Bring up the friend information interface, and a voice message marked [from the player "Pure Little Iron Spear"] was reflected in Britz's eyes.
Clicking on the voice message, Chunliang Little Iron Spear's usual loud voice sounded in its ears:
"Abu, where are you?"
"I'm in...Arena...Lobby...here." Britz replied honestly, just as it was about to send another message to ask about the almost empty situation in the arena hall, there was another burst of "Didi". The voice of Chunliang Little Iron Spear’s second voice message has been quickly replied:
"Oh, why are you going to the arena to match on such an important and grand day today? Come out, come out, Lao Bai and I are in the square—"
Important... grand... day
Britz rubbed his head in confusion, only feeling that there were more and more things he couldn't understand.
But anyway, if it continues to match, it is estimated that it will not be able to match the battle. Chunliang's little iron spear was rushed, and it gave up the idea of continuing to match, turned and walked out of the arena hall.
As soon as he exited the arena gate, Britz was taken aback by the sight.
When it entered the arena a few minutes ago, the square was already crowded. Unexpectedly, a few minutes later, there were more players gathered in the square, and it was crowded with black people.
This way...how do I...find...the White Blade...they...
Britz was dumbfounded.
At this time, the friend message reminder "Dididi" in the ear sounded again, but it was Chunliang Little Iron Spear who sent another message to urge him, and informed Britz of their location.
Seeing the dark scene in front of him, Britz only felt his head was big for a while, and the system processing core in his head kept issuing warnings that "the crowd is too dense, and it may cause a stampede."
do not care!
Britz, who was determined, closed his eyes, turned on the "overload operation", and slammed into the crowded crowd on the square as if he was dead—
A robot squeezed into the square full of players, just like a drop of water in the ocean, unable to turn over any larger waves. It's just that there is constant commotion among the local crowd.
"Hey hey-don't bump your head and brains, watch your way!" This was hit by a flash of metal figures in front of him.
"Oh fucking, don't bully Lao Tzu for being short, just think you can step on it casually—" This is a short stature who was stepped on by someone who chose a blasting ghost to look like a short stature.
"Don't squeeze in my day? I'll squeeze my axe and chop people again!" This is the shape of the promised Dreyus with a little temper.
"Oh... there is a pervert!" This is the female player who was suddenly screamed.
He kept screaming in his ears, and Britz closed his eyes anyway and ran toward the pure little iron spear they had told him. He muttered guiltily, "Excuse me..." again. Turning on the "overload operation" blazed a trail in the crowd with great difficulty.
…
After struggling to walk through the heinous crowd in the square for several minutes, Britz finally squeezed out the dense crowd of players, and the success and the hand-to-handed four people at the edge of the square joined together.
"Huh... finally... came out..."
Britz breathed a sigh of relief, only feeling that it was harder than letting it fight more than ten matches in a row.
"Hey, Abu, it took a lot of effort to squeeze it out, right?" Junliang Xiao Iron Spear smiled gleefully when seeing Britz's appearance.
"Too many people… "
Britz nodded vigorously, and he looked at the crowd of players squeezing and squeezing in the square with lingering fear, and couldn't help but pour out the question in confusion:
"Today... why... there are so... many people in the square?"
"Arena...in the lobby...there are no...players..."
"I matched...for several minutes...all matched...not...fight..."
"Haha, that's of course." The hand-to-hand approached and heard the words and laughed: "Today is such an important day, how can everyone still have the mind to match-"
"Important...day?"
Britz repeated it wonderingly, still confused.
"Stupid Abu, you are really too slow to react—" Bing Lingxue laughed out loud, and finally explained it kindly: "Today is the day of the All-Star Game. RIOT will be there on time at 3 o'clock in the afternoon. Giant spectator screens were placed on the squares outside the arenas in each game zone to broadcast the game. In 5 minutes, today’s first game is about to begin—"
"Yeah, Abu, the All-Star game! Didn't you read the announcements from the official forum?" Melancholy Beet interjected: "This is the hottest topic in the game recently. Almost all players are waiting eagerly. Today’s game is broadcast live. Where else would anyone have the mind to match and fight on their own..."
"Yes... so... ah..."
Britz suddenly realized that he touched his head embarrassedly: "I...not very much...watch the forum...notice..."
"So Abu, you are so dumb-" Chunliang Xiao Tiemao's helpless expression of "lost to you" immediately became excited again: "Today's first game is our Chinese team against the North American team. , Haha, I'll wait for the running time and the Watchers to beat the North American team!"
"Please, know that you are a fan of the dark night, but you don't have to be so obvious..." Melancholy Beet couldn't help but complain: "The other three players of the Chinese team, Huaniao Fengyue and Desperate Flames are also very important. Well-"
Chunliang Xiaotiemao smiled awkwardly: "Mistaken words, mistakes of speech, I mean the Chinese team will definitely beat the North American team~"
"It's okay, it's about to start—" Shiran went into the empty hand and waved his hand to interrupt the conversation of several people, and pointed to the sky above the square: "Look, the watching screen has been put out."
A few people looked in the direction pointed by the blade into the empty hand, and as he said, in the mid-air above the square, blocks of giant holographic virtual screens gradually emerged in the eyes of everyone.
There was a commotion among the dense crowd of players in the square:
"It's about to begin, it's about to begin!"
"Damn don't squeeze! I'm not blind, I can't see it myself?"
"Hey, look, the players of the two teams have entered the battle room and started to choose people!"
In the picture on the screen, there is a star-studded void. The ten top professional players of the two teams in China and North America are divided into two sides, facing away from each other, and between their eyes, there is a solemn atmosphere of pre-war dignity. Slowly spread.
"Oh, Huaniao Fengyue! I want to have a baby for you!"
"Come on outside of the situation! I've knocked out my child for you!"
"The father of the watchman collapsed and fell on the opposite side!!"
Amid the tumultuous noise in the square, the huge virtual screens above began to hear the voices of a man and a woman, two commentators:
"Hello everyone, today I am honored to be here to explain to you the first game of this All-Star Invitational-the Chinese team VS North American team. I am explaining Galaxy."
"Hello everyone, I'm explaining peach~"
"Today's first game is the Chinese team's appearance. I believe everyone is looking forward to it. A pair of old bots like the Watcher and Huaniao Fengyue is now the strongest bot combination in the national service, with the flowing water of the city of the first card. Time’s mid laner, out-of-state jungler and Desperate Flame's top laner. This kind of fantasy lineup makes people feel enthusiastic even thinking about it—"
"Haha yes, but the five players on the North American team are also the top players in the North American service area, and their strength should not be underestimated. What kind of fierce sparks will the two teams emit in the first match? Let's wait and see together—"
"Okay, next, we see that 10 players from both sides have entered the battle room on the screen, and the ban/pick phase is about to begin."
"Well, first the North American team will ban the players. Let's see which hero they will choose to ban first..."
"Oh-the first ban on the North American team was the robot, Steam Robot Britz!"