I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

The fog almost surrounded the whole city.

Because of magic, those fogs cannot enter.

The gate was broken open.

It was only a matter of time before those fearsome black armies made their way inside.

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

Standing on the city wall, John witnessed the witch being chased by the army.

He found that a steady stream of chaotic particles were coming towards the broken gate, and John's duty was to protect the city wall.

Logically speaking, it seems that it does not belong to his management area.

But he heard the call.

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

It was Yennefer, who finally decided to trust John.

Although they didn't even know each other for one night.

But right now there are not enough people.

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

It looks like an act of suicide.

The black army found John, and they rushed towards John.

John didn't even look at it, he swung his left hand, and a shock sent the soldier flying.

When he reached the city gate, any soldiers who wanted to come were sent flying by him.

The mist approached.

Look carefully, it is a person.

Chaos particles were continuously emitted from that person, and his face looked haggard.

White robes appear to hang over a skeleton.

The man walked firmly towards the city gate.

John drew his sword without using his wand.

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

The wizard of Nilfgaard also felt the same.

The wizard opened his hands, and the mist rushed towards John.

John whispered to the silver sword: "Tell me, is it you?"

The silver sword trembled slightly as if psychic.

John smiled knowingly.

A ray of flame shot out from the sword body.

There seems to be a fire dragon stored in it, with the power to destroy the world.

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

A whisper as old as a dragon's roar came from his throat.

Obscure and incomprehensible.

"I am a fire dragon."

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

The mist of the wizard has come to him.

The flame broke free from 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 great difficulty, his skull-shaped face was full of unwillingness.

"The white flame will purify the world!"

With endless regret, the wizard uttered his final roar.

From between his brows, flames emerged from a red trail.

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

A rectangular box with a toothed seal fell from him.

John stood under the city gate, each with a sword.

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

The flames subside.

The shape of the sword changed.

It was as if the dust had faded away, revealing a delicate and special sword inside.

Sword of Silver Wick.

This is what the silver sword really looks like.

John stroked the vacant gem on it, feeling a little emotional.

The white wolf reappeared.

It stood in the mist, staring at John with ice-blue eyes, baring its fangs in demonstration.

John held the sword in his hand, his eyes gradually turning gray.

"It seems that you are also one of the trials."

He walked out of the city gate slowly, approaching the white wolf step by step.

"Tell me who you are?"

The tip of the Silver Wick touched the ground.

Where the sword tip passed, the golden flame dragged a trace.

The flames cut a golden thread from the white.

Yennefer always paid attention to the global battlefield, and she noticed this scene.

"John, come back." She called John's name and asked him to go back to defend.

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

"John!"

After Yennefer called several times to no avail, she had 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 will not disappear, but will always exist.

Eternal fire.

"John, come back!" Triss called out loudly.

John walked towards the white wolf, but heard no sound.

...

The night passed.

Ciri walked out of the house.

It was foggy outside.

Through the fog, she saw a white wolf.

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

She was stunned, and whispered: "What is that?"

yes what is that

She is the second person who can see the white wolf.

He felt an unusual aura from the white wolf.

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

It was an unspeakable thing, like a disaster, with hoarfrost on its body, it seemed to swallow the whole world.

Tremendous fear struck Ciri's heart, her breathing became short of breath, her eyes turned white.

It seems that the sky is full of snowflakes flying into the eyes.

She was about to be buried.

suddenly.

A little flame.

It is golden.

burn forever on the earth.

Melted the snow in the eyes.

Ciri gasped for breath and sat there.

A chaos entered her brain, and the ancient blood on her body caused her to babble mysterious words.

...

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

The scene was like...

Freeze forever.

The thing that he brought to the world of the Gate of Things surged wildly in his mind.

"The box of ice, frozen forever, and hoarfrost coming."

The scene switched constantly, and John heard a voice in the mist.

"It should be known that the time of the sword and the ax is approaching, it is the era of the cold wolf and snow.

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

The world will die in the frost, and be born again under a new sun.

That is also the time of rebirth of the seed sown by the blood of the ancients.

This species will not sprout, but will ignite a flame.

This is inevitable! "

The voice was somewhat familiar, as if he had heard it before.

The grayness in his eyes occupies the whole eyes, but his consciousness is clear.

This strange feeling, which is different from other prophetic states, makes John feel as if he has entered the age of chaos.

Chaos particles surround him.

These things came to him but did not enter his body.

John looked at the white wolf, and said solemnly: "The era of the cold wolf and the snow."

Golden flames blazed from his sword.

"That's why it's becoming more and more real." John murmured, "The blood of a demon hunter, let this world find me."

"The accidental child of this world."

He glanced at the flame on Silver Wick's sword, and said 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 world to bear the fate."

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

as ever.

Stregobor and Fry.

They forced John to make a choice.

The same is true of this world.

If the trial cannot be completed, John will not be able to return to the previous world.

His classmates, friends, and family members there are all inaccessible.

And killing the white wolf, he will bear the curse from the disaster, turn into the bearer of the hoarfrost, lead the disaster out of the world, and take it to another place.

It is better to say that it is a sacrifice than a killing.

"So, the so-called trial should have ended long ago." John looked up at the battlefield, his life was as fragile as paper.

Accept the arrangement?

Then he ain't John Wick!

He grabbed the witcher amulet and pulled it hard.

The amulet was torn off, and a magic circle composed of lines and circles appeared in his hand.

Inserting the Sword of Silver Wick into the ground, John clapped his hands.

The amulet changes quickly in the palm of the hand.

Melted into a pool of silver light.

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

John pressed towards the ninth rune on the blade.

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

The silver amulet was embedded into the blade bit by bit.

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

John said indifferently: "Don't try to control me."

Slytherin cannot be changed by others.

But the world will change for me!

The white wolf is gradually disappearing, and with it, the amulet belonging to the demon hunter.

John branded a circle in his left hand.

It means that Yadani, the demon hunter, is dead and is now in this world.

For John Wick, the Hogwarts wizard.

A person who is not bound by the regulations.

...

John slowly put away the Silver Wick sword.

He exhaled a long breath.

"The last trial?"

Forcibly breaking through the ninth trial, John can return to his own world with only the last one left.

He looked back, and Triss was summoning vines to seal the city gate.

A group of Nilfgaardian soldiers pursued the witch and arrived not far from him.

"Coral, come back soon, don't stay!" Yennefer's voice sounded.

John looked over, and the witch was in danger.

Seeing John back to normal, Yennefer connects with John.

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

Coral's footsteps stopped, and she saw her wizard being persecuted.

She was going to save people, even though Yennefer's voice was almost broken in her head.

When Coral raised her hands to cast a spell, a black-armored soldier raised a sword and slashed at her.

Her arm was broken, and casting was interrupted at the same time.

Yennefer closed her eyes in pain, she could not save her companion.

When the soldiers were about to torture Coral to death, he raised his weapon and was horrified to find that the sword in his hand had turned into dust.

Not only him.

The weapons in the hands of Nilfgaardian soldiers approaching the city gate became extremely fragile.

A burst of white light spread out in ripples.

John raised his hand and waved his wand.

Now that he has given up his identity as a witcher, John doesn't need to abide by those rules.

His eyes swept over, he still lacked the last trial.

Then use Nilfgaard as the final full stop.

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

He strolled out of the city in a leisurely manner, shouting loudly like singing a poem.

"Black soldier, remember this moment.

Those who stand before the army;

Lord of the Stars, creator of Johnny the Silver Hand.

The king of green glass, the new king of the wizarding world.

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

The second person who refined the Philosopher's Stone, the person who touched the door of things.

Jovonovich's Yardani.

Black soldier, remember this man.

The man who broke through the black army... John Wick. "

His voice echoed across the battlefield.

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

John soared into the sky 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 pierced into the hinterland of Nilfgaard.

The earth was torn apart by it.

Black is crushed by it.

Black lightning flashed in John's eyes.

The body greedily absorbs the surrounding mana.

The originally aggressive Nilfgaardian army stopped, all staring at the black-haired man in the air.

...