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 They call me the monarch of the dead, the eternal life, the trample of all things, the soul screamer, the war whipper.
 They say that I control all spirits, tear my fate, break the shackles, and oppress all beings.
 They satirized me to use blood as a bait to weave the end of the world with famine and war.
 They vilified me for using fear as a sword, and interpreted the end of the dusk with cruelty and indifference.
 They described me as bringing destruction, hatred, anger, spreading despair, wanton arrogance, refusing to be confused, and arrogance.
 They are just a group of cowards. When I arrived, they could only hide in their dens and tremble, no matter the warrior or the king, in the shadow of all things I raised, or kneel down! Either die!
 But they are right, this is me…
 This is… the undead king of Azeroth!
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 Merlin awoke from the sound of fate, he saw this new world:
 Steel has not yet awakened, and the glory of God’s domain is flying. In the cold glacier, the righteous man of God watches alone.
 The orphan is still wandering, and the child has not returned home. On the turbulent ocean tide, the Queen of the Abyss is hard to tell.
 Thugs chase north and chase north, Tinder saves hope. Beyond the faint stars, the soul of the data is blankly examined.
 The king is still asleep, and the Titan myth is dead. In the unknown world, the darkness of the exotic land is quietly hidden.
 In the intertwined story, can he see the future clearly?
 The shadow of loyalty dies in flames. 
 The rekindled flame lighted in the shadows.
 This is the game of the gods, the story of the night, the life of Merlin, and the legend of the shadow.
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