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 where only the stars were shining. The cold night gradually entered.
In the 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, contrasting with it.
The lights on a tall building.
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 rubble is located, on the edge of the promontory. There are corpses and returned corpses that have not been collected in time.
The undissipated bloody atmosphere 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, running towards the east. Perhaps because of
Due to the distance, no player could detect the movement here, and no one reporting 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 fluttered 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 around a few times, and several knights on horseback appeared behind the intersection where he was, galloping past him, carrying countless weeds and soil with them, and also carrying the old man with them.
A purple light belt flew out in an enclave 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, a
The troops led by the rough voice walked past him again at a fast and orderly pace: "Quick!"
"General Compien! 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 show up, 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 hills of O'Hali before I explode the Fortress of Fars!"
"yes!"
The vigorous team shouted to each other and ran past this place quickly, but no one could see the figure of the old man sitting on the rock. It seemed that there was really nothing there except a rock.
It seemed like they didn't exist. Under the cover of night, he slowly opened his eyes again, and the gasping and sighing sounds unique to the old man became even stronger.
"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 while, several words like
A beast-like growling sound slowly sounded from a distance away from him, and seemed to be surrounding the rock he was sitting on. He maintained his rock-like posture, but after a long time he gave up this seemingly useful struggle.
, opened his eyes again.
"I 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 solidified air, a black figure wearing a dark red robe suddenly appeared, walked behind the old man, and then the beasts around him became louder and louder.
In the roar, there was a chuckle unique to young people: "What's wrong, are you tired?"
"Don't be too proud, young man." The old man gave 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 what he said, 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 for a little while."
"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 that were getting closer and closer around him, the old man fell silent again. He looked at the tattered staff in his hand, and after a long while he sighed: "That's it, your fate will eventually be borne by yourself.
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 fists have 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: "Come on then! Let God take a look..."
"Whose destiny will last longer!"
The purple aura steamed up, and as the man's voice amplified, it gradually enveloped his whole body, and finally extended in the direction of the old man, and violently collided with the entangled silk threads. And as these two
With the collision of the attacks, the air around the cape suddenly collapsed as if it was thrown into the water of a boulder. Then, with the rising purple light pillars, it exploded in all directions, sucking everything in this place into it like a tornado.
in the violent air current.
"It seems..."
Amidst the beast's roar that seemed to become louder, the old man slowly waved his hands and sighed for a while, and 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 Li owed me have not been repaid yet..."
"What? 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 what I say is true. You
But of course...who would like it?"
"..."
"I don't want to cut off your money, but... how about you give me a few more days of grace? It just so happens that the salary you owe me hasn't been paid to me yet, so I'll go and 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 for 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……"
Helplessly 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 slightly.
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, who had 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 his half-cooked instant noodles in three mouthfuls. Then, while holding a cup of steaming boiled water, he sat in the game cabin, played music, and browsed news and news 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 friends whose identities he did not know. He was very skillful in prevaricating and handling them, except for a question from the group leader.
The sound was something he couldn't escape from the past.
"I have a guest at home, I'll greet him first." Then he opened his eyes and said this lie neatly.
After closing a few discussion posts that were not nutritious, he shook his head in boredom, put the cup aside, and began his own business of collecting debts and making money. However, after taking a few orders, an urgent message came to him
He suddenly jumped out of the vast sea of water stickers belonging to the principality plate, and suddenly appeared in Duan Qing's field of vision: "The imperial people have begun to attack the fortress! Everyone, come and help!"
"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 went in.
The content of the message was very short, almost the same length as the title of the message. Two sentences clearly expressed the content of this 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, those who question its authenticity. Since this is the peak period of the League Cup competition, there are very few players hanging out outside the stadium, and there are almost no people here who can verify the news. Then
The response in the post did not help the person who made the news at all. However, this person did not seem to have the intention to quarrel with the scholars at all. He only used one method, and in just five minutes, all the people were
All the doubts were suppressed.
Floor 59: "There are many of them, and I even saw the Empire's cavalry!"
Floor 8: "The main entrance is under attack! We don't have a gate, we can only rely on the human wall... We need support!"
Floor 9: "The Imperials rushed to Ohali Hill, they are going to break in from there! Dusk has already led people up!"
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 8: "They are rushing in! Combien of the Snow Wolf Army is personally leading the team! There is also a large group of people from the Wings of Freedom..."
Floor 49: "The tower in the north has been captured! 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 the back..."
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? It's hard to believe it's fake now..."
"Hey, why aren't you broadcasting live anymore? Let's continue the live report!"
"Isn't it possible that I can't make it up anymore?"
"Come out, come out."
His fingers kept tracing downwards, and Duan Qing's eyes kept searching for useful information amidst the various urgings. Finally, he suddenly stopped 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 don't know.
I beg 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 around and entered the game. Not long after, a figure carrying a long knife was as fast as the wind, and suddenly emerged from the gate of the Adventurers Association.
He rushed out and ran towards the city gate to the south of Tania, but before he could find a way to get to the fortress quickly, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him and stretched out his hands, blocking his way: "Hey, you want to
where to?"
"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 trench coat glared and answered Duan Qing's words angrily: "The investigation is not over yet, how could I leave so easily..."
"...Investigation? What to investigate?" Duan Qing's hand touched the handle of the knife behind his back: "Are you also a member of the secret service?"
"You don't need to be so harsh." Huanmeng said with a dry smile: "I'm just a bystander... Hey, hey, don't do it, don't do it! Can you think about it calmly? How can I help Wings of Freedom, right?
?”
"...tell your story."
"I, 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."
This chapter has been completed!