Chapter 77 The fire is about to go out

Before the screen lit up, the old woman's deep voice sounded in the darkness. Her tone was full of memories, heavy, and emotional about history.

  【Yes, this is Lothric】

The bell is ringing, the camera is zooming into the long history, and the sound of breathing wind fills the sky.

The world is dilapidated and turbid, with only wasteland shrouded in thick fog and dust. There are only decayed cities and broken statues. Only gray rocks are left here.

This is where? The old woman's voice answered the question.

　　【It is the hometown of the fire kings of the past dynasties, and it is also a place where wanderers gather together】

It seems like someone is standing and looking from a distance. The skylight shines through the clouds and thick fog, illuminating the dilapidated city. Above the ruins, gray dust fills the air and wraps up the dilapidated city.

Under the golden sky, you can still see the city's former glory. The broken stone pillars and the weather-eroded city still show the profound epic.

The sky was filled with dust, the broken king was covered by wind and sand, and the weathered stone walls were crumbling.

 A low-pitched band ensemble sounded in my ears, and the tone of the orchestral instruments began to rise sharply, seeming to tell the desolation of this period of history.

 【Therefore the pilgrims all headed north】

  【And understand the meaning of the prophecy——】

 In the wind and sand that filled the sky, the pilgrims were hunched over, holding sticks like dry wood in their hands, and iron chains tied the tortoise shells behind them.

Layer after layer of rags covered the entire head and face, facing the wind and sand, he kept moving forward, his steps were heavy, and the gray dust was thick, making it difficult to see the way forward.

The drums sounded, the mixed music became passionate, and the sky light penetrated the dust, and the ancient royal city could be seen.

The fire is about to go out

 —However, the king’s shadow is nowhere to be seen

The pilgrim carrying the tortoise shell fell to the ground, submerged in the endless dust and sand. The tortoise shell was covered with rust and stains, and was gradually covered and obscured by layers of wind and sand.

　　　—

The deep and heavy bells rang in the distance, and the echoes were still echoing repeatedly throughout the world, mixed with the old woman telling history in the background, and the soprano began to sing loudly.

 【When the inheritance flame goes out, the bells will ring all around】

The ancient city is dark and withered, there is no sound and no life here.

 【And then awaken the ancient kings in the coffin】

With melodious tunes and sharp turns, she is still telling us the pale history.

In the dark and sharp underground cave, a pool of black mud gushes out from the ground, mixed with this golden light spot—

  【The Deep Saint—Eldridge】

 In the black dust, figures wearing black pointed hats and holding black heavy swords stood up from the ground one after another.

 【Watcher of the Abyss—Flan Undead Team】

 A large knife penetrated the ground, dust flew into the air, and orange-red fire shone in the ash-like skin of the huge figure.

Wearing a black crown on his head, he opened his mouth and roared with despair and grief. The remaining fire on his body began to burn, completely igniting his entire body!

　　【And the lonely king of the city of sin—the Giant King Yum】

 He stood up from the throne, his huge figure shrouded in darkness, and all he could see was endless oppression and suffocation.

　　The chorus and performance of the band have reached their peak climax, and only a storm can knock down the big tree.

　　【However, kings will definitely give up their thrones】

 The violin sang loudly with a melodious female voice.

A pair of hands as white as jade held up the black metal hollow eye mask on the table, and a few candlelights fluttered in the wind.

The silver-white-haired girl knelt on the ground and gently put the eye mask on her face. She raised her head slightly and faced the oncoming light, as if she was looking forward to and imagining the future.

　　【And the embers without fire will come one after another】

 The chorus of voices in the background never fades, the drums and bells never cease.

　　【That is an undead person who has no name, cannot be used as fuel, and is cursed】

 In the darkness, a fire burned brightly—

  【But because of this】

　　　　That’s why the embers are so thirsty for the embers. 】

The picture disappeared, and when the words "Dark Soul" reappeared, the flames rose, and the words in the flames became highlighted, like firewood that was constantly being burned in the flames.

The scene was silent, as if everyone had not yet woken up from the shock.

 A moment later, the entire venue erupted into thunderous applause. When the first applause sounded, the entire venue was already covered in applause.

“Fuck! WTF? WTF?!” Yinzi let out a heavy breath. Who knew that he had been holding his breath since the bell rang.

“I can’t go to the venue this time...It’s a big loss...” He opened his mouth and murmured, and the barrage erupted instantly.

 ‘The ultimate move that the old thief secretly prepared? ’

 ‘Gan! I seemed to hear the screams of those people at the scene. ’

　　‘I thought Bloodborne was his limit. Who knew there was a more exciting Dark Souls? ’

 ‘Awesome! —(Broken version!)’

 ‘The sprout is awesome! Black Star is awesome! ’

 ‘The fire is about to go out, but the king is nowhere to be seen! ’

 ‘Holy shit, the moment I saw the giant king Youmu standing up, my whole body was trembling. What kind of giant is this? ’

 …

"This is just a game exhibition. I have never regretted not being there so much." Yinzi opened his mouth and murmured. He could even imagine what it would be like after today, as long as the old thief participated in the activities.

The promotional video is full of a strong sense of mystery and epicness, giving players plenty of room for imagination.

Even people who don’t like playing games will have the urge to give it a try after seeing the screen.

When the voice of the old woman telling the story sounded, the picture design and style all corresponded to what the players were thinking, and the same thought arose in everyone's mind. This is the dilapidated world I imagined in my mind.

 The picture is broken and thick, and the whole world is a tragedy.

 The most exciting thing for players is that this is an old thief’s game.

 The old thief never relies on graphics when making games.

 This deeply rooted concept is implanted into people’s brains through excellent games one after another.

The old thief was still talking about some Dark Souls game design concepts on the stage. People watching the live broadcast could no longer listen. Everyone's minds were still on the firewood and the huge king burning under the darkness shrouded in clouds.

 Brother Yin’s mind went blank. He could only watch the barrage, trying to feel the emotional resonance from it.

 ‘I just went to take a look and the console is sold out! !Who is so fast? ’

 ‘The next generation console has not been released yet, but the previous generation has been sold out? ’

  ‘There is a saying, there is no problem with backward compatibility for new machines, and there is no problem with upward compatibility for older machines. ’

 …

Yinzi clicked on the Xbox sales official website, and when he saw the words sold out, he was in a trance.

 Do you still remember that someone scolded him not long ago, "You're the one who built a mobile phone in 2000, a BB phone in 2003, and a PHS phone in 2005?" ’

 He looked at the host placed next to the countertop, and was finally able to respond confidently,

 You curse again!

 (End of this chapter)