League of Legends: Chasing Beauty Song

Being rational means that the werewolf's nature should still be good. Rorschach did not rush to take action. He looked at the werewolf lying on the ground, with the blood red in his eyes fading and becoming human, and asked: "You are not Mrs. Vastaya Vol, judging from some of your physical characteristics, you should be a human being who has been transformed?"

Warwick shook his head blankly and said: "I don't understand what you are talking about, Mrs. Vol. In my memory, I am just a person with two lovely daughters..."

Warwick's intermittent answers probably outlined a somewhat vague past.

From the outside, Warwick is just a beast, but buried under his furious appearance is a human mind - a retired gang member who wants to turn over a new leaf. But no matter where he escapes, he can never escape the sins he committed in the past.

The memory of those days would occasionally flash through Warwick's mind, but in the end, they were inevitably completely forgotten, replaced by the burning memories of his time on Singed's laboratory table. The face of the crazy alchemist appeared before him, lingering.

Warwick's world was a cloud of pain. He couldn't remember how he fell into Singed's hands, and all the memories before the pain began were vague. The scientist patiently transformed him, implanted a drug pump and a catheter, and injected alchemical substances into his blood vessels, seeking the eternal pursuit of every alchemist: the transformation of essence.

The alchemical substances injected into Warwick's blood vessels by the drug pump strengthened his self-healing ability, so that Singed could gradually and painfully reshape this person. During the experiment, one of Warwick's hands was completely broken, but Singed not only reattached his hand, but also installed a more powerful pneumatic steel claw enhancement for him, allowing Warwick to gradually unleash his true potential.

Warwick's back was equipped with an alchemical reservoir, which was integrated with his nervous system. Whenever he felt anger, hatred, or fear, the reservoir would push liquid anger into his blood vessels through a drug pump, completely awakening the beast in his subconscious.

He was forced to endure everything, endure every cut of the alchemist's scalpel. Singed told him with a smile that pain was indispensable. Pain would be a "powerful catalyst" for his final transformation.

Although the alchemical substance strengthened Warwick's body's self-healing ability, allowing him to withstand most physical injuries, his spirit collapsed under the endless pain.

Warwick had a hard time recalling past memories. He could only see blood. But he could remember a little girl's scream. He couldn't understand the content of the scream. It sounded like a name.

He had forgotten his name. He thought it was okay.

Pain quickly devoured all other thoughts. Only blood remained.

Although the operation on the stone platform left him physically and mentally damaged, Warwick's body had a severe rejection reaction to the alchemical substance that caused the mutation. The tears no longer flowed from his eyes, but venom.

He coughed up all the caustic mucus burning in his chest, which immediately burned mottled holes on the laboratory floor. The cold steel bound him to the laboratory table. He endured hours of severe pain, struggling, twisting, and finally collapsing completely.

Later, he appeared on a pile of dead bodies, looking like he had been dead for a long time. In those vague memories, he found Singed and wanted revenge, but the alchemist controlled him again and asked him to hunt for his own experiments.

And Seraphine was the latest task given to him by Singed.

Memories are always painful. The short memories made Warwick's head split, and his clear eyes glowed red again.

"Kill me..." Warwick shouted at Rorschach at the moment when his reason left again.

Rorschach still didn't speak. In Seraphine's puzzled eyes, Rorschach sang an ancient song. With the tune of the song, an ice-blue halo appeared on the werewolf's body.

The werewolf's erected hair slowly softened, and the scarlet eyes regained their calmness again.

Warwick, who regained his sanity again, widened his eyes, looked at the person in front of him, and asked, "What did you do to me?"

"I gave you a permanent calm halo, which can keep you sane all the time. Of course, the premise is that you don't give up your sanity on your own initiative," Rorschach said with a smile.

"That song?" Seraphine, who was curled up on the side, asked carefully. She could tell the current situation. This werewolf didn't seem to be a bad guy. He was just being used by others, and now he has regained his sanity. As for this young man who looked about the same age as himself, it seemed that he came to save himself.

"Yes," Rorschach nodded, glanced at Seraphine, and asked, "You are not injured, are you?"

"No!" Seraphine shook her head and said, "I was just scared to death..." (To read the novel, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

"I'm sorry!" Warwick stood up and looked at Seraphine apologetically.

"It's okay," Seraphine shook her head and said, "I heard your story, and you were also used."

Rorschach was a little confused. This woman's nerves were big enough. She fainted just now, but now she has regained her sanity and forgiven the culprit who made her suffer so badly.

"Sir, what song was it just now? Why is there a magical power?" Seraphine also stood up. Her beautiful skirt was a little dirty, but she didn't seem to be very uncomfortable in such an environment.

"This is the ability of the shaman priest, a kind of blessing war song," Rorschach explained, "It can restrain violent thoughts, soothe the restless mind, and can give the recipient a calm aura to keep it rational, but the aura is time-limited, but my situation is special, and the low-level auras I apply are permanent."

"Shaman priest?" Seraphine was stunned for a long time, her brainNo matter how hard he thought, he could not find any information about this word, so he could not help but ask: "What is it, why have I never heard of it?"

Warwick also looked at Rorschach with curiosity. He had never heard of this term either.

"A profession that existed thousands of years ago and has existed for thousands of years. It has been in decline for a long time. It is normal that you have not heard of it." Rorschach found it difficult to explain to the two people what a shaman is. That period of history is too long and too heavy. He could only explain it simply: "It is a kind of priesthood born under the primitive religion of the Vastaya people."

"It's amazing. It's actually in the form of singing." As a singer, Seraphine naturally envied this kind of thing.

"You are also using singing to heal people's hearts. Different paths lead to the same goal," Rorschach said with a smile. []

Seraphine was actually a little embarrassed. Her little face blushed and she lowered her head.

"You are in a state of maintenance most of the time now. What are your plans?" Rorschach looked at the cyberpunk-style werewolf and asked.

"I don't know either. I don't know who I am, and I don't know where I live..." Warwick said sadly.

Hearing this, both of them were silent for a long time. Rorschach said, "Come with me. I'll take you to a place where you can live temporarily. When you have thought about your future plans, you can do your things!"

"Okay!" Warwick believed Rorschach without hesitation. .