The Witch of Comprehensive Network: From Azeroth to the Classic of Mountains and Seas

Chapter 978 Modestoke's Knowledge (One more update!)

The city turned into a vast ocean overnight...

Modestock hugged his young son, curled up on the top of this ancient clock tower built on a high mountain.

It was originally a tool room for storing and repairing the bell tower components and maintenance.

But now, it has become a shelter for the Modestock family.

At such a height, the sound of the wind, which should have been noisy, was now dominated by other movements:

That was the dull sound of waves resounding over the earth...

It is also the dark voice that represents urgent destruction and death...

The narrow and rough tool room is not very comfortable.

But for the current Modestock family, it can be regarded as a rare warm harbor.

They have decided to:

If the overturned flood floods here again.

Then they won't run away anymore...

In other words, in that case, there is no need to escape.

This is one of the most raised areas in the world.

If and when it is also completely swallowed by the flood from above the sky.

The ending of everything should also be staged here...

Modestock could feel that his son seemed to be running a fever.

Escaping day and night and the howling cold wind are quite difficult tests for adults, let alone young children?
Modestock felt deeply powerless.

This was the most helpless moment he had ever experienced so far.

At this time, because it was late at night, the exhausted wife and children had already fallen asleep

Modestock looked out through the opening for ventilation.

In that deep long night, the stars seemed to become dimmed.

Sometimes, Modestock can't help but wonder.

He wondered why he had to go through this pain again and again.

If he hadn't made such a wish at the beginning, what would he do now?

Is it a void that perishes forever, or is it in some world that belongs to the dead?

Although he has experienced an unknown number of deaths, Modestock still cannot understand the world after death.

Because in the distant past, he had accidentally obtained a chance to make a wish to the god.

And Modestock's choice is - refuse to embrace death...

As a result, he was able to gain the strength to wake up from the cold death again and again.

It's just that now it seems that this is not some kind of blessing...

Recovery after recovery, repeating the same mistakes again and again.

Mistakes that you thought you would never make again...

Those memories that were once engraved in my heart and thought to be eternal but gradually faded...

Even later, Modestock tried to chase and accumulate extraordinary power more than once.

But maybe it's because of the great difference in the world after each recovery, or maybe he really doesn't have enough talent in this area.

Until now, Modestock's most successful experience was just becoming a knight commander in a certain world through hard work and experience.

But this time the world is an era where technology dominates everything...

There is probably a better news-Modestock has learned to forget...

"It's going to get better..."

Modestock murmured holding his young son.

Perhaps compared to ordinary people, apart from the blessing of resurrection from the dead, he probably still has some differences:
Modestock found his luck, not so good, but not too bad.

Therefore, even if it is repeated again and again, until now.

He has never experienced such a catastrophic disaster as this time.

And if his not-so-bad luck still plays steadily.

Maybe everything will turn around...

Modestock could only comfort himself in this way.

It is only at such moments that he hates his own mediocrity extremely.

Just like in a certain world, one of his extremely intelligent friends once discovered the abnormality in him:
"Unfortunately, you bastard, if only you were smarter..."

"Not smart enough... eternity... may have some... long..."

Those were the last words of a friend when he was dying of illness.

He didn't have some of the things that Modestoke encountered before, and he also found some abnormalities in him, trying to deprive him of this blessing from the gods.

So even though Modestock had forgotten a lot, he still remembered that friend.

I just don't know, what kind of state should the other party be in now?

At this moment, the sound of the waves outside seemed to become more restless.

Modestock was suddenly alert.

If it was just a flood, then now, they don't need to escape so urgently.

But the danger is obviously not just the flood, but also the things that come with the flood...

"Rumble..."

Vaguely, Modestock heard the movement of the fighter plane.

It was the voice of a fellow-civilized fellow, but it did not comfort Modestock much.

Instead, his heart sank suddenly.

It seems that an "Animoc" appeared in the area where they were...

I don't know what the real names of those huge weird creatures are.

They appeared in this world together with the flood.

They should have related food chains, and soon discovered new lower-level food substitutes in this strange world.

Of course, they will not go to war for one or a few humans.

They will swallow an entire camp like a giant whale devouring a school of shrimp.

Maybe those mudstones will be excreted in some form.

Or maybe, they can also become a part of that gigantic beast.

This is also the reason why Modestoke did not take his family to the gathering place.

Like many people who are also wandering in the corner of this dangerous plateau, he is a little worried that giant beasts will be attracted there.

Modestock didn't know how many animoks were around here.

He carefully protected his sleeping son, then leaned against the wall, staring at the movement outside with his bloodshot eyes wide open.

The originally dark night in the distance was already illuminated by the light released by many artillery fires.

And in that not-so-distant memory, that hideous huge shadow also showed its wide and deep outline under the icy water.

Apparently, the gathering place has spotted this Animok that is about to attack the gathering place.

But whether it can be forced to retreat is not so easy to say...

The sound of gunfire...

The sound of the waves...

The roar of the giant beast...

Everything is like an extremely realistic epic disaster movie.

It's just that different from all viewing methods, he is now in it...

And just at this moment, something seemed to have changed beyond Modestock's knowledge.

The waters suddenly became rough!

It was as if a raging flood suddenly poured down from that icy region again!

However, the Animoke who was trying to attack the fighter plane retreated abruptly.

It's as if, in the depths of the wreckage of civilization that has been swallowed by the sea, something is calling for it...

Maybe, I should use something to write all this down.

The idea came out of nowhere in Modestock.

Carry down these absurd, heavy or light things in the form of words.

Generation after generation...

Until the diary that recorded everything was no longer able for him to memorize it completely.

Or, he no longer needs to memorize it...

(End of this chapter)