In the midst of a cacophony of discussions, the man slowly opened his eyes.

He found himself lying on his bed, surrounded by rows of iron counters with a dazzling array of utensils and medicinal herbs, as well as bottles and jars and test tubes and glass bottles.

On the side, a hot witch was looking at him, her eyebrows slightly raised, "What's your name?" ”

The man subconsciously replied: "McLean Melvin." ”

"Why did you faint?" The witch asked.

"Because my body has changed a little." The man remembered what happened to him and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

In a way, he has turned into a monster.

The witch frowned, looking worried and irritated, "I can't help you...... If you don't mind, you need to get checked, I know that in my field, there are many miracles, like I can make your soul healthy, like ......"

The man immediately stopped and said, "Please don't waste the precious potion, I still have time, and when I recover, I will go to you for treatment." ”

The witch seemed to feel justified, so she nodded, "I'm sure you'll come." You are a brave child, and I hope that one day in the future, you will be able to stand at the top of Azeroth and be admired. ”

The man nodded.

"Bless you, child." The witch finished speaking and left the room.

The room was silent, and he was the only one left sitting still, staring blankly at the ceiling.

After a long time, a crystal tear rolled down the corner of his eye, smashed on the floor, and disappeared.

He lowered his head, looked at the wooden box in his hand, and muttered to himself.

"I once dreamed of an old tower. The tower houses a statue of the goddess of light, and the walls of each floor are painted with vivid images.

I used to think that inside this tower was a sculpture of the goddess of light. But now it seems that those must have been prophecies or legends left by a sage, and that sage seemed to be a powerful knight. ”

He picked up the wooden box in his hand and stroked it gently, with emotion and nostalgia flowing in his eyes.

"My father, once a powerful knight, once protected the El Realm."

But in that big war three years ago, he was surrounded by a horde of crazy ghouls and trapped underground.

Then I happened to hear that the mad ghouls had attacked the villages of the El Realm, slaughtering all humans and orcs, and eating the souls of all humans and orcs......

I don't want to believe it's true. I insisted on looking for the sage, but there was no clue, so I took my mother and sister and hid here.

I wanted to go back to that country again, but I was chased by ghouls and had to flee in disarray.

Until today...... I saw the old tower again, and I guess this is my hometown......"

"Who are you talking to?"

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded behind the man.

The man was startled and hurriedly turned around.

In the dim light, a beautiful, delicate, elegant and noble blonde girl stood by the window.

The girl wore a snow-white and gorgeous long dress, embroidered with a lilac pattern on her chest, a red rope wrapped around her waist, and two gems hanging down, setting off her slender and slender figure.

All this seems so extravagant and beautiful.

The man suddenly held his breath, his eyes widened, and he was at a loss.

"Are you talking to me?" He repeated.

"Yes." The girl replied calmly.

“…… Who are you? Who are you? The man couldn't help but ask.

"I'm Eliza Windfield." The girl said, "Who were you talking to?" Is it the tower? Does it still exist? ”

The man was in a trance for a moment, and hesitated: "Tower? ”

"Yes, it's the tower! Did you see that too? It's right behind you! ”

The girl said excitedly, "Have you seen those mysterious symbols too?" Do you know what they mean? What do they represent? ”

The man's face showed a look of struggle, "I'm sorry...... I ......"

"Do you know what they mean? Tell me quickly. The girl looked at him expectantly, "Aren't you trapped here too?" You must have a way to get out of here, right? ”

"I ......"

"Please, tell me......," begged the maiden, "as long as you tell me anything, you can ask for anything!" ”

Her eyes were shining and pure, full of the glow of longing for freedom.

Her sincere appearance touched the softest place in the man's heart, making him hesitate for a moment before he said the true answer.

"They are called prophecies, and they are used to foretell the future. I remembered something and I was sure we were from the same world......"

He paused for a moment and continued, "We all came here from another world and entered that ancient tower.

I came out of the tower in the first place, and then I somehow became a necromancer......"

"What tower, what prophecy?" The witch asked curiously.

"An ancient castle ......"

"The castle? Is it a holy mountain? The girl was surprised and said, "You say we are from the Holy Mountain?" ”

"Not a holy mountain......

"Where would that be?" The witch became more and more confused.

The man fell silent.

His gaze drifted out of the window, lost in thought.

A vague picture came to his mind—

Overcast clouds.

Rain.

In the torrential rain, a large army is closing in on the town.

Cavalry, infantry, archers, magicians...... A variety of equipment glides through the dazzling trajectory in the rain.

They raised their weapons and charged towards the city; The inhabitants of the city fled in a hurry; The gates were closed, and the guards fought to the death; Blood splattered, and the tragedy was very ......

Suddenly, a black mist poured into the town, enveloping the city, engulfing all the sounds.

The whole town fell silent in an instant, and there was no sound.

His pupils constricted, his body was cold and stiff, and fear almost overwhelmed him, making him tremble and unable to resist.

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded in his ears, low and hoarse, as if from ancient times.

"You see the future, don't you?"

"Ahh

The man suddenly came back to his senses, gasping violently, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He looked up blankly and looked around, the pitch-black roof, the dim fireplace, and the black mist floating in the air......

He didn't understand why he woke up in this strange environment.

At this moment, an old hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

"You're awake."

He turned his head to look.

The old and ugly face came into view, and it was looking at him kindly.

The man was stunned, not understanding why a monster that had been dead for thousands of years was still alive.

He subconsciously moved back, looking at it warily.