Fifteen minutes before the server opened, 10,000 players who had obtained second beta test qualifications had already started their streams, ready to enter the game at any moment.
At this time, in a workshop, cold white light poured down from the ceiling, illuminating the floor so brightly that it reflected the upturned hair at the back of the Middle-aged Man's head.
When the Middle-aged Man stretched and kicked an empty beer can under the table, the clinking echo struck the bare walls, yet not even a hint of reverberation could be heard.
He was jokingly referred to as Old Chen by netizens and was also a virtual reality Streamer on Blue Star.
However, due to his rather slovenly living habits, his follower count was not as high as Ye Feng, who joined the scene later.
Having obtained the second beta test qualification, his stream naturally attracted a huge crowd, and Old Chen still looked as disheveled as ever... With 5 minutes left on the server launch countdown in the bottom right corner of the screen, Old Chen was already munching on half a spicy chicken leg burger, leaning close to the camera.
"First bite, for the fans!"
His bushy beard, mixed with food residue, accumulated on his chin, inexplicably giving him a zombie-like appearance, yet his eyebrows were raised spiritedly.
He tilted his head back, chugging the last gulp of carbonated drink, the crisp sound of the crumpled empty paper cup, mixed with a burp, rushed into the microphone.
"We're about to start…"
He pulled a few tissues from beside him, simply wiped his mouth, symbolically dabbed his beard, and then casually tossed the tissues onto the floor.
After checking the helmet's configuration, he connected it to the host and then, without hesitation, put it on, entering the game's login interface.
"Still gotta choose Warrior, only blood and gore in close combat truly counts as fighting!"
After selecting the human race, Old Chen then chose the Warrior profession and meticulously adjusted his appearance.
Blinding white light flooded his vision, and when his blurry sight refocused, Old Chen had already appeared in a ruined area.
Looking at the scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the pungent smell of blood and gore wafting towards him, Old Chen merely yawned indifferently, casually picking up an iron staff from beside him.
But compared to his calm demeanor, the audience in the stream was miserable; some immediately vomited into their helmets, while others fainted on the spot due to hemophobia… "Holy crap! Opening shock! Ugh… Damn it, how can we smell it too… "
"Ugh… I can't take it anymore! You guys can keep watching, I'm going to the hospital…"
"What the hell is this, why isn't there a mosaic? Ugh… What is that smell…"
"Damn! My helmet is stuck, help! I vomited in the helmet, and because I was nervous and breathing heavily, I ate it back! Eating and vomiting, vomiting and eating! Ahhh!"
…Facing the barrage of complaints, Old Chen just laughed heartily, then, leaning on his iron staff, began to search the surroundings.
After scavenging for nearly an hour, Old Chen stripped a suit of armor from a dead person and also found several incomplete magic scrolls.
His fingertips instinctively brushed the surface of the scrolls; the few scrolls quickly transformed into streams of light and surged into his mind, and he immediately opened his personal panel.
Name: Old Chen
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Game Nickname: Roger
Status: Excited Lv3, Bloodthirsty Lv2
Magic Grimoire: Fire-element offensive magic, Lightning-element offensive magic
Magic Corridor: 200/300 Apprentice Mage Rank 3
Weapons: Broken Iron Sword, Iron Staff
…After nodding in satisfaction, Old Chen swung the iron staff in his hand, making large, sweeping movements to adapt to this body.
When his gaze caught sight of several Human Soldiers in the distance, a bloodthirsty smile immediately ignited on his lips.
Old Chen walked forward nonchalantly, swiftly snatched their swords, then violently swung his iron staff, knocking them down with two blows.
To the audience in the stream, he merely swung the iron staff casually, but two viewers still noticed a discrepancy: why didn't he vomit?
The scattered questioning comments were quickly overwhelmed by an avalanche of 'awesome combat' comments, and no one paid attention to their conversation.
After briefly determining his current direction using the game map, Old Chen began to head towards the East Continent Archipelago and the southeastern coast.
"The freedom in this game is really high. When it's officially released, you guys must make good use of it!"
Licking the blood from the back of his hand, a long-lost sense of excitement surged into Old Chen's heart; he felt every cell in his body cheering… Time flew by quickly; within a mere 8 years, 70% of players had mastered magic, while the remaining players were less fortunate, spawning on battlefields, in prisons, or in primeval forests… Without exception, all died instantly!
In Caesar 498, Caesar IV passed away, throwing the human royal family into chaos. Various nobles began to profit greatly from the national crisis, and the Caesar Empire completely lost control over border regions such as the East Continent Archipelago… Since then, pirates have run rampant in the East Continent Archipelago, and the people have lived in misery. Old Chen, as the pirate king, emerged in response to the times and gradually gained control over the coastal areas south of the East Continent Archipelago… Yaka Plains —
Camedor City —
In 8 years, the Demon Race had broken through 67 cities. Camedor City, as the last line of defense leading to the Rock Bay Basin, had only 150,000 troops stationed there… The Demon Race army pressed in from all fronts, and among the 150,000, only the 5,000 players led by Ye Feng could truly be considered elites.
At this time, 5,000 players gathered on the city wall. All of them were Mages, not for any other reason, but because of the one sentence they heard in Ye Feng's stream during the first beta test: "Magic transcends all!"
"Roar…"
The roars of countless demonic beasts, accompanied by the trembling Emperor, came from afar, and dense black clouds were pressing down from the sky… Under the dark red sky, the demonic tide, like a breached asphalt tsunami, swept over the horizon, and the sharp spines on the rugged backs of several bone dragons instantly tore open the barrier.
Countless spider swarms followed closely, their poisonous fangs scraping the ground. When their compound eyes caught sight of the humans on the city wall a thousand meters away, drool immediately flowed from their mouths.
The muggy air caused a sense of panic to continuously brew within the army, until a golden figure walked onto the city wall.
Her golden-red hair cascaded over her shoulders, until it was firmly matted to her damaged armor by blood.
The bloodstains on her lips had not yet completely dried. When the dark mass of demonic beasts in the distance reflected in her azure eyes, her hand gripping the blade tightened a few more points.
She was the daughter of Caesar IV — Jecardelina.
Jekaderlina's three brothers, due to cowardice, chose to wallow with the nobles in the rear, indulging in one last frenzy before the kingdom's demise.
Facing this unwinnable war, Jekaderlina had intended to die for her country.
Until she discovered that these 5,000 gifted players, who could also use magic, were swearing to defend the kingdom to the death. Therefore, she led the royal family's remaining army personally to the battlefield… "Mr. Ye Feng… We…" Biting her lip, Jekaderlina's eyes showed a hint of fear as she worriedly looked at Ye Feng, who stood at the highest point of the city tower.
His purple robe danced in the wind, Ye Feng held his staff with both hands, looking at the flying barrage of comments, trying to gather information from them… "If this battle is won, humanity still has a chance. The Elf King is holding back the Demon King, Streamer must win!"
"A battle of the century! Over 30,000 cameras are all on this battlefield! (Dog head)"
"Alas, my poor Jekaderlina! To have three beastly brothers is truly unfortunate (sweating yellow bean emoji)"
"The merfolk are also fighting, the Dwarf Race is in civil war, only the Elf King is somewhat willing to come and help."
"Holy cow, is this the final battle!? Humanity never gives up! Let's get them!"
"Hold on! I just came from the neighboring stream, several players from the Dwarf Race and several players from the Elf Race are coming to support!"