Woking couldn't believe my words. Not only was he unbelievable that there was so much going on behind it, but he was amazed that I could think of it.

These are not conspiracy theories, but the future that can be predicted.

To be honest, I actually admire those who know how to divination, I want to learn, but I can't. It is really a great thing to be able to predict the future, although some wise people will say that fate is predestined, and the so-called divination is not accurate, or if you know it early, it will change the established fate, anyway, there are all kinds of theories.

But in my personal cognition, fate is impossible to change, everything that happens is predestined, there is a trajectory to follow, I mean that you are indeed the subject of fate, but all things related to you, all people, all objects are also established, and will not change because of your change. And the so-called change in you is determined by your family, your parents, your natural personality and temperament, etc. That is, your cognition.

Cognition is destiny, and destiny is cognition.

Even if you hesitate or decisively do it before the car rolls over, it will determine your fate. If you don't go out, you won't be crushed to death by a flower pot that falls from upstairs, if you don't take this road, you won't be bumped into by a murderer, and if you don't eat this peanut, you won't be choked to death......

Is it all accidental? No, it's all inevitable. Nothing in this world is accidental. Chance has its inevitability.

Just like now.

I'm not worried about the Twilight Cult, but about what might be hidden behind the Twilight Cult and ...... They will trigger the future. The two-headed ogre named Gugar was not found, he slipped away, but I believe he knows more than any of us, and he will not give up the opportunity, and if the tribe does not pay enough attention I think the consequences will be very, very terrible.

I don't know what the power of the Old God can become, but it controls a group and creates an empire that should not be underestimated, although Cthun was killed by us, but I don't think it's that simple, but why he was defeated by us, I don't think it's because of luck or we are too strong.

Woking should be able to understand what I'm saying, and I could see the sadness on his face as he left anyway.

I do this...... Can it change history? Am I a variable that changes history?

Watching him close the door and leave, the thought suddenly occurred to me, if I just kill Sal, and not say if I can kill him, I say what if...... What would happen if I killed him directly? What are the effects on the Twilight cult? Or is there any impact on the Union and the Horde?

Will this effect be good or bad? With his death...... What will change?

Looking at the closed door I was suddenly lost in thought, and a myriad of strange thoughts burst into my head. I don't know how the probability of divination is derived, but I trust my experience and reasoning more.

My eyes fell on my severed arm on the table, and the mutated axe beside me. The axe was ugly, but the veins that grew out seemed to be a fusion of flesh and steel. I rubbed the blade of the axe with my fingers, and it was not as sharp as the legendary weapon, but rather rough.

I used my armpits to prop the handle of the axe and my fingers to pick at the veins that grew on the axe's head and resembled flesh and blood, and there was nothing special about it other than the cold, hard feeling. The reason why I didn't give this axe to anyone was because I seemed to see that eye attached to it on the stump I had severed. This thing can't be given to people easily, and the devil knows how this thing will harm people in the future.

Placing the axe on the chair next to me, I picked up the severed arm on one side.

This severed arm is not strictly flesh and blood, it is a skeleton made of metal unique to Northrend, with dragon tendons attached to it inside, and the outer layer of skin that has been stripped from my original arm. Now it's been cut off again, or by my own hands. I'm quite satisfied with this chopping surface, it's not broken at all, it's neatly cut.

I picked up that arm, and I usually looked at my body and felt normal, isn't that all right? But now when I hold a part of my body like this, the feeling is very different. Ha, it's part of my body.

This is different from cut out fingernail caps and plucked out dead skin and flesh thorns, and even more different from fallen teeth and hair. How does it feel to hold such a big thing in your hand?

I wanted it to move, it could have moved, I had to move it as much as I wanted to, but now it can't, it can't move, not even the simplest arm flip. I lost it! This time it's probably forever.

Holding a broken arm in one hand, the big arm that still grows on me looks really ridiculous. It didn't hurt, but I suddenly felt a little sad in my heart.

Holding my arm in one hand, I slowly aligned it with the incision and aligned the two. I wanted to clench my fist again, even if I moved my fingers, but the hand that had lost any sense and strength was hanging like this. I lost it forever! This thought, this feeling, makes me extremely angry!

I gritted my teeth and wanted to curse!

But just as I was about to lift the arm and throw it out, there were countless filamentous things between the two wounds, and when I saw some tentacle-like things like the kind I'd seen between the two wounds, my memory was pulled back to a few days ago.

Suddenly I bounced out of my chair, and the severed arm that had fallen from letting go was connected to the tentacles that had grown. Like maggots on my hand, I shook it violently, and the broken arm was not shaken off, and the tentacles that grew out of it grabbed the broken arm firmly. I reached out to grab it, and the severed arm had suddenly become so unkind to me that I even wanted to tear it off and throw it as far away as possible.

But I grabbed my arm and tugged at it but didn't move, and the two fused together! It's not my hand! It's not my arm!

I was a little panicked for a while, I suddenly remembered the eye that grew in the palm of my hand at that time, grabbed the unconscious forearm and threw it back to reveal the palm, the palm of the hand has no eyes, this scene made my heart a little more stable, but looking at the squirming muscle texture at the incision, I suddenly felt an indescribable nausea in my heart.

It's definitely not normal, it's definitely not my arm, it's not my body! Suddenly, I saw the axe on the side, and a thought flashed through me in an instant, and I didn't hesitate at all, and directly picked up the axe in front of me. But just as I was raising the axe, a voice came into my head.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

I was stunned for a moment, "Who! ”

"Are you sure you don't want this gift?"

I looked at the axe I was holding, and in an instant I felt the hair on my scalp stand up. I saw that the middle part of the axe suddenly opened an eye!

With an oops, I threw the axe directly to the ground.

The axe clicked into the floor, and the eye was staring at me.

"You're not dead!" I yelled.

"I am God, and God does not die." The sound was a little unreal, and I subconsciously covered my ears. But then I suddenly found the broken arm...... Like my good one, it's back to normal!

I looked at the arm that had grown in amazement, and I clenched my fists hard, moved, and patted hard to see that there was nothing out of the ordinary. When I looked at the incision, there was only a shallow mark on the incision. I picked at it with my fingers, and then I picked at the tendons inside and found nothing unusual, it felt very real.

This scene felt a little unreal to me, like a dream!

"You did this?"

"No, I didn't do it." It says.

"And how do you explain that?" I stared into that eye.

"You're not an ordinary person." It said, "Although I don't know how you came to this world, but your power is no different from ours, and I can help you, but it is impossible to say that you are so blatantly restored here." ”

"You did it? The change in my body is your ......"

"Who am I not? The drowning god has left its mark on you, and you've already experienced what it's like to recover once, haven't you? Like you just said. ”

"Did you hear what we just said?"

"But those orc warlocks did a great job of covering for me, and they did a great job."

"Those orc warlocks ......"

"Their spells are just a precept, just a façade, and indeed I admit that their power is connected to the power in your body, but with their little power is nothing, they can't restore you, but the good thing is that their magic guides and opens the ...... in your body. Seal. "It's very pleasant." I'm just going with the flow. ”

"That hand of mine wasn't burned because of you?"

"I still have the means to protect myself."

"You grow on my hands...... Are you trying to invade my body? ”

"That's how it was." It doesn't hide it at all.

"Then why are you...... On that axe? ”

"Hehe......" it laughed so dryly.

"You're going to feel the changes in your body." It is not explained.

"What?"

"It's up to you to discover it yourself, and when you really use these powers, you'll understand me." It says.

"No, I'll stomp on you first." I say.

"Perhaps, but I said I was immortal, you...... You will see it too. And that future will not change, you will see it! I promise you, you will ...... Will see! ”