Wang Wu crossed.

    Wang Wu is an ordinary college student. When playing games at home one day, he passed through inexplicably.

    Wang Wu just yawned. As soon as his eyes closed and opened, he came to the different world from his bedroom.

    Wang Wu stood blankly and came to a strange place from his bedroom for a moment, which made him a little overwhelmed.

    Around, a group of ragged strong men are holding old weapons. In the distance, there is a tall and strong wall. The wall is full of spectators. There are bursts of shouts, cheers and screams of the audience and the shouts and screams of the surrounding strong men.

    All these scenes are too surreal for Wang Wu to understand.

    Wang Wu blinked and was about to scratch his head habitually, but noticed that he also had a broken shield and a half broken one handed sword in his hand. When he looked more carefully, he found that his body was no longer the familiar body at this time.

    Wang Wu couldn''t react and muttered to himself.

    "Well, what''s going on?"

    Before Wang Wu thought about what had happened, and before he knew his surroundings, he heard a deafening roar coming from his side.

    The sound is incomparably shocking and frightening, which is several times more terrible than the roar of beasts such as tigers and lions.

    Wang Wu felt his heart stop beating for a moment.

    Then, before he looked back, he felt a great force coming.

    "Bang!"

    Wang Wu felt a sharp pain behind him. The whole man also took off, and his ears were buzzing.

    "Oh, ah, ah, ah!"

    After the most painful blow since he was born, Wang Wu screamed in pain. He felt that his body had flown far in the air before falling to the ground.

    After falling to the ground, Wang Wu rolled for several circles before stopping. His face became distorted because of pain, and his mouth, ears, nose and eyes were bleeding.

    "What''s the matter? What happened?"

    "Was I hit by a car?"

    "I can''t open my eyes. My body doesn''t listen!"

    Wang Wu fell to the ground and struggled in a panic. He wanted to get up, but he couldn''t move.

    Wang Wu, who was unable to move, finally opened his eyes. Unfortunately, his vision was too blurred to see anything clearly.

    "Call an ambulance. I had an accident!"

    "Where is this? Don''t I play games at home?"

    "I''ll be fine. I''ll be fine!"

    Wang Wu couldn''t move and couldn''t see clearly. He had to think about things in his mind to distract his attention and alleviate the pain.

    With the passage of time, the signs of life disappeared from Wang Wu''s body bit by bit.

    At the beginning, Wang Wu could feel the sharp pain from his body and hear the cries around him. Slowly, Wang Wu felt that his body was no longer painful. No, he should have completely lost consciousness.

    The sound from my ears was getting smaller and smaller, and gradually my consciousness began to blur. In front of me, the horse lantern began to flash through all kinds of scenes in my life.

    "I don''t want to die!"

    "Don''t die!"

    "Are you kidding me? How can I die like this!"

    Inexplicably came to a strange place and died inexplicably. Wang Wu roared in his heart.

    "I haven''t made a girlfriend yet"

    "Are you kidding?"

    "I haven''t been filial to my parents"

    "I don''t want to die!".

    Wang Wu kept shouting in his heart. He was unwilling!

    The inner cry had no effect. The lantern flashed to the end, the vision finally became dark, and no sound could be heard in my ears.

    Nothing can be done except thinking, nothing exists except thinking, and even thinking gradually becomes slow.

    "Is this death? It''s so quiet. Is there really reincarnation? Does heaven and hell exist?"

    In the absolute silence, Wang Wu finally realized that he was going to die soon. No, he should be dead, but his consciousness could exist for a little longer!

    "Even go to hell, even reincarnation as an ant. Don''t let the soul dissipate completely! I don''t want to disappear!"

    Wang Wu believes in atheism and has no religious belief at all, but at this time, he still hopes that there are really six samsara, heaven and hell in this world.

    It was such a terrible thing to completely disappear from the world. Wang Wu became more and more aware of the fear of death.

    Slowly, Wang Wu felt that it was more and more difficult to think, just when Wang Wu''s thinking wanted to stop completely.

    “x#@￥”。

    A cry was heard dimly.

    “X#^？”

    “*￥%@！”。

    Then came a few more sounds.

    "I don''t understand. What are you talking about?"

    I don''t know where the voice came from, and I don''t know who was shouting what he didn''t understand, but I can feel the strong reluctance in this person''s words.

    "Who is he? Why is he shouting so heartbreaking? Forget it, it doesn''t matter!"

    At this time, Wang Wu felt extremely hard to think. He had accepted his fate of death and began to pray for the possibility of reincarnation.

    “￥*@#*%！！！”

    The shouting that I couldn''t understand echoed in my mind, which made Wang Wu''s thinking unable to calm down.

    “#￥%…@！”

    Strange voices kept shouting.

    “￥%……*！”

    "I can''t understand what I said. If everyone else is dying, can''t you be quiet? It''s so noisy!"

    Finally, Wang Wu couldn''t help but want to make the voice quiet.

    "Ding, system activation!"

    For a moment, Wang Wu''s thinking became active again, his brain began to work again, and Wang Wu''s vision brightened again.

    —————————

    The northern defense line of the kingdom of Chiat was broken by the orcs, and a large number of territories were occupied. The displaced refugees had to leave their homes and began to flee.

    On the way from the kingdom of Chiat to the border of the kingdom of lukanir.

    A strong middle-aged man was walking in the wilderness with a thin child on his back, followed by a boy less than ten years old.

    The clothes on the three men were ragged, and there were a lot of blood on the strong man.

    The child lying on the strong man closed his eyes, breathed rapidly, and his cheeks were red. It seemed that he was ill.

    The older child seemed so tired that he fell on the flat ground.

    "Dad, I''m so tired. Sobbing, i... I really can''t walk!"

    The boy lay on the ground, crying and complaining. He was really tired.

    The strong man looked back with a sad expression on his face. He was very tired, not to mention a child, but the youngest son''s condition could not be delayed, and they couldn''t stop to have a rest.

    The strong man squatted down and gently comforted, "Harold, hold on a little longer, we will soon arrive at the kingdom of lucanier. There''s no need to go there. Hold on!"

    The strong man held the little son behind him with one hand and stroked the eldest son''s head with the other.

    Harold wiped away his tears and asked with a cry, "Dad, will we not have to go hungry when we arrive in the kingdom of lucanier?"

    "Is mom waiting for us there?"

    The strong man was stunned for a moment, tears crossed his eyes, tried to put on a smiling face and replied to his son, "well, your mother has prepared dinner for us."

    "When you get there, everything will get better. You don''t have to go hungry or get cold. Everything will get better, for sure! So try harder and don''t stop here."

    "Well, I see."

    After listening to his father''s words, the boy stood up and followed his father again.

    He didn''t notice his father''s tears. His mother was gone forever. The boy might have to be a little older to understand.

    Although the strong man and the boy worked hard, they still didn''t beat death.

    Two hours before reaching the village on the edge of lukanir Kingdom, the child on his back swallowed his last breath.

    The father could only bury his little son in a small mound with tears in his eyes and move on with his sobbing son Harold.

    The act of burying the youngest son is meaningless, but burying it hastily in the mound can''t avoid the smell of wild animals. It won''t take long for the child''s body to be dug out and eaten by scavengers.

    Father took Harold to a village. Although the villagers sympathized with the father and son and the village head was willing to help them, the village Lord didn''t want to see the refugees from other countries.

    Seeing their dirty clothes, the Lord frowned disgustingly and waved to drive them away.

    The strong man knelt down and kowtowed and asked the Lord to accept them. However, the LORD was not moved. Instead, he impatiently called the guard, beat the man and drove them away.

    Next, my father took Harold and wandered around the kingdom of lukanir for several years.

    Finally, I saw the right time and joined a new territory lacking manpower.

    Finally, he had a stable residence. His father and harlot worked very hard to reclaim land and build villages. Finally, they successfully obtained a large piece of land use right from the Lord.

    After all the grain was planted, the harvest was quite good, and the rest was enough for the father and son to live.

    During the slack season, my father also took Harold hunting. He could sell his prey for a lot of money. Over the years, he slowly accumulated some savings.

    The days are finally getting better.

    "In a few years we''ll be able to save enough money for Harold to get a beautiful and capable wife!"

    My father imagined the future happily. After experiencing all kinds of pain, he finally had the idea of looking forward to happiness.

    Unfortunately, it didn''t last long. The village was destroyed soon after Harold came of age.

    The Lord of the newly developed territory is a newborn little aristocrat. The armed forces are not enough and the surrounding is not safe. A Warcraft invasion destroyed the whole territory, and even the Lord''s castle was broken.

    His father was bitten to death by Warcraft, and Harold escaped with the Lord and the guard.

    The LORD was not a good man. He sold Harold to the slave merchant halfway.

    Harold can''t read, can''t do housework, has a stupid brain and is very dull, but he is very strong. He does some unskilled heavy physical work better than his father.

    Harold is more than two meters tall and weighs two or three hundred kilograms. He has trained his muscles through years of hard work. He feels more like a soldier with amazing strength than an ordinary farmer.

    How strong can a farmer sell for? And a soldier with amazing strength is at least dozens of times that of the former!

    After thinking about it, the slave merchant thought it was too wasteful to sell Harold only as a coolie, and decided to sell Harold to the arena.

    Anyway, the arena will die every day. Even if Harold is killed in the battle, 80% of the arena will think that the opponent who killed Harold is too strong to blame him as a slave merchant.

    However, it needs a little packaging, but it can''t be too easy for the arena to see Harold''s strengths and weaknesses.

    As for how to pack it, Harold was cut with wounds of various sizes. The wounds were very shallow. After applying special medicine, they soon healed and formed many scary scars.

    Don''t say, this package, coupled with Harold''s good-looking figure, the arena really thought that Harold was a tough man. He made a lot of money after spending 50 gold coins.

    Then Harold became a new gladiator in the arena, but I don''t know why he died inexplicably just the first time he went to the arena, and then he was worn by Wang wusoul.