I ask you to portray a mama's boy, but you portray a wealthy man?

Chapter 168 Postscript to the story

Li Mo took a deep breath and took a rest while drinking water.

The audience's enthusiasm grew even higher.

They were immersed in the story of Varus, lamenting his fall and admiring his obsession with revenge.

For Li Mo, the image of the hero Varus is actually more three-dimensional.

This is a hero whose intensity has always been high in the professional arena.

Countless players have also developed various gameplay methods for this hero.

From the original traditional crit style Verus to the sheep knife special effects style.

After the enhancement of object-piercing equipment, the armor-piercing style Verus was developed.

And the AP flow Verus at the back.

The flexible and changeable outfit ideas have made this hero the favorite of many professional players.

Li Mo still remembers Wei Shen's blind flash arrow and the reverse Q in the World Championship later.

If Varus was to be bound to a professional player, the first thing he would think of would be that old godfather's talented mid laner.

Li Mo chuckled and shook his head.

It's clear that it hasn't been long since we traveled back in time, but those scenes seem to be very far away...

In another room, three literary figures, Mr. Yu, Mr. Mo and Mr. Liu, gathered together.

There were dishes in front of them.

After the three people finished recording the show, they were planning to have a drink.

After hearing the assistant say that Li Mo was on air, the three of them put down their wine glasses in unison.

With the help of their assistant, they finally found Li Mo's live broadcast room.

"I really want to know how this young man grew up and was able to write so many wonderful stories at such a young age!"

After reading Varus' story, Mr. Liu shook his wine glass and sighed.

Mr. Mo chuckled and said: "It's so irritating that people are so different from each other. At his age, I don't even know what creation is..."

Mo Lao is the kind of person who has accumulated little experience and is a late bloomer.

Although he was obsessed with literary creation when he was young, he never wrote any decent works.

It was not until middle age that he truly established a foothold in the literary world.

Mr. Yu next to him was silent for a long time and finally spoke:
"Actually, what I'm more curious about is what Li Mo went through to write these very different works, each with its own charm."

"So far, every one of his stories seems to be in a world view. If it continues, I feel that we will witness the birth of another Tolkien!"

"Tolkien? The world view of Middle-earth is not as grand as Li Mo's..."

Mr. Yu sneered.

The three elders clinked their glasses gently and sighed happily.

Mr. Liu chuckled and said: "Among other things, Li Mo's writing style is also quite outstanding... This Varus is essentially a story about a dragon slayer who eventually becomes an evil dragon. This kind of subject has been written badly. It’s hard to get out of the box.”

"But Li Mo's description does not give people any cliché feeling. An excellent novel creator should have this ability!"

……

The story of Varus seems to have come to an end here.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see that this story is not over.

What did Varus do after he came out?
Who is the sister he is looking for?

These are mysteries.

The audience thought this was another big hole dug by Li Mo.

Unexpectedly, Li Mo continued talking after taking a short break.

postscript.

Varus followed a winding river straight ahead.

In front of him was the endless desert.

The river water is very turbid and contains rough gravel, but it does not affect drinking. Varus successfully broke away from the shackles of the crystal longbow and possessed a human body...

At least in appearance, there is no difference from humans.

This body is perfect, strong enough yet agile.

But the disadvantage is equally obvious, that is, he must eat like a human.

Just like now, Varus felt hungry and thirsty.

A few days ago, he encountered a strange hunchbacked creature.

The guy had a withered arm and looked like a bird.

He told Varus that this land of yellow sand was Shurima.

Varus couldn't believe his eyes.

The Shurima in his memory should be an abandoned scorched earth.

Have you been imprisoned for so long?

Varus's low sighing voice reached his ears, and he felt inexplicably irritated.

He despised human voices, but at least he could speak...

He didn't know how long he had been imprisoned, because time itself did not exist for dark descendants.

They have near-eternal life, without the influence of external forces, and they can even live until the world is destroyed.

The monster he encountered earlier did not recognize his identity, and it did not know how long the Darkin war had passed.

Varus looked at the reflection in the river and murmured to himself.

"We once destroyed this world, and now we have been completely forgotten?"

There was a hint of sarcasm on his face.

[Any race that forgets to gaze into the abyss and is always on guard against the danger of extinction will not deserve to last long! 】

【No! We never forget! 】

This is Valmao’s roar in his mind:

[Only by turning fears into myths can we accept and understand them rationally! 】

Varus sneered and did not respond.

Valmer's statement seemed to him to be complete nonsense.

He will never allow the world to forget the death of the dark descendants!

Just as he was about to express this thought, he heard a noise coming from ahead.

These include human shouts, animal roars, and tools clashing with rocks.

Varus became alert. He hid himself in the shadows and looked over.

At the bend of the river, the water washed out a building buried in the sand.

The building is very old, surrounded by decayed stone pillars and the oldest statues of the Ascended Ones.

Varus felt the breath of magic, and endless anger gradually rose in his eyes.

The ancient magic he was familiar with, the queen with the flame hair, used this magic to enslave his race!

It was this kind of magic that imprisoned him at the bottom of the well for countless years.

Varus opened his bow and drew an arrow without hesitation, and the arrow condensed out in the flickering dark purple light.

"Do you have to kill them? These are just a group of ordinary mortals!"

In his mind, Kai's voice sounded. He had always been kind and could not bear to see such innocent killings.

Varus's hands trembled unconsciously, and Kay was influencing him, trying to get him to put down the bow and arrow in his hand.

"They deserve to die, my compatriots were destroyed by them!" Varus controlled the stability of his hands and sneered: "This is the reason!"

Arrows with corrupt energy shot out and hit a warrior in the heart.

The crowd fled in all directions, and Varus jumped up as if hunting, shooting arrows as red as blood one after another at the fleeing crowd.

Soon, all the warriors fell!
(End of this chapter)