my name is blitz

After seeing the very familiar id name through the "Player Record Information Query System", Britz couldn't bear the shock and joy in his heart anymore.

Yes.

correct.

Guess...was...right.

Really... it's him!

Leaving the chaotic space as soon as possible, logging back online, entering Ionia, the first area of ​​the national server, and sending friend information to Little Anne and Nidalee.

The content of the message is very simple, only one sentence:

"No...guess wrong...really...found...found it."

After just four to five minutes, Little Anne and Nidalee hurriedly ended a ranking battle and rushed over.

"Abu, is what you said true?" Little Loli raised her head and looked at Britz with hope and surprise.

The latter nodded heavily, extremely serious and determined.

"That's great!!!" Little Lolita couldn't help but let out a cheer, her little face flushed red with excitement.

Nidalee on the side also had irrepressible joy on her face.

……

Withdrawing from the offline, the three of them left the national server and entered the fifth district of the US server again.

During this period of time, the continent of Valoran in the fifth region of the US server was at around four or five o'clock in the morning, and the sky was dark, with a few inconspicuous stars flickering on and off.

Under the eyes of Little Anne and Nidalee, Britz called up the friend information panel.

Type that id name character by character into the search bar.

draven.

Then, type a text message in the remarks column of the friend request.

Confirm and send.

……

In a secluded tavern in the city-state of Demacia.

Sitting in front of a wooden table, the two sharp axes that have been with him for many years were put aside, Draven held a glass of draft beer exchanged for game currency, raised his head and drank it all, and then "bang" With a bang, he slammed the wine glass on the table.

His mood was a little dull.

Alcohol with a low concentration has no effect on him at all to relieve his sorrow, it can only make his will more depressed.

He is no stranger to this game world that he has been in contact with for a month.

He found that the people in this world were different from him. They were called "players". They usually fought in this world for entertainment and games. When it was time to rest, they would be surrounded by colorful lights. disappears.

Oh yes, that process is called "offline" by them.

It's so inexplicable...

There was a hint of self-mockery on Delevingne's face.

A month ago, a miraculous change occurred in Valoran continent, and then he was teleported into this world inexplicably.

I don't know why, and I can't see the future.

When he was on the continent of Valoran, he was still able to continue to kill the teams of damned dark continent search soldiers as much as he could. Although it was difficult and occasionally dangerous, at least he had one goal that allowed him to persevere .

Now that I'm here, everything seems safe and calm.

Without the pursuit of soldiers from the Dark Continent, there is no need to hide in urban ruins, swamps, jungles and other places every day, always on guard against possible murderous intentions and dangers.

But this also made his original will and beliefs meaningless.

Here, what else could he do next?

Integrate into the crowd around you, like those "players", what kind of "matching matches" and "ranking matches" do you play all day long?

Or, as the kid named Waffle said, to become some kind of "professional player"?

But what's the point?

Can not bring him the slightest bit of happiness!

Another large glass of draft beer was exchanged from the system with the game currency, and he raised his neck again and took a big gulp. Delevingne's eyes were a little gloomy.

As a strong man who has come out of the flames of war and the smoke of iron and blood, the diligent training of combat skills is actually not very important.

But if you lose your fighting spirit and fighting spirit, it will be the most deadly.

Without Lai Zhi's persistent belief, the most precious quality of a strong man will be truly worn away.

Like a magical weapon that was once sharp enough to blow hair off, it gradually faded and became dusty, and finally lost its sharpness.

Draven knew this.

At this moment, he is in such a dangerous state, and his own strength is also slowly declining bit by bit.

Even at the moment, he can still easily crush his casually accepted apprentice Waffle in solo, even with his current strength, he can still crush those ordinary professional masters with ease.

But the fact is that his strength is indeed declining a little bit.

But at this moment, he was so disheartened that he no longer cared about these things.

So what if the strength has declined.

So what if you can continue to maintain your peak level?

Anyway, everything is meaningless. In this strange world, there is nothing worthy of his persistent protection. There are no companions and comrades in the Valoran League of Legends in the past——

There was only him alone.

Can't see the future, can't find faith.

Like this dark night.

However, there is a moment of dawn after all in the night.

But what about him?

Delevingne drank the second glass of draft beer with a self-deprecating bitter smile.

But he will never be able to usher in his own dawn——

But at this moment, a pleasant clear sound suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Drip-drip-"

Slightly startled, Delevingne frowned, a little irritable and displeased.

Is it that waffle? Didn't I let him stop bothering me before rushing to the king?

Calling up the friend information panel, what caught his eye was not the friend information from Waffle as he thought.

It's a friend request.

something inexplicable—

Delevingne was about to click reject in disgust, but the next moment, his eyes were attracted by the player ID name on the friend request:

blitz01.

Delevingne raised his eyebrows, this id is very similar to Abu's name.

But speaking of it, in this game world, he has also seen that many players can design and modify their ID names as they like, and there are not a few IDs similar to the real names of hero partners on the Valoran continent in the past.

Therefore, he was only slightly aroused by the id name, and then he was ready to click the reject button again.

But just before he clicked the reject button, his fingers froze again in mid-air.

He saw the note message that was sent along with that friend request.

Just one line of text.

"I'm...Abu...Are you...really...Draven...."

This sentence seems a bit confusing.

Any player would probably complain about it: What is a "real" Delevingne?This wording is too vague, okay?

But Delevingne saw that the whole person suddenly shook violently.

Only he can understand what this so-called "real Draven" means.

Although it is also possible that some idle player casually sent such a message to strike up a conversation.

But at this moment, Delevingne didn't think so.

An indescribable feeling made him seem to be able to see the figure on the other side of the friend request message in a trance.

It was as if there was a voice somewhere telling him something.

It was... what he had hoped for, longed for, longed for.

His fingers trembled slightly, and he hit the [Accept] button with great difficulty.

A figure of "blitz01" appeared on the friend panel.

The next moment, there was another "Dididi" sound, and the other party had already sent a voice message.

Delevingne suppressed the complex emotions of his heart beating wildly, and clicked the playback option of the voice message.

An electronically synthesized voice that seemed unfamiliar because of the incomparably long time, but was extremely familiar because it was firmly imprinted in the depths of memory:

"De...Levin?"

In an instant, the eye sockets of Draven, who had no fear even between life and death, suddenly turned red.

Gritting his teeth firmly, he suppressed the overwhelmingly intense emotions, barely suppressing the violent vibrations, Draven called up the message reply panel, clicked the voice message recording button, and was about to reply aloud.

But when the words came to his mouth, he realized that his throat suddenly became extremely dry.

Thousands of words, as if do not know where to start.

Gathering his mind, he took a deep breath, and in the end, he just replied with one word heavily.

"Yes!"

This simple answer seemed to mix all the bitterness, all the hesitation, all the joy and even ecstasy...all the complex emotions in it! (To be continued.)