Zhao Qian picked up the first one from the cold platform ticket window.
The twisted words on the ticket that he couldn't understand gradually transformed into a scene of cold snowy fields.
As Zhao Qian watched, he felt as if he was inside this scene, his eyes hidden in the invisible sky, looking down at this white land.
Dead silence, with his eyes scanning, this was the first feeling he got from this place, without any sign of life.
The trees were dry ornaments in the snow, there were no birds in the sky, and there were no other common animals on the ground.
In some cases, there were only vaguely dead bodies buried under the snow.
But soon he felt extremely shocked.
Under the thick layer of snow, something was moving.
Pulling into the camera, Zhao Qian has never felt that his perception has been so sharp.
He can feel the breath of death in the wind and snow, and can feel the sad atmosphere.
Then, a white hand bone broke out of the snow, and then more.
Continuously, countless corpses covered with heavy Western medieval-style armor climbed up from the cold snow in this forest, hundreds of millions of undead.
Complete, broken, half-broken.
The scene is somewhat shocking.
It is much more spectacular than the Shulewei City I have seen.
These white, dead people are half-kneeling, waiting for someone to come.
Until the cold wind in the distance blew down the last tree that still seemed to have some vitality, and the sound of someone's lira floated in the air.
"Puff puff puff" The sound of something heavy crunching into the snow.
A knight riding a black horse and wearing heavy armor was walking forward alone.
Wherever his horse arrived, all the undead nearby unconsciously performed exotic rituals towards the lone traveler.
Solemn and respectful.
"Puff puff puff" Zhao Qian looked and saw that his eyes were already standing in front of this strong man.
As if sensing someone, the other party stopped in time.
He carefully looked up and down at the man in front of him.
The next moment, his curious gaze was answered by a cold sword.
Feeling cold all over his body, Zhao Qian stood where he was.
He tried hard to move his so-called sight, but found that he could do nothing.
Until his vision went dark, and his vision was fixed on the sharp sword with unknown characters all over it.
Frostmourne.
My vision brightened and I looked around at the familiar train station ticket windows.
"call" Zhao Qian took a few deep breaths, as if he had not yet recovered from the death caused by that sword.
"You should be grateful."
A grown man's voice sounded in the waiting hall, the masked man who gave out three train tickets.
"kindness" Zhao Qian raised his head and looked at him with lingering fear.
He didn't know whether this guy was a boy or a girl, but he still hadn't reacted.
"Arthas had just finished slaughtering Lordaeron, passively accepted the recognition of the rules of death, and took the first step to sit on the Frozen Throne."
"Warcraft" Zhao Qian looked at the masked man in front of him and found that the other person seemed to be able to answer some of his questions.
"That world is not already there" "It's just a movie world."
The masked man said, his eyes still cold, this time his voice sounded slightly older.
"That game world has become a strategic mess where several major spaces are competing for space."
Zhao Qiangang opened his mouth and wanted to ask some space-related questions, but he held back when he saw the other party's knowing look of rejection.
"You have insufficient authority, unless you choose this world."
This is what this guy said.
"Then what would I have done if Arthas sat on the Frozen Throne?"
Changing the topic, Zhao Qian looked at this guy and asked.
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He still couldn't forget that sword.
In fact, the coldness in that sword made him find a new direction.
"If your will dies, the station will directly determine that your world escape mission has failed, and you will not be able to participate in space escape missions in the future."
"What's the meaning" "Based on your authority, you have the right to know."
After a pause, the masked man continued.
"In other words, you will only be able to experience some worlds where space is fully controlled or semi-controlled in the future to maintain the influence of space on that world."
Listening, Zhao Qian couldn't help but think of the so-called senior team he met in the ruined temple in Westward Journey.
It seemed that it should be a team composed of such travelers.
If you think about it carefully, the best result for becoming such a traveler is to join a so-called large travel group.
After smoothing his thoughts, Zhao Qian took advantage of the bright light and picked up the two remaining train tickets on the window again.
The whole hall fell into an inexplicable silence again.
The masked man in the window once again stared blankly at the passenger in front of him, making no sound
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