A comprehensive journey that began with Bone Aotian

In 2138 AD, YGGDRASIL, the virtual game that used to be popular throughout the solar system, has now come to an end after twelve years of glory.

Today is the last day! In the game world, the underground grave of Nazarik, which was once suspected of illegally modifying 1,500 players for burying 1,500 players at a time.

In the center of the room is a huge round table that radiates obsidian light, surrounded by forty-one luxurious seats, but almost all of them empty.

“Ah, thank you so much, Flying Squirrel-san. I am also very happy to be able to meet friends who have been missing for a long time after logging in. ”

The speaker is a thick black object, belonging to the ancient dark sticky race, which is the strongest acid erosion ability among the slime race.

The races that players can choose from in YGGDRASIL are roughly divided into three categories: human, subhuman, and alien, and the pitch-black clay belongs to the alien category, and the skeleton mage sitting on another chair is also in this category, belonging to the highest level of the undead race.

“I’m very happy to hear you say that, Heirohei Lobsang!”

“Really?” There was silence for a while, “But it’s almost time for me to go offline!” ”

The skeleton mage’s body froze, “Well, it’s really late!” ”

“I’m sorry, Flying Squirrel-san, I also want to stay with you until the end, but I’m really sleepy.”

As the clay monster spoke, he waved his tentacles and moved in the air, and the skeleton mage vaguely guessed the other party’s intentions, and was about to keep it, when a systematic prompt sounded in his mind, as the guild leader.

“Guild news, are there other partners online?”

The flying squirrel couldn’t wait to summon the operation panel, and the result turned into disappointment in an instant.

“Application for membership? What a joke, the game is closing! ”

The flying squirrel who was acting as a prank clicked reject without hesitation, and turned his gaze in the direction of the clay monster.

“Heiro Hei Lausanne, today is the last day of the game’s operation, I also know that you are tired, but the opportunity is rare, do you want to…”

The words were only half spoken, because Heiroheiluo’s seat was already empty, and after a moment of silence, the skeleton mage suddenly slapped his palm on the table and roared.

“What kind of joke, this is the underground tomb of Nazarik that everyone built together, why can you abandon it so easily?”

Only this one voice echoed in the huge hall, and the flying squirrel who calmed down shook his head, “No, it shouldn’t be.” They don’t give up easily, they are faced with the choice between real and virtual. This is a last resort, no one betrays the guild, everyone faces a painful choice! ”

The flying squirrel talking to himself looked at the forty empty chairs, and couldn’t help but feel an endless sense of emptiness and loneliness in his heart.

Didi!

The guild system prompt sounded again, and the flying squirrel remembered the ID-Killing Pill.

“This ID seems to be the name of the protagonist of an anime work in the last century!”

With the mentality of being idle and idle, the flying squirrel ghost sent God to open the application for membership in the second palace.

“What the hell is this guy doing? The game is closed for an hour, and it’s too boring to play a prank! ”

The flying squirrel curiously scanned the application submitted by the player with the ID of Killing Pill.

Player ID: Killing Pill.

Race: Crusu tentacles (alien).

Level: 10.

“Only level 10? This guy won’t just start playing this game today, will he? ”

Like most ancient RPGs, YGGDRASIL has a setting for a novice village, and players can only apply to join a guild if they reach level 10 and leave the novice village.

Before changing it, for a rookie with only level 10, the flying squirrel would not look at it, but now that the game is about to close, the level is no longer meaningless, especially when the flying squirrel sees that the other party’s real occupation is also a salesman with the same illness.

Anzurgong has two conditions for membership, one must be a Alien race, and the other player must be a social person, in other words, no student party will be accepted.

These two points match the player’s name Sesshomaru, and the profession is still the same as the salesman of the flying squirrel, which prompts him to continue to look down.

Reason for joining: I have seen the video of your guild sweeping away 1,500 intruders on the Internet, and I admire the members of your guild, and at the same time, I am also curious about the situation below the eighth floor of the underground tomb of Nasarik, because the game is about to be closed, I am afraid this is the last chance, so I took the liberty to ask your guild to allow me to visit! Thank you very much!

“Visited? Visitor? ”

The skeleton of the flying squirrel had a confused look on his face, and an hour before the game stopped, there were still people who applied to join the guild, and it was still for such a strange reason to visit.

“Are you kidding?”

“But the tone is really sincere!”

Perhaps it was the same salesman who made the flying squirrel have a good impression of this strange player, especially in the background of everyone abandoning Anzurgong, there was even a person who was curious about this place.

If the former partners were there, they would definitely not agree to let a little rookie join the guild, after all, the 41 members who have joined the guild are all elite players, but companions?

“That’s all I’m left with!”

The flying squirrel gently tapped the table with his hand, “Maybe besides me, only this Killing Pill-kun still has a passion for Nasarik!” ”

“If that’s the case!”

With only an hour to stop the game, the flying squirrel planned to take advantage of this last bit of time to walk through the underground grave again to remember the good old days.

“It’s okay to bring one more person!”

“In this last moment of the end of all things, it is interesting to think that someone is willing to listen to me talk about the glory of the past!”

With the pathos of the last narrator of history, the flying squirrel who felt that the hero was late solemnly clicked to agree, only to see a flash of light, and a dark red portal appeared in the air.

An unfamiliar voice came into the ears of the flying squirrel, and the tone sounded like ecstasy like winning the lottery.

“Ah! Buddha blessed, finally let me catch up! ”