"Draenor ......"

"Draenor ......"

"Draenor !!"

A wide slap slammed into his face, and Draenor opened his eyes in horror to see an officer in armor standing in front of him.

"Master Chief Kerrin? You're alive! Draenor couldn't believe his eyes, his savior and adoptive father, who had died on the battlefield years ago, was now standing in front of him with a long knife in hand.

"'For the time being' still alive, wake me up! The Aridans are about to cross the hillside!! Master Chief Keglin tossed him a spear, the flintlock pistol, the weapon he knew best.

"Here it is...... Wallaheim? ”

Draenor looked around him, surrounded by warriors with spears and knives pinched to their waists. In the distance was the home of Mount Ekander, and behind him was the familiar monastery.

"What the hell, the monastery of Wallaheim, how did I end up here?"

In Draenor's memory, the convent that adopted him had been burned to the ruins by the Yaridans sixteen years earlier, and he should have been five years old at that time, how could he be a fallen soldier like he is now?

"Show the demons the wrath of Eichenryder! Listen to me! Fire! Master Chief Kelglin swung his long knife into the air, and the soldiers pulled the trigger, the muzzle fire of the gun illuminated the ground red like the sun, but the figure on the hillside in the distance still attacked this way fiercely.

"Draenor, stand up! You're already a soldier, not a child! All the hot-blooded boys of Eichenryde! Listen to me! Master Chief shouted with his saber held alof.

The warriors dropped their flintlock pistols and drew their glittering knives from their waists. Delaenor quickly stood up, Master Chief Kelglin was right, he was a soldier, and it was his duty to fight to the death.

"Rush - Frontal !!!!!"

Countless warriors shouted, and the land of Wallaheim was shaken by the determination of bravery. Draenor drew his long knife and followed the Master Chief and the countless soldiers around him as he rushed to the shadowed hillside.

The bullet hit Draenor's breastplate and was ejected into the air in a blazing light, and Draenor's adrenaline burst through his body, parrying, kicking, and killing him, Draenor was all too familiar with the brutal and unforgiving battlefield.

The gloom of the war lasted for more than an hour before it slowly dissipated, and the Yaridans were crushed by the anger of Eichenryder, the whistle of retreat sounded, and they fled like ants. The joy of victory permeated the whole of Wallaheim.

"Father...... Master Chief Kellin! Draenor pushed away the crowd with his arms, and under a spruce tree that no one noticed, lay the dying Master Chief Cadrin.

"Sir! No, no, it can't be!! Draenor couldn't believe that the tragedy of a few years ago was repeating itself in front of his eyes, and Sergeant Keglin was pierced in the chest with a long knife, and his eyes gradually dimmed.

"What's going on? Valaheim, the Abbey, Master Chief Keglin, what really happened? ”

Draenor's brains were crumbled into a pulp, and the Wallaheim Monastery was not burned down as it was remembered. But it stands to reason that this battle should be a big victory with insignificant losses, but why did Kellin, who should have died more than a dozen years later, fall in front of him?

"Draenor, you are my child, the boy of Eichenryder. Humans are indulging in greedy fantasies, they must wake up, they must ......" Kegelin's body gradually lost its temperature at Draenor's fingertips, and the Master Chief fell into a deep sleep as if he had fallen into a dream.

"Father...... It's not reality, it must be something happening. "Draenor is indignant at the history that has been rewritten before his eyes, trapped in a chaotic time and space, and once again watching his adoptive father die on the battlefield.

Kellin's blood dripped to the ground, gradually converging into a lake that shimmered red, and the surrounding trees sank into the lake along with the body of the Master Chief. Draenor looked up and saw a long-haired figure emerge from the lake, the name of the man he knew all too well—Vicky Ric. Klose.

"Vicky, is this ...... Is it your dream? Draenor shouted at the figure.

"Vicky? How do you know my nickname? Viklico turned and tilted her head to look at Draenor.

"Hey, you made me call it that!" Draenor's anger still didn't subside, and he shouted at Viklico.

"Shhhh It's a bit rude to meet for the first time, isn't it? Vickily said with a frown.

"First ...... Meet? It seems that Vicky is not pretending to be stupid, she is indeed a stranger in her eyes.

"It's all too weird, the history is so weird, the lake of blood, even Vicky doesn't know me anymore......" Draenor gradually had the answer in his heart, such a chaotic and terrifying scene would only appear in a dream.

"Strange, how did I get here......" Vicilico stood on the surface of the lake, kicking a splash with her foot, scratching her head in confusion.

"It's a little incredible, but I can guarantee that you and I know each other. Actually, you saved my life, and I paid the price and became a beast, and we should be in a dream now! ”

Vicilico didn't react to Draenor's words, which made Draenor regret it a little, this was obviously his own dream, and Vicilico himself shouldn't have broken in, so why try to convince someone he saw in a dream?

"I don't know who you are, but you should be right, it's all too strange that Fredot left the castel de Campana in front of my eyes, unlike what I remembered." Viklico was lost in thought, it did seem like a dream to her, but she couldn't remember who the blue-haired man in front of her was.

Draenor realized the gravity of the matter, Vickili was not something he had imagined, let alone intruded into his dream, their minds were like a wall apart, imprisoned in the same dream.

The sky shone with a dazzling white light, and the earth was illuminated as bright as day. Draenor looked up, only to see a crescent moon slaid high in the sky like a sickle.

"Crescent ......" Draenor reached out to hide the dazzling light, and the moonlight passed through his fingers and sprinkled on his tired face. He repeated the word over and over again, and the memory gradually became clear in his mind.

"New Moon! It's the words carved into the wall! "Draenor's train of thought was opened by electricity, and they came to a temple on the continent of Abel, and now they were undoubtedly in a dream.

"Vicky, how much do you remember about the Abel Continent?" Draenor tries to awaken Viklico's memory.

"Abel Continent...... I know a little bit about its history, but I haven't really been there. Vicky pouted and struggled to remember.

Countless columns of water gradually rose on the surface of the blood lake, and the scarlet liquid quickly solidified, and dozens of blood-red warriors stood on the lake like the living dead awakened from their graves. In front of the warriors, the familiar face appeared in front of them again.

"Master Chief Keglin ......" Draenor couldn't believe his eyes, and the dead Master Chief Keglin actually appeared in front of him again. This time, however, his appearance was different, his skin was pale as snow, and his armor was as tattered as if it had been corroded for years.

It was only the moment he looked up that Draenor finally noticed the biggest difference in him, the eyes that had once been bright were gone, leaving only two abyssal holes.

Master Chief Kelglin pulled his blood-stained saber from his waist and held it up in the air and shouted at Draenor. The warriors around them swung their swords and slowly approached Draenor.

"Who are these? Do you know anyone? Sensing that something was wrong, Vikily turned and ran towards the shore.

The land was in front of her, but she couldn't take another step, it was as if there was an incomparably transparent layer of glass blocking her in front of her.

Master Chief brandished his saber and slashed at Draenor. Although he dodged again and again, he also knew that the person in front of him was not the Keglin himself in his memory.

Whether it was because of the nightmare or the fact that he was being manipulated by some mysterious force, the Master Chief's movements were sluggish, but every blow made Draenor feel more powerful than ordinary people.

The situation in front of him did not have time to hesitate, and Draenor drew his saber from his waist to fend off the Master Chief's attack. Although the effect power of the White Refining Fire has increased several times, even Draenor can't compete with the overwhelming power in front of him.

He spun around and threw the other man behind him with the help of the strange force of the attack. The Master Chief's body fell to the surface of the lake, and he stood up again as if he didn't feel pain, the armor on his chest peeling off from the lake, revealing a withered skeleton.

"I see, it was a nightmare. Master Chief Kelglin has been sacrificed for years......"

Draenor noticed that only the head of the opponent's body seemed to be still flesh and blood, and the soldiers behind him were getting closer and closer, and it seemed that he could only give it a go.

"Master Chief Kerrin, I'm sorry......"

He brandished his saber and rushed at the Master Chief, the blade of the blade slashing through the air in a halo that broke the Master Chief's neck and rolled his head to the ground.

But just as Draenor relaxed, Master Chief's arm was raised again, and the sharp blade slashed at him. Draenor immediately rolled and ducked to the side, only to notice that he had been standing on the surface of the lake of blood, his feet like a crimson mirror, reflecting his own face.

"It's ...... Why am I so old? He couldn't believe his eyes, the face reflected in the lake was clearly him, but the face had become much older. Even the original hair has been combed into a back, and it looks like an uncle in his fifties.

Anyway, it's a dream, so I can't care so much. Draenor looked up to take a closer look at the Master Chief's broken body, which seemed to hide some red organ under the withered ribs, trembling rhythmically with the movement of his body.

"yes, it doesn't seem like there's going to stop you without destroying that heart......" Draenor picked up his saber, gripping the hilt firmly in both hands, waiting for the Master Chief to strike again.

As expected, the Master Chief moved more quickly after removing his armor, and Draenor barely fended off the continuous attack with his saber.

A familiar scene came to mind, like when he practiced sword with his adoptive father, Kegelin, on the shore of the lake in his homeland, and the constant splash of water called out to Draenor's senses, and the memory of the muscles returned to the flesh once again.

Slash up, slash sideways, stab straight! The adoptive father's movements are still so old-fashioned but powerful, but he has been dead for years, and even if there is a miracle, it is impossible for the deceased to come back from the dead.

Draenor grabbed the flaw and slammed the opponent's wrist with the hilt, and the sharp saber flew into the air, landing on the surface of the lake and sliding for several meters.

"Your movements are still the same...... It's a pity that a dead man should have the appearance of a dead man! He twitched his wrist, clenched his saber and stabbed the beating heart in his chest. Kellin's corpse finally returned to its calm, as if it were melting, and it was gradually swallowed up by the lake.

"Rest in peace......"

Draenor put his right hand to his chest, closed his eyes and prayed. He turned and swung his long knife at the remaining undead warriors, roaring like an angry wolf to slash the cursed wreckage.

Vickily looked at the blue-haired warrior wielding a long knife in front of him, although he didn't know who he was, it was definitely not an ordinary outlander.

"Hey! Blue hair, do you need a hand? She shouted at Draenor.

"Do you need to say it? Anything goes! Help me lure them away! Nearly unable to fend off the steady stream of enemies, Draenor rolled as he rolled closer to the lake.

"Don't you have a spear? Deal with them with your invincible 'Thorn Bird'! ”

"Thorn birds?" Vikily could not remember where she had heard the name, but she was unarmed and had any spears to use.

She grinned and bit a gap in her thumb, inhaled sharply, and appeared in the middle of the lake. She snapped her fingers together and pierced the heart of the undead warrior like a sharp blade.

"This guy...... The Blood Sect is truly a terrifying existence that is even more terrifying than death! Draenor thought to herself, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and although she had forgotten who she was, she was at least still standing firmly by her side.

The two of them continued to slay the undead, and the broken bodies fell to the bottom of the lake one after another. The lake finally calmed down, and Draenor, gasping for air wearily, sat down on the surface of the lake.

Viklico's memories were still unregained, and she looked exhausted, but why did two people appear in the same dream at the same time? Just when he felt the lack of oxygen in his brain, a huge vortex suddenly appeared in the surface of the lake, and it was rapidly turning in a counterclockwise direction.

Instead of sinking downward, the vortex rose high in the air, forming a crimson tornado that grew higher and higher, almost touching the crescent moon on the horizon.

Draenor looked at the swirling vortex in front of him, and everything around him seemed to be sucked into his belly.

"It's a big problem now......"