Once an idea is created, it will always exist, even if it is changed.

Just like this thought.

I suddenly remembered the circumstances under which this thought had come to me, and now I just remembered it again. But I've never eaten people for the sake of cannibalism, I've only eaten people for myself, and I never seem to feel embarrassed or upset, or feel guilty, because of cannibalism. However, although I remembered this incident in my heart now, there was a wrong thought in my heart.

Cannibalism is not right. Ha! I told me it wasn't right to do this, but I just couldn't let go of it. Every now and then, when I'm thinking about how to recover, the thought comes to me, as if to say, "Eat someone, get better quickly, that's the only way to do it." ”

I didn't climb back into bed, I lay on the floor until someone came to see me, I didn't look at him, but I could feel what he did.

It's a bad feeling to be rejected by others.

And...... Shouldn't I be like a hero?

Vandal is here again. This time he appeared next to me with a better look than yesterday, and I knew that it was the result of a strong disguise, and he was not a good person at disguising his emotions.

"Are you feeling better?" He asked.

"I don't feel anything." I say.

"I'll let them heal you." He said, "Don't worry. ”

"I'm relieved." I looked him in the eye.

"You said you were eaten by it, and it is said that several others were also eaten by him, right?"

"Yes."

"What about them?"

"Dead."

"How did you survive?"

"Luck." I say.

"I'm surprised that you're still alive and can even talk to me." He said this without any expression on his face.

I just stared at him, "What do you want to say?" ”

"You're not like them, you're not like us, are you?"

"Something to say." I got it straight.

"Some say you're ...... Forsaken. He paused, "Or something like them." ”

"Is that a problem?" I said as calmly as I could.

He narrowed his eyes, "Does King Varian know who you are?" ”

"You're thinking a lot."

"It's not that I'm thinking too much, it's just normal thinking." He said.

"What do you want?"

"Of course I won't say anything for the sake of our face fighting side by side, and you're not like them, right?" He even asked me rhetorically.

"Do you think so?"

He pouted, "Of course not." He added, "But I don't know what your people think." ”

"Will you tell them what you think?" I actually know the answer.

"No, it won't." He said it in line with my psychological expectations, "However, it is only a matter of time before they find out about your situation. ”

He straightened up, "Now you look like you...... It's hard for me to enshrine you as a hero. As much as I would love to. He turned to leave, "I hope you can get back to normal." With that, he turned around and left.

His words made me feel very uncomfortable, they were not threats, but they made me more uneasy than threats.

It wasn't what I wanted, I was expecting to see them yesterday, but now I seem to be ...... I did it in vain, and my efforts and wishes were like jokes.

When I lifted my hand, several of my nails had fallen off, and the skin on my hand was severely ulcerated and defected, and the skin on the back of my hand was peeled off and the underlying tendons were completely exposed. That's my hand!

Trying to touch my face again, I looked at my nose seriously and gently touched it with my hand lest it fall off again. Although I am not handsome, it would be even more disastrous if I didn't have a nose for this face.

Suddenly I remembered Kel'thugad, and I didn't want to be like that!

Looking up, I glanced at the armor tossed aside and the rotting clothes that had been thrown in a pile alone. All of a sudden, I remembered that eye. Pulling back the pile of clothes, I noticed that the eye seemed to be gone!

"How do you ...... On the ground! "Gavinrad is here.

I was startled and turned to look at him, but when my face was displayed in front of him, the sudden freezing of his expression made my heart seem to be tugging.

"I didn't ...... It's okay. ”

"How are you? Does it still hurt? His tone was full of concern.

"I ...... OK. ”

"What are you looking for?" He asked.

"I ...... a token. I said.

"I'll help you!" He hurriedly said and walked up.

"No!" I shouted, "I'll do it myself!" ”

"It's too inconvenient for you to do this!" As he spoke, he came to me.

"No, you don't! This...... I can do it myself! "I reached for his hand, but when his hand touched my wrist, a layer of skin cracked.

"Ah......h This...... Bill! ”

"I ...... OK. "I don't know how to respond to him.

"You ......," he said, "you'd better go back and lie down." The expression on his face was complicated at this point.

"I ...... It's okay. I said.

Damn! Damn it!

"I don't need your help." I say.

"I'll do my best to save you, you'll be fine."

"......Humph," I sneered, "I know what I'm like now, and I'm gone, am I?" "I reached out and continued to touch the pile of rotten clothes, and suddenly my hand touched the soft thing." Thank you for your kindness, and if I need help, I'll go to you. ”

He sighed softly.

"You can go." I say.

Twisting my face to see him turn away, I hurriedly grabbed the thing in my hand.

"I'm sorry, I ......"

"It's not your fault." I stopped him directly, "You don't need to apologize. ”

I opened my finger when he left, but to my great surprise, it turned all black! It was so black that it didn't shine at all, so black that it looked like a fish bubble filled with ink.

Is this the same glowing moving eye from yesterday? How did it become like this?

Crawling back into bed, I didn't want more people to see me now, this kind of defective rotting nudity was very unornamental, the only feeling that could be produced except for the great visual impact was nausea, and the fact that the gender organs were still intact would be a very glaring presence in their eyes. Of course, if it's rotten there too......

I'll go to Nima's!

And I don't want them to know what I'm in my hands right now.

The man in charge of my care finally came, but it was the Night Elves, and Browel was among them.

"Brother, how are you feeling?" He asked.

I looked into his eyes, and somehow, his eyes were the most comfortable for me. "Not good." I say.

"It's hard for me to imagine...... What you've been through. ”

"May you never experience it." I say.

Brower was surrounded by a few druids, who once again performed their healing spells on me.

Green energy flowed like water on the surface of my body, glowing on the wounds on my skin, on the cracks that looked like river valleys. It seems to have some effect......

I turned my head to look at them, but when I met their eyes, their smooth eyes still chose to dodge.

"That's pretty much it." I spoke.

Brower looked at me in surprise, "What's wrong?" ”

"No more effort." I said, "Vandal told you all, didn't you?" ”

Brower didn't deny it, in fact he had already answered me.

"Do you want to see if your spells are working the right way for me?" I snorted. "It's time to stop."

"It's not...... Bill, not what you think. ”

"No, what is that?" I closed my eyes. "You say, what am I for?"

"What...... For what? ”

"I can totally ...... Regardless of this mess...... Rotten. ”

"I'll heal you." He said, "If I can't do it, I'll go to the High Priest, and Tyrande must have a way, even if she can't, I'll go to my mentor Malfurion, and if it doesn't work, I'll go to the dragon!" They must have a way. ”

"Let's rest." I say. "You're a good partner, a good friend, to me. But you're not their good friend. You don't have that much face, or I ...... There is no such big face. ”

"I ......"

"You don't have to bother." I interrupted him and sat up. The surrounding elves avoided it.

"Am I scary now?" I asked him.

"Bill...... You are our hero. ”

"I'm glad you can say that." I said, "But the one who dies inside is the one who does." ”

"You all are."

"If I die inside, will you erect a monument to me?" I looked him in the eye.

"Don't be foolish."

"Perhaps...... Heroes only end up dying, right? ”

The elves were still holding out their hands to me.

I grabbed the wrist of one of the Night Elf girls on the side, and she screamed out in fright.

"It's not going to work." I said as I looked at her frightened dodgy face.

"It's not going to work." I turned my face to look at Brower. "Don't make me feel bad anymore...... Okay? ”

Brower waved his hand, and several elven girls immediately got up and left the tent without looking back.

"Bill, I promise you, I won't allow anyone to hurt you." He said.

It made me want to laugh, but I couldn't.

"I'm glad to meet you." I said and lay back: "Goodbye." ”

Listening to the footsteps of him turning around and walking out and the sound of the curtain being lowered, my heart suddenly felt a little sad. I turned my head to look at the pile of armor, and next to it was the relic that the shaman had given me to give to his brother.

His name is Oslej, and he has a brother he misses, named Swat.