Gasping, I couldn't tell whether it was snow or blood that was gushing out of my mouth.

Exhausted, his heart beat like a drum, but he still had to fight with his sword. The steel-cast armor was already torn and the blood dyed the white gauze red. But the man forced himself to breathe and refused to fall down.

This time it was an enemy, unlike any other time before. Climbing up from the grave, shattering out of flesh and blood, killing, and shaving endlessly, and breaking the head will resurrect and stand up at the next moment. I never thought that after the bones of the deserted tomb that I had stomped in the wilderness, which was given bloodthirsty thirst, would become so terrible, simply... it is the mortal enemy born to all living lives.

Even those terrible green guys will have a headache for a long time when facing such an enemy. The old warrior with white beard and temples shook this idea, barely held up with his sword, and persisted tiredly. For some reason, his life flashed through his mind in a trance.

It is time to be young. Just because I long to get rid of my father's desperate future for farming, I participated in the selection of the Kingdom Army with a passion.

The enemies at the age of twenty are eccentrics all over the forest. The weak werewolves and kobolds do not have enough wisdom, but have the amazing reproduction power of human beings. Often, the cultivation of a winter will lead to several growth. Those monsters travel between trade routes, rob, murder, and even cannibalism. Although they thought they were dirty and hateful at the time, they were really weak and vulnerable now.

On the day of twenty-five, he was selected into the "First Legion" for his achievements in destroying the nest of monsters and was awarded the most orthodox military swordsmanship of Lordaeron. The enemy also changed from monsters to his own kind - bandits, members of various evil organizations intending to subvert the kingdom. Among them were armies formed privately, spellcasters who manipulate arcane, and even... some fallen priests were among them.

Time flies, and time flies. After countless experiences of dying and dying, her swordsmanship and martial arts have been a thousand miles a day, and she successfully passed the assessment. She was promoted again and became a team leader who led fifteen soldiers. She met again... She was promoted and famous, married and had children. For a farmer born in the country, the most brilliant days in her life were nothing more than this.

I originally thought that facing the most powerful opponent in my life would be like this until... the nightmare came.

The turbid, dark green, and the body is filled with foul-stenched green monsters, roaring from nowhere. The long sword pierces their strong bodies, like stabbing to tough and dry cowhides, without any inch; without armor and weapons, they wield their fists as big as a casserole to smash the heart and lungs into the ground, tirelessly, fearing life and death, and follow a blood-red person like him, fighting and invading the world.

People call this war the "Second War". It may be ridiculous to compare these green-skinned monsters with the Burning Legion that destroyed the world, but what happened at that time was beyond the reach of laughter.

Located in the south of Azeroth, the most powerful "first kingdom" of mankind was destroyed, thousands of miles away from the ground, and blood flowed close to the ink. The elf kingdom, Quelthalas, which was far away in a corner of the continent, was also tragically looted.

Even several provinces in southern Lordaeron suffered the same bad luck. The "First Legion" where he was, struggled on the brink of life and death, and often had to sacrifice more than two elite warriors to seriously injure an orc. Even the dream was green, and recalling the difficulties of day and night was simply torture of hell.

I vaguely remember the sing of the minstrel, "The people are in suffering, and heroes are born in the right place." I don't know whether this sentence is true or false, but when I am really about to be unable to hold on, that person really appears.

The name "Lotha" is called a hero. I still remember the figure of the knight who was bloody but heroically rushing towards the enemy. All the troops gathered from all directions and united as one, and finally gathered under his banner. Following his footsteps, the alliance soldiers who counterattacked the green-skinned orcs gradually drove away the green-skinned orcs. From Lordaeron in the north of the continent to the ruins of the first kingdom in the south, crossing more than half of the human kingdom, finally at the cost of the hero's life, he severely damaged a red-skinned orc leader named "Ham of Destruction", thus conquering the last layer of fortress of these monsters - the "Black Stone Tower".

I was unconscious because of the wound, but I didn't know that after the victory of the war, there were no one in the surviving World War II companions. The tombstones and dead bones were filled with Azeroth and Lordaeron. There were his own and the enemy... The winner was mourning his life, and the loser died without name.

The memories are over, and blood is splattering everywhere.

"Hiss--"

Accompanied by this light sound of cracking silk, the aged warrior suddenly woke up and looked up, only to find that the form was extremely bad. In front of him was a vast white area, and endless skeletons slowly pushed up, surrounding him, and the surrounding robes had already lie on the ground and still.

He subconsciously pulled his backhand, and the sword light swept like lightning, instantly shattering the skeleton soldier who had cut his shoulder. But at the same time, the warrior's body couldn't help but sway, feeling that his vision was sometimes hazy and sometimes clear. The sky and the earth were covered with a light layer of blood red, and it seemed that countless bizarre shadows were shaking, including skeletons, werewolfs, orcs and... himself.

"I'm old..." He sighed secretly, and tried his best to swing the sword back. He shattered the surrounding bones into pieces with a "torna" method. However, this ability to imitate did not protect his body with anger, and he was stabbed seven or eight blood-drunk wounds at the same time. Unfortunately, one of the swords... hit the heart of the lower right armpit.

As the source of vitality in the body faded, the strength of the whole body passed away from the chest little by little. He tried his best to open his mouth but could only make a strange sound. In the mind of the dying old man, countless fragmented pictures appeared and disappeared from time to time, but for some reason, he recalled the deepest softness in his heart.

The childish figure running towards me, in a blink of an eye, the familiar person grew up little by little, and turned into a kneeling posture in his wedding dress that day, begging him to have a favorable relationship with his lover. Finally, what was engraved in his heart was the narrow shadow dragging on the ground as he passed away alone in tears.

"Back to my hometown... meet her." The veteran who crawled out of the dead, had such humble desire at the last moment of his life.

The body fell into a pool of blood, but the soul floated up, and there was a source of thousands of light attracting and pulling, as if it was the gate of heaven advocated by the pastor of the Holy Light Church. Looking down, countless similar phantoms turned into stars like millions of meteors.

The soul of the old man who was supposed to enter it stumbled slightly, and a distant and faint voice sounded in his ears.

"I want to take revenge on the undead who killed you...want to see the relatives in my hometown for the last time?" The former made him indifferent, but the latter sentence made his ghost unable to help but turn his head and look at the source of the sound.

That was the direction of the power of natural disasters and deceased during his lifetime, mixed with a group of black-robed cultists, a thin boy.

People in another world... psychics... possessed... promised... transaction...

But with some mysterious power, two souls from different worlds have undergone slight synchronization, and the collision of memory originates from the soul makes both sides flash through thousands of broken pictures in an instant, and understand each other's essence and needs.

So, after a moment, the meteor that could not be seen by the naked eye turned into light and fell into the body of the boy. A newcomer from a reincarnation adventurer from another world inherited the will of a certain warrior who had never met.

It is a true "will" with a magnificent experience throughout life, a hard-working swordsmanship, unforgettable love, hate, and a letter of "seeing my daughter".

This memory is too profound and too complicated. Even if there are professional spiritual methods to extract and classify them, erasing all the useless and complicated trivialities, the remaining half of the essence still makes the young man who was involved in spiritual skills for the first time shaking his body, and his headache was split and he almost fell.

What's even more troublesome is that a cursed believer on the side was just looking at him. Seeing this, he subconsciously wanted to come over to investigate the situation, but suddenly he saw a pair of scarlet and bloody eyes.

"ah----"

He had only had time to scream, but the murderous intent from the dead condensed as the essence, and with hatred of natural disasters condensed on the innocent person. The blood color almost became an illusion, leaving his brain blank, and his limbs were pinched by an invisible and tangible palm. His whole person was so oppressed by this eye that he could not move.

"Ho ho..."

In the corner covered by the snow-covered goose feathers, Rorschach let out a low breath like a beast. The blue veins on his arms were twisted one by one, and his palms were pressed against the short blade on his waist, and he would almost draw his sword to slash the next moment. But the next moment, a white hand suddenly stroked his shoulders. The unexpected strange contact made him suddenly startled and then woke up.

Rorschach turned his head and saw a cold face half-covered with a tulle. However, it was the tall and graceful mysterious woman, "Falina". She looked over with blue eyes with concern, leaned over and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you? I mean... your eyes?"

This understatement question was actually a whole morning. Because it was only a short night before, the undercover agent from Lordaeron changed his clothes. Apart from the hooded robe and veil of the Curse Sect, his eyes were covered with a thick and closed black belt like a blind man. The cloak covered with tightly covered cloaks, and the whole person looked like a mummy that had just been unearthed. I really don’t know how he distinguished the direction and came to the battlefield smoothly.

The most important thing is that this sudden change reminded her of the red light column that tore through the sky last night. As far as she knew... According to the subsequent speculation of the senior mages in the natural disaster, the "hot light" with amazing lethality but no slight magic fluctuations, one of the seven most likely origins is the hut where the boy lives in front of her.

Of course, she didn't think that an ordinary person with no magical cultivation could release an arcane impact comparable to that of Master Kenry Toda, even if he had magic items. In Azeroth's worldview, the more powerful the props were, the higher the quality requirements for the user. Even if it was a magic weapon with eternal energy, it did not need to extract the user's power when released, but the endless torrent of energy when used, without the guidance of a strong will, was equivalent to people standing alone on a small raft made by Robinson, and then using a bamboo chopstick to stir the violent currents of the Indian Ocean during the summer tropical storm. Regardless of the effect, the user would definitely be the result of the ship being destroyed and the person being killed in the first time.

The savior "Orc Prophet 'Shar'" in the subsequent work of the same series in this world, "Burning the Earth", is a typical example. He was originally the most powerful shaman in Azeroth. His soul traveled through four elemental planes in the "Fallen Flow of Twilight" event. After experiencing the tear and reorganization of "turbid and earth, water and fire", he became tenacious hundreds of times. All the protagonist's auras were blessed by the body, and he could only control the power of the "Dragon Soul" with the assistance of the four dragon kings, thus successfully ending the "Fallen Death Wings" of the World-Destroying Dragon.

What Falina was worried about was whether there was a mage with superb cultivation hidden behind Rorschach. A spellcaster with profound knowledge and extraordinary wisdom may have no stronger strength than a battlefield paladin like Arthas, but his flexibility is more than a hundred times higher. Once teleportation, stealth, charm, and illusion are cleverly used, it will be much more terrifying than any spy master and scout agent combined.

Roxa didn't think so much, but turned his head and replied lightly: "Eyes... I don't know what's going on. It's probably the side effect of using spells to overdraw vitality for several days in a row. In short, when you wake up, you can't see anything, and it hurts a lot as soon as you see the light... It seems that you need more help in the next thing."

Falina was stunned when she heard this, her eyes flashed immediately, and she looked straight at the black belt covering her eyes. Seeing that Roxa had no reaction, she replied for a while: "Since we have become allies... Of course I will do my best..."

She frowned and then said tentatively: "Since that's the case, how can I arrange two reliable subordinates to temporarily protect you? You should need someone to take care of you now, right?"

To her expectations, Roxar seemed to be completely lost because of his sudden blindness. He nodded and stopped reacting. Falina had to summon two subordinates who cursed the cultists and gave instructions. Then she turned around and saw that Roxar was like a wooden stake, standing alone in the heavy snow, and finally lost her patience, found an excuse and left.

As the woman's figure disappeared into the vast snow, Roxar's face covered by him faintly showed a mocking expression.

Of course, his eyes were not blind, but... they were not much better.

The root of the problem is the bronze-level card with "mutant gene mutation". It's not that there was a problem in the process of strengthening Rorschach's bad luck. On the contrary, his luck is not better. Although he did not draw the spiritual control of "Professor X" who is the leader of the mutant, and the magnetic force of "Magneto" controls the top universal ability, it is only slightly inferior; in a sense, it is stronger than the "self-healing factor" of the protagonist of the movie "Wolverine" in frontal battles.

The source of the variant power he triggered was the bleak performance in the X-Men movie, and the limelight was stolen by Wolverine, but he became the protagonist of the glorious comics in the same series - "Cyclops". Its unique ability is called "Optical Violence", which emits impactful red light directly from the eyes, attacking the enemy with a point-breaking surface. Its penetration is enough to shoot through the military barriers of steel and concrete at once. Moreover, his power consumes vitality from other X-Men. The real source is sunlight, and the body is just a medium of transit, which triggers the ability through the generation and cooperation of the eyes. That is to say, as long as he can open his eyes, even in a state of unconscious sleep, the red light source will still be triggered freely. Before blinking due to fatigue, the length of the light will never end, and it can even be traced back to outer space tens of thousands of meters away.

However, it is precisely because the fundamental source of this power is not that Cyclops can't master its superpowers as freely as others, and they can't even switch freely, so they can only wear special red stone goggles. The other end of the glasses is connected to the lobe layer of the brain. The magnitude of the power needs to be adjusted through a button connected to the palm of the hand. Therefore, once the glasses are often taken away, unless you want to open your eyes and kill the body, you have to close your eyes and let others beat them.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing as the main god light ball in infinite space. The sources of various abilities come directly from major mission worlds, and they will neither abandon defects nor weaken or mutate. In other words, the strengthening essence of the adventurer will fully inherit the advantages and disadvantages. Vampires will inevitably be afraid of the sunshine, and Superman will inevitably be restrained by kryptonite. The mutant abilities that Rorschach has obtained now must have difficult to control, so when he opens his first glance after he has finished strengthening, he knows that it is not good. However, even if he is extremely resistant in his heart, it is difficult to avoid the light from spreading. Before he reacts and closes his eyes, it has caused chaos all night.

Fortunately, during the initiation of this kind of mutant power, the initial light is invisible and intangible, and it requires the action of the red spectrum of nature to turn into substantial lethality. Therefore, as long as the user closes his eyes, he does not have to worry about the tragedy of light shooting through his eyes. However, a person who has been used to a normal life for more than ten years cannot curb the instinct of opening his eyes at all times. Although Rorschach cannot find red quartz glasses that absorb red, black also has the characteristics of absorbing light and filtering. He had to find a dark curtain to cover his eyes, so that his eyes cannot touch red, so he temporarily settled down.

But in this way, Luo Xia's vision was also lost, and it was difficult to escape from the severe ghost town with a blind man who did not look at the object. He thought about it and finally found another method.

He also has another black iron-level ability card "Psychic" that he abandoned. Although the ability given by this card is not strong, it has another unique mystery. Even at the initial stage, you can communicate with the spirits wandering in nature and reach a contract, thereby obtaining the "Psychic Holding". Because the psychic and the holding spirit are intimately connected from the soul, even if it is not a daily life of integration, the psychic can share all the senses and inner troubles of the "Psychic Holding Spirit".

The so-called "all senses" naturally include vision. Although the undead's vision is not as colorful as the living person, and before the eyes are full of gray, it is always much better than the blind. And the ghost... besides the hospital that is miserable all day long, where is there more battlefields than life and death? So Rorschach finally found a battlefield to come to the battlefield, waiting silently from early in the morning to find a veteran who is willing to contract.

"However... this kind of spiritual holding posture is different from what I imagined." Luo Xia, who was bathed in the heavy snow and used his psychic ability for the first time, vaguely felt a cold and spiritual thing flowing deep in his body, which was different from the subtle body of martial arts internal energy that flowed in the heart of the meridians, but a deeper layer of the mysterious connection between the metaphysical body and the spirit. He could even touch the transparent old figure that had already disappeared deep in his heart, and instinctively understood that he could be united with it at any time and exert the true power of the psychic called "being". But the more this happened, he became more confused.

Because—in his perception, the soul of the warrior in his body was unconscious, like a wooden puppet, even though it still retained the memory and instincts of a lifetime, the "heart" that contained seven emotions and six desires had long disappeared.

The "spiritual man" system he obtained originated from the once popular comic "Psychic King". In the worldview of this comic, there is a group of "spiritual men" inherited from ancient times. The so-called spiritual men actually refer to those who can communicate with the elves in mythology, the immortal heroes of great men in history, and even the ethereal gods. They can use the wisdom and power of the soul to reproduce the miracles of the past. However, although these incredible superpowers have strong power, they have flaws that cannot be fed back to themselves. The only solution is to obtain the power of the "elves" that will only be flashy every five hundred years, and thus sublimate into the "spiritual king" who changes the world and is no different from the "god". The main line of the whole story is actually a series of thrilling struggles and adventures carried out by the protagonist Asakura Ha to become the psychic king.

Just as the vast majority of students in the Celestial Dynasty who like to enrich their extracurricular life, Luo Xia once read that interesting work in his occasional leisure time, but it is precisely because of this that he easily felt the difference between himself and the protagonists, or the difference between the holding spirits.

In the original story, the first person in the protagonist Asakura Ye, the spirit "Amitabha Maru" - a thousand-man killing warrior who was known as the "killer ghost" from the Warring States Period. After three hundred years of storms, he showed his superb and powerful martial arts since he was born on Asakura Ye. Even when he was a soul in his daily life, he retained his past memories, and even the arrogance of the warrior was inherited. The joy, anger, sorrow, and joy in daily life were no different from that of ordinary people.

When it came to Rorschach, except for the first time when I was just accepting it, I was completely lost by the vast memory, but I didn’t feel any other impact, as if there was only a body in my body, and the inner spirituality about emotions had long disappeared.

"I remember... Amitabha Masambhava left a name in his plane history, but later he almost became a 'Buddha' because of his obsession. Could it be because of the gap between the essence of the historical heroes and the mortal spirits?" Luo Xia just thought casually and did not worry about this issue. In fact, he felt that this was a good thing. After all, he was not the protagonist who liked to take "old grandpa" to scatter. Although he was open-minded, he could not stand his privacy when he was eating, bathing and sleeping.

And... next, there are more important things to do.

Luo Xia raised her head slightly, glanced over the heavy snow that was floating in the sky, and looked at the graceful figure in the distance, with a hint of coldness in her eyes.

The sudden storm became increasingly heavy, forcing one side of the human side to withdraw its troops in advance, and the undead naturally would not pursue it. However, as the endless crowd receded, no one noticed that a small and lively shadow flew out from a cuff, and then quietly drilled into the ground, arching a shallow thin line along the route under the soil layer, and the ground quickly followed the army.
Chapter completed!