Flame is hope.

But in the midst of this seemingly endless darkness, the hope that this flame brings is so fragile.

I don't know if you've ever gazed at the flames, the panic and regret when they were about to go out made me remember deeply the feeling of waiting for death, the flames emitted a faint light, it was trying, trying its best to burn itself to release the last bit of light.

You can only watch as the flames fade and the light quickly dims, and that dying struggle is my initial understanding of passing and death.

Against the wind, I tried hard to protect the faint flame! But the flame was so weak that if I quickened it a little faster, it seemed that it would be blown out by the wind I had raised.

I know that the end of this darkness is light, an exit, and security, but the torch of hope and security that I feel the most in my hand can no longer hold.

At this moment, a green light suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, far away in the darkness, and it felt like an evil in the void, as if it was a nightmare, but it was too real.

Stopping abruptly, I reached out and held the torch in my arms. The light from the torch could only illuminate my arms, and the light that leaked out of my arms only allowed me to see under my feet. When I tilted my head to look at the green blob, it was already coming towards me. It walked unhurriedly, and it didn't seem to be in a hurry to take my life, but that calmness made me feel a lot of pressure.

The right hand holding the musket pointed towards the green body in front of me, and I knew it could see my movements, but it had no intention of stopping.

"Stop!" All I can do is warn! I'm still hoping it didn't come to kill me, but I think it's better to warn it at this point.

Getting closer! The green light didn't illuminate anything around me, but I could see what it was.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew!

I was horrified! The corner of my eye tells me...... The flames are out!

The momentary darkness made me unconsciously pull the trigger. The flames from the muzzle of the gun lit up the darkness around them for a moment, but only for a moment! "Bang!" The crackling sound of the musket crashed into the endless darkness and bounced back! It's faint, but I know the approximate range around me.

The green figure in front of him leaned back and stood still. I didn't hesitate to fire the second shot! It shuddered and took a step back.

"Bang!"

Third shot!

The guy took a step back and still stood still.

I've run out of guns. With my left hand, I threw the torch I was holding directly on the ground, and I had already pulled out my other gun just as it hit the ground with a loud sound.

"Bang!" Fourth shot! Fifth shot! Sixth shot! Shoot me as you walk towards the green light. After the two guns were fired, I quickly put away the guns and prepared to draw them, but the guy was not affected much and ran straight towards me!

My head is booming! Broken!

I'd seen ghosts in the graveyard of Brightwood in the Twilight Forest before, but those human ghosts didn't have the horror in front of them. How can it not die!

Seeing that the shooting was ineffective, I took out two melee weapons, a long sword and a dagger. At this point, I don't think Warhammer is any better.

With a shake of my arms, I gritted my teeth and rushed towards the green light in front of me. It was an orc soul, but the completely gray body was disgusted by the green light. The orc didn't speak, not even its mouth made any sound.

It pounced on me, too!

Just then I dodged to the side, dodging its fist on my head, and the dagger in my left hand stabbed it in the flank.

Familiar feeling!

It's not a feeling of pure flesh. But it already makes me feel so grounded! The sword in his right hand slashed at its left knee.

The blade slashed into the knee without making any sound, as if my sword had slashed into condensed wax. As soon as I stepped forward, I ducked back, and the fist it slammed into my face was dodged again. As soon as I drew the sword, I stabbed it into its heart.

It was as if a sword had been inserted into a candle.

As soon as I used my wrist, I twisted it outwards and pulled it back, pulling the sword out directly. I looked at its face in amazement! How can it not die!

Just when I was surprised, a huge force came from my back, and I stumbled straight forward, and I fell directly to the ground. I knew something bad was wrong, and I rolled on my side just after I fell to the ground, but before I could twist my body, a huge green light pressed down on me.

I subconsciously raised my hand to protect my face, only to feel a real force pressing on me. With my left hand, I pulled the dagger out of my hand and slashed it towards its body, but it felt like it was actually stuck in the candle.

I only felt that one of its big hands was grabbing my neck, and my right hand was pressed under my body before it could be withdrawn, and it was too late at this time. I subconsciously twisted my face to dodge, but those big solid, cold hands were already pressed against my neck.

Then another weight came up! A strong sense of pressure and anxiety came over me, and although I wanted to resist, my body was already pressed against me by something that seemed to be more than 300 kilograms, and I couldn't move.

The dagger in my left hand was pulled out and tried to plunge it again, but soon my arm was grabbed, and the guy who grabbed me pulled my arm straight with a sharp tug.

Broken!

I wanted to scream and struggle, but there was no time for me to speak, and I couldn't squeeze any sound out of my throat.

Anger can generate power, and fear can turn into strength at special times, but now I can't do it, I can't do it at all! All I had in my heart was urgency, depression, and impatience.

Can't break free! Can't break free! I'm done!

The weight on me is getting bigger and bigger! Are they trying to crush me?

I don't want to die yet!

At this time, such an idea suddenly burst into my mind. Somehow, this thought made my brain feel hot, and the sudden force on my neck made me twist my head violently, and the blank, wide-open eyes of the orc who was holding my neck just looked at me, and its face was expressionless.

Suddenly, the guy's face seemed to be sublimated, and it disappeared all of a sudden, and the hands that were pinching my neck lost their strength as its head disappeared, and at this moment, it seemed to be non-existent, and then the light it emitted was annihilated in the darkness.

As soon as I looked up at the guy I was fighting in the first place, I was surprised to see two white rays of light shoot at the guy's face, and in an instant its head disappeared. And as far as I could see, the ghosts that pounced on me seemed to have been cut off by something.

When the ghosts I saw were suddenly decapitated, or cut off at the waist, and quickly disappeared.

The ghosts around are all destroyed at once! And when I felt the space around me suddenly brighten up, I was surprised to find that my body was glowing! And that soft glow!

I was overjoyed to see the changes in my body, and although I had doubts, I immediately left them behind. But when I looked into the palm of my hand, I realized...... My body was glowing, and my eyes were glowing with that pale yellow glow.

This is...... What a light!

I had fantasized that I could have the power of magic, whether it was arcane magic or natural elemental magic like fire and frost. But it's a pity that I didn't learn, maybe I didn't have this talent in the first place.

Later, I was willing to be bathed in the light and experience what it was like to be enveloped in the light. But alas, in front of the best of the Lighteers like Master Fao and Uther, I only saw a little bit of the Light blooming on me.

I'm not one of those hungry people, the power of the Light is powerful but it's a complete dispensability for me, and I know I'm not that material, so I never thought I'd be able to control it one day. I prefer to believe in the trolls' voodoo spells, which have shown unparalleled effects on me, but then I don't know why the gods of Loa don't seem to favor me, and I don't feel that crazy feeling anymore after the marks on my body are gone.

And the demon's blood manifested in me was only a change in physical fitness, just like an orc. It is said that Gul'dan can turn into a monster after receiving demonic blood, and Illidan grew wings after receiving demonic power, but I still do the same.

I'm also curious about what is stopping me from changing, or if there is something special about my body that has done nothing when I have had countless opportunities to become a Great Demon King and Great Demon and can have extremely powerful powers.

And the changes in my body over such a long period of time are not only the blue, red and white eyeballs, but also the skin that has been burned like that. If the Lich King's psychic powers brought me back from the dead and gave me some ability to recover, what did the thousand-eyed monster I saw in my dreams give me?

And most recently, I survived when Darien summoned the power of reckoning unleashed by thousands of Heroic Spirits to liquidate the undead. I'm so close to him...... How do you say that? What saved me? Or did Darien know who I was and deliberately saved me before he died?

Then my eyes became silvery...... Did I do that?

Standing in the darkness, the surroundings were dead again, and the ghosts were gone. It's not the work of the muskets, it's not the work of the swords, it's the two lights! Can I unleash the power of the Light? Are those two rays of light the product of the Light? But when I looked down at my hands again, it was still dark.

The torch didn't know where it had rolled, and it squatted on the ground and touched it for a long time, but nothing came. Now I've lost the light source.

Squatting on the ground and groping forward, I touched the floor, then the corpses, and after I don't know how long, I touched the house, and to my delight I felt the dust of my hand, all that was left was the stone walls and the charred wood.

When I got into the house, I longed to touch something that could be ignited, but there was nothing left of it that had been burned down by the fire. Even if you touch the fireplace, the remaining charcoal in the fireplace cannot be ignited.

The world of the blind is terrible, and at this time I have no fear in my heart, only anxiety.

After a long, long search, I finally gave up.

I sat on the floor of a house and my mind began to wander again. Can you get out of here? I feel like I can get out of here if it's long enough, but how long is that? By the time I get out, I guess everything will be over.

Thinking of this, I can't help but feel irritated again.

It would be nice if Bill was here.

I touched my left hand again, can the old woman of Egwene feel me now? I'm in bigger trouble than ghosts right now!

Time is passing like this, I count one, two, three, four, five, this is time, but I don't know if it's fast or slow when I don't count.

Standing up and feeling out of the house, I couldn't help but start screaming and cursing loudly, and I relived all the ugly filthy words I could think of. Scolding in orc language followed by dwarven language, and scolding in troll language after scolding in human language.

But the sound came out of my mouth and disappeared into the darkness. Even if there is an echo, it is so powerless. Enraged, I raised my musket, fumbled with the gunpowder, and pulled the trigger! The light was fleeting, and it was plunged into darkness again.

I thought of mixing my clothes with gunpowder and igniting it, but what about after this thing burned? After fumbling for so long, how can there be anything that can continue to burn?

Tell me! What should I do in this kind of place, in this kind of place! What to do?

After scolding for I don't know how long, I sat down on the ground. I can't think of any way. I wondered what I would do if I was blind.

I didn't dare to grope into the unknown darkness, for the devil would know if there was a ravine or a well in the darkness ahead. Just now I could feel a hint of wind and fresh air, but now there is nothing. I'm completely trapped here!