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The grayish-white color, which symbolizes death, fills every corner of the horizon. It's like watching an old black-and-white movie.

The piercing coldness of the familiarity and strangeness permeated his body, and Duke shuddered to find that this scene was so familiar.

Looking down at his translucent hands, and then at the translucent woman with white wings in front of him.

Duke Horan realized!

Grass!

Master, I'm hanging!

Nima, how long has it been? I've almost forgotten how I felt.

How long ago was the last time you hung up a running corpse?

The only good thing is that the system is still there, and the system prompts: "You are hanging, do you want to activate the instant running corpse resurrection?" ”

"Yes/No?"

Duke decisively said 'yes'.

Duke had no choice at all, and now that despicable black dragon was staring at him, if he really found out and took the black dragon talisman back, then he really had no place to cry.

In fact, Deathwing did find out, and he felt a brief break in the vague soul connection between himself and Duke.

"Huh?" said Nesario, who had turned into a human form and hid at the foot of the mountain.

However, in the next moment, he found that the soul connection had been restored, and there was no mistake.

"Could it be that getting too close to the Demon Soul is causing problems with my perception?"

After thinking about it, the Demon Soul refuses to be touched by all dragons. The seal that the four bastards had put on them to prevent him from interfering again was quite a terrible thing. He wasn't afraid to confront those four incompetent guys again, but he was afraid of running into demonic souls.

Demon Souls is no joke about the backlash of the entire dragon clan.

Here, in the ice, Duke gasped for air. Looking at the black dragon talisman still in his hand, Duke was speechless for a long time.

"Nima, it's too much, just hang up ......" Duke smiled bitterly.

If it weren't for the soul power left to him by Medivan, he would have become scum after 14 days.

"Okay...... This time the portion is smaller. Duke used half of the last amount and drank it again. This time, it is no longer the 'fairy sister' who sees the cemetery directly in the dark. Instead, there was a murmur in his ears that seemed to be like some kind of love action movie, and Duke was not good.

Because he recognized it impressively, it was Aurelia who was shy and deliberately suppressed when she was stabbed in the back!

The scene in front of him changed instantly, and Duke dreamed, and it was the most intense kind.

Aurelia is not the kind of woman who is gentle like water, independent, strong, resolute, and resolute. Especially at the moment when the enemy is present, Aurelia is even more focused on revenge on the tribe. She couldn't understand how strong a young human male with a body of just over 16 years old was.

No way, even if humans and elves have similar art styles, the races are still different.

In fact, after that night, I didn't hang out with Duke a few times. In addition, Duke is a time-traveler from an engineering university.

It's good to be able to see the mother!

It's a boy's grave.

It's a place for sows and sables!

As a result, Duke has actually accumulated a lot of ...... Pressure.

Several times Duke almost couldn't stay up, and for a moment he wanted to attack the cabbage next to him, something like Vanessa, and Illusia.

As a result, Duke's will in this regard is actually quite weak.

As a result, under the intense psychedelic power, Duke made a fool of himself.

In the dream, he became the male pig's foot of a love action movie. The opponents are the beauties he has met after crossing over.

If it's just him talking in a psychedelic dream, that's fine. It's bad, it's bad, three kilometers away from him, the third sister of the Windranger family has been eavesdropping on the wind.

The group hid in a hidden col, waiting for news from Wen Leisa.

"How's it going, boss?" asked Gavinrad nervously.

Wen Resa is rarely pretty. What do you tell her to say? Do you tell the animals the truth about what their boss is dreaming about?

What embarrassed Wen Resa the most was that Duke had called Aurelia by name, and he even called out "Queen Xi, you and the two sisters Wen Resa are here." ”

Wen Resa trembled with anger at such words, Duke bastard was actually dreaming......

Wen Resa gritted her teeth and stopped eavesdropping, she was afraid that if she listened to it again, she would really go crazy.

Ronin asked, "What's wrong with Master Marcus?"

Wen Resa scolded: "I'll let him die!"

When the other three people in the team heard this, they were all confused.

Duke died, and then he failed to die.

Several times in a row, either too much or too little. Finally, on the thirteenth day, Duke suddenly had a feeling of darkness, and this time it was right.

Consciousness became blurry again.

It was as if he felt the coming of the goddess of fate.

In the confusion of the wind, he seemed to hear the voice of fate: "You are sliding faster and faster towards the final sleep, brave Duke." Is there anything else you want me to do for you before that? are you going to save Alexstrasa?"

Duke's lips quirmed slightly, "No, I don't just want to save her...... Now that I, Duke, have come to Azeroth, I want to make this world a better place.

The murmur of fate continues: "Don't you want to order anything yourself?, perhaps, you want back your dying life?, or the King's Landing, or ...... Eternal life?"

"People must die. I have no intention of changing this fate. But if I have any personal hope, it's to come over, at least I don't want to leave any regrets, right?"

"Regrets?"

"Yes, I have too many regrets about this world......"

There is such a sense of trance, fate seems to feel the regret in Duke's heart, and moreover, he also feels the selfish desires hidden in Duke's heart......

Fate seemed to let out a chuckle.

Then there was darkness.

The darkness seemed to pull him in. Duke began to feel that it was difficult to breathe and to think. He even wanted to turn around and just disappear into the comfortable darkness. The temptation of this thought grew stronger and stronger for him.

But he forced himself to be more sober.

Right!

Duke's clear voice stirred in the long river of fate:

"Just the darkness wants me to sink!?"

"What a joke!"

"If I am destined to be pulled into a dark hell, then I would rather incarnate myself as a light and turn hell into a paradise of light. ”

"If the hero's end is destined to be a tragedy, then I have to rewrite all the scripts!"

"My life, my script, my world, all can only be written by me!" )