Game Production: Players Want to Kill Me

Sophia asked, "Regret your decision?" Living for the Assassins all his life.

Ezio said: "I don't remember ever making this decision, it was fate." It chose me. The

two walked towards the entrance to the underground library.

Ezio: "For thirty years I have borne the memories of my father and my brother and fought for those who have suffered injustices, I do not regret the years I have past, but I should start living for myself, forget those things and let go of everything.

Ezio stood in front of the library again: "The end of the road." Inserting

the key, using the eagle eye to open the mechanism, the door slowly opened up, and Sophia couldn't help but step forward and touch the armor on his chest when Ezio was about to enter: "You'd better get out of it alive."

Ezio smiled slightly: "I will."

He took Sophia's hand and walked into the library.

In the gloomy library, Ezio lights the aisles with torches, and sacred and eerie background music appears.

As Ezio walked into the library, he was surprised to find that there was not a single book on the shelves around him.

"There are no books... There is no wisdom.

"Only you, my brother."

Ezio looked at Altaïr, who was sitting in a wheelchair in front of him and had turned into a corpse, and he was full of emotion in his heart.

At this moment, Altaïr, wearing the assassin's hood costume, was sitting on a chair, and inside was already a skeleton.

The background music became tragic, and Ezio crouched down: "Rest in peace, Altaïr."

He stretched out his hand and picked up the glowing artifact in Altaïr's hand, which was a compass-like thing, and the next moment, the memories stored in it flooded into his mind.

It was the elderly Altaïr standing in front of the built library, looking at his son.

"Do you have those books that you handle me?"

"Yes father, we will give part to Apollo, and I will take the rest to Alexandria."

After his son finished speaking, he stopped talking: "Father, I don't understand, if you don't plan to hide the books, why build a library?"

Altaïr did not answer: "You should go, when the Mongols return, this must be an empty city." Saying

goodbye to his son, the door to the library slowly closed.

Only the sound of the mechanism turning echoes.

Altaïr walked towards the depths of the library, his conversation with his wife echoing through his mind.

"The more wisdom increases, the more pain there is. The more knowledge increases, the more troubles it increases.

"What does it tell you? What do you see?

"Strange sights and messages, about the forerunners, their rise, their fall..."

What will happen to our family! What does Apple say?

"Who are the forerunners?"

The wife exclaimed, "Don't touch that thing again!"

Altaïr took a deep breath and hid the golden apple.

Then he trembled and lame, and returned to his chair, wanting to sit down and rest for a while.

He fumbled to sit down, his legs and feet were not very sharp, he took out the Eden disc of the forerunner, it was glowing, the camera was rotating around the chair, and when it turned around, the camera changed from Altaïr to the crouching Ezio.

He took the compass, got up and went to the wall behind him, turned on the switch, and saw that there was another golden apple placed inside.

"Another artifact?"

"No, you just stay here."

Ezio's face became tired: "I have experienced enough in this life. "

The next moment, the golden apple bloomed.

Ezio shouted, "Desmond!

Desmond's voice rang out: "He's talking to me?

Ezio said lightly: "I once heard your name Desmond, a long time ago, now it is like a phantom in an ancient dream, which has been lingering in my mind.

"I don't know where you are or how you hear me, but I know you're listening."

Ezio took off his Hidden Blade gloves, removed the saber around his waist, and threw it gently in the midst of the mysterious brilliance of the golden apple in the tragic background music.

Clang!

The long sword fell to the ground.

Ezio said: "I live my life as best I can, I don't know the purpose of life, like a moth that pounces on the moon but can't do anything."

"And here, I finally discovered a strange fact. I'm just a microphone for a message, and I don't even understand what the message means.

"Who else would have had the privilege of talking across centuries and sharing our respective stories like we did?"

"Maybe you'll be able to answer all the questions I've asked, and maybe in the end you'll make all this pain worthwhile."

Ezio looked at Desmond who appeared in the light and shadow, patted him on the shoulder, and the next moment, the message was transmitted to Desmond.

This forms a simple point of time connection.

The forerunner, on the other hand, told Desmond the way to save the world.

CG shows that these so-called forerunners are a group of highly technologically advanced humans who have encountered planetary impacts on Earth.

The modern-day Desmond went to save the world, but the game didn't end there.

Next, the CG picture sounded, and Ezio's voice sounded.

"After Sophia and I returned from Masyaf, I watched as Sophia sold the bookstore to Azise, which would be used as an Assassin's outpost, and I placed the Key of Masyaf in the basement of the first Masyaf Key. Now, I will leave Constantinople with Sophia and return to Italy.

The two of us got married in Venice. In the second half of 1512, we returned to Rome, my sister celebrated the long-lost family reunion, and at the same time, I decided to resign from the Brotherhood, with Ludovico Ariosto as my successor.

Now, together with Sofia, I choose to live on a estate in the Tuscan countryside. We had two children, one named Flavia and the other Marcello. I also reclaimed a vineyard in my new residence, and I spent long hours in my study writing my memoirs.

Ahem, I don't know, what's wrong with me lately, the doctor said it was a lung infection, all in all I coughed badly. When I visited Machiavelli, I learned that da Vinci had come to the end of his life, and I sneaked into his room, met my old friend, saw him sick in bed, and I wanted to tease him about my encounter with Lisa and simple flirting. Leonardo da Vinci called me a merry ghost. But Leonardo da Vinci died, my friend died.

I have spent many years teaching men and women to think for themselves and act for themselves. First in Rome, then in our brotherhood in Constantinople, but now, I'm tired and want to live for myself, and I want to live in peace. "