Three years ago, a certain person suddenly announced his retirement from the professional circle with his newly won championship and surging reputation. This caused a big shock in the virtual game industry and also became a turning point in the history of the development of virtual games created by the alliance—— The originally dominant dynasty suddenly collapsed, and a new era in the professional world where hundreds of schools of thought contended slowly took shape. After urgently dealing with the shock caused by the incident, while the league wept bitterly for such scars, it also secretly fought for the new era. The players and professional players worked together in a tacit and orderly manner, quietly covering up the series of chain reactions brought about by that night, and ushered in a new era today. To this day, many players and new professional players have gradually forgotten those things as they thought. However, if the words "Night of Cutoff" are mentioned, the older generation of players and professional players, including league officials, will The players will instantly recall every detail of that iconic event, and then slowly tell the story like a legend.
However, all they can tell is the general outline of the incident on the Night of Severance and the subsequent developments. As for the details and the reasons behind it, only the parties and some participants can tell clearly. .
"'Night of Severance', what an ironic name." Huanmeng tilted her head and looked at the other person, then nodded. Although Duan Qing, who lowered his head, did not see it, he knew very well that the other party knew what his answer was: "The unparalleled king Duan Tianfeng disappeared, and the legend of the Sky-Breaking Blade has become an echo forever... Although the current professional world No one mentioned this, but they all knew it very well. Look now..."
"No one dares to claim to have inherited your mantle, not even people like Jian Beidong."
Huanmeng's tone lowered: "There will be doubts and suspicions. Even your enemies will not dare to express anything in the next period of time, because they are also afraid that... you, this guy, will never Know what kind of corners to jump up in, and then cast your shadow over their heads.”
"Kruhid should be gone a long time ago, right?" Duan Qing's face was also buried in the shadows that could not be illuminated by the lights of the tavern: "And the Xiangrui Group is also..."
"Yes, I heard that they once found your home, but it is said that the place has changed drastically. Even your biological father may not be able to recognize it... But we professional players never care about that." Huanmeng waved his hand. , the windbreaker made a hunting sound in the air: "We only recognize you."
"You professional players, hey hey hey..."
After a long time, deep laughter sounded from across the wooden table.
"To be honest... this kind of thing is like a black soul shackles that cannot be opened at all."
In the dim light, Duan Qing's face was facing the table, as if he was talking to himself: "Don't say it's you, even if Chen Tianfan comes, he won't have the power to open it."
"you……"
"But... after this period of experience, I gradually understood one thing - the reason why I became who I am now was ultimately chosen by myself."
"It's me...that made me who I am now."
"……what do you want to say in the end?"
"Don't worry, I'm not finished yet."
Duan Qing showed a smile, but the other party couldn't see it: "If you want to find myself again, find your original ideas and dreams, you people... can only do things like waving flags and shouting."
"I still have to do many things myself."
He slowly raised his head and said.
"The matter in the Emerald Forest is, after all, a situation where gods from all walks of life are in charge, and I don't need to deal with it. But when I got to Fenghua Town, I had to use some means and skills to save the whole thing, but When I arrived at the Mountain of Falling Stars, I failed to save my friend... I finally started to recall and think about the problem, and began to look for a solution."
"The only conclusion I have come to is that my power is not enough, that's all."
Saying words that the other party couldn't understand at all, Duan Qing raised his wine glass to himself, then raised his head and drank, only to find that he had already drank all the wine inside. He put down the wooden cup helplessly, and then realized that Huan Meng was staring closely at his face, seeming to be listening carefully.
"If I had enough power, Art's final outcome might not be like this. If I had enough power, my girlfriend might stay. If I had enough power..."
So he smiled and said: "Maybe that incident three years ago would not be like this."
"It seems...it's really not something worth remembering."
Huan Meng slowly uttered a few words: "Poor guy."
"Hey, it's just you... I don't want you to say this."
Duan Qing shook his head, then stood up with the wine glass, as if he wanted to ask for another glass, but his action was immediately stopped by the other party - he took out another small iron pot from his waist and threw it away. In Duan Qing's arms: "But I want to say... you are not alone."
"No, this is none of your business."
"The power of friends is not power? Miss Lou has so many behind her..."
"impossible."
Duan Qing interrupted the other party's words, then remained silent for a long time, and then repeated as if affirming: "I won't do this."
He held the small iron pot in his hand, and then slowly raised it in front of his eyes: "In the past three years, I have thought a lot, and I have also imagined what my life would be like now if I had any different ideas. But Even if I were like myself now, if I were to go back to that time, I would probably make the same choice. After all...this is who I am, isn't it?"
"Time will not go back. These are all useless fantasies. Now I can probably only say one thing: I will be responsible for my original choices."
"I do not regret."
"But many people are heartbroken about this." The man in the trench coat began to lean forward: "Don't you have any intention of... making amends?"
"Those who are familiar with Duan Tianfeng should know that if he is sure about something, it will be difficult to change it." Duan Qing smiled: "And you should be one of the people who understand this best. "
"Come on, I don't want to recall those old memories." Huan Meng waved his hand and said, "I just want to live the rest of my life well. If possible... it's okay to enjoy the life in the game."
"To put it lightly, life in the virtual world cannot replace the real world after all." Duan Qing shook his head, then opened the small iron pot and poured the wine into his cup bit by bit: " When you get to my situation, you will understand."
"You dug the hole yourself, do you still want me to jump out of it?" Huanmeng laughed: "It's just that you don't want to climb out, and you want to drag others to jump with you. I have never seen such an unscrupulous person like you in this life. ……Hello."
He took a sip of wine, and then his expression turned serious: "To be honest... do you want to come back?"
Duan Qing stared at the wooden cup for a while, and then lowered his eyes: "When choosing something like this, there must be trade-offs. No matter how strange it looks, someone will always get it and someone will lose it."
Duan Qing squeezed the wine glass in his hand and said word by word.
"Duan Tianfeng is dead... He disappeared from this world on the night of separation three years ago."
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"So...what did you come to do in this place?"
"I took it out on my little brother, do you believe it or not?"
The Fars Fortress late at night was as usual, and the tranquility revealed the tension caused by the alert. However, perhaps it was because the guards present knew Duan Qing. At this time, they were not aware of him standing with a man in a trench coat outside the fortress. He didn't have any objections to the behavior at the door. He just walked past them quietly and continued his night patrol. However, Duan Qing himself was still very strange, because the guy in front of him seemed not even willing to stay here for one night.
"Trust me, believe me, do you believe anything you say?" Duan Qing waved his hand: "Now you say you are the next champion, I believe it. You can even do things like leaving the country late at night..."
"I was just in a hurry and said that I happened to pass by, and I wasted so much time with you." Huanmeng looked at the other party and said: "But forget it, I am too lazy to care about you, my own little brother can't care about you. …”
"I heard that you went to beg Laura Roland for your little brother. Is this true?"
"You know all this? Didn't you just start playing this game?"
"It's been three months since we played, okay... what about this time? What's the purpose of this time?"
"No reason, I just heard that a birdman appeared in the team here in the principality, so I came here to give a warning."
Battlefield dungeons have frequent team formations and a large number of people, so it is common for some nasty things to happen. Duan Qing also encountered things like black equipment, deceiving newcomers, cheating, robbing, and reselling black goods. Based on his own experience, these tricks naturally cannot deceive him, but he is still alone after all. If he encounters a wild team full of the other party's accomplices, things will be a little difficult to handle in the end, so in most cases Just let the matter rest and let it go. But if the player who is deceived has a bad temper and strong strength, or if there is some backstage behind him, things will often come out, and then the players in the fortress, and even all the players, will know about it. From then on, he will become infamous and become the focus of many players. People on the blacklist - after all, offline networks are still very convenient for spreading news.
"I heard that you have a man named Spartak here who specializes in this business, right?" Huanmeng thought for a moment: "Hit black people when they see them, and tear them down when they see black markets. I heard that it has only become popular recently. A guy who got up..."
"I've heard of the Madman Spartak before. I've seen him a few times since I came here, but he looks cold and doesn't seem like such a troublesome guy." Duan Qing replied: "I've heard that. No background, just a player who speaks with his fists..."
"That's right, it really can't last long." Huanmeng laughed: "But... I hope to get to know him if I have the chance."
"Don't you have someone here? Why don't you just let them recruit you?"
"You are a serious guy no matter what, how could you be so careless." Huanmeng punched Duan Qing on the shoulder: "Do you think Dawn Glory is still the same Glory? We are now even ranked in the second-rate guilds. Not on."
"Stop lying, do you think I haven't heard of your current reputation? Now you dare to enter the principality's territory with such arrogance..."
"We just mainly operate in the empire. There is also a lot of business in the principality." Huanmeng turned around and looked at the hazy road under the dark night sky: "Aren't there many such guilds now? Don't tell me you don't clear."
"Sorry, I only know you and those people from Wizard." Duan Qing crossed his arms and replied: "That dream about life...it feels pretty good."
"In the past three years since you were away, many characters have indeed appeared." Huanmeng shook his head and said, "But... there will probably never be players like you again."
"Hey, don't say that." Duan Qing touched his nose: "Do you know that young people are terrible? I have only been here for a few days, and I have seen a lot of good seedlings..."
"Oh? Hurry up, give me some recommendations, and let me take them all away..."
"Gungun, this is the fruit of my labor, and I paid for it with my blood and sweat. If you want to know, just go and find out for yourself. Or... you can also spend a few bucks and buy some information from me..."
"No - it's possible! Just be your beggar, comrade newcomer." Huanmeng showed a sarcastic smile: "Anyway, Dawn Glory has people here, I don't believe they can't find them..."
"Those little guys..." Duan Qing squinted his eyes: "How could they have such luck and vision as me?"
"Then I will let them follow you every day."
"Damn it, why are you so cruel..."
Amid the side glances of the guards, the man in the trench coat and Duan Qing quarreled with each other for a while, then turned and walked into the dark night: "Okay, I won't talk nonsense to you anymore, I have to rush to Tania."
"Is there anything that requires you to attend the meeting in person?"
"Ni Zuokai, you don't tell me anything, why should I tell you? As long as you know..."
Huanmeng's footsteps paused - in the dark night, the man wearing a rag trench coat thought for a while, then turned his head: "Well... I'd better remind you."
"There will be big trouble in the principality recently."
Duan Qing's eyes narrowed.
"I can't tell you the specific news. I can't tell clearly, and the authenticity needs to be confirmed." Huanmeng turned his head away: "But... after all, we are in a war. Here at Fars Fortress... it may be... There’s a chance he’ll be implicated.”
"So...you have to be careful."
Leaving behind these last few words, the broken windbreaker began to stride forward, no matter Duan Qing's response, he gradually disappeared into the dark shadow of the road. (To be continued.)
