During this year, the process of history seems to have been artificially accelerated: the black torrent gathered under the name of a strange god, Lady of the Blood Moon, Unakati. This princess of the abyss commanded
Her noble and ruthless knights started one war after another, and the flames of disaster soon swept across the entire Oras, and under the light of the blood moon, the blade of revenge began to emit a heart-stopping cold light.
When the war began, the light gradually faded, and darkness began to descend on the earth. The rows of sycamore trees could not straighten their waists, and the leaves made a rustling sound, as if someone was turning the pages of a book rudely. It was covered with rain outside the house,
The sky, underground, and water lines are all connected in white; there are no traces of human beings in the countryside. Players almost never venture out in such weather. They either stay in the hotel and listen to poets telling stories to warm up by the fire, or go to forums.
Go to Big Pen Te Pen Game Company about the weather system settings.
But if you are in a town, it is a different scene. You can stay on the second floor on both sides of the street and see players wearing long cloaks shuttling and busy in the rain, because many adventure groups will use this method to
Sometimes they stay in the market for supplies, so the types of products in the trade market will be more than usual. You can also see horse-drawn carriages loaded with goods, with their tents pulled up, walking through the already narrow streets, and the flow of people flows to both sides.
Separate; and on both sides of the street, the orange lights from the bread and pottery workshops will give a warm tone to the cold street. The blacksmith is also hammering out the tunes that represent the rhythm of life in the rain - these things that are usually ignored
Details will only be noticed by players because they are in an atmosphere where the mind is calming down on a rainy day.
This is how the fun in the game is quietly experienced and accepted by people.
But in the land south of the Grass River, there are some differences. You can't see the prosperous scene on the streets. Instead, there are rows of soldiers standing solemnly, wearing iron helmets, and the carriages no longer carry
It's spices, beer and fruits, but cold instruments, swords and armor, as well as bags of tamped food.
Food stores and workshops are working overtime to produce, but there is no joy on the faces of the shopkeepers. The various war taxes are making everyone breathless. They are often levied once at the beginning of the month and at the end of the month.
Another levy. Ordinary citizens kept their doors tightly closed and did not go out on the streets to avoid being recognized as spies. People secretly cursed this difficult season - they cursed the lords of Dragon City and the country bumpkins in the south who started the war.
Cursing the players who brought changes to their lives, they cursed everything that went wrong, but they didn’t know what the source of all these disasters was, and they didn’t know what to do to get back to the relaxed days of the past. They
There is no extra choice, I can only accept my fate.
More and more armies are gathering here from all over the place. Every few days, some small lords, knights and even down-and-out nobles will pass through some of these towns with troops ranging from a dozen to as many as a hundred people.
Responding to the call of the Oras dynasty that had existed in name only for many years, they actually accepted the leadership of the Lord of Dragon City - but in the final analysis, it was for profit - a wider territory and shining gold coins.
These people were not determined, but the thorough purge of the old forces by the black knights in the south made them panic all day long. They had to pick up weapons and pick up the killing skills that they had been unfamiliar with for many years.
In a long scroll of war, the players participating in it form another landscape. This is a group of people who are full of curiosity, a little frivolous, and always ready to face challenges. They are born not to worry about this world.
Carrying a heavy history is just like adding a touch of bright color to a heavy picture. It always makes people feel out of place.
Some people hate them and think that they destroy the original style of the world; but some people are happy to see their results and believe that the difference between players and NPCs is the greatest charm of the game world. Others think that players
It is the virtual world that dominates. NPCs that are too strong are a means for game companies to control players.
So these people stood up, gathered under the banner of the hand of despair, and used actions to achieve all this; in just a short period of one year, they swept through a third of Olas like black flames.
The land. Now the dark cloud called War Land has hung over the sky of the entire Oras. Players of all types must feel the impact of it firsthand at this moment, but they have maintained the same attitude as before.
The attitude of the bystander.
They watched the noble armies with novelty, and at the risk of being expelled, they gathered together and talked about the armored knights. They loudly discussed the changes in the situation in the bar. They watched groups of monks and priests coming from the north.
Come and join the lord's army. The usual tasks of finding objects, escorting, and exploring in the adventure guild have gradually been replaced by tasks closely related to war. Some players have even joined the army of the lord of Dragon City. Others have not.
Towards the south.
All in all, in the entire area south of the Grass River, no two players gathered together will not talk about this upcoming war. They feel real and exciting, and feel a heavy sense of history coming to their faces, as if in the air
Everything began to smell of killing.
At this time in the past, players would have scolded the game company on the weather system settings on the forum - but today, they have been replaced by posts one after another praising the game company's plot settings; there are also some posts pointing out the reasons behind this war.
There are huge hidden disadvantages, but without exception they are drowned out by the massive praise posts.
Everyone is in a state of excitement. It is said that in reality, many working people also subscribe to news to keep an eye on the latest developments in the game. There is also a phenomenon of skipping classes in schools, but this trend was severely stopped before it spread.
. But apart from the excitement, most players are still living their lives as before. Quests, leveling, adventures, and treasure hunts. It seems that except for the constant news of war, nothing else has changed.
Just like Thornburg. This remote small market is close to the Underworld Forest and the Underworld Mountains. There was a glorious period here in history - as a south-facing fortress of the Oras Dynasty, guarding the line leading to the Star Lake.
However, a hundred years later, when the Olas Dynasty defeated its enemies and unified the entire Tranquility Bay, it gradually withdrew from the stage of history and became what it is today.
This small town located south of the Grass River can be said to be within the scope shrouded by the shadow of the Hand of Despair. However, because it is not on the same line as the Alfalfa Field, it is far away from the first battlefield and has not been affected yet.
Disturbed by beacon fire.
Ivy Street. The 20-year-old signboard of the Iron Horse Bar is swaying in the wind and rain, making a heart-wrenching scraping sound. Looking up, the wooden signboard has a galloping black horse carved on it.
It is said that the owner of the previous generation put it on by himself, but now it is green and mottled, and time has left indelible traces on it.
The bar is not big. Except for the bar counter directly opposite the door, there are only a few tables and regular customers. However, it is quite famous among players because a thieves brotherhood called Dark Throat has an information point here, so
Buying and selling news and publishing tasks have become an additional function here.
Not many people know the name of the current owner of the bar. His nickname is Uncle. It is said that he went out to make a living in his early years, but now he still seems to be doing nothing. He often tells some of his early adventure experiences, but these stories are often very mysterious, and they contain both
There are fire-breathing dragons and dwarf lords who hide caves full of treasures, so almost no one believes it. When will it be considered a head?" A young man sitting next to the door complained: "How can people level up if this continues?
Already?"
A dark and thin middle-aged man was leaning against the bar. This man's dry skin was covered with bones, his cheeks were sunken like a monkey, he had a messy straw beard on his chin, and he was dressed casually.
If it weren't for the powerful action of wiping the wine glass, you would almost think that this is an old man who is dying and living in silence.
After listening to the previous complaints, he showed a cautious look and said: "What do you young people know? The storm of this season is the witch Iris! If you are disrespectful to her, you will be ruined this year.
Damn it."
The person who just spoke obviously did not expect that his casual complaint would arouse objections. He scratched his head in embarrassment and explained: "Uncle, I can't tell you clearly. You can think it is the witch. But I only think it is the witch."
It’s just a way for game companies to extend the life of their games.”
His words resonated with many players. In previous years, players would have been in trouble over this damn rainy season at this time.
"That's so good! Even with this damn weather, our club's activities have been suspended. The officials originally planned to organize a group to kill that Chimera. This game company is too damn shady!" said a wide-body man next to the stove.
The fat mage stepped in. Although he was also complaining, his tone was inevitably a little proud.
When he said this, there were immediately a few envious glances around him.
"Chimera, aren't you talking about the old monster on Bald Mountain?"
"Damn, that guy is awesome! I died in its hands last time if I wasn't paying attention!"
"Who do you think you are? I died twice..."
Then some other sounds came out.
"Fat man, do you still lack soldiers?"
"Do you want a warlock? Didn't you say last time that you would add my lands when you reach level 4?"
The fat mage hurriedly waved his hand, "What are you so anxious about? There is going to be a war now. Who can tell clearly? Yesterday, our vice president was still asking whether we should merge into the Hand of Despair." He said so, but his face
But he had a disapproving expression.
The topic here turned back to the war between the North and the South that was often mentioned recently. The players present immediately became gossipy and contributed the gossip they heard from friends or on the forum.
When I came out, the bar was in full swing for a while.
A tall businessman in the bar curled his lips and said: "What good is that...desperate organization you are talking about? It's just a group of troublemaking country bumpkins. I think they are also grasshoppers after the autumn, jumping up and down."
In a few days, when the lords' army comes, everything will be ruined... You guys are still too young. I saw this kind of thing a lot when I was young."
The businessman was wearing a gorgeous robe and a mustache, and he looked like one of the many wealthy people from nearby towns who came to this small place to take refuge.
But when he said this, the player immediately quit. At that time, someone slapped the table and stood up to retort: "Uncle businessman, you are wrong to say that! What do you mean by troublesome country bumpkins? Most of the people in the hands of despair are us.
Players... how should I put it? We players are different from those people you have seen. They are much more powerful. Besides, they have gods behind them. Do you know gods? Do you think it is just those petty fights in the past?
Ah, no matter how you say it, this is a battle between gods!"
As he spoke, he shook his head and sighed: "In my opinion, Hand of Despair is the freedom fighter among players; look, Black Knight, what a cool title?"
This statement was agreed upon by most of the people present. However, there were also some objections. A few, especially a group of people led by Fat Mage, believed that the players of Hand of Despair were just participating in the competition for interests, and they were not competing with any of the players.
A title like Freedom Fighter is a far cry from that.
So the two groups of people divided into two camps and quarreled, making the Iron Horse Bar noisy and noisy, like a cattle and horse market.
The dark and thin middle-aged man at the bar raised his head and glanced at these people, shook his head, and returned to focusing on cleaning the glasses. At this time, a voice interrupted his train of thought. "Have a drink.
Wine, it’s best to have something lighter…if there is any.”
This voice is not too high, it can even be said to be a little weak, but it is clear and powerful. If you listen to it once, you will not forget the meaning it wants to convey. The middle-aged man - who is also the current owner of this hotel was stunned for a moment.
He raised his head and realized that someone had appeared in front of him.
As expected, the other party was a mage, wearing a long black robe that reached the ground. His hands were covered in long and wide rolled sleeves, and his appearance was deeply covered by the hood, only revealing a pale chin. He had a
He is holding a beautiful and weird black crystal staff in his hand - half of this staff is now resting on his bar, and the whole body is black and looks very textured - the other hand is holding a book, which the mages carry with them.
Magical Spell Book. He raised his chin slightly when he spoke, as if he was observing other people with his eyes hidden under the dark shadow of the hood.
A **** teacher.
There was silence in the bar. In Canaan, it is often easy to figure out the identity of the other party through subtle observation. A mage dressed like this: whether it is through his well-tailored and exquisitely made robes, or the astonishingly thick book
This conclusion can be drawn from the spell book or that weird staff.
This is a really capable guy. And he seems to be difficult to get along with.
Loud discussions turned into whispers, and many people were discussing the origin of this guy in low voices. Some people thought that he was a mage from the Hand of Despair. Because only those people would like to wear black clothes. But this conclusion was quickly reached.
Overturned, because a mage will rarely penetrate deep into enemy territory alone.
Another theory is that this is a distinguished figure in the Dragon City Mage Group. Judging from his style, we can draw the above conclusion. There is also another theory that this is a traveling single mage, because there are many mages in the army.
There is little freedom of movement these days - this statement is widely accepted.
However, without exception, everyone believed that this was an NPC master with boundless power. The face hidden under the hood might belong to a well-known legend in Canaan.
But this was just an interlude. The black-robed mage quickly sat in a corner of the bar, a place where everyone could quickly forget his existence.
There was nothing of interest for a long time. The players in the bar discussed the war for a while, and then the topic fell on the tasks of the past few days. Finally, a priest
The player leads it back to its starting point.
"Speaking of which, uncle," the priest seemed to ask casually: "What do you mean by the witch Iris before? Why haven't I heard about this legend?"
When he said this, everyone stopped. Anyone who fell in love with the game Canaan would be interested in these background legends.
"You want to know?" the middle-aged man said while wiping the cup: "I tell you young man, this is not a legend."
"Of course, uncle, tell me quickly. What we like to hear most is your story!"
"Yes, yes!" The bar immediately burst into cheers.
The bar owner glanced at these scoundrels angrily, "I told you, this is not a story." He shook his head: "You young people won't learn your lesson unless you suffer some losses."
"Uncle is absolutely right, but you just want to say it."
There was a lot of noise in the bar, and even the black-robed mage who was tasting wine raised his head slightly.
"Okay, let me tell you something." The boss stopped what he was doing and seemed to recall: "Speaking of which, the fact that I know such a thing is also related to an adventure experience in my early years. But in short, the Witch Ari
Master Si, it is a gift given to mankind by the ancient gods..."
"Many people don't know that before this era, the gods today were not so lofty. Above them, there was an ancient god named Canaan..."
"The Canaanite God gave his people three gifts; they made a woman from the leaves of the World Tree, named Iris. She was beautiful, lovely, noble and pure, and concentrated all the beauty of the world. She represents
It represents all positive love and symbolizes happiness in this world. After Iris was born——"
"Where are the other two gifts?" a voice interrupted and asked.
The middle-aged man frowned: "The other two gifts are wisdom and hope. Wisdom is a book, it has no content itself. There is a silver eye on the title page, which represents the desire for knowledge. Wisdom is exploration, just like the mage
We chase the mysteries of magic, and we take risks to explore the secrets of this world, and knowledge always grows through experience - it's all the same, this is a blessing from the ancient times."
There was silence in the Iron Horse Hotel. In a certain corner, the black-robed mage stood up unknowingly...
"What about hope?" the voice asked again.
The middle-aged man glanced at the questioner and said unceremoniously: "I was about to say this, but if you interrupt me again, I will kick you out."
The young man immediately blushed, and the hotel burst into laughter.