Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

As soon as the gentle words fell, Mo Xie felt a familiar fluctuation of magic.

There were only two people in the room, and it was obvious who the caster was.

A transparent barrier opened up with the two of them as the center, and an unknown magic was cast in a small area, spreading like thick fog, rendering the liquid into dreamy colors.

The magic power touched the surface of his body, causing a slight tingling sensation. Mo Xie did not use his magic power to dissolve it, but let it take effect, gradually submerging his body and distorting the scene before his eyes.

He saw Wen Li's red lips opening and closing in the whirlpool, the sound was hazy and distant, and then his consciousness was dragged backwards into a dark tunnel.

As his consciousness retreated, the inner wall of the tunnel kept changing and reorganizing, and countless fragments of memory flashed by, converging into a long river of time behind him. He was like a small boat, slowly floating on the river.

The effect of Wen Li's magic should have stopped there, but Mo Xie was not satisfied. He activated the magic power engraved in his soul and spread vitality into the long river of time. Green dots of light fell like drizzle, and the calm river water began to flow again, sending him to the bright exit at the end.

——Crash.

The waves hit the rocks, making crisp sounds.

When Moshe "opened his eyes" again, he found himself floating in the air, surrounded by soft, fluffy clouds and birds flying by at high speed.

Warm sun, clear sky, small islands along the coast, a cross-shaped castle adjacent to the forest...the scene before my eyes overlaps with that in my dream.

"let me go!"

Suddenly, a childish voice led him to the place where the incident happened.

The maids and waiters formed a semicircle, their faces full of confusion.

The black-haired boy lowered his head, his long bangs covering his face. "Don't come over here!" He shouted, shook off Boris's hand, and ran into the silent forest without looking back.

At this time, Boris still had no gray hair on his temples. He was wearing a well-tailored black tuxedo, a white shirt and clean leather shoes, and his expression was calm and steady.

He stood there, slowly lowered his arms, and watched the boy's figure disappear into the depths of the forest.

There was no doubt that the dark-haired boy was Moshe MacIntosh.

“Hoo… cough, cough cough——!”

Mo Xie followed closely behind him, listening to his panting and watching him gradually slow down due to exhaustion, and finally leaning against a thick tree trunk to rest.

Unlike the last dream, this time time went back a little. The original body was estimated to be six or seven years old, just entering school age, full of energy, and the age of rapid development of various physiological functions.

But at this time, his face turned blue, cold sweat was pouring down, and his body was shaking unnaturally, sometimes violently and continuously, and sometimes with slight intermittent movements.

This didn't seem like a spasm caused by physical weakness, but rather like seeing something terrible and feeling fear from the bottom of one's heart.

What happened? Is there any connection between the original body's experience and Wen Li's strange behavior?

With all kinds of questions in mind, Mo Xie used all his mental strength to condense two "avatars" in the form of consciousness and began to search for clues from the perspective of an observer.

The forest is mostly filled with straight and tall trees.

With their upright figures and luxuriant branches and leaves, they are like giants in a primitive settlement, stretching out their broad arms to block out the sunlight and silently looking up at the sky. The low green plants, on the other hand, crawl at their feet, raising their branches in a staggered manner to show their submission.

The giants had enclosed an open space in the middle of the forest, where unknown flowers and plants grew, swaying gently in the breeze. The boy sat on a tree stump, curled up. Tears slid down his pale cheeks, leaving traces of drying after repeated washing, making him look weak and pitiful.

"do not come!"

"Go away!"

Moshe was very close to him, and every time he screamed hysterically and waved his arms wildly, the light ball of consciousness would vibrate.

After about ten minutes, his voice became increasingly hoarse and weak, and no one or any other creature responded to him. It was like a small stone falling into the sea, leaving nothing behind except a few ripples.

As if feeling exhausted physically and mentally, the boy slowly hugged his knees with his thin arms and muttered to himself: "What should I do to..."

From Moshe’s perspective, it is impossible to know what he saw or what kind of fantasies he had in his mind.

All he could see and feel were signs of biological activity a hundred meters away. The number of creatures was increasing, some moving very fast, some approaching slowly, and some even stopped moving.

It is worth noting that some creatures have a magical aura. They may have devoured a magician who strayed into the forest, or they may have evolved into a magical beast and formed a core in their body.

Considering the geographical location of the forest and the prestige of the McIntosh family, the latter is more likely.

"Here they come again!"

Suddenly, little Moshe covered his ears with his hands, pressed his forehead against his knees, and let out a terrified cry.

Moshe floated in front of him and drove his clone to "greet" the creatures that were about to visit.

He leaned close to the boy's cold skin, his inquiring gaze gradually going deeper, and then from the narrow and dark gap, he saw a pair of eyes as bright as torches.

This is one of the changes that occur in the body when a person is highly concentrated.

Although it was just an unconscious action, he was able to use his mental power and perception to explore at such a young age, which can already be called a genius.

Mo Xie recalled the three kinds of coexisting spiritual worlds. The gradient color blocks from black to white, condensed by spiritual power, had a boundary of nothingness and could never see the end.

Obviously, the McIntosh family did not discover the talent of little Moshe. Otherwise, he should have been able to get the right guidance, master the method of using mental power, and continuously improve the level of mental power, and now he would be able to build a complete spiritual world.

As for the dark areas in his spiritual world, they may be related to his painful childhood experiences.

Sadness, hatred, evil thoughts, etc. will all set a dark tone for the spiritual world.

So, which one will it be?

Before Mo Xie could continue thinking, the breath of the wild beast suddenly increased, rushing in from all directions, as if to completely cover the open space.

Between the low green plants, tiny dots of golden light continuously appeared. Under the sunlight, they shone with the luster of pure gemstones.

Low snoring sounds came one after another, mixed in with a few childish howls.

Looking at their silvery-white fur and the blue patterns on their foreheads, Moshe guessed that they were from the Frost Moon Wolf clan.

The basis for this was the biological knowledge he had acquired in the library and the diary of Moshe Mackintosh.

Regarding the Frost Moon Wolf, there are only a few words recorded in the "Warcraft Atlas Complete Edition":

It is said to be the ancestor of the giant black wolf. It is silver-white in color with a strange blue pattern on its forehead.

It should be an extremely rare creature, how could it appear near human settlements?

Mo Xie floated slowly upwards while thinking. At this moment, the clone condensed by mental power suddenly transmitted the pain to his consciousness.

I saw a huge silver-white figure quickly passing through the clone and rushing straight towards the unsuspecting little Moxie.

"Roar--!"