Sword and Magic and Taxi

Wadsworth had a dream, a dream of something very long ago. He has a bricklayer's father and a washerwoman's mother. From birth, he was destined to serve the lord for the rest of his life, just like his parents, so from the age of four, he went to the hound house to take care of the animals there.

I still remember that one year, the lord was besieged by the enemy in the castle, and eight months later, the winter wind came as expected with uncontrollable hunger. Despite several attempts to break through the siege, and even though a few waves of messengers were sent out, it seemed impossible to clear the siege. The lord who besieged outside knew that he had a chance to win, and only waited for the people in the city to starve to death before he could take over the land.

There was no more food, and the falling snow became the only thing that moved in the wall. Wadsworth was huddled in his parents' arms, with a weak body temperature behind him, and there was heavy snow outside the window. He felt that he was about to freeze to death and starve to death. For the first time, the threat of death came to his mind so clearly.

"Hey, wake up, it won't be good to sleep over!"

Wadsworth opened his eyes, looked at the face not far away, and had no intention of saying anything. He was still trapped in the terrible cold, and his strength was continuously drawn away by the cold. Raising his hand, the ruddy and clean skin was gone, only the old wrinkled skin with frost hanging on it. I believe that my appearance has also grown old, and wrinkles and age spots must be all over my head.

"Wadsworth, how do you feel? Have you calmed down?"

"I still want to pinch you to death. How did I know... No, you came to me. I'm so unlucky." Wadsworth spit blood on the ground, before it fell to the ground, it became Ice chips. "What good is it for you if I am dead? Don't you want to know my knowledge?"

"In fact, I probably understand that tree escape, tearing souls, fusion and assimilation are nothing more than these things." Zhao Mai shook his head: "No, Wadsworth, I have nothing to do with what I was like before becoming you. Interest. Arrogant to lose oneself, greedy without restraint."

"You're right." Wadsworth said with a cold tooth in his teeth and clasped his knees tightly: "I just dreamed of the feeling of death, a feeling of nostalgia... How many years have passed since I merged with Mangrove Is there no fear and awe of death? It seems that I have not dreamed for many years. Mike, thank you, at least in the dream I saw my parents again and felt the warmth of their bodies."

"Dream of death...parents...your parents?"

"Oh, they have passed away long ago, no illness or disaster, but the end of life, I will take care of them until the end." Wadsworth said with a nostalgic expression: "I remember, my mother blamed me for not getting married and having children before she died. She was worried that I would be lonely. It was from that time that I had the idea of ​​being cloned, and then the tree escape accident."

"Have you recovered your memory?"

"In fact, I have recovered a long time ago. I just don't want to tell you." Wadsworth shook his head and said, "Stop this **** cold wind. I have calmed down. If I don't turn it off, I will freeze. dead."

"Oh, I think it's almost done too." Zhao Mai breathed a sigh of relief, and the power of ice stopped immediately. It will take a while for the temperature to rise, but Wadsworth immediately feels a lot easier. He looked at the chain on his wrist, it had been frozen into iron bumps, but it still bound him tightly.

Zhao Mai opened his palm to Wadsworth, closed his eyes and felt it carefully. "Your soul is still very strong, always exuding influence on others. However, the natural force of your body is restored, and it is slightly higher than the surrounding environment, which is considered to be the normal level of the druid." He tugged with his left hand. The shackles of war were thrown off the ice, untied from Wadsworth's wrist and returned to Zhao Mai's palm. "I suggest you maintain your current state for a period of time, find the fulcrum of your past life from your memory, and then consider restoring the level of the natural force."

"You have untied the shackles of the war, don't you worry that I will teleport away now, and then I will never find it again?"

"I told you that I am not very interested in your knowledge. If you want to say it, I will refer to it at most, and I will never go back to your wrong old path." Zhao Mai shrugged: "I used to The way of fusion makes you like that, so naturally you have to treat you responsibly and recover. Now you are almost healed, and if you run away, I won’t look for you everywhere—that’s not my responsibility.”

Wadsworth nodded: "It's fair, I believe you. Now I am listening, how can the powerful force of nature make me abnormal, Mr. Physician?"

"I have a theory about immortality." Zhao Mai said to Wadsworth: "You and I are both human beings, and are constrained by death. Regardless of whether you want this problem or not, the length of life is always there. It affects our way of thinking. If one day, lifespan is no longer a problem, people don’t know how to think. Buttock decides the head, and it’s no longer dead. But it’s a big event, people’s thinking and thinking patterns can’t change. Quick. So whether you become a lich, become an element, become a tree, or drink an eternal potion, it will affect people’s thinking and gradually drive people crazy. Maybe it’s not crazy, but you can’t use the past. ’S life philosophy, oneself will fall into contradiction."

"This...this is indeed a contradiction." Wadsworth nodded in agreement: "You are right. I haven't felt the threat of death for a long, long time. To a large extent I don't care about time or myself~www .NovelMTL.com~ That’s why it doesn’t matter if I slept in the ground happily. I wouldn’t wake up at all if the biggest clone hadn’t been taken away. But since it’s immortal, what should I do? My process is irreversible.

"Since all immortality can lead to madness, madness leads to loss of self, and loss of self is not death?" Zhao Mai said with a smile: "So, I think eternal life is just postponing death, and sooner or later it will be there. I don’t know which day will be mad, just like I don’t know which day will die, maintaining this kind of thought can replace the status of death in the thinking mode and remain normal after eternal life."

"Your method is so quibble..." Wadsworth thought for a while, then suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed. He laughed endlessly, with a sense of self-deprecating laughter.

"You just keep yourself like this? Is there no difference from the previous changes?"

"Of course I have. I have to keep looking for things to keep myself busy, keep improving and keep interested, because I am more apprehensive than before." Zhao Mai said: "I thought that if one day I went crazy, it would be so hard to kill. Difficult demon, I shudder myself."

Suddenly, Wadsworth also fought a cold war, and seemed to recall the terrible thing that had just happened.