[The world in front of me is like a dream, and the silhouette of a human figure covered in a white veil seems to tell something.] 】

[But the whisper was too faint to be distinguished.] 】

[Just as he was about to get closer and listen, a huge suction force dragged everything into the white veil, and the humanoid silhouette hidden in it was not a living creature at all. 】

[It's a universe, a void, and an unknown. 】

[Now I can hear clearly, now I can hear the whispering under the white veil, it is an extremely strange and inexplicable language.] 】

[It seems to be understood, but it can't be understood, countless bizarre knowledge is instilled into the brain, to break the scalp, making people almost crazy. 】

The young man gasped and woke up from his sleep, and jerked himself up, elbowing as if he had hit something.

Turning his head, he saw a lantern toppling to the ground.

There was a half-black candle with a pale blue flame shaking on it.

He saw that the flames were about to burn the crumpled letter next to him, and hurriedly straightened the lantern.

Why do you light up in broad daylight now?

The young man was puzzled, and he blew sharply into the pale blue flames.

The strange thing is that the flame that seems to be about to be extinguished cannot be blown out anyway.

The intricate pattern carvings on the lamp holder make me palpitate more and more when I look at it.

The already confused thoughts became even more chaotic under the influence of the pale blue flames.

The young man didn't want to be in the same room with the lantern, so he hurriedly walked out of the wet tent.

He seems to be having that dream a lot lately.

In that dream, there was some unknown desire to communicate with him.

But his spirit could not bear the message of the other party.

Every time he received a half-sentence that he had intermittently spoken, he would wake up with severe mental pain.

Disgusting, uncomfortable, as if the soul was about to be withdrawn.

However, the information received this time was different from the previous ones.

As if urging him to do something.

But the meaning that can be understood in a dream becomes blurred when you wake up.

"Lord Dugg, you're awake."

Outside the tent, a man who looked like a guard saw the young man come out and hurriedly stepped forward to offer condolences.

At this time, the memories of youth are still somewhat confusing.

He remembered that his name seemed to be Dewey.

But the guards standing in front of him called him Duge.

If you look closely, he still knows this person, it is his father's personal guard, named Howard.

But why do you protect yourself now?

And why are you here?

Wait, I don't seem to be called Du Wei, but Du Ge Victor.

Du Wei's mind was a little confused, and he looked around to see what was going on around him.

They were in the valley at this moment.

In addition to the guards who had just come up to talk, there were more than ten people patrolling around, and these people were all my father's personal guards.

Du Wei vaguely recalled some things.

In a town enveloped in the flames of despair, his father gave himself what he had inherited.

After that, he returned to the battlefield with his subordinates.

Go to the outer city where the monsters are raging alone to buy time for the people who are evacuating.

At this point, the memory was interrupted, and the pain in my neck after thinking about it again was dull.

Du Wei rubbed the back of his swollen neck and looked at the guards beside him,

"Howard, why are we here, and what happened to my father?"

Howard glanced at the red and swollen back of Dewey's neck and swallowed.

The situation was urgent.

Dewey's father told him to take Dewey into the Shadow Forest and hide in this hidden valley.

But Du Wei resisted vigorously.

I want to go out of the city with my father to face the monsters.

Howard had no choice but to knock Du Wei unconscious with a knife.

Then he carried it over, looking at the current situation, the young master should have lost his memory.

Howard, who has a strong desire to survive, knows it.

At this time, I have to tell some white lies to the young master:

"At that time, the situation was urgent, the lord asked us to take you to evacuate here first, the city was on fire and thick smoke billowed out, you may have been choked, we saw that you were unconscious, so we carried you over."

Du Wei looked at Howard suspiciously.

I'm not sure if there is any truth in his words.

If you do choke on it, it's carbon monoxide poisoning.

I should be red-faced, not with a pain in the back of my neck like I am now.

Wait, what is carbon monoxide.

Why do you know this?

Du Wei tried to clear his mind again and recall the past.

The parents in my memory are both strange and familiar.

Strangeness is for Dewey, and familiarity is for Duge.

What's wrong with myself, why do I feel that there are two identities in this shell, is it a split personality?

Split personality?

What is a split personality?

Du Wei's scalp was numb, and the more he thought about it, the more dizzy he became.

Howard looked at the young master with eager eyes, scratching his ears and cheeks anxiously, as if trying to recall something.

It reminded him of how he had fainted, and Howard hurriedly stepped forward to interrupt.

"Young master, have you read the letter that the master left for you?"

Before leaving, the old man specially instructed Howard that he must remind the young master to read all the letters.

Du Wei's thoughts were perfectly interrupted, and he looked at Howard with a blank expression.

Howard took advantage of the victory and continued:

"It's the letter that the master handed you before leaving, the content on it is very important, you must read it."

Du Wei scratched his head, and suddenly remembered that there was indeed a crumpled letter in the tent, which had almost been lit by a lantern just now.

He turned back into the tent and felt like he had kicked something off the ground.

Du Wei looked around, and in addition to the lantern and letters, there was a pile of miscellaneous items that he carried with him.

After confirming that he hadn't kicked the lantern down again this time, Du Wei picked up the letter and checked:

"My beloved son in this life,

The ancient God has not forsaken us, and your birth is the perfect proof.

I'm sure you've been bothered by why you were born to know it.

This is a gift from the true God.

Let you keep the memories of your previous life and come to this world to guide humanity to prosperity and defeat Warcraft.

That lantern is a holy thing that the true God has given to our people.

Light the candle on it, and the flame of hope will lead us to the light.

and give you authority over the world. ”

My father's handwriting was very large, and in just two or three sentences it filled a page, arranged crookedly on the papyrus.

Have innate knowledge?

What the hell, this letter can't be for the wrong son.

It was handed over to himself by mistake, but in fact, the father wanted to give it to his other sons.

Du Wei thought as he looked at the used matches on the ground.

I guess I lit the lantern when I saw this before, but I don't know why I fell into a coma.

Flip to the second page:

"Remember, though, that the moment a flame is ignited, it generates a lot of power.

It has a strong impact on the spirits of the igniter, so please prepare first.

Once the flame is ignited, it cannot be extinguished.

Otherwise, the true God will punish the ignorant guardians of the torch.

Only the wildest or strongest emotional consciousness can be used as nourishment for the flame to keep it burning. ”

Reading this, Du Wei wanted to curse a little.

What's wrong with my father?

If the lung capacity is not enough, even if you are panting when you speak, what if you can still gasp for breath when you write a letter?

What's up?

I'm afraid that my hands will tremble and I will hold my breath when I write.

It was out of context at such a critical point.

There is also why I was in such a hurry to light the candle that I didn't even bother to turn one more page back.

Now the candle is going to burn to the root of the tail.

The time before he received God's punishment was already countdown.

It says, 'Only the craziest or strongest emotional consciousness can be used as nourishment.'

Is it crazy or a strong sense of emotion that I'm going to be mad now?

Du Wei vaguely recalled something.

I originally wanted to share the weal and sorrow with my father.

But Howard had to drag himself away, and he was cut unconscious with a knife if he didn't comply.

The most annoying thing is that this thing neglects to exercise on weekdays.

A knife in one hand has not stuned himself.

So it took several more strokes, and the cut was dizzy and dizzy.

Now that I'm awake, I feel the back of my neck is swollen unbearably.

If this is left on the dog, the dog can't do it.

And Howard not only did it, but also concealed the facts and lied to himself.

That's why I wanted to quickly gain the authority to be invincible in the world, so I lit the black candle without looking down.

But the problem is that there is no authority in sight.

I also have intermittent insanity, one moment I feel that my name is Duge, and the other time I feel that my name is Duwey.

Du Wei knew in his heart that now was not the time to deal with Howard, and the most important task was to figure out how to use the lantern.

Flip to page three:

"By the way, the massive amount of power released by the candle will eventually coalesce into an entity.

It is the closest family to the true God, and you need to be approved by it to control the invincible power of the world.

If you don't get its approval, it's likely to backfire you.

So please be prepared and make sure that you are not recognized.

If you also have the ability to subdue that clan, you can light the candle.

My father who loves you the most, Sanna Victorius. ”

Du Wei slowly raised his head, and he felt a chill down his spine.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a pair of dark blue vertical pupils quietly approaching him from behind him.

By the dim light of the candle, he couldn't see what lurked beneath the faint blue pupils.

There was only a dark shadow.

The cold, biting air pounded against the lobes of his lungs like icicles.

Du Wei had to hold his breath to prepare for the impending surprise attack.

Just before the opponent was ready to attack.

Du Wei made a move first.

He turned his head sharply to see that the dagger in his hand was still unsheathed.

I saw a bloody mouth rushing towards him, and sharp claws grabbed his shoulders one by one.

"Gan!" Du Wei scolded briefly and forcefully.

PS: When you read this message, Feifei was celebrating his eighteenth birthday, and he didn't have any extravagant expectations, just hoping to get a few referral tickets as gifts.