"There, I am no longer a god, no noble status, no fine clothes, no love and hatred, only naked desire—the desire to survive. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In the far north, there are nearly eight months of continuous darkness every year. Every time I go out on patrol, it's in the night. In the bitter cold wind, in the hard snow, no one spoke, and all the hunters were silent. When a man is thirsty, he will pour two sips of strong wine, and when he is hungry, he will bite the hard frozen jerky. And I was only used to chewing on the ice on the ground, and I had to be sober to know that I was alive and not drugged with alcohol.

All hunters must be on the lookout for necrons that emerge from the Land of the Dead, but every time they go out on a patrol, they inevitably get injured or killed. The wounded are frozen and sent back to camp to be handed over to the Stormwind Legion - they can prevent the wounded from turning into necrons, and if they die - they are chopped into pieces - this is the wish of every Ranger and part of the Ranger's Oath.

I didn't resent it, because it made me feel alive, and I spent three years of my life in the dark, going from a nowhere soldier who didn't know anything to the captain of the third team of the safari. I thought I'd live like this forever -

Until one day, the thick darkness of the Land of the Dead suddenly began to spread wildly, and countless undead began to be carried into charging at the Storm Legion and the Ranger camp, and the dead spirits were all over the mountains, and they had no fear or mercy, but simply destroyed everything. We had to retreat after a hard fight, and there was barely a glimmer of light in the sky.

The team I led was in charge of the rear of the palace, and fought and retreated. However, while passing through a valley of snow and ice, a terrible avalanche suddenly blew and a terrible avalanche occurred, and large chunks of hard ice and snow fell from the sky. The entire team of hunters was scattered and buried by the raging snow and ice, and my companions, who had lived and died with me for three years, disappeared without a trace, and I can still remember their appearance, thirty-six rangers...... A companion who was once entrusted with life and death...... Every face is so clear......

I don't know how long I've been buried in the snow and ice, and when I woke up, I couldn't see anything but the cold that enveloped me. If it weren't for the natural bloodline that woke me up, I believe I would have slept under the ice and snow. I struggled to climb out of the snow again, and the valley was pitch black, and the necromancers, the rangers, and the Storm Legion were gone. Hunger, exhaustion, loneliness, and sorrow haunt me, and I must travel alone through the dark places and return to the camp.

As I was walking south, a cold hand bone suddenly appeared out of the snow and snow, grabbed my ankle and dragged me into the snow again. Its fingers clasped me tightly like iron hoops, and I lost my footing, and I fell straight into the ice and snow again. I slashed wildly at the bone with my dagger until I had chopped it into ice slag. However, as I examined my injuries, I was saddened to find that there had been a terrible bloody wound on my ankle, and the blood had turned an evil silver-gray - I knew that I had once again been abandoned by fate......

At that point, I had the option of struggling back to camp to find the help of the Stormwind Legion. I believe that with my strength, I will be able to make it to the moment I return to camp, and with the help of the Storm Legion, I can stop the deterioration of my injuries. But I didn't, the reason why I came to the place of death was to stand up straight and live unscrupulously.

The Stormwind Legion belonged to the Frozen Family, and the Mistress of the Frozen House was the person I hated the most, the wife of the youngest consul of the God-given Republic, the noblest woman of the Protoss—and so I continued to walk into the depths of darkness. I have heard that under the eternal night of the Land of the Dead, there is a mysterious entrance from which the Protoss can become immortal spirits and gain extraordinary powers. I was not reconciled, I was not reconciled to be mocked by fate all the time, I decided to take control of my own destiny.

I wanted to gain supernatural power, and I reneged on my Ranger vow—and eventually, I stood between light and darkness, and saw the endless gray clouds that kept burrowing into my body, bewitching my mind and corrupting my body. At that moment, I suddenly just wanted to escape, because I wanted to change my fate, not be changed by it.

With the tenacious spiritual talent of the Enchanting Protoss, I struggled out of the gray clouds. However, the damage was irreversible, and I became a ...... Half-undead ...... This is a secret that only a very few people know.

For countless years, I have been balancing the forces of light and darkness in my body and have not fallen into the undead, but I have also lost my rights as a normal woman......"

Loss's narrative eventually fades into a bland one, as if she were narrating the final ending as a spectator. But everyone knows what this harrowing ending means...... She lost the right of a woman to pursue happiness, she had to endure the pain of two alien forces tearing apart in her body day and night, and all her life, she hovered between life and death, and she never gave up the fight against fate......

Hulan Jin was silent, if it weren't for the unimaginable persistence and tenacity, as well as a stubbornness that would never regret it, the other party was afraid that he would have disappeared between heaven and earth, how could there be one more legendary woman in this world who was respected, feared, and hated! Now, she is one of the most powerful women in the mainland, and she is also the only supreme person in the world who can force Yue Wuying into a desperate situation, however, are these really what she is pursuing?

In fact, Hu Lanjin herself is not the same, for the undying hatred in her heart, she walks in the dark world with bloody hands. For revenge, she volunteered to become a beauty under the moon, and she was also a deformed being, the happiness that a woman should have—equally unattainable for her. Even if she shakes the huge human empire, even if she destroys the invincible existence in the world, what can she do, is this really what she is pursuing? She just wants to go back to the calm and happy tribe ten years ago, and finish this life with the boy she likes...... Just as they once oathed in ignorance......

In the silence of the room, there is a strange atmosphere, which is sad......

Gradually Loth woke up from his memories. She didn't know why she suddenly said this, maybe because the girl behind her would eventually be as fleeting as a beauty under the moon, maybe because she saw a trace of herself in this girl's body, maybe they were just sympathetic to each other......

Luo Si didn't say anything more, and her figure disappeared in the doorway, but the palpitating melancholy and stubbornness still lingered here, lingering-

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ps: The stubborn author Jun is still persisting in the dismal results. The road is blue, moving forward with difficulty, asking for votes, rewards, and evaluations (to be continued.) )