Madrid, Spain.

"What a failed pawn"

In the headquarters of the Fut team, one of the world's three teams, Fose was yawning boredly at the computer, and on the screen of the monitor, it was the live broadcast of the Chinese Warcraft Super League.

"This person can't be a professional anymore."

Next to fose, Nee, who looked like a girl, pointed to Zhu Jun on the screen and said, Fose waved his hand impatiently and said:

"This kind of rookie, don't pity him. Ben was counting on him to thwart FF a little, alas, garbage is garbage! The next one is that NO.0, I hope he doesn't suck like this again, right, our frozen goddess? Cluck! ”

Fose grinned, squinting to the side. Next to him is Fut's captain, the current world No. 1 Fut. Nana. Nana seemed to ignore Fose's words, and just gently brushed the slightly messy long blond hair, and the beautiful face that fascinated countless fans was as cold as usual.

At this time, the second game is about to start, Chen Jie VS Chen Ling.

"The Frozen Goddess, what a nostalgic title."

Nee sighed with emotion, and Nana's expression grew colder.

"That's right!"

Fose suddenly screamed, and even the keyboard was knocked to the ground by him. Seemingly accustomed to his neurotic behavior, Nee and Nana were not at all intimidated and just watched him quietly. Fose rubbed his hands together excitedly, and even the smile on his face became demonic.

"I suddenly thought of a way to make this game more fun!"

So saying, he walked out the door.

“fose！”

Nana said suddenly, her voice as beautiful as her face, but cold:

"Enough is enough!"

In front of the captain, who was in awe of countless Fut members, Fose still had a cynical look.

"Hee-hee, Captain, don't worry! That NO.0, I won't touch him. I just gave him a dream. A dream that will be frozen sooner or later! Hahahaha! ”

In the midst of this hysterical laughter, Fose disappeared from the door.

Looking at Fose's back, Nee frowned and said:

"Nana, you're overindulgent to him, too."

"Forget it, after all, I'm sorry for him."

Nana's cold expression showed a rare weakness and sadness, and even her clear and lovely voice was tired.

Nee sighed, and the room suddenly fell silent, except for the sound of thousands of miles away coming from the speakers

******

"Okay! Now the score is 1:0, FF is temporarily ahead, please rest for a while, and the game will start again in ten minutes! ”

With Fang Han's voice, the atmosphere in the Feng Pavilion calmed down. Since it was the finals, in order to allow the players to adjust their condition to the best, the organizing committee deliberately arranged a ten-minute break between each match. People also relaxed their tense nerves for the time being, waiting for the next match.

"Huh? Where did the iceberg go? ”

On the FF team seat, Xiao Tian couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Hey, hey, let's meditate."

Qizai pointed to the door of the players' lounge and smiled.

"Oh? If you can't see it, he'll be nervous too. ”

Britney blinked strangely. This Chen Ling doesn't seem to be a nervous person.

"After all, winning this game means that he is one step closer to his dream."

Ah Ming said, Qi Zai was puzzled:

"Dreams?"

"Yes, the dream of the goddess of conquest, hehe."

Xiao Xin smiled, put his hands on his head, and leaned back on the back of the chair easily.

In fact, all of us are getting closer to our dreams.

************

"Ice King Challenge?!"

In the players' lounge, Chen Ling held his mobile phone and shouted rarely.

"Giggles! Sure enough, it's a beginner, so surprised. ”

On the other end of the phone, Fose's characteristic strange laughter was heard.

"Alas, I'm such a kind person! Let me tell you another good news, this year's Ice King Challenge has been decided, and it will be challenged by the best orc players in China! ”

Hearing this, Chen Ling couldn't help but stay in place, but his heart was already turning a monstrous wave.

The Frozen Kings Challenge is organized by WWE (World War III. Athletic League), the world's largest esports organization. The format is very simple: in the ring competition, there is a champion, and the organizing committee selects another person from the world's famous players as a challenger, and he challenges the champion, and the winner becomes the new "Ice King". Then, the new "Ice King" continues to take on the challenges of others.

At that time, almost all WarIII events in the world were under the unified jurisdiction of WWE, and its value was to world football, and the ruling government was to the country, and it was a supreme existence representing official authority. The Ice King Challenge, although it is a performance event in itself, its influence among players should not be underestimated. Because, there is a legend that was born here:

Five years ago, at the age of fifteen, Nana made her debut in the Ice King Challenge, defeating Fut. Meteor, the "first person in the world of War III.", and became famous, and her stunning beauty and unchanging cold expression were even more unforgettable, and since then, people have given her a beautiful title: the Frozen Goddess.

Sadly, shortly after the battle, bad news struck when Fut. Meteor died in a car accident, and a generation of superstars fell. Although Meteor's glory was as short as a meteor, the era he created remained an immortal legend. Since then, the world of War III has also ushered in a new era - the mythical era of Free is in the continuous change of this great era, and the wheel of time is also constantly moving forward. Now, World War III. is also ushering in a Warring States era of competing for hegemony.

These allusions that every player is familiar with, Chen Ling naturally knows. Moreover, he also knew that the champion of this year's Ice King Challenge was Nana!

"Want to be my boyfriend? I'll win first! ”

Nana's cold voice seemed to linger in his ears again

"Giggles! Don't rejoice too soon! ”

Fose's shrill laughter interrupted Chen Ling's rare fantasy, and he frowned, but he had to listen to this nasty guy continue.

"I remember, the best beast clan in China should be Chen Jie, right?"

"Soon it won't be."

Chen Ling said coldly. In this game, he has one more reason not to lose.

"Really? Then I'll see! Also, Nana is watching your game, remember to lose a little better, she hates the weak the most. Haha, Bye! ”

With exaggerated laughter, Fose hung up.

Chen Ling rubbed his numb ears and walked out of the lounge.

"Ah Zero, Ah Zero, what are you doing? Why did you win the lottery with this expression? ”

Xiao Tian looked at Chen Ling strangely and asked questions like a cannonball.

"It's nothing, it's just a long international call."

Chen Ling replied lightly. Then, he walked to the stage.

The break is over.

"Naive guy, you don't seem to know another name for the Ice King Challenge - the grave of the weak!"

Far away in Madrid, Fose's sneer is echoing in Team Fut's training room

******

Chen Ling walked along the steps to the stage, and the colorful lights shrouded him, and in this fantastic light and shadow, Chen Ling seemed to see again:

Under the pale red sunset, the weak figure stood quietly on the edge of the cliff, her long golden hair fluttering in the wind, the lines of her face were as beautiful as ice carving, and her closed eyes revealed a hint of sadness, like a melancholy goddess at that moment, her beauty was suffocating.

In an instant, the colors were annihilated, leaving only a strong spotlight shining on the stage, Chen Ling looked up and saw the Chinese beast king sitting opposite - Chen Jie.

"Okay, NO.0 to Chen Jie! This battle of the beast king is about to begin! ”