The next day, Kolt slept until noon, woke up and checked his phone, Ronnie returned the message, sure that this Booster (side-text me) is the same Booster (side-text me). That person's role occupation, operation level, and modus operandi are exactly the same as the description of the forum, who else. Kolt slept all night to eliminate the anger, and now can only be a sigh. I've been waiting for two friends before I dared to go out, for fear that the man would jump out and kill himself again. After washing his face and logging in again, he squatted at the resurrection point for a while, and waited for two friends to go out together, for fear that the person would jump out and kill him again.
Kolt looked at the level bar of 89, and at his empty right hand, a wave of grief and anger surged to his heart. Everyone in the gang kept asking questions, and he briefly explained a few things. What to do with it? No one could be found, no one could be found behind the murder, and there was no way to deal with it. He had to send an email to the Booster (side-text me) brother asking if he could take on a commission of his own at any price he wanted to bargain with, not knowing if he would return.
After finishing the daily tasks of the gang, he decided to take his level back first, so he found a remote and less crowded wilderness area and took off all those shiny fashion pendants from his body, just to be unnoticeable and level up quietly. But going to the wild area alone always felt a little unsafe. He called Ronnie, Ronnie had something to go out, and the online acquaintances had their own appointments, so Kolt had to quietly grope and farm monsters in the corner.
It was a beautiful lake, the water was blue, the grass and trees were green, the sky was light and clouds were shadows, he was carrying a heavy sword and hacking at the wolves by the lake, a quiet time. He turned his perspective to look around and only saw two figures in the grassland of the vision lens, far away, and the other party did not want to come over. After all, it's a Monday afternoon, and only he's the only one who'll be here to brush up.
He pressed the skill of the hand suddenly a meal, the perspective turned back, found that there is indeed a person in the lake. The person carrying a bow swam from the other side of the lake and climbed up the shore, and Kolt now saw him clearly. A small archer with all the system's complimentary clothing, obviously not that horrible Booster (side-text me) brother.
Kolt breathed a sigh of relief.
The little archer pulled out a small shovel and started digging around the lake.
Kolt carelessly cut the monster, the perspective is always on the man, look at him that look is in a treasure hunt or something. The game will have some random monster drop treasure map, find the right place to dig out the treasure chest. The things in the treasure chest are good and bad, mostly the pretty little pendants that the girls like, and occasionally some strange and rare props, in short, a great hobby for the casual players.
Kolt was watching, suddenly saw a golden light over there, as if something good had come out. He was a little itchy and wanted to lean over to take a look. Who knew that before he passed, there were already two people who were one step ahead of him. Kolt stopped in his tracks, and the two people who went around were obviously two veteran players, one with a knife and one with a gun, blocking the archer's small body to the lake.
Murder and overtake? Those words popped into Kolt's mind. It is not uncommon for old players to bully newcomers in the game. In places where the legal constraints of reality are lost, it is normal for the weak to eat the law. He hadn't had time to sigh a few words about human nature being evil, and the two of them had indeed already started. Kolt stabbed the monster to death with a sword, stood there hesitating, and then the archer rolled away in the glare of skill by the lake.
He rushed straight to Kolt's side, and the two men who were chasing after him clearly planned to fully rehearse the process of killing people. Kolt was in a hurry and didn't know if he could fight. He dragged out his backpack and put on all the evil-looking and cool clothes first, and he stood there like a GIF poster from a page game.
Then the little archer had passed him, Kolt slammed the keyboard, and the epee swept fiercely, and the two who were chasing just hit the blade, and they were directly knocked out, and their blood was white. Good cut. Kolt felt that the archer ran here to force him to act bravely, but the skills were thrown out, and the matter of bravery was already a certainty. Kolt put away the combo he had obtained and typed quickly: "Go now as if I haven't seen you two."
The two men were obviously stunned by his Kryptonian appearance, and when they looked at his ID, they knew they couldn't afford to mess with him.
"Sorry, Kolt," the one with the knife gave him face first.
"Everyone's working pretty hard at levelling." Kolt continued to type, the words were his heartfelt words today, "Be considerate of each other."
He gave a step, those two also went along with the next. We each exchanged pleasantries, Kolt watched them both leave, turned his head to see that the archer was not there, and then a look to find that he took advantage of Kolt and the two people talking to the work has touched back to the treasure chest at the lake.
Kolt was a little angry, he at least risked his life to give him a head, this person actually did not even say thank you?
He ran over, the archer opened the chest, turned to him and said "thank you".
Kolt held back his expletives: "That roll you just did was pretty impressive. You'd have died if you hadn't."
" Yes" Archer replied.
"..."
A trade box popped up in front of Kolt's eyes, and the other party put in a windmill.
Kolt couldn't figure it out.
"It was opened from the box." The archer said.
"Just a windmill?" Kolt thought to himself, "We should have let them both kill each other.
"Well."
Kolt took out the windmill, a small colorful windmill, similar to the toys that kids on the roadside buy for two dollars. At this point an interactive option popped up on the screen: blow the windmill.
Kolt a seven-foot man covered in orange martial arts stood there and blew the windmill.
Archer said, "Then I'll go first."
"Wait, wait, wait!" Kolt called out to him with the windmill, "Level up? I'll take you."
He said so and sent a friend request over. The other party did not refuse, the ID is a string of numbers plus letters such as the name taken when playing casually.
"No." The person replied, "Why don't you go to the next level? It's very slow to brush the monsters."
"I don't have anyone to level with." Kolt said, "Why don't you form a wild team and brush a full level book?"
"Hmm." The man said.
Kolt didn't quite understand whether the "hmm" meant yes or no, but then the young archer said, "I'll play with you."
Kolt looked at the friend list and saw that the little guy was still a dozen levels away from full level.
"Pull a wild team at the entrance of the ice cave and wait for me. I'll change my ID." The little archer said.
Kolt's heart exploded like a firework with the phrase "Holy shit. This person is really playing a small ID. The archer finished and went offline, Kolt held up the windmill and teleported to the door of the copy, the familiar ice and snow scenery, seeing things hurt, yesterday he was a gun poked dead in this place.
Kolt's heart exploded like a firework, "Holy Shit." This guy really is using the small ID. After the archer finished speaking, he went offline. Kolt held a windmill and slid to the door of the dungeon. The familiar scenery of ice and snow, and the injuries he saw. He was stabbed to death here yesterday.
He spoke on the public channel and asked someone to write a book. It was rare for someone like Kolt to come to form a wild team. Within a minute of sending the news, the four places were filled, and there was one vacancy left for the mysterious archer. Kolt looked at the team column, there are four girls on the team.
He did not know whether to be happy or sad, then suddenly saw a person in the distance with a gun and horse, he subconsciously had a feeling of Deja Vu, waiting for the figure closer and closer, closer and closer, four big words on the head finally emerged: Booster (side-text me).
It was as if the god of death was calling for the end of fate, Kolt's soul flew away and he turned his head to run. Kolt's heart was set on fighting him to the death, but then a message box popped up.
"Booster (side-text me)" requested to join the team.
He stopped, and so did the horse. A dialog box popped up above the head of the red-haired gunsmith on horseback: "It's me."
Kolt had a thousand words that came down to one: "Holy shit."