The imagination of the human brain will first have a basis, based on a phenomenon or thing to develop associations, and there are few things imagined out of thin air. For example, when filming ghost movies, the same face is white and red, and there is blood at the corners of the mouth or eyes, and when we think of ghosts, we have this image in our minds, and few people will be another image. So, how did those legendary immortals and demons come to be imagined? Or did they really have prototypes? Unfortunately, we can't turn back time and go back to that mythical era.

In the autumn of the northern country, the breeze is cool, the flowers are red and the leaves are still trying to do the final bloom, the birdsong mountain is quiet, there is a courtyard under the greenery, covering an area of thousands of acres, it is hard to imagine that anyone can afford to build such a residence at the moment when every inch of land is valuable. Driving from the 210 National Highway forked into a small road, winding but flat, on both sides of the road into the eyes is the mountain blue and red, all kinds of red and green, the scenery is pleasant, along the road into about two miles, a somewhat deliberately old wooden board made of a sign, it reads: private territory, not invited. Many vehicles that ignore the sign because of the scenery on the road will be stopped by the security guards who suddenly appear on their way and persuade them to return. After passing the sign, you will walk about 5 kilometers to the end of the road, and the huge courtyard of the mountain villa stands like a tiger and a sleeping dragon. Two vermilion carved dragon pillars rose from the ground, and one read, "The vast world and the world, I don't know where to stop." The cycle of the sun and the moon repeats itself. The couplet is compiled on it, the pen is vigorous and powerful, and it is endless, giving people infinite imagination. A plaque is erected above the pillar, which reads: Li Family. It smells like an ancient building.

In the depths of the courtyard, an artificial lake is embedded in the Li family's mansion like a spiritual realm, a corridor pavilion stretches into the lake, and at the end of the corridor, in a glazed tile top pavilion, a woman sits quietly, and a ponytail is scattered behind her head.

A girl who looked like a maid hurriedly ran and said, "Miss, the man you brought back for treatment seems to have reacted. ”

The woman seemed very happy when she heard what the girl said, "Yes? After saying that, he got up and trotted all the way over, and the ponytail at the back of his head dangled and was very naughty.

The continent of Azeroth.

The funeral ceremony of the eastern fall stopped a moment before sunrise, and the orcs said that the first light of sunrise would come and take away the soul of the prophet, so the orcs were quiet at this time, waiting for the sunrise. Aotian also came to wait together, the prophet was kind to him, at least Aotian himself thought so.

At this particular moment, it seems that everything is silent, a mood is spreading, people are waiting and waiting, the east is already white, and it is just about to break through the sky. There was a sudden loud bang in the quiet place, and at the limit of the field of vision, the mountain range, which should have been white, turned black. Black shadows on the horizon surged over like a tide, and the sound shook the sky, and even the ground under the feet of Aotian was trembling.

"The undead are out of the mountain!" shouted an old orc man. The scene is a mess.

"The undead have appeared, let's go quickly! we and these orcs can't stop them at all!" said the Ice Maiden anxiously, where else is there any goddess demeanor.

Aotian smiled, looked at the ice girl with a strange look in his eyes and said, "Don't go, it's time to wake up!"

"What are you talking about, what should you wake up?" the Ice Girl wondered.

"You don't understand, have you seriously seen this starry sky? There is an alternation of day and night, but the starry sky at night will never change, you are just something like a program, right? There is a fixed plot setting, right? The undead appear, unstoppable, it stands to reason that they should, they will choose to retreat and avoid, maybe I will become a legendary hero who fights against the undead in the future, but I can't, I want to go back! How many people will face life and death? I guess death is liberation, right? Otherwise, I will always be trapped here. "What Aotian said is just his own speculation, but one sentence is true, that is, it will always be in this world if it continues. Therefore, Aotian chose to gamble once, and if he didn't follow the plot, death would bring relief.

The long-term brewing is just for the infinite light at the beginning of the rise, and the morning sun that people have been waiting for has finally risen, and the sun is shining.

Aotian bravely walked over to the undead in the light of ten thousand rays.

"Face death, be gorgeous, be heroic, and let this blood-stained earth hide for me!"

There has never been such a hearty battle, and the former self was the emperor in the dark night, but after all, it was the dark night. Fighting head-on like this is something that Aotian has never been able to do, the mood is sublimating, and people are growing. There are countless corpses of the undead at their feet, and there are many more undead in front of them. The sword was broken, his strength was exhausted, and Aotian smiled, he had never been so relieved. Before the undead pounced on him like a tidal wave, Aotian committed suicide with the last of his strength.

"It's this way... It's okay, it's not going off the beaten path, but it's becoming more and more like a chess piece that messes up the chess game!" the young man who had been paying attention to Aotian muttered to himself.

Ponytail trotted all the way to the place where Autean was treated. The man who had been lying in a coma on the hospital bed for three days really had his eyebrows trembling slightly, and a smile appeared on the ponytail's beautiful face.

There was a sharp pain in the back of his head, and Aotian wandered in the darkness, and suddenly saw a glimmer of light, and tried to break through the darkness and drill out to the light. The eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pounds, and the bright hope made Aotian keep trying to climb and crawl, and finally... When his eyes opened, he saw a smiling beauty in front of him, which was the most beautiful scenery that Aotian had seen for so many years.

A tactful and crisp sound like a silver bell sounded in his ears, and he woke up, he woke up.......