Looking at Heiluo Heiluo who was offline, Luo Feng thought to himself, maybe when will the next meeting be?
At least in the original work, he has not seen other players for a long time, although there are some left by other players.
There are no traces, but it is obvious that other players have traveled through before.
This shows that even if it is a group time travel, everyone's timeline may not be consistent, so Luo Feng did not propose to other guild members to go to the custom server together.
After all, time travel is unknown after all, and no one can force anyone to do something.
"They are all offline, Momonga."
"Ah, yes, we are the only two left again, Luo Feng-san."
Momonga turned to look at Luo Feng, sighing for a moment.
"I didn't expect that you would be the only one accompanying me in the end.
Remembering back then, I still disagreed with you joining the guild.
I'm really sorry, Luo Feng-sang."
"Don't be so polite, Momonga, you are still talking about the past.
Ha, you are too shy.
In fact, just now you wanted them to stay with us until the end.
You are so gentle.
Even the hope in your heart is because Are you too embarrassed to speak out of consideration for everyone’s health?”
"Yes, I always feel like you and I are the only ones left together until the end.
It's really lonely."
Momonga sighed.
From the brief words and voice of Kuro Kuro, he knew very well how tired Kuro Kuro was, but even though he was so tired, he still responded to the email he sent and went online on the last day of yggdrasi, Just for this, you should be deeply grateful.
If you ask the other person to stay, then you will not only be shameless, but also trouble others.
Momonga stared at the place where Kuro Kuro was sitting just now, then moved his eyes to look at the other thirty-nine empty seats, which were the seats of other guild members in the past, and finally looked at the not-so-serious person sitting in his own seat.
Luo Feng.
"Goodbyes are all polite words, right?"
Luo Feng put his hands behind his head.
"Before everyone finally logged off, they all said they would come back when they had time and see you later.
But in the end, we were the only ones here, didn't we, Flying Squirrel?"
"I hope we can meet again somewhere later."
After listening to Luo Feng's words, Momonga finally broke out.
His shoulders shook violently, and the truth he had been suppressing finally burst out, "Are you kidding me?"
"This is Naxxramas that everyone built together.
It is the result of everyone's efforts to conquer it.
It is the place where everyone has devoted their efforts.
Why can everyone abandon it so easily?"
Looking at the collapse of the guild president, Luo Feng said nothing.
He knew who put in the most effort to organize each event and who was working hard for fairness among the guilds.
He also knew that this respectable person was not sincere.
Blame your partner, it will always be this person who loves everyone the most.
It didn't surprise him.
After complaining, Momonga immediately made excuses for his friends who had left for various reasons: "No, it shouldn't be.
They didn't give up easily.
They just faced the choice of reality or virtuality.
This is a last resort.
No one betrayed the guild, everyone is faced with a painful choice."
"Fingshu, you are right, everyone has their own life, right?"
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Luo Feng comforted.
As a player who has played World of Warcraft, he knows this feeling of powerlessness all too well.
When his companions quit guild activities one by one because they got married and had children, and then had no time to even go online because of taking care of their families, he felt deeply.
Feeling helpless.
From 40-player dungeons to 25-player dungeons, gradually people no longer even have enough 10-player dungeons.
By the tenth anniversary of World of Warcraft, all the friends who used to fight together until two o'clock in the morning are gone, and even a five-player dungeon is not enough.
People, whatever equipment they get is distributed to the guild, and no one makes fun of them for eating instant noodles without seasoning packs anymore.
And this may be the final destination of every game.
Maybe the game has not changed, but we have changed, right?
"Ah, Luo Fengsang, I'm so sorry for letting you see me lose my composure."
"Momonaka, please don't make it seem like it's your first time losing your temper in front of me, okay?
I've long been used to your sudden teasing behavior."
"Hahahaha, that's right."
Momonga laughed out loud.
Only in front of this person could he completely let go of the burden of being the guild leader, like friends complaining about each other.
"Thank you so much, Luo Feng-sang.
Over the years, you have been the only one who has been with me, accompanying us to build Naxxramas together.
With you, I am not so lonely."
"I'm just abiding by my oath.
Didn't I say it at the beginning?
I will never afk before you, and I will never leave Naxxramas.
That's why you are willing to let me change the name of Nazarik to Nak It's Samas's."
Luo Feng waved his hand.
After speaking, Luo Feng stood up and walked towards the wall, where a staff was decorated.
This staff is the guild weapon and the symbol of their guild.
If the guild weapon is destroyed, the guild will be disbanded, so although it is a top-level weapon, it has always been placed in the safest place by the guild.
Seeing Luo Feng walking in front of the staff, Momonga's eyes flickered a little.
He remembered that when he was building guild weapons, everyone worked together to take risks every day.
At that time, everyone competed in groups to collect materials.
After a lot of arguments about what the weapon should look like, we slowly integrated everyone's opinions and built it bit by bit.
At that time, some people still dragged their tired bodies online after working hard, and some people played until they forgot about it, causing them to quarrel with their families because they did not take care of their families.
Some people even took time off to help online.
That was when the guild was at its most powerful, and that was when the guild was at its most glorious.
Sometimes just chatting would last a whole day, and everyone would sometimes say boring and stupid things to heat up the atmosphere.
Among them, Luo Feng often said some "seq" jokes, which made everyone listen with excitement.
It's just that the male protagonist in Luo Feng's jokes Momonga is always the leader of the guild, which makes Momonga always happy and embarrassed; sometimes he prepares adventure plans; sometimes he hunts for treasures together; he once launched a surprise attack on a rival guild; he was once attacked by a world-class enemy, and the guild was almost destroyed.
But now only Luo Feng is here.
Thirty-seven of the forty-two people left the guild.
Except for himself and Luo Feng, the remaining three people stayed in the name of guild members, but they had forgotten how long they had not been here before today.
Recalling the past, Momonga suddenly discovered that Luo Feng had picked up the guild weapon, which was also the symbol of the guild.
"Luo Fengsang, what are you doing?"
Although Momonga's expression could not be seen, one could imagine Momonga's surprise from the tone of his voice.
Luo Feng smiled, said nothing, and walked up to the stunned Momonga.
"This staff was originally meant for you to use.
It was just for the safety of the guild, so it has been kept here.
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Now it has to be shut down.
The weapon that has never been used is probably as lonely as us, so why don't you take it?
Are you holding it?
Holding this thing that is full of our memories." "" Silently, Momonga looked at the weapon that symbolized the guild, Ainz Ooal Gown, the staff with the same name as the guild.
"That's right.
It's not good for everyone's hard work to remain so lonely.
So let me wear equipment that matches our hard work first."
Yggdrasi's weapons are divided into lower-level weapons, intermediate weapons, high-level weapons, highest-level weapons, heritage-level, holy relic-level, legendary-level weapons, etc., and Momonga chose the highest-level artifact-level weapon.
After putting on the artifact-level weapon, Momonga felt that he should be worthy of everyone's hard work.
He reached out to take the staff and said, "Although you may be tired of hearing this, thank you very much, Luo Feng. mulberry
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