Good news, you've traveled through time. Bad news, you've traveled to Azeroth, a world where the undead are as numerous as dogs and demons roam everywhere. Good news, you're in Stormwind City, 18 years after the Black Gate, where the undead are still far away. Bad news, you're a starving refugee in the Western Wilds. Good news, you still have a kitchen knife, which makes you a little stronger than Brother Chongba's starter. Bad news, the howling of gnolls can be heard all around. Good news, in Stormwind City not far away, there's a black dragon sister whose thighs you can hug. Bad news, how to make her not spit out a mouthful of dragon fire on you first. This chapter of the book ends.

This is a story about a Nord barbarian who meets an ambitious man. Emhyr: To stop the white frost, I must conquer the whole world! Arthur: Come on, you can't even take down Cintra. Vilgefortz: If I get the Ancient Blood, I will be the king of all worlds! Arthur: If you want to use magic, then use magic. If you want to practice stick fighting, then practice stick fighting. You always like to mix them up. It's a miracle that you can still live today. Islinne: The world will die in the frost, and only the elves will be reborn... Arthur: The most annoying thing is you guys who pretend to be gods. Look at the sticks!

[Let characters from different worlds be hunters to save the world!]

There are always monsters that transcend common sense in the world. They are either the center of the ecology or the destroyer of the ecology. Monster hunters will appear at such times.

The so-called hunters are strong, righteous and brave, and are the guardians of the natural ecology... unless they encounter some special circumstances.

Hunters, unite and love (justice gang up)

Hunters, be strong and unyielding (unlimited cat cars)

Hunters, protect the environment (collection addiction)

Come and join our monster hunting gathering! You are the next monster hunter to protect nature!

Jotaro: Kaz! A cloud-piercing arrow, thousands of troops come to meet! Your next sentence is...

Shield Hero: The heavy crossbow is a turn-based game

. Kazuma: As a swordsman! No cat car is victory!

A pile of meat paste that the Elu cats just dug out from the monster's stomach was pulled back to the camp by the colorful dazzling cat car, and quickly turned back into Nie Chiwu's appearance in the camp.

Nie Chiwu: Unlimited cat cars and unyielding are the real way of fighting! I will go to that guy's mouth and die again, and let the Felyne cats beat him to vomit again... This is the strongest

(In the early and middle stages, you will be in the Alliance, with two identities, and a semi-dark style. In the later stages, when you have strength, you will become a pure dark style.)

Zhao Feng, who was thrown into another world by a dump truck on a rainy night, became the most humble ant in the Pokémon world - a sixteen-year-old orphan. His only asset was a shabby house that even caterpillars were unwilling to live in.

While his peers were basking in the spotlight at the gym, he clutched an expired sandwich from the convenience store, peeking at the dazzling world at the junction of neon lights and shadows.

Until the blood words appeared on the retina: [Elf Hunter System Activated]

The first mission made his pupils tremble - stealing the elves from Dr. Li Xiang's research institute.

A ghost hunter at the top of the Dark Web's bounty list, a faceless VIP at the black market auction house, a forever blurred silhouette on the Alliance's wanted list... Zhao Feng danced on the tightrope. A Charizard burned through half the black market, carving a bloody path for him, a giant black Beedrill piercing the Stalker's throat...

Under the bloody dawn, the boy and his "stolen" elves tear apart the hypocritical utopia.

But the hunter will eventually understand that all the gifts of fate have already been marked with a price tag the moment the Poké Ball is snapped.

In 1408, the Timurid Khanate had fallen from its heyday, the Ottoman Empire was on the brink, the Byzantines had remained resilient for a century, and the Mamluks were trembling with fear as they recovered their lost territory. Peace seemed to have returned to the world, temporarily. However, this world was somewhat different from what Li Rufeng remembered—generals with horns, emirs with tails, sages with clairvoyance, and slaves who rotted but remained immortal... Having traveled to the Timurid Khanate, Li Rufeng was grateful for a cheat code for Mount & Blade II, allowing him to steadily advance as a shaman in a small steppe tribe, awaiting the right opportunity to "mount and blade" across this vast Central Asian landscape. [Note: The following appears to be unrelated and likely a separate topic.] Dear readers, I offer you a sincere chapter. Starting a new book is undoubtedly the happiest time, because it's time to dig new holes. This project is a foray into a new genre. My first book was a book-starved adventure, a mishmash of The Witcher set in the Warhammer 40k universe. The second, influenced by Cyberpunk 2077 and The Boys, aims to be a Punisher-esque story. If you're interested, check out the author's other works, "The Witcher of Games" and "I Give the World Destruction and Rebirth," on QD. This third book, "On a Young Dream," is inspired by a fictional scenario about the Roman Golden Horde posted on Bilibili. The early scenes will be set in the chaotic Timurid Empire following the death of Tamerlane the Great. Writing this story has been a self-learning exercise. Through this alternate history, I've been actively exploring the historical transformations of the Arabian Peninsula, Transoxiana, and even Central Asia from 1410 to 1500, filling in gaps in my knowledge. As for the introduction of the Faith of the Four Winds, it's purely a matter of personal interest. Some Warhammer experts have suggested that the Four Winds' name suggests a Warhammer origin, likely referring to a 40k short story describing the sudden rise of Chaos faith in a savage world. After all, introducing a completely new faith into a land already riven by religious conflict couldn't be worse, could it? Moreover, this faith carries with it truly transcendent power. How would those zealots who fought for Constantinople for centuries react? Creating a captivating, or at least intriguing, world through my keyboard is a deeply rewarding experience, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. P.S.: Finally, due to my own limitations and lack of accurate documentation, if anyone finds any historical errors in this article, please point them out and I'll promptly correct them. P.S.: The historical Turkification of the Timurid Khanate was very thorough, so the tribes I described earlier that still believed in the primitive belief of Eternal Sky probably don't exist. However, for the convenience of the subsequent plot development, I will assume that the Islamization of the Chagatai Khanate was not that serious, and that a large number of Mongol people in the Eastern Chagatai Khanate still retained respect for this primitive belief. P.S.: New books are not easy to write. If you are interested, please cast your valuable votes and feel free to leave a comment in the comment section.

The soul who traveled to the world of the Witcher wrote his own legend; (It has an intersection with Geralt and others, and was originally set in 1250. It is created based on the original novel and the world view of the game. Friends who like the Witcher can read it. The writing style may not be so delicate, please understand the shortcomings, thank you)

Why are the evil spirits outside the village lying dead in the woods? Why do the water ghosts along the river die in the Pontar River? Who performed the head transplant on Ileris? And who brought Dijkstra to his senses? Who caused the unruly villagers' houses to catch fire late at night? Why does the hard-hearted Radovid suffer from frequent diarrhea? Why does Deanshil, who dances on graves, wet his bed every night? Behind all this, is it a warped humanity or a decline in morality? Watch the documentary "A Bite of Temeria" to witness the legendary life of the outlaw chef Zhang Xun!

Lin Rui traveled through time and space, and as a savior, he came to a forest full of elves.

The complexity of this world was far beyond his imagination. Human civilization had long been extinct, men no longer existed, and women were barely surviving... and now, the orcs were ruling the continent.

Due to the destruction of the "Black Beast Group", the elves, who were all female, lost the sacred tree on which they depended for survival, and also lost their only means of reproduction.

Extinction is only a matter of time.

"For the survival of our elves, please become our king and give us your supreme and noble bloodline..."

The noble and graceful dark elf queen Olga knelt in front of Lin Rui and begged bitterly.

...Ah?

Summary: Would you like to become a succubus? Even if you'll be misunderstood and no one will read it, I'll still build a deck. It doesn't touch upon the existing world of D&D, uses a mix of settings from various editions (except for 4th edition), minimizes data, and includes some random monsters created by the author...

In 1264, the First Northern War ended and the North and the South signed an armistice.

Guided by fate, Wayne, a demon hunter from the Cat School, meets Geralt, who is eager to find his daughter.

At this time, the northern continent

The seeds of witch hunting have already grown in the court.

Conspiracies against the non-human race are being discussed in secret meetings.

But Ciri, the girl of destiny, is nowhere to be found.

The war has begun and the white frost is coming.

Our Cat School Demon Hunter Master,

With his Gwent system,

In this chaotic land,

Things are going well.