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Heroes that have appeared so farᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ Source Project Super Mordekaiser, Psychic Agent Victor, Source Project Silas, Blood Harbor Ghost Pike, Demon Baron Ryze, Soul Lock Warden Thresh

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It's really beautiful. The author's depiction of the human heart is meticulous, especially when describing the Calabash Boy to save the Transformers, Sun Wukong's inner excitement and fear are vividly expressed. Personally, I think Wu Song was right to kill Qiao Feng? If Jia Baoyu hadn't stopped Zhang Wuji, how could Yang Guo's hand be chopped off by Guan Yu? Neither could Zhuge Liang. Shangsi Guoya and Linghu Chong occupy the mountain as king, etc. All in all, the plot of this book is interesting, the characters are vivid, the system is clear, there are many foreshadowings, the fighting scenes are like being on the scene, and the character description of the protagonist is very good, especially the paragraphs about Snow White causing trouble in the Heavenly Palace, Zhang Fei and Li Kui sworn to pay homage to the Second Master Guan and go to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures. The passages are particularly detailed. I think Cao Cao said to the terminator: "Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people into poverty." This section describes the emotional changes of the characters very well. There is also a section where Xiong Da goes to catch the Pleasant Goat and is blocked by Big Big Wolf. The scene where Zhang Fei peeks at the Lord's bath is very expressive. The overall beginning of the article is simple and appropriate, and the description of the environment is used to set off the character's mood, which is very artistic. The beginning of the article is novel and has the effect of taking the lead. This allows readers to have a good impression of the characters as soon as they meet them. Engaging and engaging for readers. The combination of points and aspects makes the article vivid, specific and appropriately detailed. The language of the article is vivid and rich, and it is highly readable. The beginning is extraordinary and attracts readers. The beginning is touching and has real feelings. The explanation at the beginning of the article is very clear and serves as a guide to the entire article. The article's selection of materials is novel and arouses readers' desire to read on.

Analyze this book in one sentence: travel through Marvel to become a villain. When values ​​are inconsistent with others, the first choice is to solve others' problems. No matter what you do, killing is the first element, followed by the system and profit. Perhaps the only highlight of this book is the systematic LOL hero lottery. Let's just say it was behind the scenes. There was no sense of having wisdom in hand and winning a battle thousands of miles away. It may be said that it is a refreshing article, but it is constrained by its limitations. Reading rating: two stars. There is no rating above because I am afraid it will be deleted.

The setting of Source Plan Mordekaiser is that the security personnel created by Source Plan Company are urban management officers, not powerful creatures like the main alliance universe. As an alliance player, I still know this very well.

A raised fist. A burst of necromantic energy emerged. In front of him, the spire of the last tall tower began to take shape, and dark smoke was seeping into the black iron. Mordekaiser stared at his territory with evil pride in his heart. Mitna Rachen-his underworld was finally built. Once upon a time, he stood here, a mortal soul facing total annihilation. And now, the kingdom he forged with his own hands is spreading before his eyes. Satisfied, he walked down the mountain towards his fortress. Every stone under your feet was made by his hand. The battlements and barriers are also shaped by cruel magic and iron will. Where there was once nothing, Mordekaiser created a world of his own - a realm where all souls will dwell forever and never fade away. Thane U'zul blinked and looked around. Doubts abound and my mind is empty. I'm dead. The thought passed by like a whisper in the wind. When he gradually understood the reality, at a certain moment, a sadness surged into his heart and then dissipated. Rumbling laughter rose from his belly, flowed through his body, flooded his chest, and poured out like a waterfall. Very good. Thane U'zul looked into the distance, looking for the avenue leading to the Hall of Bones, looking for the attendants who came to welcome him into eternity. He became more and more excited at the thought of meeting all the great predecessors of the conquerors. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but mist. Thane U'zul took a step forward - and looked down at his feet in surprise. Sand - Coarse gravel swims underfoot. There were garbled voices in the distance, but they were too weak to make out the words. Unreasonable. He strode towards the wasteland, determined to find the truth. Time passes and is hard to count. Confusion coalesces into doubt. Doubt fueled outrage. Indignation fueled fury. No. Nothing. The sea of ​​dry sand stretches endlessly. The cold voice kept whispering, scratching his mind, making him irritated and crazy. The mist remains the same-a shroud that forever envelopes everything. Did the priests lie to him? Or are they all false prophets, a bunch of mouth-talking fools who promote empty superstitions. Or maybe the judgment of the ancestors made a terrible mistake and did not admit him into the hall? These questions once gnawed at his heart. But it doesn't matter anymore. Thane U'zul knew that nothing mattered except the overwhelming fact that there was nothing here. A vast nothingness with no rewards and no promises. He slowly accepted the reality. Shadows of despair followed Sarn U'zul, hungry to devour him. But he is Sarn U'zul, conqueror of the wilderness and Lord of the Horde. He built an empire of unprecedented greatness. Throughout his life he overcame all difficulties with his will and ambition. Death is no exception. If the world of the dead does not have the kingdom I am determined to win... I will build it myself. Mordekaiser walked through the city's iron gates. This was built after the construction of the Immortal Fortress, the seat of his throne during his lifetime, was completed. He walked across the avenue and entered the main hall. Before his eyes stood his throne. Endless noises surrounded him, and the cries of souls rose and fell one after another, forming an evil chorus of pain. And Mordekaiser didn't seem to hear it - like the sound of metal tapping in the camp, or the sound of boots stepping on the gravel during the march - it was so ordinary that it had no right to attract his attention. After all, all qualified souls are already waiting in the hall, and no one dares to speak. That's how it should be. Mordekaiser walked to his throne. The tome floats peacefully above the pedestal, intact. There were splashes of blood everywhere, looking out of place. The last living mage, his eyebrows were soaked in blood. He raised a hand tremblingly. Tiny flames danced at his fingertips-one last spell, one last desperate effort. Mordekaiser couldn't help but feel very interested: "Mortal, this magic will only devour you. Your precious book will not be saved." The mage struggled to say a few words: "I'm not important. As long as you are not allowed to take away the secret book." A ball of hot blue fire erupted from the mage's fingertips, engulfing the tall iron-armored wraith. Heat coursed up the mage's arm, constantly eating away at his flesh and blood. But the mage gritted his teeth and persisted. Mordekaiser took a step forward, and the black armor blocked the flames and did not touch the secret book. The hammer in his hand, Ye Yun, which everyone feared, flashed green light quickly. The flames cracked the rock and melted the bodies of other mages. But Mordekaiser was unmoved. The mage finally exhausted his energy and knelt on the ground. The body is broken and the breathing is shallow and rapid. He was still chanting weak prayers, praying for greater magic power. If Mordekaiser still had a flesh-and-blood body, he would surely laugh: "Not enough faith." The mage held back a groan as Mordekaiser stepped closer. He squinted at Wraith and made a sound in his parched throat. "You won't get what you want! A savage beast can never understand the spiritual code and-" The mace swings. There was a crisp sound. Another stream of blood joined the pool of blood in the room. Another mage - the thirteenth - fell to the ground. Mordekaiser laughed like thunder. "You mistakenly believe that cruelty means stupidity." He looked at the room strewn with corpses and read a string of words in the indescribable language of the dead. The living are sad Take off your flesh and blood and it's all mine He lit Ye Yun on the ground. The light on the hammer became brighter, as if it was breathing. Thirteen points of light rose from the corpse and then sank into the earth. Mordekaiser turned his attention to the Codex again. The tome still floated in place, spiritual magic whispering within it. Another piece of knowledge he needed for his plan. Another trophy. He stepped forward and collected his reward. The throne towered before him. The iron chair back stretches steeply upward, turning into spikes pointing toward the sky. The throne's pedestal is engraved with sharp characters in the Ochen language. The ever-present whisper now became almost a roar, hysterical and never ending. Mordekaiser put one hand on the armrest and admired his work proudly. The throne absorbed the most souls in his fortress, and its wails were as sweet as music to his ears. Mordekaiser seemed to remember something. He summoned Ye Yun. With one blow, the throne was shattered into pieces. Hundreds of souls were released, whirling in the hall, and then gradually dissipated. Mordekaiser watched them disappear into nothingness, feeling a cruel pleasure in his heart. Only mortals burdened by flesh and blood, birth, old age, sickness and death need a throne. And he was... Much more than that. He stepped onto the messy scrap metal and looked across the magnificent hall. The generals who were eligible to be killed by him during his lifetime were now on standby. No one flinched or moved without his orders. Now, his kingdom is ready for growth. Mordekaiser stepped out of the hall and walked toward the heart of the fortress, the core of his power and wisdom. Make your way to the ruins that connect Mitna Rachen to the mortal realm. Toward the secret core of the Immortal Fortress's true purpose. During his lifetime, he considered himself a great conqueror and fought all his life just to enter the eternal palace. What a small, pathetic, mortal ambition! But where others dully accepted death as the final outcome, he turned it into the starting point of his own true crusade. But now, he could clearly distinguish every whisper echoing here without any noise. Now, the magic of death flows through him. Now, the secrets he gathered from hidden corners of the world after his death are also within his grasp. Few people can possess the magic power of the underworld, spiritual realm and mortal world at the same time like him. He will reshape the world on every plane with his iron will. It's time to return to the world of the living. All souls in Runeterra are looking forward to it. Mordekaiser raised Nightfall with one hand. Thus began his reign.

He must be a new author. His writing is okay. The subject matter of heroes from LOL to Marvel is quite attractive, but the character of the protagonist is a bit strange. He has just served in the army and retired. This kind of three views and personality are quite incomprehensible. Then there are the summoned heroes. The dignified Tetsuo wrote it like a silly big dog. Let's practice it.

How is this guy going to write? Do you have any ideas? [Emot=default,52/]

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