Chapter 501 Everything About Me, I Write It Myself!

The pale sky was howling with violent winds, and there were countless misty grays, drifting erratically in front of the towering Grim Batol Fortress.

The gray and white symbolizing death filled every corner of the horizon. It's like watching an old black and white movie.

The biting coldness that was both familiar and unfamiliar ran through his body, Duke shuddered, and suddenly found that this scene was so fucking familiar.

He looked down at his translucent hands, and then at the translucent woman with white wings in front of him.

Duke suddenly realized!

Grass!

Master, I'm dead!

Nima, how long has it been? I almost forgot this feeling.

How long ago was the last time you hung up and ran a corpse?

The only luck is that the system is still there, and the system prompts: "You are hung up, do you want to activate the instant running corpse resurrection? If yes, please pay extra soul power."

"whether?"

Duke decisively said 'yes'.

Duke has no choice at all. Now that despicable black dragon is staring at him. If he really finds out and takes back the black dragon amulet, then he really has no place to cry.

In fact, Deathwing did find out, and he felt a brief break in the faint soul connection between himself and Duke.

"Huh?" Nelthario, who was hiding in human form at the foot of the mountain, frowned.

However, the next moment, he discovered that the soul connection had been restored without any mistakes.

"Could it be that being too close to the Demon's Soul caused problems with my perception?"

After thinking about it, the Devil's Soul refuses to be touched by all dragons. In order to prevent him from intervening again, the seals imposed by those four bastards back then were quite terrifying. He wasn't afraid of confronting those four guys with incomplete strength, but he was afraid of encountering the soul of the devil.

Devil's Soul's backlash against the entire Dragon Clan is no joke.

Here, in the ice, Duke was gasping for air. Seeing that the Black Dragon Amulet was still in his hand, Duke was speechless for a long time.

"Nimma, the weight is too much, just hang up..." Duke smiled wryly.

Without the soul power that Medivh left him, he would have turned into scum after 14 days.

"Okay...the amount is smaller this time." Duke took half of the amount last time and mixed it with water to drink it again. This time, instead of being blinded, he went straight to the 'Sister Immortal' at the cemetery. Instead, there was a muffled, wind-like murmur of some kind of insanity, and Duke was in a bad mood.

Because he suddenly recognized that this was Alleria's shy and deliberately suppressed low moan when he was stabbed in the back!

The scene in front of him changed instantly, Duke was dreaming, and it was the most intense kind.

Aurelia is not the kind of gentle and watery woman, independent, strong, resolute, and courageous. Especially at the moment when the enemy is at hand, Alleria's priority is to take revenge on the tribe. She couldn't comprehend how vigorous a young human male with a body of just over 16 years old was.

No way, even though humans and elves have similar painting styles, the races are still different.

In fact, after that night, I didn't spend much time with Duke. In addition, Duke is a traverser who was born in an engineering university.

Engineering! It's good to see the mother!

That's the boy's grave.

It's a place where sows compete against Diaochan!

As a result, Duke actually built up a lot of...stress.

Duke almost couldn't bear it several times, and for a moment he wanted to attack the cabbages around him, such as Vanessa and Ilucia.

As a result, Duke's will in this regard is actually quite weak.

As a result, under the intense psychedelic power, Duke made a fool of himself.

In the dream, he became the **** male pig's feet. The opponents are the beauties he has met after time travel.

If he was the only one talking in his sleep in a psychedelic state, it would be fine. The bad thing is, three kilometers away from him, the third sister of Fengxingzhe's family has been eavesdropping with the wind.

A group of people hid in a hidden small mountain, waiting for news from Veresa.

"How is it? Is there any movement from the boss?" Gavinrad asked nervously.

It was rare for Veresa to blushed. What do you call her? Could it be to tell the truth to this group of animals, what kind of dream is their boss having?

What embarrassed Veresa the most was that Duke didn't even mention Aurelia's name, and even called "Queen Xi, come with the two sisters Veresa."

Such words made Veresa tremble with anger, that bastard Duke was actually dreaming...

Veresa gritted her teeth and stopped her eavesdropping. She was afraid that if she continued to listen, she would really go crazy.

Luo Ning asked, "What happened to Lord Marcus?"

Veresa scolded: "I'll let him die!"

When the other three in the team heard this, they were all dumbfounded.

Duke tried to die, and then failed to die.

Several times in a row, either too much or too little. Finally on the thirteenth time, Duke suddenly had a feeling that he was right this time.

Consciousness became blurred again.

He seemed to feel the arrival of the goddess of fate.

In the confused wind, he seemed to hear the voice of fate: "You are slipping faster and faster towards the final rest, brave Duke. Before that, do you have anything else I can do for you? Are you going to rescue Alexstrasza?"

Duke's lips twitched slightly: "No, I don't just want to save her...Since I, Duke, have come to Azeroth, I hope to make this world a better place.

The whisper of fate continued: "Don't you want something for yourself? Maybe want your dying life back? Or King's Landing? Or... eternal life?"

"People must die. I have no intention of changing this fate. But if I have any hope for myself, it is to travel through time. At least I don't want to leave any regrets, right?"

"Pity?"

"Yes, I have too many regrets about this world..."

There was such a sense of trance, fate seemed to feel the regret in Duke's heart, and also felt the selfish desire hidden in the bottom of Duke's heart...

Fate seemed to let out a chuckle.

Then there was darkness.

The darkness seemed to pull him in. Duke began to have difficulty breathing and thinking. He even wanted to turn around and just disappear in that comfortable darkness. The temptation to this idea became stronger and stronger for him.

But he forced himself to be more conscious.

right!

Duke's clear voice stirred in the river of fate:

"The mere darkness wants me to sink!?"

"Are you kidding me!"

"If I am destined to be dragged into a dark hell, then I would rather become the light myself and turn hell into a bright heaven."

"If the hero's end is doomed to be a tragedy, then I will rewrite all the scripts!"

"My life! My script! My world! All can only be written by me!"