The wind was howling in the pale sky, and countless misty grays were floating in front of the towering Grim Batol Fortress.
The grayish-white color, which symbolizes death, fills every corner of the vision. It is like watching an old black-and-white movie.
A biting coldness that was both familiar and unfamiliar permeated his whole body. Duke shuddered and suddenly realized that this scene was so damn familiar.
He looked down at his translucent hands, then at the translucent woman in front of him with white wings.
Duke suddenly realized!
Damn, how long has it been? I almost forgot this feeling.
How long was the last time you died and ran away with your body?
The only thing to be thankful for is that the system is still there. The system prompts: "You are dead. Do you want to activate the instant corpse resurrection? If yes, please pay extra soul power."
Duke nodded decisively.
Duke had no choice at all. Now that despicable black dragon was staring at him. If he was really discovered and the black dragon amulet was taken back by him, he would have no place to cry.
In fact, Deathwing really discovered it. He felt that the vague soul connection between himself and Duke was briefly interrupted.
"Hmm?" Nefarian, who had transformed into a human form and hid at the foot of the mountain, frowned.
But the next moment, he found that the soul connection was restored without any errors.
"Could it be that being too close to the demon soul has caused problems with my perception?"
After thinking about it, the Demon Soul refused to be touched by any dragon. The seal that those four bastards had put on him to prevent him from interfering again was a terrifying thing. He was not afraid of facing those four guys with insufficient strength again, but he was afraid of touching the Demon Soul.
The backlash of the Demon Soul on the entire Dragonflight is no joke.
Here, in the ice, Duke was breathing heavily. Looking at the Black Dragon Amulet in his hand, Duke was speechless for a long time.
"Damn, the portion was too much, I died directly..." Duke smiled bitterly.
If it weren't for the soul power left to him by Medivh, he would have turned into ashes after enduring for 14 days.
"Okay... a smaller amount this time." Duke used half the amount from last time and drank it again with water. This time, it wasn't that his eyes went dark and he saw the 'Fairy Sister' in the cemetery. Instead, he heard a faint murmur in his ears, like the wind or some kind of *****, and Duke felt sick.
Because he recognized it clearly. It was the shy and deliberately suppressed moan made by Alleria when he stabbed her in the back!
The scene before his eyes changed instantly. Duke was dreaming, and it was the most intense kind.
Alleria was not the kind of gentle woman. She was independent, strong-willed, resolute, and courageous. Especially when facing a powerful enemy, Alleria was more concerned about revenge against the Horde. She could not understand how hot-blooded a young human male with a body of only 16 years old could be.
There is no way, even though humans and elves have similar painting styles, there are still differences in races.
In fact, after that night, I didn't have much sex with Duke. In addition, Duke was a time traveler who graduated from an engineering university.
As a result, Duke actually accumulated a lot of...stress.
Duke almost couldn't bear it several times, and for a moment he wanted to attack the cabbages around him, such as Vanessa and Ilucia.
As a result, Duke's will in this regard is actually quite weak.
As a result, Duke made a fool of himself under the intense psychedelic power.
In the dream, he became the male protagonist of *****, and his opponents were the beauties he had met after crossing over.
If he was the only one talking in his sleep, it would be fine. But the bad thing was that three kilometers away from him, the third sister of the Windrunner family had been eavesdropping.
A group of people hid in a secret valley, waiting for news from Vereesa.
"How is it? Is there any movement from the boss?" Gavinrad asked nervously.
Vereesa's face was red for the first time. What do you want her to say? Should she tell these animals the truth about what their boss is dreaming?
What embarrassed Vereesa the most was that Duke called Alleria by her name, and even called out, "Sylvanas, you come with the two sisters Vereesa."
Such words made Vereesa tremble with anger. That bastard Duke was actually dreaming...
Vereesa gritted her teeth and stopped eavesdropping. She was afraid that if she continued listening, she would go crazy.
Rhonin asked, "What happened to Lord Edmund?"
Vereesa scolded: "I don't care if he dies!"
When the other three members of the team heard this, they were all confused.
Duke tried to commit suicide, and then failed.
For several times, the amount was either too much or too little. Finally, on the thirteenth time, Duke suddenly had a feeling that this time it was right.
Consciousness became blurred again.
He seemed to feel the arrival of the goddess of fate.
In the sound of the confused wind, he seemed to hear the voice of fate: "You are sliding faster and faster towards your final rest, brave Duke. Before that, is there anything else you want me to do for you? Are you going to save Alexstrasza?"
Duke's lips moved slightly: "No, I don't just want to save her... Since I, Duke, have come to Azeroth, I hope to make this world a better place.
Fate continued to whisper: "Don't you want something for yourself? Maybe you want to get back your fading life? Or to rule the world? Or... eternal life?"
"Everyone must die eventually. I have no intention of changing this fate. But if I have any personal hope, it is to travel through time. At least I don't want to leave any regrets, right?"
"Yes, I have too many regrets about this world..."
There was a sense of trance, as if fate had sensed Duke's regrets, and also sensed the selfish desires hidden deep in Duke's heart...
Fate seemed to chuckle.
Then there was darkness.
The darkness seemed to be pulling him in. Duke began to have trouble breathing and thinking. He even wanted to turn around and disappear into the comfortable darkness. The temptation of this idea became stronger and stronger.
But he forced himself to be more sober.
Duke's clear voice resounds in the long river of fate:
"You want me to fall into the darkness?"
"If I am destined to be dragged into the dark hell, then I would rather transform myself into light and turn hell into a bright paradise."
"If the hero's end is destined to be tragic, then I will rewrite all the scripts!"
"My life! My script! My world! They can only be written by me!"