Ner'zhul looked left and right, and all he could see was an icy mist.
Ner'zhul gritted his teeth, turned around and rushed towards the mist. Unexpectedly, he saw a fork in the road after just a few steps.
It's still the same two brands.
The wooden sign was blowing in the cold night wind and made a slight "squeaking" sound, which was obviously not something from the earthly world.
"I, I don't choose..." Almost as soon as the thought came up, Ner'zhul noticed that something huge was about to pounce out of the thick fog behind him in the next second.
Looking at the hundreds of gray mist-like tentacles and the looming fangs that were larger than a house, Ner'zhul finally couldn't help but rush over.
This time, he finally entered the world of [Silent Hill].
There was mist everywhere, and Ner'zhul felt a tremor coming into his soul just by approaching these places that were supposed to be forbidden.
Walking in, he found a small town that was supposed to be human-style.
Empty!
The neat streets made Ner'zhul, who was used to the chaotic living quarters of the orcs, feel disgusted.
Each of the unknown words was like a living creature, staring at him with bloody eyes.
The sound of the wind blew the wind chimes, and the auditory hallucination like a death knell made Ner'zhul feel sick to the point of vomiting. At this moment, the chimes suddenly started to ring rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, the house, shop windows, and walls in front of me all began to disappear.
Like pieces of paper burned by flames, crimson fire leaked from the edges and disintegrated.
The road suddenly disappeared in front of me.
A female orc who seemed to be born without arms appeared in front of him.
The face that vaguely resembled his dead wife was ferocious and twisted, and the eye sockets were wrapped in some old brown gauze that exuded a fishy smell, and some thorn-shaped steel wires were tightly wrapped around the female orc.
She seemed drunk, approaching Ner'zhul with sloppy steps, calling his name in orc language: "Ner'zhul... Ner'zhul... I'm so miserable -"
Ner'zhul shivered instinctively: "No, you are not her, you are not her!"
Ner'zhul instinctively wanted to run away. His legs were so abrupt that they seemed to be filled with lead, and he could not move. He could only watch in despair as the female orc approached him, opened her mouth wide, and sucked him alive.
flesh.
He could clearly feel the pain of having his flesh and blood bitten open bit by bit, and could smell the fishy smell in the monster's mouth, but the strong sense of guilt in his heart made him not know how to face this cruel scene.
“Ahhhhh——”
Ner'zhul died again.
In the void, the sand sculpture players were shocked. This realistic feeling must be experienced in real life.
[The Dreaming Tiger King] was stunned for a moment: "Wait, who has been eaten alive?"
[Jun Chen] raised his hand again: "I was eaten by the Moss Troll. It felt similar, so I used [Mewtwo] to edit it here."
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Everyone was shocked. As expected of a man with the entry for [Quick Resurrection], he had a wealth of experience in committing suicide.
The third time, Ner'zhul, who died suddenly twice, finally learned his lesson.
As soon as he was resurrected in the dream, he ran into Silent Hill in a hurry, looking for the so-called safe zone.
He was quite tall and found a toilet. When he opened the door with trembling hands and the sound of dripping water, he saw another corpse covered with thorns and wires.
"Dang!" The alarm bell rang again.
The corpse in front of me was faked on the spot.
Despite the horror in his heart, Ner'zhul's first reaction was to beat the corpse.
Don't laugh!
Orcs have different brain circuits. Anyone who can get along among the orcs is a muscular man. Goudan is an example. Goudan also became stronger after eating evil fast food.
In addition to being a shaman, Ner'zhul is very attractive with his sinewy flesh.
Even in the world of Silent Hill, where he has become a weak orc peon, he is still relatively capable of fighting.
After a few strokes, the corpse's neck was broken and one end was stuffed into the toilet.
At this moment, a strange metallic sound came from outside the toilet.
It was the clang of shackles hitting the ground, and the scraping sound of extremely heavy metal objects being dragged across the floor.
The door of the toilet was smashed into pieces, and a human with a huge triangular cone-shaped metal head from the neck appeared.
To be honest, Ner'zhul didn't even know whether to call this thing human.
Its naked upper body revealed extremely strong muscles, but the muscles were covered with dust, and the blood all over its body was mixed with horrific wounds. The wounds were even rotten, with maggots crawling on them.
Ner'zhul A stepped forward.
The opponent showed even more extreme violence than the previous warchiefs Blackhand and Orgrim. The huge metal machete was two meters long. With just one swing, Ner'zhul saw a cross-section of his lower body.
Huh?
What's this?
My intestines and spine?
If this was an imminent death, perhaps it wouldn't be so terrifying. The triangular head dragged half of Ner'zhul's upper body and pressed his head into the toilet while he was still conscious...
"Ah ah ah -" Ner'zhul died three times in nightmares and was resurrected three times. The completely real pain tortured his already weak mind: "Ancestor! Who? Who is it?"
Who? Is it Medivh’s undead tormenting me? Why?”
He found that he had no choice this time and entered this empty and silent town directly.
The terrible nightmare gripped his heart tightly.
At some point, his mind began to become numb.
It's just that many things were imprinted into the deepest part of his soul. For example, when he heard the sound of a machete scraping the ground, Ner'zhul would instinctively become incontinent, then without thinking about anything, he would immediately turn around and escape in the opposite direction.
past.
If he could really retain all his memories, maybe he would become a real player and completely defeat the "Silent Hill" in this dream.
It's a pity that from the beginning, sand sculpture players have reached this point.
The biggest characteristic of dreams is that after waking up, the dreamed things will become blurry.
This is the brain’s protective mechanism, and it’s what sand sculpture players take advantage of precisely.
Ner'zhul would not have the opportunity to clearly remember what happened at every point in time. What remained in his mind were only vague fragments, ominous premonitions, and the deepest fears.
With the slightly cold weather in late February, the earth is already showing green.
McDonald and a group of beautiful girls led a spring outing in Andorhal under the guise of inspection.
When he accidentally saw in the system that Ner'zhul had died 997 times in "Medivh's Copycat Nightmare Book", he finally couldn't bear to let Ner'zhul go.
Ner'zhul, who was mentally exhausted and filled with fear in his soul, suddenly found that the scene in front of him had changed after his resurrection.
