"At the end of the world, there is a black door. It is the origin of all species and the place where all stories begin......"

A tent made of rough animal skins, a simple bonfire, and the two people sitting opposite each other were half-hidden in the darkness around them, and the old man's voice was slowly speaking.

"What kind of story is that?" The traveler asked.

The traveler generally does not speak easily, because his voice is deep and deep, reminiscent of the strongest bull in the herd, and such a voice is best suited for humming heroic ballads, or telling a group of strangers what he has seen and heard in various places he has traveled, and once he has spoken, he cannot escape the invitation of the crowd.

And now, there are only two people under the dome.

"Drink this bowl of bar, all the stories are in this bowl of wine."

A glass of mulled wine steaming under the firelight is perfect for banishing the cold in windy and snowy weather.

"This is a world where people and the Protoss coexist, and the blood and wine of the Protoss are not blessed for mortals."

The traveler simply refused the old man's request, for it was more like lava from the depths of hell than a glass of wine. Looking at the cup of bright red and hot liquid in front of him, contained in a primitive container made of the bones of a bull's head, the traveler felt like he was in a treacherous demon cave.

"This is the Demon Bone Wine, made with the blood of the Silver Lion Snowwinged Beast, mortals really can't take it, but mortals can't reach it either." The old man was rickety, his beard was gray, and he spoke more like a weak wind, but it reached the ears of the traveler unusually clearly under the raging roar of the blizzard outside the window, and the traveler knew that this was not a mortal ability, but a divine consciousness along with the spiritual sense: "This is the realm of the guardian god of the north. ”

It's a world where witchcraft is honored, and wizards are priests who control some of the largest tribes in the territory, pushing the limits of the Terran settlement. But on this continent known as Pangea, there are still some ancient and unknowable creatures, whose images often appear in the totems of various tribes, and perhaps it is more appropriate to call them by another name - the Protoss.

"I'm just a traveler abandoned by the tribe, and I didn't expect to be just as unpopular in God's wine account." The traveler knew that it was the old man who was testing his identity.

"There is no reason to reject God's alms in God's wine account. I know what you're looking for, you're not the first, and you're not the last. Although drinking the Demon Bone Drink will kill you, you will never find anything like it without drinking the blood of the gods. ”

The old man's beard did not shake, and the voice was transmitted directly to the traveler's head without hindrance. This is already a threat, a threat from the Protoss who can easily tear apart the souls of mortals.

The traveler hesitated, lifted the Devil's Bone Wine, and poured the red liquid down his throat.

"You are a man of divine grace, why would someone like you leave the tribe and wander alone?" The old man spoke again.

"Every tribe has secrets that they don't want to be known." The traveler said, "Whether the one who knows the secret is a god or not." ”

"What kind of secret is it?"

"A secret that has buried countless young mothers and babies." The traveler's voice was grief-stricken.

Tribal legend says that at the end of the world, there is a black door. Legend has it that after Pangu Li split Chaos, Chaos turned into a continent, and Pangu also died in battle. The giant turned into a giant mountain in a kneeling position, and his body and battle axe formed the first gate of the primeval world, which was the Black Gate.

Sorcerers believe that the Black Gate contains the most precious blood of the gods since the creation of the world, the blood of Pangu. Legend has it that those who receive the blood of the gods have the ability to reshape the world, bringing the weak human race out of the Dark Ages and into the true light.

"In order to obtain the blood of Pangu, every child of the tribe will be soaked in the blood of the gods after they are born, and no one knows where the blood of the gods came from."

"The blood of the gods does not belong to the human race, it belongs to the greatest hero of the ancient war, the ancestral witch clan who assisted Pangu in the war." The old man replied.

"That's right, so the sorcerers learned to sacrifice, and after making great sacrifices, they finally got a way to make blood wine from the ancestral witches. A child born of blood and wine will be able to obtain the favor of the gods and have the power to kill the ancestral witch clan. ”

"After all, the Ancestral Wu Clan doesn't want to share the blood of Pangu with each other, and they have also learned to borrow the power of humans to get rid of their opponents." The old man knew very well the style of the Zuwu clan.

"But the blood wine is so life-consuming that no child can survive the blood wine bath. Therefore, the sorcerers of the tribe came up with another way to bathe in blood wine, that is, to let the mother drink it before the child is born, so that most of the power of the divine blood will be borne by the mother, and the child will still be born in blood. ”

"Has no one disobeyed the orders of the sorcerer?"

"No, because in the eyes of the women of the tribe, this is just enough to save the child's life."

"The truth is cruel, no one has ever said that the blood of God can save humanity, and only humanity itself can save humanity." The old man sighed.

"What the Terrans need now is not to be saved, but to put an end to the legend of Pangu's blood."

"Is that what you're here for?"

"Yes, it is my destiny to retrieve the blood of Pangu, or to turn into the soul of the dead here."

"You don't have a chance to win." The old man reassured: "It's still too late to turn back, you should lead the Terrans to fight for what is truly worthwhile, instead of coming here to die." ”

"I didn't have a choice. Only if the son of the most powerful god in a hundred years retrieves the blood of the gods, or dies here in battle, the Terrans will abandon this path. ”

Travelers have begun to feel their blood clotting and every inch of their skin weighing down. It's a huge coercion, coming from very close proximity around us. This kind of coercion not only carries a kind of vigorous vitality, but also contains endless destruction and dead silence, this feeling is more like a shackle, binding all things from birth to death, it is order, it is law, it is everything......

In the tiny tent, it was as if a small opening had been made in a certain space, and the whole world was frantically squeezing in, squeezing into the tent, squeezing into the wine glass, squeezing into their own flesh and blood, everything has a will, and now they are fighting for the same body.

The universe was born out of chaos, and then evolved into three kinds of matter with different weights, the light one is the sky, the heavy one is the earth, and the middle one is human, and now the three are broken again, the body becomes extremely heavy, and the consciousness and feeling become extremely light, like the withered grass attached to the mountain rock, which can be dispersed with a blow.

"This is what it feels like to drink the blood of the gods and all things are together, how about it?" The old man asked.

"Thank you for fulfilling me." The traveler couldn't open his lips, he could no longer mobilize every muscle in his body. He could only respond to the old man with divine sense, the "Great Patron Saint of the North"

"Hahaha-yes, you're qualified to be my enemy!"

The old man's wild laughter gradually turned into a roar from the sky, and his thin figure dissipated in the wind and snow, but the dark canopy was suddenly torn by a silver light, and the entire sky dome cracked, and a pair of huge snow eyes peeked in.

The traveler understood, and it turned out that he was still in the tent, as if he were in a Kunlun space the size of a mustard seed.

Accustomed to the surging pressure, the traveler immediately picked up the discarded bull skull cup, and urged the divine power to turn it into two pairs of huge hideous axes, which he held tightly in his hands.

The Ox Skull Cup can hold the blood of the gods, and it must not be a mortal thing.

In the sky, the giant beast was tearing and shattering the curtain of illusion, revealing the true form of the Silver Lion Snowwinged Beast, its gorgeous wings spreading, and the slightest ice crystals and snowflakes poured out wildly from under its wings, which was the source of the blizzard.

Around the traveler, the bonfires have long since disappeared, the endless lake is full of ice and snow, and the wind is also drifting of ice and snow, and it seems that even the sky that covers the earth is frozen and snowy, but when you reach out and touch these snowflake ice crystals like beautiful creations, you find that they are just illusions, all this is just an illusion, an illusion used to hide secrets.

"Kuroto is now!! ——”

The roar is like a divine power descending from the sky, grand and far-reaching, high above, looking down on all beings. The roar stirred, like a storm purifying the entire sky, the illusion disappeared, the wind and snow stopped, and the vast clouds and mist high in the sky also dispersed. But the huge shadow higher up appeared, behind the giant door of clouds and mist, which was slowly pushed open. It was a real door, a door that existed forever.

The hero of creation still maintained the posture of the world, half-kneeling in agony, his body and the battle axe one, the clouds and mist swirling under him, the sky close to the hilt of his axe, and the majestic posture made him form a huge mountain.

The Black Gate, where the blood of the gods is stored, has an altar somewhere in the middle of the mountain, and the altar is engraved with intricate incantations that only those who know the language of the ancestral witch can run it.

"Come, son of the gods, and see if you can put an end to this!" A winged beast slowly descended, raising its head in the face of a lion. The Silver Lion Snowwing Beast, the guardian ancestor who guards the Black Gate, summons the northern god of ice and snow.

The traveler raises the double axe, the final trial has arrived, and the reward for the victor is the whole world.

The Silver Lion Snowwinged Beast slammed forward with a claw, and the ice surface bloomed into a huge crack under the blow, and the cracked ice surface rushed forward like a python, and the ice edge shot out, and the snow dust flew up!

The traveler raised his arms high, and slammed the ice with the blade of his axe, and a huge web of cracks spread, like a wave stirred up by a dragon falling into the sea, destroying and devouring everything it passed!

Finally, the Divine Strike collided with the Divine Strike, and the power collided with the power, and the entire ice surface instantly turned into a cloud of dust with a loud bang.

"Roar! ——" The two figures frantically pounced together, snow and dust splashed, the wind whirled, and after the first confrontation, the two staggered.

The traveler was covered in blood, but every hair of the Silver Lion Snowwing was as hard as metal, unscathed.

"You're strong, but there's no way out."

The Silver Lion Snowwinged Beast raised its head to the sky and roared, and the roar shook down the gravel on the mountain of the Pangu Giant Gate, and even the entire Black Gate was buzzing, resonating with this roar.

Beneath the surface of the lake, there was another terrible sound that echoed this roar, it was the sound of chains shaking!

The first monument was raised, carrying with it the cold and sludge of a thousand years under the glacial lake, and a skeleton that was trembling with iron chains.

Immediately afterwards, all the giant monuments surfaced to form a mysterious array. Countless filthy and rotting skeletons were brought out, and they were trapped in them due to the formation.

"These are God's dependents, but unfortunately they are only skeletons now, because they thought they could steal something from me, but they lost their own lives." The Silver Lion Snowwing folded its wings and landed on the highest stone monument.

The traveler's face turned grim, and he muttered something repeatedly, judging by the crimson spell patterns on the double axes in his hands, it must be some kind of secret method.

But the urging of the secret method also woke up the skeleton slaves of the Black Gate who were locked on the stone tablet of the large array, they were also the sons of the gods, and they had a natural vigilance against the secret method.

The first skeleton broke free from its chains and rushed in the direction of the Traveler, followed by the second, then the third, and more skeletons joined the ranks of the Hunters, merging into a torrent.

The traveler finally completed the secret method, and threw the battle axe, the crimson spell became more and more scorching in the rapid rotation, red as blood, and the moment the first skeleton was slain, it erupted into blinding flames, tightly surrounding the original battle axe, forming a flaming giant axe!

"Fire red, I see. You've been hiding your strength. But that's not enough. "The Silver Lion Snowwing Beast knew this style of combat, and when he was still a young beast following behind Pangu, he had seen how the Flaming Axe destroyed the enemy.

A second battle axe was thrown behind the Traveler, and two flaming axes flew around the Traveler, like the red stars that guarded the Emperor's abode. Those Black Gate slaves couldn't get close at all, and they were reduced to a pile of dry bones in the flying flame dance.

Another loud roar was heard, and the monsters at the bottom of the lake seemed to hear the orders of the Supreme Guardian and gradually weakened their attack.

The traveler had already discovered that Fangcai's offensive was nothing more than a tentative drain on himself. Outside the battle circle, more skeletons gathered, and they also held blades in their hands. This means that they also know how to fight with weapons, and they are more cunning and dangerous.

"Evil Thunder Wing!" The traveler draws a spell on the center of his brow with blood.

A great breath of destruction was summoned, enveloping everyone.

The monster at the bottom of the lake looked at the weapon in his hand, and there was a faint electric light.

At the center of the aura of destruction, the traveler was already bursting with veins, his face was red, and his eyes contained all the destructive power of a far other human.

A huge explosion shook the heavens and the earth, and purple thunder descended, hitting the figure of the traveler. The sadistic electric light tore through the skin, and the blood spurted out, intertwined with the electricity.

On his back, which was blurred by the thunder, the blood and charred flesh were sacrificed to the evil god hidden in the thunder and lightning. They are a mixture of blood and electricity, with the heads of demons, the wings of bats, and the dorsal blades of epiphytic travelers.

Thunder Rakshasa is their name.

The thunder glittered with the tomahawk in the traveler's hand, and he once again raised the tomahawk to shatter the ice, and the thunder spread out in all directions, and the skeletons that were hit were dismantled in a roar of lightning.

Evil gods, the terrifying power they wield is not comparable to that of inanimate skeletons.

Under the impact of tide after tide, the traveler simply slaughtered with an axe, and no skeleton could block the blow of the evil god.

There were more and more skeletons gathered around, but no undead dared to take a step forward.

At this moment, the traveler was seriously injured and could not be exhausted, not to mention the heavy burden on the body caused by the evil arts, and it was difficult to lift even the double axe.

His hole cards had been exhausted, and the Silver Lion Snowwing hadn't even really started to play.

I lost so completely.

"I'll take your sacrifice." The massive figure of the Silver Lion Snowwing Beast swept across the sky, opening its jaws wide, and its powerful suction enveloped the traveler like a hurricane. These evil monsters, which were supposed to sacrifice to the gods, finally met the real gods, and with a miserable cry, they were sucked into their mouths and reduced to food.

Having lost the power of the evil god, the army of skeletons, who had long been desperately hungry for blood, swarmed up, and the feast of the demons began.

"Son of God! Wake up! ”

The traveler awoke to find himself in the tribe's sorcerer's room, covered in treated wounds.

"Who, who's calling me!"

"It's me" the sorcerer appeared in the traveler's field of vision and asked, "What do you see?" ”

"Master!" The traveler recognized the figure in front of him, the same shaman in the tribe who raised him and taught him the art of fighting.

When I was living in the tribe, I was often seriously injured during hunting training, and it was the injuries that my master helped me deal with. I don't remember how many times I've woken up from this familiar bed.

"What happened in the hunt?" Master continued to ask. The pain in the traveler's head exploded, and this pain extended into his own mind, cutting through the marrow. Memories are also a mess.

"I don't remember, I just remember in an old man's wine account, and then ...... Then ......"

"What old man, I'm asking you what you encountered during the hunt and why you were so badly injured."

"I'm ...... What time is it? ”

The traveler looks at their surroundings and a sense of familiarity strikes over them.

"If someone hadn't secretly told me about your injury, I'm afraid you'd have died in the hunt." The traveler felt Master's expression change to self-reproach and worry, and Master continued, "Before the last hunt, I didn't change to tell you the secret of your mother and blood wine. If you encounter such an accident, it seems that you will not be able to stay in the tribe any longer. ”

The traveler always remembered that this was exactly what he remembered before he left the tribe.

As soon as the picture turned, the traveler was already ready to go, and only the master saw him off.

"God, although it is now governed by several major tribes, only the Wizard Shrine has real strength, and the power of the Wizard comes from ......"

"Protoss and Blood Wine"

"That's right, the current Protoss is long different from the Protoss who followed the creation of Pangu at the beginning, they have forgotten why they wanted to create this world, and they have become more and more greedy and brutal under the worship of the human race, and only by stealing the blood of Pangu from their hands can we truly save us humans." Master then looked at the traveler, "Do you know where you're going?" ”

"Black Gate"

"That's right, after leaving the tribe, I kept walking in the direction of the ice and snow, and the colder the place, the closer to the Black Gate. No one knows where the Black Gate is, and you may have to look for it for many years. ”

"I will definitely bring the blood of the gods back to the tribe, this tribe does not need to have children bathed in blood and wine anymore."

Immediately afterward, the traveler found himself in a small tribe, surrounded by men and women of the tribe.

"It's been a long time since we've had a son of the gods here, let alone the hero who helped us drive away the beasts, come, we must not get drunk tonight."

The traveler felt the warmth of the firelight again, some people were singing, some people were dreaming, and the smell of meat filled every corner, which was a feeling of nostalgia.

But suddenly, he saw an old man, who was at the edge of the crowd, quietly looking at him. The old man was of great shape, with a gray beard, and was dressed in thick clothes, which was extremely inappropriate for the naked men and women around him.

The traveler walked up to the old man and asked with some confusion, "Where have I seen you?" ”

"Unexpectedly, you have survived to the present, and you deserve to be the most powerful warrior in a hundred years."

"What do you mean?" The traveler found himself speechless, the surrounding scenery faded in a blur, the firelight was gone, the dinner party was gone, he was chilling, and the young tribesmen and women had turned into cold skeletons, frantically tearing at their own flesh.

"Stop, I'm going to say goodbye to this rare friend in person." At some point, the silver lion snowwing beast reverted to the old man's appearance, and the eating skeleton retreated, leaving only the bloody traveler in the clearing.

"It's a pity that I see your memories, but I can't do anything for you." The old man said, "You Terrans have no choice, so what choice do we Protoss have. After the creation war, we drank the blood of the gods without hesitation, but we found that this was simply a deception of Pangu depriving us of our power. He has already removed the threat of the Ancestral Witch Clan for you humans, but you are still humbly praying for strength to keep us on the wretched throne. It's all a cage that no one can break. I've given you a chance, but you've chosen to kill yourself. ”。

The "......" traveler had long since been unrecognizable, and a faint breath came out of the pool of blood on his head.

The old man had no choice but to use his divine sense to connect with the traveler's divine consciousness and listen to what he wanted to say, but his expression became incredulous and frightened.

As a Protoss, he realized at this time that he had seriously underestimated this person who was about to die.

The butcher's knife slashed down quickly, and a skeleton stood behind the old man, the blade in his hand was stained with the blood of the old man, dripping on the shattered battlefield, the old man's head rolled down on the snow, watching his aging body stiffen and fall crooked in the wind.

"How is it possible, is this ......?" The old man couldn't believe that no skeleton had escaped his grasp, unless more murderous sorcery was in control. Thinking of this, the old man's head gradually grew a snow-white mane, turning into the appearance of a silver lion snowwinged beast, it opened its huge mouth, and the wind and snow poured into its huge mouth, letting out a long roar, with the anger and unwillingness of a dying beast.

The skull's skull shattered in response.

In the shattered skull, a palm-sized evil creature with a demonic head and bat's wings grew into ashes, a thunder rakshasa.

"That's ...... so" The wind and snow stopped, and the noble head of the lion became silent. The traveler in the pool of blood suddenly felt the vitality of life flowing back into his body, but it was accompanied by an incomparably powerful pressure, as if there were thousands of wills vying for his body, and that coercion was very close to him.

At this moment, the traveler feels real despair.

Soon, the skeletons retreated, and the clearing where they retreated was quickly filled with wind and snow, but when you reach out and touch these beautiful creations, you find that they are just phantoms, all of which are just illusions, an illusion to hide secrets.

In the snow, the traveler still sits in the tent, facing the campfire, and his posture is fixed at the moment before drinking the Devil's Bone Wine.

"Black Gate is here! ——”

The roar is like a divine power descending from the sky, grand and far-reaching, high above, looking down on all beings. The roar stirred, like a storm purifying the entire sky, the illusion disappeared, the wind and snow stopped, and the vast clouds and mist high in the sky also dispersed. But the huge shadow higher up appeared, behind the giant door of clouds and mist, which was slowly pushed open.

It was a real door, a door that existed forever.

A door that no mortal can ever cross!

【…… My computer is broken, the archive is lost, and I can only write one now, sorry brothers. 】