Chaotic Memories (2)

This time, he summoned a huge lizard skeleton with wings, but in Drogo's mind, another name suddenly appeared - bone dragon.

The terrifying and powerful bone dragon made the beautiful valley tremble until a handsome man, who was covered in silver light, appeared and stopped the bone dragon's rampage. He quietly sneaked into the valley and entered a beautiful house. Inside the house, there was a soft bed and a little girl sleeping soundly, completely unaware that his decayed and flesh-hanging hand had reached out to her.

That little girl was Elaine!

Drogo suddenly felt a pain in his chest and yelled, wanting to warn Elaine to run, but he couldn't make a sound. He was just a bystander.

The scene continued to play out beyond Drogo's control. The man had already appeared in a forest with Elaine. There was a place that looked like a ruined flower bed, but it was more like a mysterious altar made of stacked stones. He placed Elaine to one side and prepared some food and water for her.

Elaine seemed like she wanted to escape, but she was trapped within the confines of the small clearing, as if she was under some kind of spell. The man didn't eat or drink but did strange things, sometimes chanting, and sometimes grinding strange and disgusting things into powder and sprinkling them into the altar.

His voice was very low, wailing like a ghost, but Drogo could hear it clearly. He was performing a ritual, and at the moment when the sun was obscured by darkness and sunlight disappeared completely, he would awaken a powerful demon and gain even greater power.

Elaine was the sacrifice for his ritual.

Drogo was just a bystander, watching as the days passed by until the day arrived. The sunlight became weaker and weaker, as if it had truly been covered by darkness.

Elaine had already been thrown into the center of the altar, and a tragedy was about to happen, but Drogo couldn't stop it at all. Although Drogo inexplicably knew that after these days of ritual, this guy had become so weak that even a child with a stick could easily destroy him, there wasn't a single animal in this desolate place, let alone a human.

Just as Drogo was getting anxious, he suddenly saw a silver light appear in the sky, and within that silver light, a black shadow emerged. It was a person who suddenly fell from there and landed right on the dying necromancer who had become extremely weak.

As he watched the bones and rotten flesh shatter into pieces, Drogo felt a sense of satisfaction.

But then, Drogo saw the hero who had flown down to rescue someone, a god-like figure who was now lying on the ground like a dead dog, with Drogo's own face. The holographic film that had started inexplicably ended after the appearance of the last unlucky extra, who happened to be Drogo himself. But the real pain had just begun.

When Drogo saw his own face, all the images, all the sounds, everything distorted instantly, and turned into a torrent of information rushing into Drogo's head. The pain was beyond description, with his head feeling like it was about to split open. He let out a loud scream, clutching his head and falling backwards. But even rolling on the ground did not alleviate the pain, nor did it stop the flood of information constantly surging in his head.

After what seemed like an eternity, Drogo's twisting body finally calmed down. His chest rose and fell slowly, and his eyes widened with bloodshot veins bulging out.

"Matthew... Drogo... I am Matthew... No! I am Drogo!"

From Drogo's parched lips came a strange name, and then his body suddenly shook and he sat up. At this moment, clarity returned to his mind and all the pain vanished instantly.

But this did not bring any relief to Drogo. On the contrary, he now stared wide-eyed, feeling very confused.

"Matthew... Necromancer... Inheritance Crystal... Am I three hundred years old? What the hell is going on?"

Drogo shook his head vigorously, and the memories in his mind began to straighten out.

"Matthew was a necromancer who lived for over three hundred years... He collected many treasures and even captured a fox princess as a sacrifice to free a guy called the Underworld General from his seal. The Underworld General promised to give him even more power after his success... However, when his ritual was at its critical point, I fell from the sky and crushed him to death... As a necromancer, his power and memory were condensed into an Inheritance Crystal... a red glass ball!"

Drogo went through it all again in his mind, deliberately ignoring the long three hundred years, and realized that everything started from the glass ball he had touched in amazement before.

"You have withstood the inheritance of Matthew's memory without becoming a fool. Your will is impressive."

Drogo was just trying to figure things out and straighten out these strange memories when suddenly a voice sounded in front of him. If little girl Elaine's voice was pure to the extreme and evoked pity, this voice was absolutely seductive to the extreme, making people's bones soft.

Drogo's bones didn't really become soft, of course. He looked up suddenly...