In a small room, there is a large poster on the wall that has been lightly painted with white paint, on which is a strong dwarf with an axe in his left hand and a warhammer in his right hand, and in the center of the poster is the logo of "War3".

The furnishings in the room were simple, a bed, a computer.

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy was sitting in front of the computer, staring at the screen of the computer, his left hand tapping on the keyboard, the screen of the monitor was the battlefield of the Lost Temple, the Night Elves he controlled were making a final resistance, and the Demon Hunter had risen to level six and transformed into a powerful demon.

But there were too many Terran mines on the other side, and it didn't take long for the boy's NE troops to be wiped out by the opponent, but there was no frustrated expression on his face, but instead he was excitedly typing and communicating with the opponent.

"Haha, Meteor, that's a good move, isn't it?"

"It does work, I'll go to Gonzalez tomorrow, I'll definitely win him this time!" A dialog box appeared at the bottom of the screen, and a line of words jumped out quickly, showing the excitement and excitement of the typing person at the moment.

"I mean, how many fights have you fought that Gonzalez?" , The boy asked curiously, this guy with the ID of meteor was met by him on the battle network a week ago, when meteor used the Night Elves, the operation was very general, and the consciousness was not very good, and he was always restrained by his own human race.

But this guy has a lot of tenacity, and when he loses, he keeps challenging it, and after a few more fights, the two become friends.

meteor plays the game very hard, practicing from morning to night, and although the boy also loves War3, he can't do it as hard as meteor. According to meteor, his goal is to defeat a nasty guy named "Gonzalez", because this guy always wants to beat his sister's bad ideas, so meteor wants to use War3 to teach him a lesson.

The boy was very unimpressed, and even he could see that meteor was a beginner at all, and wanted to use War3 to teach others? It's almost as bad as being abused!

Sure enough, as he guessed, meteor had lost countless games to "Gonzalez" without even winning a single one, which was undoubtedly a cold water for a War3 beginner, enough to make most people give up.

But Meteor still practiced desperately every day, then challenged, then abused, and then practiced

As friends, the boy finally can't stand it anymore and decides to help Meteor defeat the nasty guy, so the two start working on tactics together.

It wasn't until today that the two finally invented a style of play known as "Slow Ore Stream", which, of course, was only suitable for the Terrans, for which the boy took a lot of trouble to convince Meteor to abandon NE and switch to the Terrans. After several experiments, the two finally confirmed that this tactic was enough to defeat the formidable "Gonzalez".

"Gonzalez and I have fought one hundred and thirty-eight battles, and I have lost them all", the dialog box at the bottom of the screen was silent for a moment, and finally Meteor's answer appeared.

"You", the boy was speechless, and then encouraged: "It's okay, you will definitely win today!" ”

"You're right, NEE! I'll go to him now! ”

Meteor typed this sentence and quit the game.

The boy stretched, stood up, and looked out the window, where it was pitch black and silent, except for the occasional whisper of an owl or two.

Bang bang bang!

There was a knock at the door, "Noyol, it's time to sleep!" ”

"Okay, Mommy", the boy agreed, turned off the light and went to bed, but listened to the movement outside, and finally, with a slight sound of the door closing, he was sure that his parents had gone to sleep, and Noyol got up and stood in front of the computer, waiting for the good news from his friend.

In a small room under the starlight, a boy sits in front of a computer, looking expectant and anxious

An hour later, Battle.net's friend's avatar lit up, and a line of words appeared at the bottom of the screen, "Yay! The boy clenched his fists and cheered in a low voice.

Meteor: "I won!" ”

Five years later.

In the warm sunshine of Madrid, fut. NEE sat in the training room at the fut base, with a group of fut players behind him, his expression expectant and anxious

An hour later, on the big screen hanging in the center of the training room, meteor's opponent played "GG", and behind NEE, there was a thunderous roar of joy!

On the big screen, the voice of the commentator was almost crazy, "Fut.Meteor has completed the miracle of the five crowns!" This is an unprecedented feat! Let's get down on our knees and welcome the God of War3 to the throne! ”

"Yay!" NEE clenched his fists and cheered in a low voice.

Just like the little boy in the small room five years ago

Three years later.

NEE stood in the long white hallway of the hospital, surrounded by a crying Nana, an angry Zoro, and countless media reporters, his expression confused and anxious

The door to the operating room was pushed open, and the doctor walked out, his face haggard, "I'm sorry"

Desperate cries, panicked screams, angry roars, these sounds swept NEE into it like a typhoon.

"I'm going to go find Gonzalez", he suddenly remembered the last words Meteor had said to him a few hours earlier.

At that time, Meteor was also excited, just like the little boy on the other side of the battle.net eight years ago, who couldn't wait to use the "slow ore flow" they had jointly researched to defeat Gonzalez.

However, this time, NEE couldn't wait for his friend's return.

"Life is actually a cycle of memories"

At the moment, sitting on the stage of WorldWar, NEE's glasses were a little wet behind the lenses.

"Meteor, you defeated Gonzalez with the Slow Ore Stream, and now, it's my turn"

With a wave of the staff of Archmage Antonidas, another water elemental appeared out of thin air, and the already outnumbered mine-dividing monsters completely collapsed.

In the woods next to the mine, an elf wrapped around a branch, quietly peeking at it all.

The archmage glanced at the elf, but he didn't care, calmly commanding the infantry and militia to continue to encircle and suppress the wild monsters that divided the mine.

Finally, when the last monster falls, the Demon Hunter arrives.

Under the nose of the Demon Hunter, five peasants began to build sub-bases, while the remaining two peasants laid down two tower bases. Next to them, there are archmages, water elementals, and seven infantry guarding.

"The Terrans have so many forces protecting the construction of the sub-mine, the demon hunters don't dare to harass it, and can only watch the NEE sub-mine go smoothly", the fat master looked at the big screen with interest.

"But fose's second technology has been upgraded, and he has many options, not only to open mines, but also to quickly produce three bears", the glasses commentator analyzed: "I feel that this slow ore flow does not give NEE much advantage"

"Hehe", the fat master smiled, "The slow ore flow created by metoer and NEE is not that simple!" ”

(To be continued.) )