How does the evil in man's heart come about?

Some people say that people are originally good and bad, there is no good and no evil, and he who teaches him good may be good, and he who teaches him evil is basically evil. But there are also people who say that people are born evil, but good makes him abandon evil, and vice versa.

I don't know if I was born evil or not, but I remember all the cruel things I did when I was a child, and I was talking about treating certain insects and small animals, such as mice. I didn't know at the time that it was cruel.

Unknowingly, he did this so-called "cruel" thing...... Is it evil?

I guess that's right.

I grabbed the rat's tail and threw it to the ground, repeatedly until its body was broken, and I didn't feel cruel when its internal organs flowed out. I didn't feel that was wrong when I twisted the dragonfly's head off to play. I didn't find it cruel when I burned the ants.

Yes...... Yes, I didn't feel anything at the time, but I remembered clearly what it was like to screw my head off, what it was like to break all my internal organs, what it was like to die after struggling with those gadgets after being burned, and what it was like to die after struggling for a while.

And then I kept seeing the dead.

The head was broken and the brain was scattered all over the ground, the arms and legs were bent at a strange angle, the disembowelment and belly were all over the place, the head was separated from the body, and even the head was missing. I still remember the expressions on their faces when they died.

What else?

Yes...... Yes, and the women's bodies. Especially the white thighs of those girls in their early twenties, the delicate and lustrous seduction against the hazy background of the socks. When I was young and ignorant and thought that erection was a fun thing, maybe that kind of child left an impression on my mind.

Later, when I saw the glamorous, flamboyant, breasts and buttocks eager to show all the women to passers-by, they were dressed so fashionably, so revealing, so sexy, so good-looking, a kind of impression was imprinted in my mind, although I didn't know what sex was at the time, what sex was.

Is this evil?

Yes...... yes, I've seen people kiss each other.

Behold, they kissed each other! Why did the two of them hug each other so hard! Yes! Behold, how is the woman's face like this?

When there is a little girl in the little friend, push her to the ground and encourage everyone to kiss her on the mouth! I see adults kissing like this! Kiss her on the mouth! Ah, she's still resisting, and I see those women resisting...... Such.

This...... Is it evil?

Suddenly, I remembered that. The bloody and affectionate things that had been left behind just now reappeared in my mind.

Those white thighs and breasts, those twists and moans of humm-hmm, those various mating organs, the bloody stinging ...... Bodies and organs rushed over at once.

Suddenly, I felt a dull pain in my right eye socket, and then I pulled from the eye socket to the side of my head to the back of my head. I quickly closed my eyes, frowned and gritted my teeth for a while.

Suddenly, I found a problem, that is, I used to be ...... for a long, long time I had forgotten all the cruelty and blood, the eroticism and the sensuality, and I didn't even have any thoughts at all, but now I remembered it all at once.

All kinds of images and plots were churning in my head, I closed my eyes and tried to shake off these thoughts but it didn't work, the headache didn't stop me to think about the stuff at all, and the excitement became more and more intense.

it! Dry! hard! Dry wear! Kill him! Chop off his head, gouge out his eyes and marbles! Rip it out...... Pull......

I smashed my fist on my head, but to no avail. A familiar, distorted, aggrieved, irritable feeling in my heart bounced me off the ground at once. I pulled out the hammer from my waist and swung it at the side, nothing, nothing until it was completely empty.

I'm not going to smash my horse, but I'd love to smash or smash something right now! Something alive, or something that can burst!

Finally I drove my hammer into the trunk.

A roar erupted from my chest, and I ...... I should have fainted.

When I opened my eyes again, it was still dark, but the darkness made me dazed.

I remember I lit a fire.

My fingers touched the leaves and dirt on the ground, I wasn't caught, I should still be in the wild. Twisted his face and looked at the sky, there was no moon, no stars, the sky was ...... It's so dark!

I remember that I had arrived on the land of Siyveld.

Getting up from the ground, I touched my body, and nothing seemed to be missing. When I heard the sound of the horses, I was sure that I was not dreaming now. My body was heavy, and I lay on the ground and I didn't want to move, until the horse neighed, and the uneasy neighing made me feel that something was wrong.

Reaching out and grabbing the weapon at his waist, he hurriedly touched the right one and pulled out another hammer. Looking at the place where the horses were making noises, I got up from the ground and rushed up.

The roar of the beast came from the direction of the horse, and the horse struggled wildly, and there was only one thought in my mind, that nothing should happen to the horse.

I don't know what it was, but the roar told me it was really big. Vaguely I saw the figure, the horse was stumbling desperately, and when I pounced on it, it almost kicked me.

Without the slightest hesitation, he raised the war hammer and smashed it down on the body, the hammer smashed through its body, the soft and hard touch made me feel happy, but the reaction of the other side made me immediately feel that something was wrong, this creature is not simple!

Pulling out the hammer and slamming it down again, the hammer pierced its body again, and finally it turned its head and slammed it at me. The thick arm hit me directly on my right flank, and I flew out.

It's not human! It should be a bear!

The thing roared and lunged at me, a great sense of oppression coming at me. When my left hand touched a tree, I ducked back, only to hear a "bang", and the sound of scratching the bark surprised me.

At this point, I was fighting by feeling, and the black shadow that almost blended in with the surroundings was huge, and the first thing I could do was dodge, and then dodge, but the act of going around the tree couldn't be delayed for a few seconds.

I have to make the most accurate judgment in the shortest possible time and find an opportunity to counterattack, and then launch a counterattack immediately, but whether I can kill it directly at this moment is ...... It's hard to say.

It pounced, and as I ducked behind the tree, I heard a stabbing sound, the claw cracking at the tree. I couldn't afford to miss it, so I raised my hammer. It grabbed it at this time and didn't catch its body should be leaning forward, that is, its right paw is pressed on the ground at this time, and it takes time from pressing on the ground to lifting up to grab me, and its left paw has no chance to grab me, and its head is ...... There is no defense!

With a loud scream, the hammer in his hand slammed down almost to its head.

The sound of bones shattering is the most pleasant sound at this time. The skull feels different from the bones in other parts of the body, and the feeling of being wide and thick makes me feel at ease.

The thing didn't let out a scream, just a muffled thud as it slammed into the ground. I wanted to dodge back, but I only took one step back at this point, and then I raised my hammer and slammed it again, two, three.

The thing didn't move.

I pulled out the hammer that had been embedded in my skull and kicked the thing, the fur felt very rough, I guess it was a bear, but the head of the thing seemed to be a bit big. When I followed the sound to find my horse, I found that my horse was no longer dead, and I touched the horse's belly, and the stomach had been scratched and the intestines were flowing out.

It's actually quite distressing in my heart, but it's more of a pity, I don't know how to use holy light spells.

But suddenly another voice told me that even if I could spell a spell, I felt that the soft and hot intestines were flowing out, and it was unlikely that I would be able to save it, and that I would resurrect it as an undead warhorse...... I'm not a lich......

Sitting next to the horse and gently stroking its head, all I could do was send it on its way in this way.

Waiting for the dawn with his eyes open, the horse was already breathing when I could see it all. Unfortunately, it was very distressing, so I unsaddled and untied the reins from the horse. It was impossible to dig a hole for it, so I had to leave it in the wilderness.

The bear I beat to death was not small, and the bear was actually very rotten, and its fur was tightly wrapped around a huge skeleton that no longer had any fat muscles, which was the work of the undead scourge.

This kind of story, which only appears in the story, is a living person when it is actually played...... How should farmers, merchants, women, and children deal with them? Desperately survive or become the same thing and join them, so that there is no fear, no need to worry about the next meal, no need to worry about starvation, no worries about the wind and rain. No need to think, no need to work hard, and go with the flow of liberation.

Yes, if you can't beat it, you can join it, so that you can reduce some guilt or regret.

The current human world has been compressed and no longer supports human beings to reproduce, work, prosper and prosper as in the past, and unless there is a way to turn the tide, the only end for mankind is to go to destruction.

Magic, the Light, these things are in the hands of the vast majority of people, and I hope that Arthas does not take the opportunity to attack in a big way, Kel'thugad has failed, but when the Lich King comes, I think the end of this world may really come. Will the reckoning of the Light's wish come again? Personally, I doubt it. The elves have defeated the demons twice, but I don't think that feat will happen here, there is no World Tree here, and there are no thousands of elven souls here.

The orcs are not smart in my mind, but their leader is okay, the trolls are savage, but Woking should be wise enough, but it is hard to say what Sylvanas, a woman like a resentful woman, will do, in addition to revenge, she has a hidden ambition in her heart, and this ambition does not seem to be very different from that of the orcs.

The alliance is also like this, and the fight with the orc tribe I don't think it's likely to stop now. If the Scarlet Crusaders continue to grow like this, sooner or later they will have to go to war with the Forsaken, and such a dispute is likely to drag the Alliance down again.

The days of peace are too short, and perhaps only strife is the norm. Then, like this bear, it rots and withers, and dust returns to dust. There is always hope, but it is too slim.