Wheezing, he couldn't tell whether the moisture coming out of his mouth was snow or blood.

Exhausted, the beating of the heart is like a drum roaring, but he still has to fight with a sword, the steel armor has long been tattered, the blood stains the white veil, but the person refuses to fall down with a strong breath.

This time it's the enemy, unlike any before. Rising from the grave, breaking out of the flesh, killing and slashing endlessly, the broken head will be revived and stood up in the next moment. I never thought that the bones of the barren mound that I had trampled on in the wilderness would become so terrible after being endowed with bloodthirsty thirst, it was simply ...... It is the natural enemy of all living beings.

Even those scary green guys will have a headache for a long time in the face of such an enemy. The white-haired old warrior shook such a thought, barely held his sword up, and held on tiredly, for some reason, his life flashed through his mind in a trance.

It's time to do less, just because he longs to get rid of the desperate future of his father's farming life, he participated in the selection of the Wang [***] team with enthusiasm.

At the age of twenty, the enemy is the spirit and alien race that is all over the forest, those weak gnolls and kobolds, who do not have enough intelligence, but have the reproduction power that humans are also amazed by, and often a winter's cultivation will cause several times of growth. Those monsters traveled between trade routes, robbed, murdered, and even cannibalized, and although they were considered dirty and hateful at the time, they are really weak and vulnerable now.

At the age of twenty-five, he was selected into the "First Legion" for his exploits in destroying the elve's lair, and was awarded Lordaeron's most orthodox military swordsmanship, and his enemies became his own kind - bandits, members of various evil organizations intent on subverting the kingdom, including privately formed armies, casters of arcane magic, and even ...... Some fallen pastors are among them.

Time flies, and time flies. After countless near-death experiences, his swordsmanship and martial arts skills were thousands of miles, and he successfully passed the assessment, was promoted again, and became a squad leader with fifteen soldiers, and met ...... She was promoted to become famous, married a wife and had children, for the son of a farmer born in the countryside, the most brilliant son of his life is nothing more than that.

I thought that I would face the most powerful opponent in my life until ...... The arrival of that nightmare.

Murky, thick green, stenched green monsters roared out of nowhere, and swords pierced into their stout bodies like stabbing into tough, air-dried cowhides; Without armor or blades, they wield fists the size of a casserole to smash people's hearts and lungs to the ground, tirelessly, fearless of life and death, following a blood-red kind, fighting and invading the world.

People call this war the "Second War", and it may be ridiculous to compare these green-skinned monsters to the world-destroying Burning Legion, but what happened back then is not laughable.

Located in the south of Azeroth, the "First Kingdom", the most powerful human being, has fallen, and the land is thousands of miles away, and the blood is close to ink. Even the elven kingdom of Quel'Salas, which was far away on the mainland, was also sacked.

Even several provinces south of Lordaeron have suffered the same fate. And the "First Legion" to which he is located is struggling on the verge of life and death, often sacrificing more than two elite warriors to seriously injure an orc. Even in my dreams, it was green, and recalling the hardships of that night and night was simply the torture of hell.

I vaguely remember the bard's singing that "the people are in misery, and heroes are born in time." I don't know if this sentence is true or false, but when I really couldn't hold on, that person really appeared.

Named "Lothar", he was called a hero, and he still remembers the figure of the knight who was bloodied but heroically rushed towards the enemy. All the armies gathered from all directions, united as one, and finally converged under his banner, following in his footsteps, the Jedi counterattack, and the Alliance warriors who counterattacked step by step drove the green-skinned orcs. After chasing from Lordaeron in the north of the continent to the ruins of the First Kingdom in the south, crossing most of the human realm, he finally hit a red-skinned orc leader named "Hammer of Destruction" at the cost of that hero's life, thus conquering the last fortress of these monsters, the "Blackstone Tower".

The rest of the things, I was in a coma because of my injuries, but I didn't know, I only knew that after the victory of that war, there was not one companion in the Second World War who survived. Tombstones and bones littered Azeroth and Lordaeron, their owns and their enemies...... The victor mourns his life, and the loser dies nameless.

When the memories ended, blood splattered.

"Shhh

With this crackling sound, the aging warrior suddenly woke up and looked up, only to find that the form had reached the extreme. In front of him was a vast snow-white, and endless skeletons slowly pushed up, enveloping themselves, and the surrounding robes were already lying on the ground and standing still.

He subconsciously flicked his backhand, and the sword light swept obliquely like lightning, smashing the skeleton soldier who had slashed his shoulder in an instant. It's just that at the same time, the warrior's body couldn't help shaking, only to feel that the field of vision was sometimes hazy and sometimes clear, the sky and the earth were covered with a light layer of blood red, and there seemed to be countless strange shadows shaking, there were skeletons, there were jackals, there were orcs and ...... Myself.

"People are old...... he sighed to himself, and with all his might, he swung the long sword back sharply, and a "whirlwind slash" split the surrounding white bones to pieces. However, this imitation ability did not have anger to protect his body after all, and he himself was stabbed with seven or eight bloody wounds at the same time, and unfortunately, one of them was ...... Centered on the heart of the right lower armpit.

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

The childish figure running towards him, in the blink of an eye, the familiar person grew up little by little, and turned into the kneeling posture of wearing a wedding dress and begging for permission for his sweetheart's relationship, and finally burned into his heart, but when he went away alone with desperate tears, there was a narrow shadow dragging on the ground.

"Back to my hometown...... Meet her. "This veteran who crawled out of the pile of dead people, at the last moment of his life, was such a humble longing.

The body fell in a pool of blood, but the soul fluttered upward, attracting and pulling according to the source of a rare light, as if it was the gate of heaven preached by the priest of the Holy Light Church, looking down, countless identical phantoms were like thousands of meteors, turning into dots of light and shadow into it.

The soul of the old man who should have entered it froze slightly, and a distant and faint voice sounded in his ears.

"Want revenge on the undead who killed you...... Want to see your loved ones back home for the last time? The former made him indifferent, but the latter sentence made his ghost turn his head and look at the source of the sound.

It was the direction that belonged to the undead forces of the natural calamity before his death, mixed with a group of black-robed cultists, the figure of a thin teenager.

People from other worlds...... Psychic...... Possessed...... Promise...... Trade......

But with some mysterious power, two souls from different worlds have a slight tone, and the memories from the heart collide, so that the two sides flash a thousand broken pictures in an instant, and understand each other's essence and needs.

So, a moment later, as the meteor that could not be seen by the naked eye turned into light and fell into the boy's body. A reincarnation adventurer from another world, he inherits the legacy of a warrior he didn't know.

It is a "will" in the true sense, a magnificent experience in a lifetime, a hard-working swordsmanship and martial arts, unforgettable love and hatred to death, and an entrustment to "see my daughter".

This memory is too deep and too complicated, even if there are professional psychic methods to extract and classify, and all the useless and complicated trivialities in it are erased, but the remaining small half of the essence still makes the body of the teenager who is involved in psychic for the first time shake, has a headache, and almost falls.

What's even more troublesome is that a certain cursed cultist on the side happened to look sideways, and subconsciously wanted to come over to investigate the situation, but Leng Buding saw a pair of scarlet eyes like blood.

"Ahh

He only had time to scream, but the killing intent from the deceased was condensed into substance, with the abhorrence of natural disasters condensed into the innocent person's body, and the color of his blood was almost an illusion, making his brain blank, and his limbs were like being pinched by a huge palm that was formless and substantial, and the whole person was oppressed by this eye and could not move.

"Ho Ho ......"

And where the cursed cultist couldn't see, in a corner covered by goose feathers and heavy snow, Rorschach let out a low, beastly gasp, his arms were already twisted and twisted, and his palm was pressed against the short blade of his waist, almost the next moment he was about to draw his sword and slash. But the next moment, suddenly a white hand gently touched his shoulder, and the unfamiliar contact made him suddenly startled, and then he came to his senses.

Rorschach turned his head, just in time to see a cold face half-hidden by a thin veil. But it was the tall and slender mysterious woman, "Farina", who was looking at her with a pair of blue eyes with concern, leaning over and asking in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?" I mean...... Your eyes? ”

This understatement question has actually been holding back in her heart for a morning. Because he had only been seen for a short night, this undercover agent from Lordaeron had changed his dress, in addition to the hooded robe and veil of the Cursed Sect, his eyes were for some reason covered with a thick and closed black belt like a blind man, and with the cloak that was tightly covered around his body, the whole person looked like a mummy that had just been unearthed and covered with strips of cloth, and I really didn't know how he could discern the direction, and he came all the way to the battlefield.

The most important thing is that this sudden change can't help but remind her of the red pillar of light that tore through the clouds last night. As far as she knew...... According to the speculation of the senior mages within the Scourge, one of the seven most likely origin points of the "blazing light" with amazing lethality but no arcane fluctuations was the hut where the young man lived in front of him.

Of course, she didn't think that an ordinary person without the slightest magical cultivation could unleash an arcane impact comparable to the full force of Master Kenrito, even if he had a magic item. In Azeroth's worldview, the more powerful the prop, the higher the requirements for the user's own quality, even if it is an artifact with its own eternal energy, although there is no need to extract the user's power when released, but the endless torrent of energy when used, without the guidance of a strong will, the difficulty is equivalent to letting people stand alone on a small raft built by Robinson, and then use a bamboo chopsticks to stir the violent currents of the Indian Ocean during the summer tropical storm, regardless of the effect, the user is definitely the result of the first ship destruction and death.

And in this world, the savior "Orc Prophet 'Thrall'" in the follow-up work of the same series "Burning Earth" in this world is a typical example, he was originally the most powerful shaman in all of Azeroth, and his soul traveled through the four elemental planes in the event of "Twilightfall", and experienced the tearing and reorganization of "wind, soil, water and fire" to become a hundred times tougher, and all kinds of protagonists' halos were blessed on his body, and he could only control the power of the "dragon's soul" with the assistance of the four dragon kings, thus successfully ending the dragon of destruction" Fallen Deathwing".

What Falina was worried about was whether there was a skilled mage lurking behind Rorschach. A knowledgeable and intelligent spellcaster may not be as strong as a battlefield paladin like Arthas, but his flexible surname is more than a hundred times higher, and once teleportation, invisibility, charm, and illusion are skillfully used, they will be far more terrifying than any master spy or scout agent combined.

Rorschach didn't think about it so much, just turned his head and replied lightly: "Eyes...... I don't know what's going on, it's probably a side effect of using spells to overdraft life force for a few days in a row, in short, when I wake up, I can't see anything, and it hurts badly when I see the light...... It seems that you need more help in the next thing. ”

Farina was stunned when she heard this, her eyes flickered, and she looked straight at the black belt that covered her eyes, and saw that Rorschach did not react, and only replied in a half-loud voice: "Since we have become allies...... Of course I will do my best."

She frowned, and then said tentatively, "In that case, how about I arrange for two reliable men to protect you temporarily?" You should need someone to take care of you now, right? ”

To her surprise, Rorschach seemed to be really disillusioned by the sudden blindness, and simply nodded his head and stopped reacting. Falina had no choice but to summon two of the Cursed Cultists' subordinates, give them an order, and then turn her head to see that Rorschach was like a stake, just a person standing motionless under the heavy snow, and finally lost her patience, made an excuse and left.

As the woman's figure disappeared into the snow, Rorschach's hidden face revealed a mocking expression.

Naturally, his eyes were not blind, but they were not much better.

The root of the problem is still the bronze card of "mutant genetic mutation". It's not that Rorschach's bad luck has gone wrong in the process of strengthening, on the contrary, his luck couldn't be better, although he didn't have the top-level universal ability of "Professor X", the leader of good and evil mutants, and the magnetic power of "Magneto", but it was only slightly inferior; In a sense, the "self-healing factor" of the movie protagonist "Wolverine" is more powerful in head-on combat.

The source of the mutant power he triggered is the bleak performance in the "X-Men" movie, where the limelight was stolen by Wolverine, but he became the glamorous protagonist of the same series of comics - "Cyclops". Its unique ability, called "Optical Violence", is to shoot a striking red ray of light directly from the eye, attacking the enemy with a point of penetration, which is enough to pierce through the reinforced concrete military wall in a single stroke. And his power is different from other X-Men's life force consumption, the real source is the sun's light, and the body is just a transit medium, which triggers the ability through the synthesis of the eyes, that is, as long as he can open his eyes, even if he is in a delirious sleep state, the crimson light source will still be freely triggered, and before blinking because of exhaustion, the length of the light is endless, 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 on himself that Cyclops cannot master his own superpowers as he likes like others, and he cannot even switch on and off freely, so he can only wear special red stone goggles. The other end of the glasses is connected to the lobe layer of the brain, and the size of each opening and output power needs to be adjusted by a button connected to the palm of the hand, so often once the glasses are taken away, unless you want to open your eyes to kill people, you can only close your eyes and let others beat you.

(The author knows that there is another explanation for the source of the ability of the laser eye, that is, to communicate with the otherworldly space of non-Einstein (non-mainstream physics), so as to summon otherworldly particles through the eye, forming a beam particle impact that takes into account both optical and kinetic energy.) But the source in the article is from the original version of the setting, which I personally think is more reasonable, and it is not made up by the author. ）

Unfortunately, there is no such thing as the main god light ball in the infinite space, and the sources of various abilities come directly from the major mission worlds, which will neither abandon defects nor weaken mutations. In other words, the enhanced nature of the adventurer will inherit the advantages and disadvantages in all aspects, the vampire must be afraid of the sun, and Superman will inevitably be restrained by Kryptonite. And the mutant ability that Rorschach has obtained now must have the shortcomings of being difficult to control, so when he opened it for the first time after the reinforcement, he knew that it was not good, but even if he was extremely resistant in his heart, it was difficult to avoid the light penetrating, and before he reacted and closed his eyes, it had already caused chaos throughout the night.

Fortunately, in the process of initiating this mutant power, the initial light is intangible and substantial, and it needs the red spectrum of nature to turn into a real lethality, so as long as the user closes his eyes, he does not have to worry about the tragedy of the light shining through his eyes. However, a person who has been accustomed to more than ten years of normal life, it is impossible to suppress the instinct to blink and open his eyes at all times for a while, although Rorschach can't find red quartz glasses that absorb red for a while, but black also has the special surname of light absorption filter, so he had to find a black curtain to cover his eyes, so that his eyes can not touch red, and then temporarily settled.

It's just that in this way, Rorschach's eyesight is also useless, and the difficulty of escaping from the catastrophic ghost town in a blind state is tantamount to ascending to the sky, and he thinks about it and finally finds another way.

In his hand is another black iron-level ability card "Psychic" that he has discarded.

Although the power conferred by this card is not strong, it has another unique mystery, even in the initial stage, it can communicate with the spirits that roam in nature, make a contract, and thus obtain the "holding spirit". Because of the intimate connection between the psychic and the spirit holder that originates from the unity of the soul, the psychic can share all the senses and inner troubles of the "spirit holder" even in ordinary times when the spirit is not combined.

The so-called "all senses" naturally include vision, although the vision of the undead is not as colorful as that of a living person, and it is gray before entering the eye, but it is still much stronger than that of a blind person. And the ghost's words...... In addition to the whole miserable hospital, where is there more than the battlefield of life and death? So Rorschach finally groped his way to the battlefield, and waited silently from early in the morning, just to find the soul of a veteran who was willing to make a contract.

"But...... This attitude of holding the spirit is different from what I imagined. ”

Bathed in the heavy snow, Rorschach, who used psychic ability for the first time, vaguely felt that in the depths of his body, there was a cold and spiritual breath flowing, which was different from the internal force of martial arts that circulated in the meridians and lungs, but a deeper layer, the mysterious junction between metaphysical ** and spirit. He could even touch the transparent old figure that had been hidden in the depths of his soul, and he instinctively understood that he could unite with it at any time and exert the true power of the psychic called "Possession", but the more he did, the more confused he became.

Because, in his perception, the soul of the warrior in his body is unconscious, like a wooden puppet, even if it still retains the memories and instincts of a lifetime, but the "heart" that contains seven emotions and six desires in it is long gone.

The "psychic" system he obtained originated from the once popular comic "Psychic King". In the worldview of this comic, there is a group of "psychic" who have been passed down since ancient times, and the so-called psychic is actually a person who can communicate with the elves of mythology, the immortal heroic spirits of great men in history, and even ethereal gods, and they can recreate the miracles of the past with the help of the wisdom and power of the soul. It's just that these people with incredible superpowers are powerful, but they have the defect of not being able to feed themselves, and the only way to solve it is to obtain the power of the "Elf King" that will only be short-lived every five hundred years, so as to sublimate into a "psychic king" who is no different from a "god" with a thought, and the main line of the whole story is actually a series of thrilling battles and adventures launched by the protagonist Asakura Ye in order to become a psychic king.

Just like the vast number of students in the Celestial Empire who like to enrich their extracurricular lives, Rorschach has also flipped through that rather interesting work in his spare time, but it is precisely because of this that he can easily feel the difference between himself and those protagonists, or rather, the difference in holding spirits.

In the story of the original work, the protagonist Asakura Leaf's first holding spirit "Amitabha Maru" - a thousand people from the Warring States Period known as the "Murderer Ghost", after three hundred years of wind and rain, from the body of an epiphysis in Asakura Leaf, it showed that exquisite and powerful martial arts, even when Ping said as a soul state, it also retains the memory of the past, and even the arrogance of the samurai has been inherited, and the emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness in the regular are no different from ordinary people.

And when he changed to Rorschach, except for the first time just now, when he was overwhelmed by the majestic memory, he didn't feel any other effects, as if all that existed in his body was a shell, and the inner spirit of emotions had long since dissipated.

"I remember...... Amitabha Pill once left a name in the history of his own plane, and later he almost became a 'Buddha' because of his obsession, is it because of the gap between the essence of historical heroes and mortal spirits? Rorschach just thought about it and didn't dwell on the issue. In fact, he thinks that this is also a good thing, after all, he is not the protagonist who likes to swagger into the market with "old man", although the surname is open-minded, but he really can't stand that when he eats, baths and sleeps, any ** will be peeped by an old ghost sleeplessly.

And...... There's more to come.

Rorschach raised his head slightly, skimmed over the heavy snow that scattered in the sky, and looked at the graceful figure in the distance, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

This sudden snowstorm became more and more intense, forcing the human side to withdraw its troops in advance, and the undead naturally did not pursue it. However, as the endless crowd receded, no one noticed that a small and agile shadow flew out of a cuff, and then quietly burrowed into the ground, arching a shallow thin line along the route under the soil layer, and the ground followed the army quickly.

The battle in the white sky has ended, and the conspiracy under the night has just begun.