After pushing aside a clump of weeds again, a stooped old man panted and took his steps, and then found a rock to rest on in the night with only a few stars shining. Gradually entering the cold night wind, he sat there a little tiredly, leaning on a broken wooden cane. His dim eyes did not pay attention to the dangerous night, but stared at the distant starry sky, with The lights on a tall building contrast with each other.
This is the depths of the Ferron Plain, on the edge of a deserted meadow, and the place where the beggar-like old man is sitting is directly behind the area where the pile of rocks is located, on the edge of the promontory. The corpses that had not been collected in time and the bloody atmosphere that had not yet dissipated still surrounded every inch of the land here, and in front of him, a large number of players were running out of the pile of rocks at the foot of the hillside, heading towards the east. Run in the direction. Perhaps due to the distance, no player could detect the movement here, and no one who reported back could notice the rickety figure sitting in the dark.
"Destiny...seems to be changing."
The old man who sat there quietly with his eyes closed did not slowly open his eyes until several players passed by him: "This kind of picture, ugh..."
Scattered white hair flew randomly in the air for a while, and then gradually subsided as the old man's figure fell silent again, and even turned into an abnormal stillness - a lilac light suddenly appeared around him, and then surrounded him. His body slowly turned a few times, and several knights on horseback immediately appeared behind the intersection where he was, galloping past him, carrying countless clumps of weeds and soil with them, and also carrying the old man with them. The purple light belt around him flew out quickly and slowly disappeared into the quiet air. The still motionless old man held the head of the broken wooden staff tightly with both hands, as if he still had no intention of moving. Soon after, the troops led by a rough voice walked quickly and neatly from beside his position. Passed by each other again: "Hurry!"
"General Combien! The advance troops are about to arrive at the designated location. Would you like to start taking action immediately?"
"Don't move yet, let those adventurers try it out first! Don't let the principality's bastards find out, or I will personally chop off their heads!"
"yes!"
"Hurry up and run as hard as you can! I want to see you appear on the top of the O'Hali Hills before I explode the Fortress of Fars!"
"yes!"
The vigorous team shouted to each other and ran quickly from this place, but no one noticed the figure of the old man sitting on the rock. It seemed that there was really nothing there except a rock. None of them exist in general. Under the cover of night, he slowly opened his eyes again, and the gasping and sighing sounds unique to the old man became more intense.
"I saw the flames of war." He whispered: "Burning, looting, killing, destruction... these things that should not appear in this world will... come to this world again."
"When the flames of war burn to every corner of our field of vision, where should we and the favored ones... go?"
He looked up at the starry sky and rubbed the head of the wooden stick with his hands for a while. The expression that seemed to be thinking hard fell silent again, and then returned to calm as the old man gradually stopped moving. After a moment, several beast-like roars slowly sounded from the distance where he was, seeming to be surrounding the rock where he was sitting. He maintained a rock-like posture, but after a long time he gave up this seemingly useful struggle and opened his eyes again.
"Finally caught up with you, Gustan."
Another hoarse male voice traveled through the night and echoed around the old man's location. In the gradually solidifying air, a black figure wearing a dark red robe suddenly appeared, walked behind the old man, and then amidst the increasingly loud roars of beasts all around, he let out a chuckle unique to young people: "What's wrong? , are you tired?"
"Don't be too proud, young man." The old man issued a low warning: "Just because your master has left you alone does not mean that you have enough strength..."
"Oh, oh, I know, I know, you are a highly respected senior." Before the old man could finish his words, the man standing behind the old man raised his arms and interrupted him: "So I should... ...Well, I respect your strength, but I also know that you are no longer enough to erase my existence. After all, you are now..."
"It's just hanging on."
"Destiny will not sit back and watch what you do, Ivost." The old man's tone deepened, and he changed to another tone: "You, and those people behind you... will eventually be punished. Devoured by fate.”
"Perhaps it will happen one day." The figure in the dark red robe straightened his face and responded to his accusation calmly: "But... that will not be realized by you. Look at you..."
"You can't even escape the tracking of dimensional beasts." He grinned: "It's so easy to find you, what spare energy do you have... to do other things?"
"..."
Facing the roars of beasts getting closer and closer around him, the old man fell silent again. He looked at the tattered staff in his hand, and after a while he sighed: "That's all, I will eventually bear my own fate, but..."
"As the weaver of destiny, I have the right to continue this destiny." He stood up slowly, and purple silk threads began to wrap around the old man's rickety body like a dream: "You... ...and have no right to stop it.”
"So, in the end, the fist has the final say, hehehehe..."
The young man's hoarse voice laughed lowly for a while, and the voice suddenly rose as he raised his head: "Then come on! Let God take a look..."
"Whose destiny will last longer!"
Purple aura steamed up, gradually enveloped the man's body as his voice amplified, and finally extended in the direction of the old man, colliding hard with the entangled silk threads. And with the collision of these two attacks, the air around the cape suddenly collapsed as if it was thrown into the water of a boulder, and then the rising purple light pillar exploded in all directions, swallowing up everything in this place. Into the violent air current like a tornado.
"It seems..."
Amidst the beast's roar that seemed to get louder, the old man slowly waved his hands and sighed for a while, then looked at the surrounding pairs of red eyes in the collision between the giant web of silk threads and the breath, and whispered feebly. He read: "My trip... will be extended again."
"Old friend."
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"This is not what I want, Old Wangtou. I really have no money now. The debts Xiao Li owes me have not been repaid yet..."
"What? No, no, no, no, you can't be so unreasonable. Although my things are not valuable, they are actually very valuable... I know you don't believe it, but everything I say is true. You must be very careful...who is interested in you?"
"..."
"I don't want to cut off your money, but... let's do it this way, how about you give me a few more days of grace? It just so happens that the fat guy hasn't paid me the salary he owes me, so I'm going to ask for it again tomorrow and try again... Me? Of course I stopped working a long time ago, and now... I don't have much work now... Hey, hey? No, I will definitely have money to give you. We have known each other for so many years, how have I ever lied to you..."
"I definitely have money for you, you have to believe me! Hello? Hello -"
Snapped.
"well……"
Reluctantly putting down the communication ball in his hand, Duan Qing sighed towards the ceiling, and then sat down weakly on the sofa - seeing the previous game, he originally wanted to go offline and rest for a while, but he changed his mind a little. He seemed to be in a depressed mood, but before he could make his midnight snack, a drunken debt collection phone call came out of the blue, making his mood even more depressed.
"Damn it, it really can't be done..." Duan Qing, with his eyes hanging blankly for a long time and his head lowered, waved his fist bitterly: "Let's just become debt collection experts..."
Shaking his head as if to brace himself, he finished off his half-cooked instant noodles in three mouthfuls. Then, while holding a cup of steaming boiled water, he sat in the game cabin, played a tune, and browsed news and information about the free world. news. From time to time, there would be messages from his current friends, as well as harassment requests from a group of unknown friends, all of which he dealt with very skillfully, except for a question from the group leader. It was the past that he couldn't escape.
"I have a visitor at home, let me receive it first." So he opened his eyes and sent out this lie.
After closing several discussion posts that were not nutritious, he shook his head in boredom, put the cup aside, and started his own business of collecting debts and making money. However, after taking a few orders, an urgent message suddenly jumped out of the vast ocean of posts belonging to the Principality sector, and suddenly appeared in Duan Qing's field of vision: "The Empire began to attack the fortress. It’s over! Come and help, everyone!”
"Humph, I played with the rest many years ago..."
Duan Qing was startled in his heart, and then he sneered with a stunned look on his face, shook his head and nodded.
The content of the message was very short, almost the same length as the title of the message. Two sentences clearly expressed the explosive amount of information, so among the people who followed the post, the first ones who appeared were also a group of people who didn’t believe it. content, and guys questioning its authenticity. Since this was the peak period of the League Cup, there were very few players hanging out outside the stadium. There were almost no people who could verify the news, and the responses in the post were not helpful at all. The guy who sent the message was talking. However, this person didn't seem to have any intention of quarreling with the scholars. He only used one method to suppress all the doubts in just five minutes.
Floor 59: "There are many of them, and I even saw the Empire's cavalry!"
Floor 83: "The main entrance is under attack! We don't have a gate and can only rely on the human wall to hold it up... We need support!"
Floor 93: "The Imperials rushed to the O'Hali Hill. They are going to break in from there! Dusk has already led his men to the top!"
Floor 159: "We have defended this position, the general is mighty! But it seems that some Empire players sneaked in just now. The general decided to ignore them for now and go to the main entrance to help..."
Floor 282: "They rushed in! It was Kangbien of the Snow Wolf Army who personally led the team! There is also a large group of people from the Wings of Freedom..."
Floor 493: "The tower in the north has been set on fire! The people from Jianghu are resisting over there! All the people from Jiangshan and Nightingale have died, and only the people from Void are still outflanking..."
Floor 494: "We need support!"
As the live text broadcast became more and more intense, the voices of doubt and cheering gradually decreased, and were replaced by more voices of inquiry and discussion: "Is it true?"
"How come the Wings of Freedom are so bold? Didn't they just do this kind of sneak attack?"
"I can't bear it anymore. I'm going to the front line. Just watch from here! Goodbye!"
"I hope you can get away with it in one fell swoop. You still can't tell whether it's true or not..."
"You guys can't imagine such a story, right? Looking at it now, it's hard to say it's false..."
"Hey, why aren't you broadcasting live? Let's continue the live report!"
"Is it possible that I can't make it up anymore?"
"Come out, come out."
His fingers kept moving downwards, Duan Qing's eyes kept searching for useful information amidst the various urgings, but finally stopped suddenly at a certain message, and his face gradually became serious. .
"Hello everyone, I am the poster. I have returned from the hangout. I am currently gathering the team in Anta Town. I am preparing to return to the battlefield with the people who have returned from the hangout. I will continue the previous live broadcast report until the battle in the fortress stabilizes. I I don’t expect you to believe what I just said, but I still have to repeat it…”
"We need support!"
Looking at the last few large characters in red and bold, Duan Qing took a deep breath, then turned and entered the game. Not long after, a figure carrying a long knife was as fast as the wind, suddenly rushed out of the gate of the Adventurers Association, and ran towards the southern city gate of Tania, but before he could find a way to quickly get to the fortress, A figure suddenly appeared in front of him and stretched out his hands, blocking his way: "Hey, where are you going?"
"You..." Duan Qing's eyes narrowed, and his tone became unfriendly: "Why are you still here?"
"I've never left, right?" The man in the windbreaker glared and answered Duan Qing's words angrily: "The investigation is not over yet, how could I leave so easily..."
"...Investigation? What are you investigating?" Duan Qing's hand touched the handle of the knife behind his back: "Are you also a member of the secret service?"
"Don't speak so harshly." Huan Meng said with a dry smile: "I'm just a bystander... Hey, don't do it, don't do it! Can you think calmly and think about it? How could I help Wings of Freedom? right?"
"...tell your story."
"I asked, are you going to Fars Fortress?"
Ignoring the other party's questions and extremely unfriendly eyes, the man in the windbreaker made a cool gesture, and then without waiting for Duan Qing to answer, he clasped his head and shook his finger: "Don't blame me for not reminding you..."
"You stay here... is the best choice."
