"Boom!"
Roger's speed was extremely fast, and he rushed to the old man's side in the blink of an eye, and kicked the murloc on the shoulder.
The blue figure flew out in a whirl, because of the sudden incident, Roger's kick was much stronger than before.
But after the figure landed, it bounced up quickly and rushed up again.
Chi chi!
The sharp harpoon stabbed from both sides, blood splashed, piercing the berserk murloc, the old man waved his hand wearily.
"Get rid of it."
Poof
A female murloc wearing rags suddenly fell to her knees and opened her mouth to sob and say something.
But the old man just shook his head.
"You know, he has become a monster, he is no longer your husband..."
"Are there not many similar tragedies in the village?"
Roger and Henrik looked at the scene in front of them, and they felt that the gap between themselves and the villagers around them was so obvious.
That's the difference between species.
"Let's go."
Roger retracted his weapon and left the village with Henrik.
"What's going on? If what the old man said is true..."
Henrik walked to a hill and looked around.
"Is there another New Moon City here?"
"Is there a reason that woman was in the cave?" He remembered the two horns in his pocket.
The black one was filled with unknown energy, but the white one seemed to be drained.
"If the energy inside is still there, that woman is probably on the verge of being promoted, and no matter how bad she is, she will be stronger than she is now."
At this moment, Roger suddenly thought of something, and he waved to Henrik.
"Follow me!"
The two made a big circle around the outside, then followed the back of the fishing village to the mountain forest, followed the route they remembered, and after a while, Roger came to a dark and narrow cave.
An overhead beam of light shot down from above, leaving a bright spot at the bottom of the cavern.
"Really..."
Roger felt that the layout of the village was very familiar from the beginning, and when he saw the same cave again at this time, he was even more surprised.
"How can there be two identical villages?"
"The people in the village are completely different."
Roger didn't explain anything, but left the cave with Henrik and followed the road all the way north.
They passed several villages along the way, but the doors of each village were tightly closed, and there was no living person to be seen at all, and even monsters in the wilderness were very rare.
Even though it was daytime, it made people feel very depressed, and the air was filled with the breath of disaster.
Even without transportation, the speed of the two of them was very fast. By evening, they had already arrived at New Moon City.
"Is this New Moon City?"
Henrik's eyes widened.
Although they haven't entered the city yet, the whole city seems to be dead. The city gates are closed, and there are several demon hunters wearing the same clothes as them standing at the gate.
The arrival of the two quickly attracted the attention of the people at the door, but seeing the clothes on their bodies, the expressions on their faces immediately relaxed a little.
"Did you go out to perform the mission?"
The leading middle-aged man asked in a deep voice.
Roger nodded.
"A problem appeared in a village. We were sent there for investigate together. It's a vampire, and it's been dealt with."
After speaking, he casually pointed to the booty he was carrying.
"What happened in the city?"
Henrik on the side asked.
"What else can it be?" The leading middle-aged man sighed.
"The situation is almost out of control."
"If this continues, I'm afraid it will lead to a catastrophe. President Abraham has issued an emergency call-up order, and almost all the hunters in Bordeaux are already in place."
"If the residents of the city turn into monsters..."
"The real world will also be affected. Reality will affect the cursed land, and when the situation is bad enough, the impact of the cursed land will also be fed back to reality."
"President Abraham?!"
Henrik's face changed suddenly, "Isn't President Abraham already..."
"But he soon realized what it was."
"I haven't been back up there for a long time."
Henrik sighed, and he turned to look at the other witcher.
"Has anything major happened up there recently?"
The man glanced at Henrik, and although he was a little strange, he still replied, "Big thing?"
"In reality, everything is still normal, but I heard that a hurricane named Katrina is likely to hit Bordeaux..."
Even Roger's face changed suddenly at this moment. He gave Henrik a wink, and seeing the affirmation in the latter's eyes, he was even more surprised.
The leading middle-aged man interrupted the conversation of several people. They casually checked the badges carried by the two Rogers, and then ordered the others to open the door and let them in.
As soon as he entered the door, after walking a certain distance forward, he noticed that there was no one else around him, and Roger couldn't help asking: "Katrina Hurricane..."
"Isn't this the catastrophic event that you mentioned 30 years ago brought to Bordeaux because of the coming of a powerful Holy Son?"
Henrik nodded.
"That's the thing!"
He glanced at Roger, "And the one who was in charge of the Hunter's Guild at that time was President Abraham!"
"In other words, we are now standing in New Moon City thirty years ago?!"
Henrik nodded.
"I'm afraid so."
"No, not right!"
Roger shook his head, "It's not just that."
The two looked at each other and said in unison, "There are also demon hunters."
If it were just New Moon City 30 years ago, then there would be no other witchers here. What they are in now is not a distorted or duplicated cursed land.
But time.
Or...
A strange idea popped up in Roger's mind.
The two were talking, when suddenly a few figures wrapped in black cloth rushed out from the side alley, their whole bodies were covered, they rushed past Henrik and Roger, and went straight to the gate in the distance.
"Stop!"
"Don't come any closer!"
There was a cold cry from behind, and Roger turned his head, and the witcher who had just sent them in clenched the hatchet in his hand.
But after hearing his words, instead of slowing down, those running figures hunched their backs, and their speed increased a bit.
"I said, stop!"
"Boom!"
There was a gunshot, and the middle-aged man who was leading before pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the figure who rushed to the front fell in response.
But his counterattack aroused the viciousness of others.
With a beast roar, the people behind tore off the black cloth on their bodies, revealing a strong body covered with thick hair!
Several people straightened their backs, and there were a few crisp sounds from their bodies. They were two meters taller, their noses and mouths protruded forward, and they looked like a crazy wild dogs.
"Come and help!"
The middle-aged man shouted loudly.
Before Roger could make a move, several figures not far away charged up their bodies, sharp nails popped out from their fingertips, and rushed towards him with roars.