Two weeks later, Red's phone finally got through.

Brother Bai didn't know how he had spent the past two weeks. At first, all entertainment was stopped for three days, and then all the websites were left in black and white. And as the three of them lost contact for more and more time, Brother Bai's heart became heavier and heavier, and everything pointed to the worst possibility.

Making a few calls to Red's mobile phone has become something that Brother Bai has to do every day for the past two weeks. Therefore, when Red's mobile phone was finally connected two weeks later, Brother Bai didn't react for a while. When Brother Bai came back to his senses, he just wanted to scold the sentence "I grass your uncle, your old boy has finally returned to his soul", but a woman's old voice came from the phone.

"Who's that?" The old woman's voice choked with a forcibly suppressed voice, and asked a question on the phone with a trembling voice.

Brother Bai was silent for a few seconds, thought for a while, and asked tentatively, "Is it Auntie?" I'm Xiaobai, Hongtian's junior high school classmate......"

Unexpectedly, before Brother Bai's words were finished, the old woman on the other side of the phone couldn't suppress her crying anymore when she heard the name Hongtian, and cried hoarsely, repeating "Hongtian Hongtian" in her mouth. Immediately there was the voice of another woman, also crying and comforting her, and the voice of an old man.

Brother Bai's hand holding the phone clenched tighter and tighter, listening to the chaotic crying and shouting on the other side of the phone, he only felt that his heart was sliding towards a dark and bottomless cave. At this moment, he would rather not get through the phone today, and would rather the phone from the other side of the phone still be the same busy tone as it has been in the past two weeks.

Brother Bai didn't know whether he should press the phone or continue to wait for a response from the person on the other side of the phone.

Finally, an elderly man's voice rang on the other side of the phone, "It's Xiaobai, right?" Xiaotian's mother is still not quite acceptable, alas. ”

Brother Bai only felt that his throat was dry, and his vocal cords were like a rough sandpaper, constantly rubbing against the muscles between his throat, as if every sound would make a bloody mark in his throat. He could only force himself to come out of his throat with a few words, "Hongtian, go?" ”

The elderly man on the other side of the phone did not answer the question directly, but with a hint of pride and choked up in his tone, he said, "My son is a hero." ”

Before Brother Bai could continue to ask, the old man paused for a while to calm down and continued, "When Xiaotian was found, there was still a pair of young people under his body. ”

The elderly man on the other side of the phone sighed, Brother Bai didn't know what words to respond to express his feelings, so he could only hold the phone tightly and quietly listen to Hongtian's father on the other side of the phone continue.

"Although all three children were not able to, alas...... The other young man is also a good boy, and he and Xiaotian together protect the girl at the bottom. ”

……

That day, Brother Bai didn't know how long he had listened to Hongtian's father on the other side of the phone talk about his son, and he didn't know how he hung up his phone, so he sent the news back to the game guild and told the group of brothers who were also worried about the three people who had never been online again.

Brother Bai thought about it afterwards, his mind was almost blank that day, and his fingers were just mechanically tapping on the keyboard, passing this message to the game brothers who knew these three people. He couldn't believe that the good brother who had skipped class with him in junior high school to fight the king of fighters in the game hall was silent under the rubble of a building 20 years after both of them started a family. This good brother who has been saying that he has a MT heart all day long since he played this game, really chose to leave the world in a way of MT.

The vice president, who had a little conflict with Red, was swiped by the news from the people in the guild as soon as he came to the game. The vice president, who is also not a young man, sat on the toilet in the bathroom and smoked half a pack of cigarettes until he was scolded by his wife several times, "Are you setting fire?" "I didn't understand how big of a thing I was to get into trouble with a brother who had known him for two years.

When he was kicked out of the bathroom by his angry wife, sat down in front of the computer, and looked at the familiar game screen, he made a decision in his heart, and when he communicated with the guild leader, he clicked on the function of sending emails to all members of the guild, and his fingers began to tap on the keyboard.

At first, he just wanted to hold a small in-game commemoration for the three departed people within the guild. Unexpectedly, as a member of the guild posted this news on the post bar, this event became out of control.

On that post, not only did he write in detail about the regional uniforms and nicknames of the three people in the game, and described the scene when the three people died, but also included a strategy for obtaining hidden items in the game.

Known as the "Eternal Tears", this item is a white candle that can be held in the player's hand and placed on the ground. Like all the hidden items in this game, this candle has a twisted and sad backstory. This candle was made by one of the great alchemists in the history of the game in memory of his deceased wife. The only effect of this is that once it is lit, it will not be extinguished until the person who lit it has left the world. And this effect is in the hands of the player, it is reflected in the fact that as long as you don't go offline, the candle will continue to burn where you put it, and if the player doesn't go offline, then the candle will also burn in the game forever.

This kind of props that have no combat meaning and are cumbersome and complicated to obtain may only exist in this game.

When the agreed time came, the first to arrive were the five hundred or so brothers in the guild, and there were many guild members who had nothing to do in reality, and they came to the open flat land in front of Orgrimmar City early, and even the group of relatives and friends that RED had created after breaking away from the temple guild was only more than 40 people, and it was evaluated that the group of relatives and friends who had not even successfully organized 25 people at one time was also unprecedentedly all assembled.

The men were silent, some holding the white candles mentioned in the post, while others just stood dumbfounded, looking at the eternal red hills beneath the city.

Other members of the tribe continued to join, some of them rushed over spontaneously after reading the post, and some of them passed by by chance, and they were infected by this atmosphere and unconsciously blended into the silent crowd.

A few hunters, who had not been given candles, fired flares at the sky, wanting to express their respect and mourning in this way.

Unexpectedly, these flares unexpectedly illuminated more than a dozen sneaking Alliance thieves and druids who turned into cats.

Just when the people of the tribe hesitated, not knowing whether to rush forward to chop melons and vegetables from these bold alliances, a dwarf thief ran forward first, and a white candle appeared in his hand. The dwarf thieves walked to the closest place to the tribal crowd, then placed the candle on the ground, made a salutation to the air, and retreated into the bands of the Alliance's thieves.

"He is the president of the largest guild in the Alliance." Someone typed this phrase into the game.

"I know that there is also a girl in their guild who lost her right hand in this earthquake." The other person also posted a sentence, and then there was silence in the chat channel again.

The dwarf thief behaved like a code, and a second person stepped up to the Alliance's group of thieves, placed the candle in front of the tribal crowd, saluted the air, and retreated.

And then the third, the fourth. The horde crowd began to salute the Alliance in return.

Players from other classes of the Alliance, who were silently watching from a distance outside the city, also stepped forward one after another when they saw the peaceful scene here, adding new burning white candles to the ground.

At this moment, the sky where the sun and the moon have never stopped rising and setting in the game resounded with a sad song that floated from nowhere.

At this moment, the eternal flow of the river in the game stops moving, as if he is ashamed of himself for not being as amorous as tears, and for his emotionless flow.

In this moment, the eternal strife between the Horde and the Alliance in the game subsides, and the souls behind each character are silent, grieving, and saluting the enemy with the same respect and remembrance for the deceased.

At this moment, even the undead of the Burning Legion stopped their billions of years of roaring and took off their noble heads, paying their deepest respect to these warriors who would never charge them again.

……

Brother Bai looked at the computer screen that was forced back to the character selection interface, and sighed heavily.

Perhaps, this is the first time in the game that the server crashes and all players are forcibly disconnected due to the chaos between the Horde and the Alliance.

Thinking of the white candles that were placed on the ground and extinguished and refreshed because the owner dropped the line, Brother Bai did not log in to the game again.

The moment the computer screen went black, Brother Bai said to the air, to the three people who would never respond to him.

"May you never drop in heaven."

By the time the three of them finished the novice quest and appeared in a black space with colorful dots of light, Wildflower was already in tears, almost fainting in the arms of the weeds.

The middle-aged captain Red frowned tightly, his fists clenched, and the whole person fell into silence.

Weeds patted the wildflowers on the back and watched their surroundings warily, and the big boy who had jumped off had no smile on his face.

It's too real, the world is too real. Unlike all the games he'd played before, no one would still treat the world as an illusory game when their opponents were dying in front of them in all sorts of bloody ways.

"Captain, your card position is still so coquettish." Weed forcibly lifted her spirits, trying to distract Wildflower, and made a joke at Red.

Red looked at the young men's still immature faces, was silent for a few seconds, and repeated what he often said to the members, "As long as you don't trick me, no one behind me will be hurt before I fall." ”

Before Weeds could reply, a voice came from the distance of the black space, cutting off the conversation between the two.

"Welcome to my world, although this is not heaven, but may you never be disconnected in my world." Ji Aimu stood in front of his desk, as if he had been standing there waiting for three people for a long time, and said to the three people with a serious face.