The first one, Zhao Qian picked it up from the cold platform ticket window.

The distorted words on the ticket that he couldn't read gradually turned into a cold snowy scene.

Zhao Qian looked at it, and he felt as if he was in this picture, his eyes hiding in the invisible sky, looking down on this white land.

Dead silence, his gaze scanning, this was the first feeling this place gave him, there was no sign of life. The trees are dry ornaments in the snow, there are no birds in the sky, and there are no other common animals on the ground. Yes, only the corpses vaguely buried under the snow.

But soon he felt extremely shocked, and under the thick layer of snow, something was moving.

Pulling into the camera, Zhao Qian has never felt that his perception is so keen, he can feel the breath of death in the wind and snow, and he can feel the sad atmosphere.

Immediately after, a white hand bone broke through the snow, and then more.

One after another, countless corpses in this forest in heavy Western medieval-style armor rose from the cold snow, hundreds of millions of undead. Whole, broken, half-broken. The scene is somewhat shocking. It's much more spectacular than the Shulewei City I've seen.

These white, dead people, half-kneeling, waiting for someone to come.

Until the cold wind in the distance blew down the last tree that still looked a little alive, and the sound of someone's lira wafted through the air.

"Poof! Burst! Burst! ”

The sound of heavy objects stepping into the snow.

A knight in heavy armor on a black horse walked forward alone, and wherever he mounted, all the undead in the vicinity unconsciously knotted the lone wanderer in an exotic knot.

Solemn and respectful.

"Poof! Burst! Burst! ”

Zhao Qian looked at it, and his eyes were already standing in front of this strong man.

It was as if he felt someone, and the other party stopped at the right time.

He carefully looked the person in front of him up and down, and the next moment, it was a cold sword that responded to his curious gaze.

The whole body was cold, and Zhao Qian stood in place.

He tried to move his so-called gaze, but found that he couldn't do anything.

Until, as soon as his eyes went dark, his visual picture was frozen on the sharp sword with unknown characters everywhere.

Frost's sorrow.

The vision brightened, and I looked at the familiar ticket windows of the train station all around.

"Whew!"

Zhao Qian took a few breaths, as if he hadn't recovered from the death of that sword.

"You should be glad."

The voice of an adult man rang out in the waiting hall, the masked man who gave three train tickets.

"Huh?"

Zhao Qian raised his head and looked at him with palpitations, this guy who didn't know whether it was a man or a woman, he still didn't react.

"Arthas has just slaughtered Lordaeron, passively accepting the recognition of the rules of death, and taking the first step to sit on the frozen throne."

"Warcraft?"

Zhao Qian looked at the masked man in front of him and found that the other party seemed to be able to answer some of his own questions.

"Isn't that world already ......"

"It's just the world of movies."

The masked man said, his gaze still cold, this time his voice slightly old.

"That game world has become a strategic chaos for several major spaces to compete for."

Opening his mouth, Zhao Qiangang wanted to ask some space-related questions, but when he saw the other party's rejective eyes, he held back.

"You don't have enough authority unless you choose this world."

That's what this guy had to say.

"And what would have happened to Arthas if he had sat on the Frozen Throne?"

Changing the topic, Zhao Qian looked at this guy and asked, he still can't forget that sword, and even, the coldness in that sword has allowed him to find a new direction again.

"If your will dies, the station will directly determine that your battle royale world mission has failed, and you will not be able to participate in space escape missions in the future."

"What do you mean?"

"According to the permissions, you have the right to know."

After a pause, the masked man continued.

"In other words, you will only be able to experience some worlds that are completely or semi-controlled by space in the future to maintain the influence of space on that world."

Listening, Zhao Qian couldn't help but think of the so-called veteran team that he met in the ruined temple of the Journey to the West, it seemed that it should be a team composed of such travelers.

If you think about it, the best outcome of becoming such a traveler is to join a so-called large group of travelers.

After smoothing out his thoughts, Zhao Qian took advantage of the bright light to pick up the remaining two train tickets on the window again.

There was an inexplicable silence in the hall again.

The masked man in the window looked at the traveler in front of him with blank eyes again, and there was no sound. (To be continued.) )