Stratholme God

Chapter 294 The Great Merciful MacDonald (3 more monthly tickets)

(Monthly ticket 21/43)
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what?
I didn't die!
Wait, is this a dream or something?
If it is a dream, I must wake up immediately!

Ner'zhul looked left and right, and all he could see was a cold mist.

Gritting his teeth, Ner'zhul turned his head and rushed towards the mist. Unexpectedly, he saw a fork in the road after just a few steps.

It's still those two brands.

The wooden sign that was blown in the cold night wind made a slight "squeak" sound, which was obviously not something from the underworld.

"I, I don't choose..." Almost as soon as the thought came into being, Ner'zhul found that in the thick fog behind him, there seemed to be something huge that was about to pounce in the next second.

Looking at the hundreds of tentacles of gray mist, and the looming fangs that were bigger than the house, Ner'zhul finally couldn't help but rushed over.

This time, he finally entered the world of [Silent Hill].

There was fog everywhere, just approaching these places that should not be approached, Ner'zhul felt a tremor in his soul.

Walking in, he found a small town that should be human-style.

Empty!
The tidy streets made Ner'zhul, who was used to the orc's chaotic living place, feel disgusted.

Each of the unfamiliar characters looked like living creatures, staring at him with bloody eyeballs.

The sound of the wind was blowing the wind chime, and the hallucination like a death knell made Ner'zhul feel sick. At this moment, the bell suddenly rang.

In the blink of an eye, the houses, windows, and walls in front of them all began to annihilate.

Like pieces of paper that had been completely burned by flames, crimson flames leaked from the edges, disintegrating.

Suddenly there was no way.

A female orc who seemed born without arms appeared in front of him.

The face that vaguely looked like his dead wife was hideously distorted, and the eye sockets were wrapped in some old brown gauze that exuded a stench, and some thorny steel wires tightly entangled the female orc.

She approached Ner'zhul with crooked steps as if she was drunk, and called his name in orc language: "Ner'zhul...Ner'zhul...I am so miserable——"

Ner'zhul trembled instinctively: "No, you are not her, you are not her!"

Ner'zhul instinctively wanted to run away, but his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't move.He could only watch desperately as the female orc leaned over, opened her bloody mouth wide, and devoured his flesh and blood one mouthful at a time.

He could clearly feel the pain of being bitten open, and he could smell the stench from the monster's mouth, but the strong sense of guilt in his heart made him not know how to face this cruel scene.

"Ahhhh-"

Ner'zhul died again.

In the void, the sand sculpture players were shocked. This kind of realistic feeling must be experienced in real life.

[Tiger King who loves to dream] was stunned for a while: "Wait, who has been eaten raw?"

[Jun Chen] raised his hand again: "I was eaten by the moss troll. It feels similar, so I cut it here with [Super Dream]."

Everyone was shocked, as expected of a man who has the entry of [Quick Resurrection], the experience of fancy killing is really rich.

For the third time, Ner'zhul, who died violently twice, finally learned his lesson.

As soon as he was resurrected in the dream, he ran into Silent Hill like hell, looking for the so-called safe zone.

He was not too small, so he found a toilet. When he opened the door with the sound of dripping water with trembling hands, he saw another corpse covered in thorns and wire.

"Dang!" The alarm bell rang again.

The corpse in front of him was a fraud on the spot.

Despite the horror in his heart, Ner'zhul's first reaction was to beat the corpse.

Do not laugh!

Orcs have different brain circuits. Anyone who can get along well with orcs is a muscular man. Goudan is an exception. Goudan also became stronger after eating evil fast food.

In addition to being a shaman, Ner'zhul is very attractive with his tendons.

Even in the Silent Hill world, where he's turned into a weak orc drudgery, he's still relatively capable of fighting.

The neck of the corpse was broken in a few strokes, 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 weights being dragged across the floor.

The door of the toilet was severely smashed, and a human with a huge triangular conical metal head above the neck appeared.

To be honest, Ner'zhul didn't know whether to call this thing a human.

Its naked upper body exposed extremely strong muscles, but the muscles were covered with dust, and the blood all over its body was mixed with horrible wounds. The wounds were even rotten, with maggots crawling on them.

Ner'zhul stepped up.

The opponent displayed more extreme violence than the former Great Chief Blackhand and Orgrim. The huge metal machete was a full two meters long. With just one swing, Ner'zhul saw the cross-section of his lower body.

Huh?
what is this?
My bowels and spine?

If this is the imminent death, perhaps it is not so terrible. The triangle head dragged Ner'zhul's upper body like this, and when he was still conscious, he pressed his head into the toilet...

"Ahhhh——" Ner'zhul died violently three times in the nightmare, and was resurrected three times. The completely real pain tortured his not-so-strong mind: "Ancestor! Who is it? Who? Is Medivh's undead tormenting me? Why?"

He found that he had no choice this time, and he went directly into this empty and quiet town.

The terrible nightmare firmly grasped his heart.

At some point, his mind became numb.

It’s just that many things have been imprinted into the deepest part of the soul. For example, as soon as he heard the sound of the machete scraping the ground, Ner’zhul would instinctively become incontinent, and then turn around without thinking about anything—fleeing in the opposite direction past.

If he can really retain all the memories, maybe he will become a real player and completely get through this dream of "Silent Hill".

It's a pity that from the very beginning, sand sculpture players have reached this point.

The biggest feature of dreams is that after waking up, the dreamed things will become blurred.

This is the protective mechanism of the brain, and it is also where sand sculpture players make precise use of it.

Ner'zhul would not have the chance to clearly remember what happened at each point in time, and what remained in his mind were only vague fragments, forebodings, and darkest fears.

In the mildly cold weather in late February, the land is already green.

McDonald took a group of beautiful girls to lead a spring outing in Andorhal under the banner 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 this resurrection.

[Dead Space] or [Escape]?
(End of this chapter)