"He still has a pulse, but it's faint..."

"Even if the River Styx is no longer up to his neck, I will save him! Now, make the mandala powder, quick! ”

The young soldier seemed to hear something and suddenly robbed him of the tranquility that had enveloped him, trying to bring him back to the world again and again with the rhythm of his heartbeat like an electric heartbeat.

"Hey, can you understand me? What's your name Outlander? Where are you from?" A slender voice asked him one after another, knowing full well that it was a woman's voice, not very old, and asking him the same thing over and over again in a strange accent in a variety of unknown languages.

In fact, he was more concerned about the content of her questions at this time, because he had lived in the world for more than 20 years, and he couldn't even think of any answers to these questions at this time.

Name? That's right, his name is Draenor, it's not a surname, it's not a first name, it's Draenor..... That's all, it's more like a code name. He had been trained as an instrument and a victim of war for as long as he could remember, as if he knew the fate of metal that would be turned into bullets.

"My hometown, which is the country of the north, can see the dream-like snow-capped mountains when I look south....."

Draenor seemed to remember something, but no matter how much he tried, he couldn't open his mouth and spit out a word, only the mire of nightmares frantically devoured his flesh, drowning him in the coldness and emptiness that even his spirit had condensed.......

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