Two hundred and fifty million years later, in the Age of Light, in a certain tavern. At that time, I raised the knife with one hand, and with a scrape sound, I chopped off the attacking death knight under the horse, and the blood spurted out, splashing the goddess of light. What's the matter? The goddess was still a child at the time, she was carved in pink and jade, she was extremely cute, but she was also impressed by my bravery, and she was so scared that she burst into tears! What happened in the dark age three million years ago , Believe in you, I have seen the undead! —— A historical story of another world witnessed, experienced, and participated by a person who is constantly resurrected.