The gale howled in the pale sky, and countless misty grayish-white drifted erratically in front of the towering Grim Batol Fortress.
The grayish-white that symbolized death filled every corner of his field of vision. It was like watching an old black-and-white movie.
A familiar yet unfamiliar chill ran through his body. Duque shuddered and suddenly realized that this scene was really f * cking familiar.
He looked down at his translucent hands, and then at the translucent woman with white wings in front of him.
Duque suddenly realized!
F * ck!
I'm dying!
F * ck, how long has it been? I've almost forgotten this feeling.
How long has it been since the last time I died and ran my corpse?
The only good thing was that the System was still there. The System Notification said, "You're dead. Do you want to activate Instant Corpse Resurrection? If yes, please pay additional Soul Power. "
"Yes/No?"
Duque decisively clicked "Yes".
Duque had no choice at all. The despicable Black Dragon was staring at him now. If he really found out and took back the Black Dragon Amulet, he would really have no place to cry.
In fact, Deathwing really did find out. He felt that the faint soul connection between himself and Duque was temporarily interrupted.
"Hmm?" Nesario, who had transformed into his human form and was hiding at the foot of the mountain, frowned.
However, in the next moment, he found that the soul connection was restored. There was no mistake.
"Could it be that I'm too close to the Demon's Soul, causing problems with my perception?"
After thinking about it, the Demon's Soul refused to be touched by any dragon. In order to prevent him from interfering again, the seal that the four bastards put on was quite terrifying. He was not afraid of going up against the four guys who did not have full strength, but he was afraid of encountering the Demon's Soul.
The backlash of the Demon's Soul on the entire dragon race was no laughing matter.
On the other side, in the ice, Duque panted heavily. Looking at the Black Dragon Amulet in his hand, Duque was speechless for a long time.
"F * ck, it's too much, and I died …" Duque smiled bitterly.
If it wasn't for the Soul Force that Medivh had left for him, he would have turned to dust after enduring for 14 days.
"Alright … I'll take a smaller portion this time." Duque used half of the amount from last time and drank it with water. This time, it wasn't the 'Fairy Sister' whose vision went dark and she directly saw the grave. Instead, it was a faintly discernible murmur that sounded like the wind, but also like some kind of love action movie. Duke felt unwell.
Because he recognized that this was Aurelia's purposely suppressed moaning when he stabbed her in the back.
The scene in front of him instantly changed. Duque was dreaming, and it was the most intense kind.
Aurelia was not a gentle woman. She was independent, strong-willed, determined, and courageous. Especially now that they were facing a great enemy, Aurelia was even more focused on taking revenge on the tribe. She couldn't understand how hot-blooded a young human male with the body of a little over 16 years old could be.
It couldn't be helped. Even if humans and elves had similar styles, there were still differences between them.
In fact, after that night, she didn't have much time with Duque. Plus, Duque was a transmigrator who had graduated from an engineering university.
Engineering! It was good enough to see a female!
That was the grave of a male.
That was the place where sows competed with Diaochan!
As a result, Duque had actually accumulated a lot of … pressure.
There were a few times when Duque almost couldn't take it anymore. For a moment, he wanted to make a move on the cabbages beside him, like Vanessa or Illucia.
As a result, Duque's willpower in this area was actually quite weak.
As a result, under the intense power of the hallucination, Duque made a fool of himself.
In the dream, he became the male protagonist of a love movie. His opponents were the beauties he had met after he transmigrated.
If he was the only one talking in his sleep, then it would be fine. But the bad thing was that three kilometers away from him, the third sister of the Windrunner family was eavesdropping.
The group hid in a secluded valley, waiting for news from Sasha.
"How is it? Is there any movement from the boss? "Gavin Rad asked nervously.
Sasha's face was red, which was rare. What was she supposed to say? Was she supposed to tell these animals the truth and what their boss was dreaming about?
What embarrassed Sasha the most was that not only did Duque call out Aurelia's name, he even said, "Queen Sylvie, come with the Sasha sisters."
These words angered Sasha so much that she trembled. Duke, that bastard, was actually dreaming …
Sasha gritted her teeth and stopped eavesdropping. She was afraid that if she kept eavesdropping, she would really go crazy.
Rhonin asked, "What's wrong with Lord Marcus?"
Sasha scolded, "I don't care if he dies!"
The other three in the team were all dumbfounded when they heard this.
Duque had courted death, and then he had failed.
Several times in a row, he had either given too much or too little. Finally, on the thirteenth time, Duque suddenly had a vague feeling that he was right this time.
His consciousness became blurry again.
He seemed to feel the arrival of the Goddess of Fate.
In the confused sound of the wind, he seemed to hear the voice of fate. "You are sliding faster and faster towards your final rest, brave Duque. Before that, is there anything else you want me to do for you? Are you going to save Alexstrasza? "
Duque's lips moved slightly. "No, I don't just want to save her … Since I, Duque, have come to Azeroth, I hope to make this world a better place."
The murmur of fate continued. "Don't you want something for yourself? Maybe you want your fading life back? Or to rule over a region? Or perhaps … eternal life? "
"Everyone has to die. I have no intention of changing this fate. But if I have any hope, it would be to transmigrate here. At least I don't want to leave any regrets, right? "
"Regrets?"
"Yes, I really have too many regrets towards this world …"
For a moment, fate seemed to feel the regret in Duque's heart, and it also felt the selfishness hidden in the bottom of Duque's heart …
Fate seemed to let out a light laugh.
Then there was darkness.
The darkness seemed to be pulling him in. Duque began to feel that it was difficult to breathe, and it was difficult to think. He even wanted to turn around and just disappear in the comfortable darkness. This idea was becoming more and more tempting to him.
But he forced himself to be more clear-headed.
Yes!
Duque's clear voice surged in the long river of fate.
"You want to make me sink into darkness!?"
"What a joke!"
"If I am destined to be pulled into the dark hell, then I would rather transform myself into light and turn hell into a bright heaven."
"If the end of a hero is destined to be a tragedy, then I will rewrite all the scripts!"
"My life! My script! My world! Only I can write all of them! "
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