." ”

The ninth trial, the white wolf in front of you.

The calamity of this world is also the fate of the world.

"The accidental son who once broke the fate of magic came to this realm to bear his fate."

John slowly lowered his sword, his face cold, "This is treating me as a tool." ”

Just like it used to be.

Strygab and Frey.

They forced John to make a choice.

The same is true of this world.

Unable to complete the trial, John will not be able to return to the world he once was.

His classmates, friends, family, everything there was out of reach.

And kill the white wolf, and he will bear the curse of the calamity, and become the bearer of the hoarfrost, leading the calamity out of the world and taking it to another place.

It is better to say that it is to kill, than to sacrifice.

"I see, the so-called trial should have ended a long time ago." John looked up at the battlefield, life as fragile as paper.

Accept the arrangement?

Then he wouldn't be John Wick!

He grabbed the witcher's amulet and tugged hard.

The talisman was torn off, and a magical array of lines and circles appeared in his hand.

Plunging the Silver Wick Sword into the ground, John slapped both hands.

The amulet changes quickly in the palm of the hand.

Melt into a puddle of silvery light.

Holding the silver light in his left hand, he drew the sword of Silver Wick with his right hand.

John pressed towards the ninth rune on the blade.

The heat burned the skin in the palm of his hand, and even with the skin of a fire dragon, it was extremely hot at the moment.

Little by little, the silver amulet was embedded in the sword.

When John let go of his hand, the place where the ninth rune was located was occupied by silver.

John said indifferently, "Don't try to sway me. ”

Slytherin, will not be changed by others.

It's that the world is going to change for me!

The white wolf is gradually disappearing, and along with it, the talisman that belongs to the witcher.

John imprints a circle in his left hand.

Meaning, the witcher Adani is dead, and 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, cloudy breath.

"The last trial."

Forcibly breaking the ninth trial, John was left with only one last one left, and he could return to his own world.

He looked back and Triss was summoning vines to seal the gates.

A group of Nilfgaard soldiers chased the witch to a short distance from him.

"Sango, come back soon, don't stay!" Yennefer's voice rang out.

John looked at the witch in jeopardy.

Seeing John return to normal, Yennefer connects with John.

"John, go save her!" Yennefer's voice rang in John's head.

Sango's footsteps stopped, and she saw her own witches being persecuted.

She was going to save someone, even if Yennefer's voice was about to burst in her head.

As Coral raised his hands to cast a spell, a black-armored soldier slashed at her with a sword.

Her arm was broken, along with the spellcaster.

Yennefer closed her eyes in agony, she couldn't save her companions.

When the soldier stepped forward to torture Coral to death, he raised his weapon and was horrified to find that his sword had turned to dust.

And not only him.

The Nilfgaard soldiers near the gates were all vulnerable to their weapons.

A burst of white light turned into ripples and spread out.

John raised his hand and waved his wand.

Now that he had given up his role as a witcher, John didn't need to follow those rules.

His gaze swept over him, and he was missing the last trial.

Then take Nilfgaard as the final stop.

His expression was indifferent, and at this moment in his eyes, those soldiers were already his bargaining chips for leaving.

He strolled out of the city, shouting like a hymn.

"Black soldier, remember this moment.

He who stands before the great army;

The Lord of the Stars, the Creator of Johnny the Silver Hand.

The King of Green Glass, the new king of the wizarding world.

The one who has experienced eternal freezing, the bearer of the golden flame.

The second person who refines the Philosopher's Stone, the one who touches the door of things.

Jardani of Jovonović.

Black soldier, remember this person.

The Man Who Pierced the Black Army...... John Wick. ”

His voice reverberated across the battlefield.

As his last word fell, thick dark clouds rose from the sky.

John soared into the air and reached the sky above the city.

He raised his wand, and white lightning rushed into the sky.

The thunderbolt turned into a white greatsword and plunged into the heart of Nilfgaard.

The earth was torn apart by it.

The black color is shattered by it.

Black lightning flashed in John's eyes.

The body greedily absorbs the magic from its surroundings.

The Nelfgaard army, which had been aggressive, stopped, all staring at the black-haired man in the air.

...

Some people died, but not completely......